Pentagon.
The old general was holding a thick Havana cigar between his arms, and poured a glass of Whiskey into Edgar with a glowing face.
"Cheers, Mr. Edgar! For our great America, and for your Vought International's miraculous biotechnology!"
The old general raised his wine glass excitedly, and the enthusiasm in his tone could not be suppressed at all.
"New Compound V has been fully promoted in the military! As of this morning, at least 10,000 active-duty elite soldiers have completed the injection without any rejection. This number is still increasing!"
He excitedly waved the hand holding the cigar, as if he had seen the blueprint for the future war.
"Think about it! Ten thousand or even one hundred thousand invulnerable super soldiers with terrifying power! If coupled with our most advanced modern thermal weapons... this army is enough to destroy all obstacles, Cleansweep the entire world!"
Edgar sat quietly on the sofa, took the wine glass, and took a polite sip.
"This is all thanks to the strong support of the military, General."
Edgar smiled slightly, his deep eyes unruffled.
The more fanatical the military becomes, the more dependent it is on Compound V. The more soldiers it injects, the more beneficial it will be to Vought International.
This not only means that the huge military industry order that can never be finished can bring him a steady stream of huge wealth.
What's more...
Edgar A flash of cold light quickly passed through his eyes.
He calmly put down his wine glass and continued to discuss the delivery progress of the next batch of Mutant Serum with the old general.
Because in order to support such a huge army consumption, Vought International's demand for "raw materials" has reached an extremely terrifying order of magnitude.
At this moment, the brutal hunting of North American Wizarding World Fantastic Beasts and Wizards is being carried out on an unprecedented scale.
Although the news of the death of three hundred Auror has been known to everyone, even though Ministry of Magic has sent many times more elite defense forces to North America major Fantastic Beasts habitats and nature reserves than before.
But all of this, in front of the Vought military meat grinder that has been fully started, is as fragile as a mantis trying to use its arms as a cart.
Society Organization and Military Special Forces, who were organized into an organization, carried large-caliber firearms and faced the magic spells flying in the sky, violently tearing apart one magic barrier after another.
Whether it is the precious Fantastic Beasts or those Wizards who resisted desperately, under violent crushing, the final end was to be anesthetized, shot to death, and then packed away together with the land by Vought International's heavy armored vehicles, leaving no bones left in the true sense.
North American Ministry of Magic, Minister's Office.
The heavy curtains were drawn tightly, and the atmosphere in the office was so oppressive that it made people breathless.
Old Minister was sitting behind a large desk, looking at the mountain of attack reports and casualty lists in front of him. The face that always wore a kind mask had become extremely distorted due to anxiety and exhaustion.
He could clearly feel that the North American Wizarding World he had worked so hard for was being cruelly eaten away by Vought International bit by bit.
Public opinion outside has completely exploded.
Almost every day, MPs and Wizards at the bottom protest in the Ministry of Magic hall, and many officials from the real power faction have even signed a letter, strongly demanding immediate help from European Ministry of Magic, and even Dumbledore of International Confederation of Wizards.
"You must never ask for help from Europe..."
Old Minister muttered to himself nervously, clutching the quill in his hand.
Of course he knows that if United Kingdom Auror intervenes, if there is a top Wizards of Dumbledore's level who takes the lead in attacking Vought International, the offensive of this group of the Mutant Army will definitely be contained.
But he didn't dare.
Once European Ministry of Magic's people really come, Vought International's secret of arresting Wizards and refining the potion will never be hidden.
When the time comes, follow the clues and find out that he, the top minister who has secretly colluded with Vought International for many years and provided Wizards's body to cover up the truth, will definitely be ruined.
Those furious people and Europe's investigation team will not hesitate to send him to the bottom of Azkaban's death row, or even directly give him a Dementor's Kiss.
He is now trapped in a cocoon of extreme contradictions.
Neither can we ask for help from outside, nor can we stop Vought International from using Wizarding World like a cash machine.
"Firepower... we need firepower that can kill with one hit..."
Old Minister moved his body in the chair a little anxiously.
Ordinary Disarming Charm and Stunning Spell are like tickling those monsters.
Facing this completely unreasonable mutant army, Wizarding World's conventional defense methods have completely failed.
Sometimes he couldn't help but wildly imagine in his mind, if Ministry of Magic abolished the damn International Statute of Secrecy now, if all adult Wizards were allowed to use Dark Magic without scruples, if everyone could get rid of Unforgivable Curses without any psychological burden as soon as they met... maybe the current passive situation would be much better.
At least, "Avada Kedavra" is a killing that those mutated monsters absolutely cannot resist.
Old Minister rubbed his eyebrows impatiently, and subconsciously took out his own Wand, playing with it unconsciously in his hand.
My mind is filled with those dark and vicious Killing Curse words.
At this moment, his eyes accidentally glanced at the leather sofa in the corner of the office.
The Golden Retriever, which he had just "adopted" with great fanfare this morning, was currently lying on the sofa with its arms and legs spread out.
It seems to enjoy the constant temperature air conditioning in the office very much. Although it is still dirty and dying, its mouth is slightly open in comfort, its chest rises and falls regularly, and it sleeps sweetly.
This appearance made Old Minister feel an unknown fire rising for no reason.
Old Minister looked at the dog, thoughts about Unforgivable Curses were still spinning in his mind.
He almost subconsciously pointed to the ball of golden hair on the sofa with Wand, and muttered a spell in his mouth:
"Avada..."
As soon as these three syllables were spoken, even though the tip of Wand's staff had not yet illuminated any green light, a cold aura instantly filled the office.
Buddy, who was still pretending to be "dying" on the sofa and enjoying the air conditioning, felt his heart twitch.
"What the fuck?!"
Its dog eyes instantly widened as big as copper bells.
A sense of crisis surged up from the depths of his soul, causing the dog hair all over his body to explode into sea urchins in an instant.
Whoosh!
Golden Retriever, who was half-dead one second, was like a cat whose tail was stepped on the next, ejected directly from the sofa, rolled awkwardly in mid-air, and plunged behind the heavy curtains, with only half of the trembling dog's butt exposed.
Buddy was hiding behind the curtain, his heart beating wildly, and he was so scared that he didn't even dare to breathe hard.
Its dog eyes peered through the gap in the curtains, staring at Old Minister behind the desk like a pervert, and cursed in his heart.
Is this old man so crazy?!
I'm here to be your undercover agent to learn Dark Magic, not to be your target to try Unforgivable Curses!
Who is a good person who has nothing to do but sit in the office and read Avada Kedavra to a poor dog?!
I almost sent me away to see Merlin!