New York, North American Ministry of Magic headquarters.
The night is already very deep, but the lights in Minister's Office are dazzlingly bright.
Old Minister stumbled open the door. He didn't even have time to take off the robe stained with Long Island's night dew before he collapsed heavily in the large office chair.
His chest was heaving violently, and the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat and stuck to his skin stickyly, making him shiver with the cold.
Old Minister picked up the glass of cold water on the table, took a big sip with trembling hands, and forced himself to calm down.
"Someone's coming!"
Old Minister slammed the summoning bell on the table with a hoarse voice.
In less than a minute, the office door was pushed open, and several remaining supervisors walked in quickly with nervous expressions.
"Mr. Minister, what are your orders? Do you want to organize a second batch of commandos..."
a supervisor asked tentatively.
"Assault! Are you going to die?!"
Old Minister cursed uncharacteristically. He put his hands on the table and stared at the supervisors in front of him with his bloodshot eyes, and issued a death order:
"Transmit my highest order to send out all Auror who are still breathing in the ministry, all field staff, even the typists who are responsible for running errands in Ministry of Magic, as long as they are trained Wizards!"
Several supervisors looked at each other, completely stunned by Old Minister's crazy attitude.
"Don't go into direct conflict with people from Vought International! Don't even pull out Wand!"
Old Minister gritted his teeth and slapped the table loudly,
"Use the concealment spell to check for me! Go dig! Dig all the Pharmaceutical Plant owned by Vought International in All-America, the warehouse where Fantastic Beasts is imprisoned, and the gangster associations that have signed a gambling agreement with Vought! I want their most accurate coordinates, and the information must be placed on my table before dawn!"
The supervisors did not dare to hesitate at all, and immediately turned around and rushed out of the office after receiving the order.
On this stormy night, the entire North American Ministry of Magic, an ancient but huge machine, erupted into a terrifying efficiency driven by the desire to survive.
Facts have proved that it was an absolutely wise choice for Lynn to leave the dirty work of gathering intelligence to Wizarding World.
If Benjamin or Black Noir were asked to investigate, they would have to go to gangs one by one and interrogate them, which would be time-consuming and labor-intensive, and it would also be easy to alert the enemy.
But in terms of gathering intelligence and secretly infiltrating, magic has natural advantages.
Brooklyn district, in Basement of an abandoned factory.
Several gang leaders who had just been injected with the compound were gathering around the table to divide the loot.
They had no idea that in the shadows in the corner of the room stood a Auror who had cast Disillusionment Charm.
Auror just raised Wand, pointed it at the drunk gang boss, and silently recited "Legilimency" in his heart.
The next second, the secret port location where the gang and Vought International handed over the goods were turned over in the gang boss's mind, and were then recorded word for word on the parchment by Auror.
A peripheral warehouse of New Jersey, Vought International.
The dense infrared alarm network and 24-hour uninterrupted blind spot cameras have built this place into an iron wall.
But this is in vain for Wizards.
An inconspicuous gray mouse swaggered in along the ventilation duct. After confirming the number of Fantastic Beasts imprisoned inside the warehouse and the distribution of guards, the mouse ran to the surveillance corner and transformed into a capable witch in a twist.
She casually pulled out a hair from the guard's body, turned around and disappeared without a trace with a "Apparition" sound.
Veritaserum, Polyjuice Potion, Confundus Charm, memory extraction...
In this asymmetric intelligence war, Wizardss don't hack computers, they hack brains.
They are like all-pervasive ghosts, tearing apart Vought International's supposedly seamless business landscape and underground trading network piece by piece.
Before dawn breaks.
In North American Ministry of Magic's Minister's Office, the large mahogany desk is already filled with intelligence files gathered from all over All-America.
Old Minister wore reading glasses and personally sorted these ink-scented parchments into categories.
Vought International's three core pharmaceutical bases, more than a dozen transit ports, more than fifty underground society strongholds with gambling agreements, and the coordinates of the remaining Fantastic Beasts nature reserves that have not been destroyed are all clearly marked on a huge parchment map.
Old Minister Looking at this dense map, I couldn't help but feel scared.
If Lynn hadn't forced him last night, he wouldn't have known that Vought International's tentacles had reached so deep.
He carefully folded the map and files and stuffed them into a brown cowhide bag treated with Undetectable Extension Charm.
After thinking about it, he opened the drawer again, took out a complicatedly carved silver Two-Way Mirror, and put it in together.
After doing all this, Old Minister walked to the window and blew a whistle.
A huge horned owl with sharp eyes swooped down from the night sky and landed steadily on the windowsill.
Old Minister tied the cowhide bag firmly to the horned owl's leg and touched its hard feathers.
"Go to Long Island Estate."
Old Minister lowered his voice and said, "It must be delivered before they have breakfast."
The horned owl let out a low cry, spread its broad wings, and plunged into the pre-dawn morning mist.
Long Island Estate In the early morning, the air is filled with the freshness after the rain and the rich aroma of fried bacon.
In the restaurant, guests of all sizes were yawning and taking their seats at the dining table one after another.
Tommy used Telekinesis to accurately distribute several glasses filled with hot milk in front of everyone, while Reggie quickly took a piece of fried egg from Raphael's plate, causing the green-skinned Little Turtles to glare.
Lynn came out of the kitchen carrying the last large plate of grilled sausages and was just about to sit down on the chair.
Bang.
A dull crash sounded outside the French window of the restaurant.
Everyone turned around and saw an exaggerated horned owl, clawing at the window lattice on the outside of the bulletproof glass with its claws. It was so tired that it rolled its eyes and made a rapid "coo" sound. There was a huge brown cowhide bag tied to its leg.
"The express has arrived."
Lynn put down the plate and motioned to Kevin who was next to the window to open the window a crack.
As if it had received an amnesty, the horned owl quickly stuffed the cowhide bag on its leg through the crack of the window, dropped it on the dining table with a "clack", and then flew away without even waiting for half a second, flapping its wings and seeming to escape.
Lynn walked over, untied the cowhide bag, and poured the contents onto the dining table.
A thick stack of parchment information, and a silver mirror with strange patterns carved on the back.
Lynn picked up the mirror and looked at it. A layer of magical ripples like water waves slightly rippled on the mirror surface.
This is a prop used by Wizarding World for long-distance communication. Old Minister sent this thing here in order to keep in touch at any time so that he can learn the progress of Vought International's destruction as soon as possible.
Lynn casually threw Two-Way Mirror to John next to him, and then spread out the huge parchment map.
On the map, countless bright red dots flickered slightly on the parchment. Next to each red dot, detailed data on defense strength, weapon configuration and underground structures were densely marked in small regular script.
The children, Benjamin, and Black Noir, who were still grabbing breakfast, stopped what they were doing and focused their eyes on the map.
"It seems that those gentlemen in robes from Ministry of Magic are not all useless trash."
Benjamin took a bite of the sausage and tapped several red dots on the map with his rough fingers.
"This information is very detailed, even the width of the Pharmaceutical Plant underground exhaust pipe is marked. Does this mean we are going to drill directly along the pipe?"
Lynn looked at the red dots on the map that were densely covered in New York and several surrounding states, with calm eyes.
Vought International's huge business territory, the fangs hidden in the dark, and the underground transactions stained with blood are now all exposed on this dining table without reservation.
"Let's have breakfast."
Lynn reached out and rolled up the map again and put it at hand.
"When we're full, we'll go out and visit them one by one."