"I went to Vought Tower in Manhattan once before, and there was no trace of him there. Edgar is an extremely cautious old fox. He knows that he has become a target now and has already hid."
Lynn tapped his fingers twice on the parchment map. "We can smash these Pharmaceutical Plant and gangsters one by one, but if Edgar is not dead, he can come back at any time with military funds, and all this will be meaningless."
Old Minister in the mirror swallowed, and the cold sweat on his forehead slid down his wrinkles.
"I want you to release all the vitality that Ministry of Magic has that can still breathe now! Don't stop for a moment!"
"Go and pry open the minds of those Vought executives and investigate the military generals and Wall Street tycoons who have interests in Vought! No matter what means you use, even if you turn the entire United States underground network upside down, you must dig out Edgar's current hiding place and keep an eye on him!"
Old Minister knew that this was almost overdrawing the last trace of North American Wizarding World's foundation, but he had no room to refuse, not to mention that Edgar was also a reminder hanging above his head.
"I understand! I will personally supervise Intelligence Network!"
Old Minister gritted his teeth and issued a military order in front of the mirror, "As long as he is still breathing on the earth, Ministry of Magic will definitely catch him!"
The picture on the mirror was instantly cut off and turned into an ordinary silver mirror again.
Lynn put Two-Way Mirror into his pocket, turned around and walked to the Entrance Hall's coat rack, took off his windbreaker and put it on his body.
He glanced at the Gray Cashmere Scarf gifted by John hanging on the shelf, thought for a moment but still didn't tie it up.
Outside the door, the heavy rain finally poured down.
The strong wind carried the rain and washed away the glass of the Manor, and thunder rolled in the sky.
The monsters in the Manor have already walked to the gate.
Benjamin inserted Military Dagger back into the leg side, and the four Little Turtles held the newly acquired Alloy Weapons;
Black Noir put on Tactical Mask, Reggie was stretching in place, Tommy was surrounded by the twisted Telekinesis, Annie's hands were faintly glowing with golden light, Kevin hugged Fish Tank tightly.
John was suspended beside Lynn, looking at the heavy rain outside with ocean-blue eyes.
Lynn Pushed open the heavy security door, and the cold rain and cold wind rushed towards my face instantly, soaking the hem of the windbreaker.
He did not look back, but left the most common instructions to the family behind him who were about to turn New York and even the entire America upside down.
"Be safe and be back before dinner."
It rained heavily.
The entire city was shrouded in a layer of gray mist.
No one knew that under the cover of this heavy rain, a purge had begun.
Bronx, an underground casino disguised as an abandoned meat processing plant.
This is the base camp of Viper Gang.
After injecting Diluted Compound provided by Vought International, the bodies of these gangsters increased dramatically, and a layer of rough keratin similar to crocodile skin appeared on the surface of their skin.
They had acquired muscles that ordinary Pistol could not easily penetrate, and they were gathering under the incandescent lamp, laughing arrogantly while counting the bundles of dollar bills they had obtained from Wizarding World's reselling of Fantastic Beasts's organs.
Bang!
With a loud bang, the ten centimeter-thick and explosion-proof Iron Gate door in the processing plant, together with the load-bearing walls on both sides of the door frame, were kicked in from the outside by an arrogant force.
Iron Gate, which weighed several hundred kilograms, rolled in mid-air and hit the gaming table hard, crushing the two mutated gangsters who had no time to dodge into a pool of blood and mud.
"Who!"
The remaining dozens of mutated gangsters suddenly picked up the Assault Rifle and Machete on the table, and turned to look at the smoke-filled door.
The wind and rain poured in.
Benjamin was wearing the worn-out Hoodie, with military boots stepping on the water on the ground, and walked in expressionlessly.
Behind him were four green figures wearing various eye patches and holding cold weapons.
"Fifty-three venues are marked on the map."
Benjamin didn't even look at the black muzzles. He took out a Metal Pocket Watch from his pocket and said in a rough tone, "I'll give you three minutes in this place. If anyone is holding you back, go back and wash the dishes for the whole family tonight."
The words just fell.
"Quick victory!"
Leonardo shouted coldly, clenched the two Cold Steel Samurai Swords glowing with cold light with both hands, and exerted force on both legs.
He was like a green lightning that cut through the crowd instantly.
Leonardo flipped his wrist, and the blade drew two perfect crosses in the air. The two mutant gangsters at the front didn't even pull the trigger, and their heads flew high into the sky, blood spurting out.
Raphael let out a low roar and crashed directly into the crowd.
Facing the heavy Machete coming towards him, he did not dodge, but raised the Dark Silver Iron Ruler in his hand and accurately blocked the blade.
The thick green arm muscles bulged, the wrist was twisted suddenly, and with a "click", the Machete made of fine steel broke on the spot.
Raphael took advantage of the situation and moved forward. The tip of the iron ruler, which opened the blood groove, pierced the opponent's heart without any hindrance, and kicked the corpse away with force.
Donatello's Alloy Staff is like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, specifically picking out these Outsiders's knee joints and throat to greet.
The long stick swept across, accompanied by the heartbreaking sound of bone cracking. The three gangsters screamed and fell to the ground. Then the tip of the stick stabbed their throats hard, and the screams stopped abruptly.
Michelangelo's Refined Steel Nunchaku danced into a ball of airtight metal Stormfront in the hand.
He relied on the flexible movement he had learned in the sewers to shuttle among the crowd. Titanium Alloy Chain brought the sound of howling wind, and every blow was accompanied by the muffled sound of the skull being sunken.
Benjamin walked slowly through the battlefield where one-sided massacre was taking place.
A gang leader with his face covered in blood roared and rushed toward him.
Benjamin just tilted his head slightly to avoid the punch, his right hand reached out like lightning, and his five fingers grasped the opponent's chin and back of the head like iron pliers, and his hands turned backwards.
There was a crisp sound of cervical vertebrae breaking.
He threw the body aside casually, walked to the safe deep in the factory, and kicked it severely Transfiguration.
"Two minutes and forty seconds."
Benjamin glanced at the corpses on the ground, stuffed his pocket watch back into his pocket, "Let's go to the next house."