hogwarts blast

On Friday, night surrounded this secluded terminal, and the dim lights weakly illuminated the silent container yard.

The water surface reflected the lights cast by the city in the distance. Driven by the wind, ripples appeared like fish scales, one after another.

The low hum of the car engine broke the tranquility of the terminal, and a Ford slowly parked outside the container yard.

Several workers loading and unloading goods next to the truck looked at each other warily.

One of them stopped what he was doing, grabbed the gun in his coat without leaving a trace, and walked slowly towards the Ford sedan.

The window on one side of the back seat slowly lowered, revealing a face with a somewhat gloomy expression.

"Is everything going well?" In the car, a middle-aged man wearing a well-dressed suit said slowly.

Seeing the man's face, the man outside the car released his hand holding the pistol and respectfully replied to the man in the car: "Boss Feconi, everything is going well."

"That's good. The quantity of this batch is larger than usual. I don't want anything to go wrong."

…

In the rich night, a dark shadow almost blended into the night, standing quietly on the crane at the pier, looking down at the container yard below.

The night wind flowed, and the pure black cloak swayed slightly in the gentle wind.

"I'm in position." Kyle lowered his head slightly and whispered into the intercom on his chest.

Cedric's response quickly came over the intercom, "Ten seconds."

Standing on the crane, Kyle looked at the people in the distance who were moving wooden boxes one after another onto the trucks, his eyes full of excitement.

He spread his legs and strode forward, and with a hard jump, Kyle's body immediately rose into the air, drawing a beautiful arc in the dark night sky.

After using the crane to cross a distance of tens of meters, Kyle silently hung upside down directly above the group of people.

The workers below were still focused on moving the goods from the containers to the trucks. None of them noticed that there was a black shadow hanging directly above them.

…

For the sake of the safety of the goods, they did not concentrate all the goods in one or two containers on the cargo ship, but scattered them into a dozen specially marked containers.

You know, a cargo ship has more than two hundred containers.

Stace glanced at the container in front of him. They had already emptied the "special cargo" in this container.

Seeing that his colleagues were still busy, Stace turned around and walked alone toward another container containing special cargo deep in the yard.

The door of the container was half open, and the light cast by the dim electric light above could only illuminate the corners of the outermost boxes.

The container was filled with darkness, like the mouth of a gnawing abyss, which looked a bit scary.

If it were other people, facing such a scene alone might be a little scary.

However, Stacey's heart was untroubled.

This was not the first time he had done this kind of thing, secretly loading and unloading some unscrupulous special cargo in the dead of night.

He walked easily to the container with a mark that only they could recognize on its surface, and picked up a wooden box piled outside as usual.

But this time it was obviously different from usual. The moment he picked up the box, something seemed to grab his hand. A strong force came and suddenly dragged him into the invisible container.

A frightened scream and a loud bang on the container wall immediately attracted the attention of others.

"Hey, Stacey?"

no respond.

The two people beside the truck exchanged glances in confusion, held the weapons they carried tightly, and slowly approached the container where Stacey had just gone, one after the other.

"Stace?" The man walking in front called tentatively to the container again.

Bang! Bang!

The only response he received was the crisp sound of shattering glass and the collision of metal.

The surrounding visibility instantly dropped by one level.

The man followed the sound and looked over. Using the dim light, he bent down and picked up a bat-shaped metal piece on the ground.

Just as he was looking at the metal piece in his hand, he turned around and found that his companion was looking at the sky above him like a fool, "What's wrong?"

The man also raised his head and followed his companion's gaze, "Hunter, what are you looking at..."

The dark shadow that caught his eye stopped him from finishing his unfinished words.

A black shadow fell from the sky in an instant, and a scream that was even more frightening than before suddenly resounded throughout the container yard.

Hunter howled in fear and ran desperately outside the yard.

People scattered throughout the dock heard his voice and went to the place where the sound came from to check the situation.

A black shadow flashed in front of Hunter. Hunter pulled out the pistol from his waist without hesitation and suddenly pulled the trigger at the place where the black shadow briefly appeared.

In the back seat of the Ford sedan outside the yard, the fat man named Flass immediately realized that something was wrong when he heard the burst of gunshots.

"I gonna go see."

…

The lights in the entire container yard were damaged. When they heard the sound of gunfire, a group of people seemed to have found a backbone and moved closer to the direction of the gunfire.

"Ah!" A short scream sounded again, but it stopped abruptly.

Hunter couldn't help the fear in his heart and pulled the trigger randomly again.

"Where are you?!"

"Here." A terrifying whisper sounded in the back of his head.

Another short scream sounded in the yard.

The dark environment is always the most feared thing for human beings.

Listening to the screams coming from everywhere, watching the number of companions continue to decrease, fear spread in the hearts of the gang members.

Fear can make people collapse, and it can also make people crazy.

The guns in the hands of the gangsters continued to fire wildly in all directions, but there was nothing except the crisp collision sound of bullets and the walls of the metal container.

It wasn't until all the bullets in the magazine were exhausted that the muzzles of their guns stopped spitting out fire.

In the flickering lights, two figures wearing strange armors suddenly rushed out from the shadows behind the containers, flying up and down among the crowd.

Every rise and fall of the figure represents the fall of one or even several people.

Flass got out of the car to inspect the situation, and when he heard the clash of fists and flesh in the crowd and the screams of his men, he knew that the matter was beyond his control.

He turned around and ran away without hesitation.

"There's a problem! Boss, you'd better leave quickly!"

Fras ran back to the Ford sedan in a panic, and when he opened the door, he found that his boss had fainted in the car at some point.

Even the driver was brutally beaten.

"Hold!"

He looked up and found a blond and blue-eyed boy who had appeared on the roof of the car in front of him at some point, looking at him with a smile.

A small fist quickly enlarged in Fras's eyes.

Amidst a muffled sound similar to the banging of a gourd and gourd, Fras fainted.

Behind Kyle, the container yard where gunshots were ringing slowly calmed down.

Soon, three figures wearing armors produced by Weasley Industries walked out of the darkness, with excitement on their faces.

"What should we do next?" George asked.

Kyle found a mobile phone that was about the size of a brick on the leader of the group.

After dialing the police number in the Republic of China, he threw the mobile phone to George.

"Tell the police where we are and what happened here and let them deal with the aftermath."

He took out a bottle of magic potion from his pocket, and the other three people recognized it. The potion in Kyle's hand was Veritaserum.

If you use magic potion, there will be no magic fluctuations.

This way the Ministry of Magic can't track them.

"Now, let's take a look at where these guys' money is."

Kyle dropped three drops of veritaserum into the other person's mouth, and then began the interrogation.