Planeswalker My Plane War

Chapter 117 The Great Wizard 8
"Black?" Zhang Cheng asked back.Do you still need to ask this question?This is an information society.

"I mean, what do you think black people look like?"

What do black people look like in the eyes of Chinese?Generally speaking, it is the person who robs the convenience store with a gun, the person who snatches your mobile phone on the street and runs away, and the person who sneaks up to the car and holds the gun to follow you when you park the car on the side of the road. People who want this and that.This is not only the plot in Hollywood movies, but also a real fact.At dusk yesterday, Zhang Chengcheng encountered a scene in such a script.Of course, yesterday's repertoire did not develop towards a normal state entirely because Zhang Cheng is a planeswalker.If it were any other Asian tourist, then a record would be added to the file of the police station today.More likely, there is not even a record.And this is not the first time, because just earlier, Zhang Cheng's carry-on bag fell into the hands of a black man - with his passport and other documents.

"I told you, Thomas, my carry-on bag was robbed a few days ago," Zhang Cheng sighed. "A black person did it."

"Oh, dear friend, you know that's not what I mean," said Thomas. "I'm talking about witchcraft born deep in the African rainforest, evil curses, and evil devils created by magic. Secret things among black people."

"what is that?"

"Old voodoo spells," Thomas said. "Mix seven blasphemous materials together in a special way, burn them on fire, and use a secret spell at the same time to summon a powerful devil. This is a very dangerous spell, because if the wizard is not strong enough, he will Will be killed by the devil immediately. But if the wizard has a strong willpower, he can dominate and drive these demons throughout the night. In this night, the wizard is invincible. The seven materials are the hair of a dead baby, the hair of a dead virgin Bones, the blood of the son of incest..." He flipped through his phone, apparently translating the contents of the app to Zhang Cheng.

"Shit!" Although the bird language is relatively poor, Zhang Cheng still popped up a word to express his disdain.

"...and this, this is another equally dangerous magic." Thomas said enthusiastically, not even having time to eat the breakfast served by the waiter. "A strange spell processed from human ashes, which needs to be added with mussels and belladonna... This stuff is poisonous, and ordinary people will die suddenly if they eat it. But real wizards can use it to change the appearance of the dead. Even Not just changing the face, but also changing the age, figure and voice."

"Okay, but I believe this kind of thing must be secret, not just anyone can understand the mystery." Zhang Cheng said. "Let's eat quickly. I paid for your guiding service."

"OK." Thomas put down the phone with regret. "You are not interested in the news of such a witchcraft war. Well, I heard that this kind of witchcraft in the East is not uncommon?"

"No, we don't call it witchcraft, it's called..." Zhang Cheng thought for a while. "Taoism."

"Oh, I guess I did," Thomas said. "By the way, Zhang Cheng, do you know how many people died last night?"

"I don't know." Zhang Cheng replied lazily.

"The Armenians are finished," Thomas said, looking at his phone as he ate. "They say at least 300 people died."

"Impossible." Zhang Cheng replied very positively.

"The police have sealed off the scene," Thomas watched and translated to Zhang Cheng, trying to arouse Zhang Cheng's interest.In this way, Zhang Cheng can make up for the money he paid for watching the news app. "People who have seen the scene will say that it was not a crime, but a slaughterhouse! It is said that the FBI has completely taken over the case. This is not an ordinary gangster vendetta..." He watched and laughed again . "The prickly pear gangster is also scared to death. They have mobilized all their hands and are ready to fight with..."

Before the words fell, several gunshots rang out in the distance—Zhang Cheng has practiced enough now, so he can distinguish the gunshots at once—then Thomas threw away the phone, grabbed him, and hid the two of them together. under the desk.

When a series of gunshots rang out, the original calm in the store was instantly broken.Almost everyone, regardless of gender, made a similar move to Thomas.Through the nearest window, you can see that the first dozen or so people who were shopping and passing by began to run away in all directions, and bent over very skillfully while running.Others were looking for a reliable cover. Zhang Cheng saw someone crawling and crawling into the bottom of an off-road vehicle.The whole scene was in chaos.

"What... is this doing?" Zhang Cheng asked after the gunfire subsided for a long time.

"The streets of gangsters are on fire in the special cultural landscape of the United States." Thomas said with a smile, showing no trace of fear.On the contrary, the gunshot seemed to arouse some desire in him, because Zhang Cheng clearly saw Thomas looking outside, and gently licked his lips with his tongue.It should be noted that there is no food residue on his lips.

"Drug dealers in the cactus country," Thomas said after observing for a few seconds before making a judgment. "But I don't know who the opponent is. Maybe it's black? Maybe it's the police? Maybe it's just their own neurosis."

It was the first time Zhang Cheng felt the deterrent force of street hooligans fighting and slowly got out from under the table. "You said the police just now? They even dare to fight the police?" Zhang Cheng had seen a scene of an illegal gun dealer PK a policewoman before.However, as soon as the police came out that time, the criminals ran away at the fastest speed, similar to a cat catching a mouse.

"Hey, my dear friend," Thomas said dismissively. "What do you think drug dealers are? They are all dangerous people with MP5 or AK and shooting at the police. Because they know that as long as they are arrested, they may spend a lifetime in prison or die directly. This is Texas!"

The men and women in the store sat back at the table and continued to eat, as if everything that happened just now was just a trivial matter.Only Zhang Cheng suddenly thought that if a stray bullet hit him in the head just now, he would be finished.

Although you can do whatever you want in this place, on the other hand, unless you wear the dimensional rift on your body every day, there is really no guarantee of safety.

"By the way, Zhang Cheng, what do you want to have today?" Thomas suddenly changed the subject.

"I want to have that... the machine gun we tried last time?" Zhang Cheng said.After hearing these words, Thomas' eyes lit up immediately.Such things as machine guns are very unusual. Basically, with a little training, the cost of bullets can be several thousand dollars or even tens of thousands of dollars.It is said that all Asians are really local tyrants, next time we must get more advertisements in Asia.

……

"Dear Agent Jennifer, is that all you know?"

"Yes." Jennifer looked at the director in front of her and the strange man beside him.Although this is not an interrogation room, this posture is actually similar to an interrogation.Although I have never met this person, and no one has even introduced him to me, even an idiot knows that this person is from the FBI.

"Then let's summarize the matter briefly. Because of the clues left by your dead partner, you are determined to find the Armenian's criminal evidence alone..." the FBI said, and at the same time made a gesture to stop Jennifer go on. "You found your target and walked in through a side door. But accidentally triggered a trap. Hypnotic gas sprayed in all directions knocked you unconscious. By the time you woke up, more than 12 hours had passed. You then opened the door in disbelief... and found dead bodies all over the floor. Also, at least thirty women and a large amount of illegal drugs. The details may need some wording corrections, but that's about it overall Right?"

"Yes." Jennifer reluctantly admitted. "You can go and see that scene, isn't that..."

"I understand." The FBI's expression was not severe, "Dear lady, I heard that you won the mixed martial arts championship in college?"

"It's an interschool competition," Jennifer admitted. "Women's team."

"What do you think of... the bodies you saw?"

Speaking of this, even Jennifer felt a little scared. "It's like they were...thrown into a meat grinder," she said slowly. "After watching that scene, my first thought was that I might need a therapist."

"Yes, it makes people feel extremely uncomfortable." The few people here seem to have recalled something, and even the face of the director who has not spoken has turned a little blue.According to what the female police officer knew, the chief used to be a soldier and had been a policeman for at least 20 years.But even such a person could hardly bear the shock of that scene. "Do you think people can do this?"

"It's impossible for humans, but it can be done with the help of machines. For example," Jennifer thought for a while. "A modified excavator can do it effortlessly. Of course, you can also use some other ready-made machinery and throw the corpse there."

"Our scene identification experts told us," the FBI said. "That's the first scene. Ms. Jennifer, do you really have no other details to add to us?"

"No." Jennifer replied.She noticed the FBI and the director exchanged a look.

"Very well, Jennifer can go to have a rest. Let me remind you that the relevant information must be kept confidential." The director finally said.

The policewoman came out, and as soon as she came out, she saw a young black male who could only be described as wearing a strange costume, walking past her led by two strange police officers.Although this kind of scene is nothing new in the police station, it can be seen from the polite attitude of the police that this is not the usual situation of catching and detaining a small hooligan.

"Who is this?" She couldn't help asking a colleague not far away.

"A wizard." The colleague shrugged. "He claims to be. But I don't think so. It's just boasting." He added quickly. "He's too young."

The two watched as the wizard was led into a room ahead.That side is now occupied by the FBI.Except for the FBI, even the local police cannot go there.

"What happened?" Jennifer was still a little confused.Six corpses is a big case, but Jennifer thinks that if someone goes crazy and drives a small modified mechanical vehicle, it is not impossible to cause that kind of scene.

"They found the only survivor." The colleague lowered his voice. "Armenian gang."

"Who? You mean the sole survivor of the gang? You mean...more than six?"

"Jennifer, don't you know? Starting today, there will be no more Armenian gangsters," said the colleague. "Together with the six on your side, there are almost eighty people. They are all dead." He curled his lips. "The FBI came here with their own criminal psychology experts, and then...they started looking for wizards everywhere."

"Wizard? Ridiculous! What the hell is going on? What did the survivor say? What do you know?"

"I know that survivor... that poor guy has gone crazy with fright. He is talking incoherently about some devils in the dark, evil wizards, and tigers and wolves."

"Tiger? Are you sure he meant a tiger? Not a puma? This isn't India!"

"Jennifer," the colleague lowered his voice. "It's pretty nasty. They actually found feline footprints at the scene. That guy was a lot bigger than a cougar...Leave that aside, the FBI has taken over the whole case. By the way, on the streets today, Those guys from Cactus Country are fighting against black people. By the way, congratulations."

"Congratulations on what?"

"You would have made the headlines today with more than half a ton of prohibited drugs and at least [-] illegal immigrants in captivity," the colleague said. "You're right, and Bob is right."

"But he died."

These words caused a long silence. "Sorry, Jennifer, but you know that's the way it is. We're human and we all make mistakes."

Jennifer took a deep breath, "You mean, the FBI believes that a certain wizard did it?"

"The FBI doesn't believe in anything, they only believe in evidence." The colleague left a light sentence. "By the way, what happened to your car?"

"I don't know," Jennifer replied. "I guess some drunk guy who had a night of drinking came home and drove the wrong car. When he realized that he was driving a police car, he was so frightened that he threw the car away. Gone." She paused suddenly. "Actually, I am very grateful to him."

"Jennifer," said a voice behind her.The two policemen turned around and saw that it was another middle-aged man in police uniform. "What the boss means is that you need to write a report on your smuggling and the loss of the police car."

"Report..." The policewoman's expression was not good at all, this was the most troublesome thing for her.

"Don't worry, he also gave you three days off." The colleague said with a smile. "In addition, he reminded you not to inquire about anything. This case... the less you know, the better!"

(End of this chapter)