A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

Chapter 10 10. World Association for the Administration of Occult Affairs

"boom!"

When a gunshot broke the tranquility of Park Street, pedestrians on the road invariably recalled the once popular duel between cowboys, Ionian nobles and Felipe matador.

This was once considered an ancient and gentlemanly activity. The two parties stood opposite each other in an open place, looking at each other with delicate pistols on their waists.

They can only fire one shot. After a shot, one fell and the other stood. Paramedics and servants administer first aid to the loser to ensure that he loses nothing more than his honor. The winner raised his hands high, circled the field, looked elegant, and enjoyed the cheers of his relatives and friends.

Until passers-by heard more shots fired one after another.

……

William threw forward desperately, and his front teeth hit something unknown, and two of them fell off. The blood mixed with the dirty dirt, forming a turbid blood stain.

The clean shirt on his chest was stained with mud and suddenly became foul-smelling. William struggled to get up and ran away towards the other end of the alley.

He was grateful that he had been to the shooting range for practice. He vaguely remembered that the revolver only had six bullets, and there were exactly six gunshots just now, indicating that the opponent was temporarily out of bullets.

The black shadow behind him swung his gun and threw out the shell, then loaded six rounds of bullets into it and chased after him closely.

Fortunately, there is an exit at the other end of the alley, leading to the other side of Park Street.

This is a bustling street, with vendors selling sundries scattered on both sides of the asphalt road. William rushed out of the alley, covered in filth, which undoubtedly attracted the attention of passers-by.

William opened his dry lips and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Help! Help me, someone is trying to kill me!"

"Please, help me!"

"Help..."

But the only response he got was another shot from the black figure with a gun. An explosion blocked the people who tried to come forward and blocked William's cry for help.

Only a few ladies cast their eyes with pity and sympathy, but they all hid aside in fear.

What to do... William thought desperately, tears slowly seeping out from the corners of his eyes.

"If I had known it, if I had known this...I would never have become a wizard..."

The black shadow behind him is still chasing, and the distance between them has gradually shortened. Every time the gunman gets closer, the power in William's body becomes weaker. He gritted his teeth and held on to the last bit of strength. He couldn't die here, not yet!

William has one last plan!
  At the end of Park Street is the Dwamish River that crosses it. It flows from the inland and enters the sea at Puget Harbor. The water is fast and has many whirlpools.

As long as William jumps into the river, the gunman will never have enough courage to chase him and jump into the river. This is William's only chance of survival!
  As his thoughts turned around, William saw the Dwamish River smelling of sea and the cement railings by the river in the distance.

William was overjoyed, his legs used strength again, and he ran towards the railing.

The scenery in front of me zoomed in sharply, and the railing was right in front of me in the blink of an eye!

William's body hit the railing. He used his hands to lift his body up, and then stepped on the railing with his foot. Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced downward.

Immediately afterwards, William hesitated, and his hand holding the railing couldn't help but relax.

In the Dwamish River, the smelly water was filled with white foam. A piece of driftwood hit the rocks and broke into two pieces in the blink of an eye. In the ripples of the river, the back of the saltwater crocodile was faintly visible.

William ignored one thing. He only thought that the gunman would never dare to jump after him, but he forgot that he did not have enough courage.

William gritted his teeth and turned around, hoping that when he saw the man with the gun, he would be able to gain the strength to survive out of fear, but when he glanced away, an unexpected thing suddenly broke into his eyes.

A Ford car drove from outside the right side of the screen, blocking it between William and the gunman. The car window rolled down, and a gentle young man shouted: "Get in the car quickly!"

William's movements stopped: "Are you?"

"Lee Berg, a member of the World Occult Affairs Management Association." The young man took out a silver pamphlet and shook it.

At this time, a burst of intense gunfire came, hitting the car like raindrops, the glass shattered, a cut was made on the young man's ear, and blood flowed down.

"Get in the car quickly!" the young man said loudly, with a trustworthy calmness in his words, "Are you going to kill us?"

William paused, the situation was critical, and there seemed to be no other way.

Thinking that the next wave of bullets was coming, he made up his mind, quickly opened the car door and jumped in.

The moment the car door was pulled shut, the young man stepped on the accelerator. The car knocked down a simple stall and sped off along another road.

……

The bullets of the gunman behind him hit the car "ping-ping-ping-ping-ping". It was not until the car drove out of this neighborhood and the shadow of death temporarily went away that William breathed a sigh of relief.

William leaned on the leather car seat behind him, feeling the relaxation he had not experienced in a long time. At this moment, he realized that he still had many questions that needed to be answered.

"Mr. Berg, where are we going now?" William asked.

"Go to our branch in Bridgewick. Its location is a bit remote." The scene on both sides of the window became normal, and the young man known as Berg answered with a smile.

"You still have a branch?" William asked in surprise.

"Of course, we have the above-mentioned organizations operating in various regions." Mr. Berg smiled and took a towel from the passenger seat. "Here, wipe your face first."

Only then did William notice that his face was dirty, and even the car was stained by himself.

He shyly took the towel, wiped himself, and asked curiously: "You said you are a member of the 'Occult Affairs... Management Association'. What kind of organization is this?"

"In layman's terms, it is a righteous organization." Berg said with a smile.

"Justice?" William did not expect that the other party would speak so straightforwardly.

"That's right." Berg said, "As you can see, wizards kill each other in order to improve their ratings. In their eyes, weakness is sin, kindness is ridiculous, and the lives of wizards are like livestock in a fence. "

William nodded vigorously, this was also his deepest feeling after awakening.

"So, a strong and just organization is needed to protect the lives and freedom of wizards."

"This sounds like...just like something from MC comics!" William said excitedly. Superhero comics are still an emerging concept today, and William still has a good family background, so he can have spare money to buy "Time Comics Weekly".

"Haha, it can indeed be understood this way." Mr. Berg said with a gentle smile.

"By the way, how did you show up in time to save me?" New confusion arose in William's heart.

"Well...it's originally a secret, but I can tell you." Berg thought for a moment and said, "Our branch president is a powerful wizard. He can sense that someone is chasing other wizards nearby, so he sent me Come and save you.”

"This is really amazing!" William said in surprise, such a powerful ability is simply unbelievable.

"Of course, you may learn more about us in the future..." Berg smiled, "I mean, if you are willing to join us."

"Me? Can I join your organization?" William's heart was pounding. He didn't expect that the other party would actually send him an invitation.

"You are very talented. It is rare to awaken as a 5D wizard at such a young age." Berg said with a smile, "We have been looking for people like you."

William couldn't wait to say: "Then, I am willing, I am willing to protect the lives and freedom of ordinary people!"

"Very well, according to confidentiality regulations, I need to know your name."

"William Joe, sir!" William said.

Berg smiled and said: "Okay, I will take you to the branch president in a moment. You need to sign an agreement."

"In the next week, you will receive training from us; in the next six months, you will participate in our activities as an intern, and after that, you will become an investigator and a real guardian."

A true guardian! William's heart was pounding. Thinking about his experiences in the past few days, he seemed to have felt a responsibility on his shoulders.

"But that's all for later." Berg smiled and shook his head, passing a bottle of soda to the back seat. "You need to drink something."

William was speechless, his mouth was indeed dry. He took the soda and was about to drink it, but he resisted the urge and checked it with his nose first.

There is indeed sweet soda in the glass bottle, with no other odor.

William then drank it with a little guilt.

At this time, Berg, who was driving, took out a handkerchief to dry the blood on his ears, combed his hair with a comb, and sprayed some perfume, as if he was preparing to meet the president.

William didn't pay attention. He looked out the window and imagined his future life.

Perhaps it was because he was relaxing, but after a few minutes, a wave of tiredness flooded into William's mind.

"Mr. Berg, I..."

He felt that he might be too tired and needed to take a nap, so he opened his mouth and planned to let Berg wake him up later.

But before he could speak, William's consciousness went dark.

Fell into a deep coma.

(End of this chapter)