Just when Lin En was wondering where to find a poor unlucky guy, the poor unlucky guy came to him.
The curtains slowly opened, revealing the scene outside the window. Two Muggles were standing stupidly on the opposite side of the street. They looked at each other, as if they were confirming something urgent.
"Did you lock the door when you came out?" one of them asked.
“It seems to be unlocked.”
"Damn it, aren't you afraid of thieves walking in?"
"Quick, go back and check!"
They were under the Muggle-Repelling Charm and had forgotten that they were the thieves.
Seeing all this, Lin En murmured to himself:
"Snakehead Gang, Fanster..."
Ten minutes later, Lin En showed up at the snakehead gang as expected.
Now he came here just like going back to his own home. He was familiar with the route and soon found the home of the snakehead gang boss, Fanster.
Similarly, he sat on Fanster's leather sofa again.
"Your place is so comfortable..." Lynn crossed his legs, twirled his wand in one hand, and stared at Fester with his chin in the other.
The other party had been hit by his confusion spell.
Lynn began to think about how to maximize the power of the Snakehead Gang.
As far as he knew, the business run by these guys was shady, and their subordinates had some murder cases on their hands. They could be said to be a group of desperate criminals.
Just get rid of them like this
That would be such a waste.
"Fanster, does the Snakehead Gang have any enemies? The kind of conflicts in business?" Suddenly, Lin En's eyes lit up.
"Yes, Angel Security Company. They often engage in firefights with us." Fanster's eyes were dull.
"Oh? What's the general scale?"
"There can be as few as five or six people, or as many as dozens. Usually when the goods are being transported, people from Angel Company will come and trip them up."
"What about you? Do you know their shipping routes and times?"
"They have my informants there, so I can find out from time to time."
“It’s really not poking.”
Lynn was very pleased with the result.
It is known that there are two notorious gangs that have grievances against each other, so if we just let them fight, it will surely make big news, right
It couldn't be more appropriate to use this as a prelude to my appearance.
Although this sounds somewhat disgraceful, if you think about it from another perspective, as long as these cancers in New York City are not eliminated, the citizens will never have peace. In fact, aren't you also eliminating harm for the people
Lynn quickly completed her psychological construction.
So he pointed his wand at Fester's forehead again and penetrated into his consciousness.
Don't dwell on Lynn Joe all the time.
Look for an opportunity to work for an angel company.
Avoid civilians when taking action.
After doing all this, Lin En reluctantly got up from the sofa and left.
…
New York Express bureau, Brooklyn.
Inside the office, several employees were busy. Some were moving photographic equipment, some were rushing to finish manuscripts, and some were talking on the phone loudly.
"Hello? Hello, this is the Brooklyn office of the New York Express. Do you have anything to report?" Intern reporter Jones Helena reluctantly answered the phone.
Since she started working, she has been receiving some gossip every day, either someone's ID card was lost and needed to be published in the newspaper, or someone's death needed an obituary. She feels that her work enthusiasm is gradually fading, and the day when she will be successful is getting further and further away.
But this time it's different.
The first moment she answered the call, she heard a lot of banging sounds coming from the other end, like a gunfight.
This instantly lifted her spirits.
Then a low voice came out:
"Hey! Doesn't your newspaper collect news leads for a fee? I have a big news here!"
"Hold on!"
Jones Helena's eyes flickered when she heard these words, and she decisively switched the call to the Bluetooth headset.
You have to know that interns like her are not qualified to take on live reporting of gun battles. This kind of news is very likely to be quoted by major TV stations, and the reporters' appearance rate will also increase, so it has always been monopolized by senior reporters.
Dangerous, but more profitable.
So in an instant, Jones Helena made a bold decision.
"Where?" She spoke quickly, opening the web page to search for the location while writing and drawing in her notebook.
A few minutes later, she tapped the earphone with her finger and ended the call.
Jones Helena took a deep breath. This was a rare opportunity and she must seize it.
immediately-
"Hey, Sanders, out!" she called to her partner who was tinkering with camera equipment at the edge of the office.
"Off the field? How can there be off the field at this time?" Sanders was very confused. This new girl didn't have much business.
"Dyker Beach Park, there's a traffic accident there!"
Jones Helena did not tell the whole truth.
…
Ten minutes later, Helena and her photography partner arrived at Dyke Park.
Even from a distance, photographer Sanders could tell something was wrong.
This is not a traffic accident at all, it's clearly a gang fight!
"Oh, God, are you sure it's here? Should we go back a little?" Sanders didn't want to go forward.
"Oh my God, how could this be!" Helena pretended to be surprised, but quickly changed the subject, "Sanders, do you think we will be the first media to arrive?"
"Damn it, who else but us could be so unlucky..."
"Hey, listen Sanders, now that we're here, why don't we..." Helena's eyes revealed a strong sense of encouragement.
"OK, OK." Sanders had no choice.
Unfortunately, just a few minutes later when they had set up the camera, the gang members moved towards this side.
"Bang!"
“Da da da!”
Fierce gunfire instantly enveloped the main film area, and bullets even splashed on the ground nearby, stirring up clouds of dirt, which instantly frightened Helena, who had been ambitious just now.
She hid tightly behind a rock shelter, trying to survive the exchange of fire.
However, the gunfire did not stop, but became more and more intense - thanks to the presence of the filming car, both sides of the war were given a cover, so the stalemate continued.
"Whoosh!" A bullet passed through her head, making her feel like she was falling into an icy cave.
If the bullet had been just a little bit off, it would have hit her head. Helena's legs began to weaken uncontrollably, and she began to regret her impulsiveness.
At this moment, she just wanted to go back to a few minutes ago when Sanders asked her if she wanted to go back and covered her mouth.
However, there is no regret medicine in the world. Just as she was trembling and burying her body lower, a gang member discovered her trail. Based on the principle of either friend or foe, the gang member pulled the trigger.
"No!" Helena saw this action and she shouted weakly.
At this moment, there was only one thought left in her mind:
Oh God, someone come and save me!
And as if he heard her cry for help—
A windbreaker rustled, and the gold logo fluttered in the wind.
A black figure fell from the sky.