Twelve screams that sounded one after another, and the various twisted witch souls that kept changing from the thick black fog that appeared on the twelve stools in the air.

Obviously.

The twelve so-called Crusaders were covered with witch blood on their hands.

The blood of the innocent witch.

The black flames did not have a trace of temperature in the sun. If there weren't those screams and screams, they would probably not attract anyone's attention.

but……

Lock saw it.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window in a hall on the fourth floor of the Witch Academy, Locke stared at the black flames floating outside the city and retracted his eyes.

Since SHIELD wants to find the Dark Head, let them find it.

Rock never regarded Carrie as his vassal, but as his sister. Locke would not stop what her sister wanted to do, but would only choose to help when her sister hits a wall.

After a while.

Just as Locke retracted his gaze, the door behind him was pushed open.

Then, because the room was very warm, I took off my down jacket and Gwen, who was sent with a purple turtleneck sweater, grabbed the notebook in his hand and walked in: "Hey, where is Cordelia?"

Locke turned around: "I have something to do, I just went out."

"Carrie?"

"Go out with friends."

"friend?"

Gwen and Locke hugged: "I don't know Carrie has friends here yet?"

Locke shrugged: "Don't worry, I don't know either."

Gwen laughed.

Instead of continuing on this topic, Locke shifted the topic and said, "How about it, witch class?"

Gwen shook his head and said, "It's not so good. I feel that it's similar to the content we did in class, and they all have to be memorized by rote."

you do not say.

Today is the witch potion class and the witch spell class.

The names of various herbs in the Salem Witch Realm should be remembered.

Remember what herbs look like.

Then, remember to compare the formulas of various agents.

Not to mention the mantra class.

Gwen thought for a while: "The Witch Potion Class is a bit like we were in pre-chemistry, and then, the Spell Class is a bit like we were in English."

Locke's mouth raised: "What do you think it looks like?"

Gwen shrugged: "I don't know, maybe, like what I did in Hollywood movies, if I didn't know, I would have thought this was a school for fooling myself into being a witch."

But she also knew the reason.

Because I had just been in the spell class, Salem, which provided energy to the Salem witches, fell asleep, and many of the witch spells had become invalid.

And the ones I just taught are actually the mantras that have been reverified over the years, and many of the mantras with great power cannot be used.

so……

Gwen shook his head: "I actually still envied Zoe and the others, but now it seems that I feel a little sympathetic to them."

Locke looked at Gwen curiously: "Sympathy?"

Gwen nodded, that's it. Gwen originally thought that the witch should be like the dark leader Syndra, who was flying all kinds of domineering.

So Gwen has always been difficult to understand why the witches were chased by a group of ordinary people.

at the moment?

Gwen realized it.

Zoe and the others are witches and have various magical powers. However, their power is magical but has energy limitations. A good M4 assault rifle can protect itself, but an M4 assault rifle that can stumble after a shot can not only protect itself, but will attract spy.

Generally, if there is a broken surveillance near a hospital or a school, the monitoring center will repair and confirm it as soon as possible.

"check."

Kaup said directly: "This is a hospital, and there are a lot of homeless people outside."

Detective Keno nodded.

Copp looked at Detective Keno who was walking away and said to George: "If it were in New York, it would have been used for satellite replay."

George laughed and looked up: "The satellite is there too..."

Cope looked at George of Kag: "Continue."

George's eyes rolled and looked at Cop: "Wait, I'll call to ask."

Said.

George took out his phone from his arms, then pressed it twice, and called.

soon.

"Supervisor Stacey!"

Ms. Victoria Hand, who is in New York, is now using satellites, watching the black fire barbecue scene outside New Orleans, and looking at the phone that suddenly calls, looking at the sudden call of the phone, a little magical: "Is there anything I can help the New York Police Department?"

George walked not far away and asked, "Did you have satellites over New Orleans last night?"

Victoria Hand looked at the satellite image on the big screen and blinked, wondering if their ASIS satellites were exposed, but still asked with some uncertainty: "...Is there anything?"

"If anything, I would like to ask you for a favor."

George listened to Victoria Hand's ambiguous answer on the phone, but did not take it seriously, and told the opposite side of the phone what happened.

After all, it is the Homeland Security Bureau. Compared with local police stations like them, the Homeland Security Bureau must be more confidential.

George could understand this.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask."

Victoria Hand heard George say that two police officers were dead and a baby was missing. Hearing this sentence, he opened it directly and said to his satellite controller: "Has our satellite photographed the surroundings and near the San Igonese Hospital yesterday?"

There should be some.

Yesterday, in order to cooperate with Hill's actions, the SHIELD satellite was always on New Orleans, recording in high-definition all-weather. After all, we must prevent the twelve people who were originally intended to be gifts from running away.

The route function of the ASIS satellite was closed this morning after Hawkeye Patton caught the target.

soon.

Agent Agent read out yesterday's satellite video.

Picture...

Very clear.

“Finally found.”

A Agent of ASCHE has once again expanded the surveillance screen. The picture is empty. A black woman wearing a dreadlocked braid, wearing an orange-red dress, holding the baby in her arms confronted the two policemen.

George over there was excited when he heard this: "It's great, can you send me the photo?"

"certainly."

Victoria Hand nodded.

While talking.

A ding dong sound.

George looked at the clear screenshot of the black woman in a surveillance video popped up on his phone, and said thank you directly to Victoria Hand, and then looked at Cop.

Inside the New York Operations Center.

Victoria Hand put away the phone, shook his head and smiled.

Just then.

"Sir!"

“…”

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