Ministry of Magic, an institution similar to the Wizard World Police Department.

Few wizards like this institution because no matter which country or continent, the Ministry of Magic plays a role of supervision and punishment.

Merlin is no longer a novice wizard. He has been immersed in magic knowledge for three years. He is very clear about some traditions in the wizard world. It is said that in various countries, the Ministry of Magic has spells that regulate cities, just like the reconnaissance barrier in London.

No wizard can cast spells at will without the permission of the Ministry of Magic, and casting spells in front of Muggles is strictly prohibited.

It is said that the Ministry of Magic in North America was established in 1963. Compared with the magic institutions in Europe that have been passed down for thousands of years, the Ministry of Magic in North America is an absolute "young man".

Merlin learned from books that the establishment of the North American Ministry of Magic originated from a bad disaster, that is, the tragic trial of the Salem witches that occurred in 1962.

That bad thing seriously damaged the image of North American wizards in the eyes of their European counterparts. During that time, North American wizards were even publicly called "barbarians of the New World", which annoyed the North American wizarding community.

But the Salem Witch Trial did reveal the disorderly reality of the North American wizarding world.

So at the call of some famous wizards at that time, the North American Ministry of Magic was established in the second year of the Salem Witch Trial.

Oh, the official name of the Ministry of Magic in North America should be called "Demon French Society".

This is to distinguish it from the European Ministry of Magic and show its independence.

And I heard that the first thing that happened after the establishment of the Demon France Society was to judge those who were cruel and extremely hostile to the wizards.

The Purge is a fallen wizard who hunts the same kind for his own selfish interests. It is a tragic death of more than 20 people and 200 people are forced to jail. The Salem Witch Trial case, which is the devastating thing about the extreme Purges.

And those black wizards who committed murder, trafficking of wizards, torture and other evil deeds were also executed in the following years.

It can be said that the North American Magic France would have a slightly barbaric style, which was established at that time.

Merlin knew the existence of the Magic France Society, and he also knew that in Carol's hometown of Massachusetts, there was the only magic school in North America, the Ifamoni Magic School.

But he didn't want to deal with the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic. After all, the last time he was in London, the process of dealing with the Aurors was not pleasant.

Merlin did not doubt Constantine's reminder to him.

Zhakang has a bad style, but such a bad bastard can be as good as a fish in Hell’s Kitchen, which proves Zhakang’s ability.

He has his own news channel, and since Zakang received the money, he would not cheat people on such things. In other words, Merlin's activity some time ago did make the Demon France target him.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, Merlin has committed almost all the taboos in the wizarding world.

He had an affair with the demon, used magic in front of Muggles, illegally made banned door keys, and worked for the Muggles government to collect information about magical creatures.

To be honest, if Merlin was really caught, according to what he did in the past, he would have been thrown into a magic prison for at least 20 years.

Zakang's reminder made Merlin make a decision, and for the next period of time, if necessary, he would no longer use magic.

At least not use magic in front of Muggles.

"Click"

With a light sound, the magazine filled with the sacred silver bullet was stuffed into the black Colt pistol. Merlin placed the pistol in the holster at his waist and looked out of the car window.

Beside him, Melinda also held a telescope and observed the warehouse hidden in the woods in the distance.

It was afternoon, the sun was about to set, and the entire block was covered in a gorgeous halo.

Under the gaze of three agents, in the past one hour, more than 20 dressed up streams, or tattooed guys entered the warehouse in front of him from all directions.

In Merlin's spiritual vision, he could clearly see the faint black magic that escaped from the warehouse.

That is indeed the dark magic from hell.

The news about Zhakang is true. This warehouse must be a stronghold similar to a cult group.

"They are gathering, which is very abnormal."

Melinda whispered:

"A secret group may be engaged in some illegal transactions, or illegal detention or "

"No, much more serious than those."

Merlin looked at the time and decided not to wait any longer.

He said to Melinda and Colson:

"I'll go in from the front, you two are guarding outside. Anyone runs out of it, don't hesitate and shoot!"

After saying that, Merlin opened the car door, buttoned the buttons of his casual suit, held the gun and walked towards the warehouse.

While Colson and Melinda were around, he did not use atomization, but politely reached out and knocked on the door in front of the warehouse.

“Aggressive”

Three light sounds, and after a moment, the door was opened.

A black man with strange Chinese characters tattooed on his neck stuck his head out and glanced at Meilin fiercely, saying:

“This is a private territory, get out of here!”

Merlin did not answer. He looked at the little gangster in front of him. There was a scarlet spot in the depths of his eyes. This meant that this guy had been exposed to the real dark magic and began to be infected.

The little gangster was so furious that he was seen by Mei Lin. He scolded him and was about to close the door.

But the next moment, his wrist was tightly held by Merlin.

"I want to participate in the party you are in there."

Merlin said softly.

The black cult wanted to resist, and Merlin waved his kick. With the explosion of brute force, the person in front of him, along with the iron gate, was kicked into the warehouse.

"Clang"

This loud bang interrupted the strange ceremony in the warehouse.

In front of Meilin, in the warehouse, more than 20 unreasonable guys were kneeling around a rough stone altar, muttering words.

On the floor beneath them, a mess of runes were drawn with some weird red liquid, and in front of the altar was a little lamb who had just been slaughtered.

These guys look like they are offering sacrifices, but their offerings are too bad.

Their sheep killing technique is very terrible, which makes the offering covered with disgusting blood. To be honest, if there was a devil looking at them, such a bad offering would definitely not win the favor of the devil.

"Blasphemer!"

Seeing his brother hit the ground, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and he was extremely miserable. The leader of the cult group, a bald man with a naked upper body, roared angrily. He grabbed the pistol at his hand and was about to fire, but Merlin was faster and more accurate than him.

"Bang"

The silver-white bullet flew out of the gun chamber and accurately interrupted the bald man's palm.

Because these people were eroded by the weak dark magic, the killing of the Holy Silver Bullet on them was higher than that of ordinary bullets.

In the screams of the bald man, smoke burst out from his flesh and blood on the broken palms. He roared and incited others to attack Meilin, and he rushed out of the warehouse while he took advantage of the chaos.

But the moment this guy rushed out of the warehouse, accompanied by a whisper, Melinda, who had been ambushing, kicked the panicked guy to the ground with a beautiful kick.

Melinda took a step forward and quickly handcuffed the guy's wrist.

But just when she thought the matter was over, she saw the bald man grinning at her, and a contemptuous smile on the evil and extremely ferocious face.

"Bang"

The bald man's skin showed a burst of scorching light like flames, easily breaking away the strong handcuffs. Seeing this, Melinda waved her punch and hit the guy in the face, but she couldn't make the other party look painful at all. The other fist she waved was accurately grasped by the cultist.

At this moment, Melinda felt her wrists were touched by red iron blocks. The pain of her skin being burned made her scream, and then she was pressed to the ground by the bald head. The cult raised her hand, and in his palm, the melted handcuffs were like daggers, and perhaps in the next moment, they would pierce Melinda's neck.

"Bang"

Another gunshot.

The ferocity of the bald man who was about to commit violence was frozen at this moment, and in his eyes, the light of life was quickly dissipating.

He looked at the young man holding a pistol in front of him in disbelief, then looked down at his chest, a sacred silver bullet pierced his heart, messing his heart up and ruining his last chance.

"Bang"

The body with a big hole in his chest was blown out and fell on the ground beside Melinda. The smelly blood mixed with strange smell splattered on the girl's face.

Melinda quickly broke free from the fast cooling fingers. She was helped up from the ground by Colson. A bloody wound appeared on Melinda's right wrist.

Her skin was burnt, and the unbearable pain made the strong and reckless girl look pale. Without Colson's support, she would probably not be able to stand up.

"Thank you, Colson."

Melinda, who was still stained with blood on her face, whispered.

"Nothing, nothing."

Colson, who had just shot and killed the thug, was still in a state of confusion after the first killing. This was not the first time he shot.

In Louisiana, he shot and injured a disguised Scolut.

But this time, a cultist was shot at close range, and the scene of blood splashing everywhere obviously had a stronger visual impact on him.

At the feet of the two people, the corpse that was emitting strange black smoke, meant that they had truly stepped into Merlin's world.

"Are you injured?"

One minute later, Merlin walked out of the warehouse without any injuries while tidying up her cuffs.

Behind him, more than 20 cultists who were knocked unconscious were lying there in a row. As for the altar that exuded dark magic, it had been completely destroyed by Merlin.

He looked at Melinda, who was sitting aside, pale-faced, and the body in front of him. He walked to Melinda, squatted down, and examined the terrible burns on his subordinate's wrist. He frowned and said:

"What's going on? Didn't I let you shoot when you see someone running out?"

"Sorry, sir."

Melinda, who was still stained with blood on her face, said guiltily:

"I thought I could capture him alive."

“It’s meaningless to capture alive.”

Merlin took out a small box from his pocket, and he motioned Colson to grab Melinda's arm, and he whispered to the two rookies:

"These people were infected by the magic of darkness, they were exposed to taboos that they could not understand and should not touch, their thinking had been distorted, in other words, they were already crazy."

"You can't get useful news from a lunatic. Hold on to the pain!"

Merlin said, then opened the box, took out a small vial, and carefully poured the amber liquid on Melinda's wound.

"Swish"

The liquid touched the wound and a faint white smoke rose.

Melinda gritted her teeth, but couldn't help but let out a cry of pain. Her other hand held Colson's wrist tightly, and the fingers were used to force it, Colson grinned in pain.

But the biting pain lasted only a few seconds, and then a comfortable coolness came.

Melinda lowered her head and saw that the terrifying burn wound on her wrist was no longer bleeding and was covered with a strange layer of liquid.

"this!"

Merlin put the small bottle filled with amber liquid in Melinda's hand, saying:

"I call it trauma medicine, it's a very useful gadget. Remember to apply it twice a day, and you will recover in about 5 days and don't get wet. Do you understand?"

"Um."

Melinda nodded.

Meilin stood up, took out his cell phone, called the nearby police station, and asked them to send someone to clean up the mess.

He looked down at the two embarrassed novices, shook his head and said:

"Now you know, what kind of trouble is my team dealing with?"

"This is different from all the situations you have encountered before, and I believe you may not be really prepared. So I will give you another chance to choose."

"If you can accept it, then work in the old place at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning. If you can't accept it, go and transfer to Hitville. I've already said hello to him. I'll be here today. I hope you can learn something."

"Colson, you send Melinda back."

"Um."

Colson nodded, and he helped Melinda leave the bloody warehouse.

Meilin watched the two subordinates leave until their figures disappeared, and only after they disappeared, Meilin took out something from his pocket. It was a strange badge, like iron, with the inverted pentagram on it.

He found this thing in the altar, and it was this thing that gave these third-rate gangsters the opportunity to get in touch with magic.

Most importantly, behind this badge, there is a name written in the devil's language

That's the person Merlin knew about.

"Damon. Hellstorm"

Merlin looked at the name, then turned his head to look in the direction of Wall Street, he put away the badge and said softly:
Chapter completed!