socalfunplaces Chapter 212 Arrest
Chapter 212 Arrest
"In the future, please stay away from those stray animals. They usually have fleas on their bodies. If they are infected, it will be difficult to cure them."
Zhang Qi briefly reminded Harry.
Zhang Qi doesn't expect Harry to really listen to his words now, as long as this reckless man can listen.
"Ah, okay".
Harry replied casually.
It can be seen that he is not really interested.
"If you don't listen to me, you will cry in the future"...
Zhang Qi curled his lips and thought to himself.
Harry is a good kid - he is righteous, has a sense of justice, and will move strongly towards his goals.
But it's just not good at all.
This guy is really too reckless.
When the first graders faced the remnant Voldemort, they just rushed over.
When faced with the basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets in the second grade, he just walked past it.
In the third grade, when faced with a crazed murderer (at least at that time, Sirius had not been cleared of his grievances), he just rushed over.
Forced to compete in a tournament in fourth grade and then face off against Voldemort in a graveyard?
I also passed the fourth grade by being reckless.
Not to mention the grades 5, 6, and 7, Zhang Qi even seriously suspected that Harry didn't die in those battles just because he had the halo of the protagonist.
You ask me why Harry doesn't use his brain?
Sorry, Harry didn't have this thing at all until the second half of the final battle.
And it was Lao Deng who finally killed Voldemort. Harry just completed Dumbledore's plan.
"I've almost made all the preparations, I just hope I don't get into any trouble."
Zhang Qi clenched his fists. At this time, he was still worried about his life safety next year.
Since last Christmas, Zhang Qi has been dealing with those disgusting undead spirits.
The Inferi that I first met in Salazar's Slytherin Chamber of Secrets was already considered good.
The most disgusting things were probably the abomination encountered in the Western Suburbs Meat Factory, and the blood evil sealed in the tantric monk's staff.
Is he still a psychic?Why do I encounter these disgusting things wherever I go...
"By the way, how does your uncle treat you now?"
Zhang Qi suddenly asked.
"Well, after you argued with him last time, my aunt and uncle treated me a lot better. Now I live in the same room with my cousin."
Harry thought for a moment and then continued:
"But I want to ask, what did you and my uncle talk about at that time?"
"Ah, we didn't talk about anything. I just told your uncle that it is wrong to abuse children."
Zhang Qi said vaguely.
"Come on, I don't believe my uncle can listen to others reason with him"...
Harry muttered something in obvious disbelief, but didn't ask any more questions.
Zhang Qi can't tell Harry that I held a gun to your uncle's head.If you dare to treat your nephew badly again, I will blow your and your wife’s heads with magnum, and then turn around and sell your son to South America to dig mines for the rest of his life...
A harmonious society cannot do this.
The two walked around and chatted, and soon bought everything.
"See you at the beginning of school."
Harry hugged Zhang Qi reluctantly.
"It's only a few days anyway, so just stay here and live well. The Ministry of Magic will pay for the room anyway."
Zhang Qi shrugged his shoulders and said half-jokingly.
"Then see you in a few days."
Zhang Qi said goodbye to Harry, and then dragged his suitcase for books out of the bar door.
"Huh? Where did that dog go? It obviously lies here sleeping at this time every afternoon"...
After Zhang Qi left, Harry dug out the dog food he bought at the pet store from his luggage, planning to go out and feed the black dog as usual.
But this time, Harry didn't see the very smart big black dog on the doorstep.
"I guess I ran away today and went to play"?
Harry scratched his head and didn't take it seriously.
After all, this is a stray dog, and he may be wandering around now.
"Lille, is the World Serpent in France now?"
Two streets away, Zhang Qi dialed a number using the satellite phone he carried with him.
"Did you go to Africa with my mother? Then please coordinate with the airline. I want to charter a flight... all the flight attendants on the plane will be ours. The one who has been with my mother the longest."
"Is it 8pm? Okay".
Zhang Qi hung up the phone.
"Half a box of gold was smashed out"...
Zhang Qi murmured to himself.
…………
Let's go back in time to yesterday.
"Where am I?"
The man with unshaven beard and disheveled hair slowly woke up.
He tried to lift his hands, but due to the effects of the medicine and the shackles, he couldn't.
"Don't try too hard, you can't get away."
The woman sitting at the table said calmly.
"Who are you? Why are you catching me?"
The sloppy man finally realized at this moment that he had been caught, so he roared angrily.
"Don't be nervous, Mr. Fugitive, since we will arrest you, we will definitely have a reason to arrest you."
The woman continued unhurriedly:
"You are a fugitive wanted by the UK for a bombing. It's a pity that the rotten and incompetent London police are not capable of catching you. What's even more pity is - someone paid us a big price to catch you."
"I didn't do that explosion"!
The man yelled angrily.
"I'll save these words for my employer. Oh, by the way, 47, please tell him to be quiet. It's very late now, and it will disturb others."
The woman said softly.
"state"!
A burly, bald man immediately pulled out the silenced pistol in his arms and hit the sloppy man on the back of the head with the handle.
The slovenly man who looked like he had been malnourished for a long time fainted on the spot.
"The information provided by the employer was very accurate. The target was indeed hungry for a long time, so I spent some money to set up a hot dog stand and wrote a charity slogan on it."
"After distributing food to the homeless people for a few days, the target soon appeared. I put sleeping pills in his food as planned, and finally captured him without any effort."
The bald man continued expressionlessly:
"Then I brought the person back."
"Well done, 47. The employer has given me a lot of money this time. We should be able to rest for a while."
The young woman who looked about 26 years old nodded.
"Then according to the agreement between me and my employer, I will write a letter now, and I should be able to officially hand it over tomorrow."