The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts ~

"Where am I?"

There was a pungent smell mixed with the smell of rust in the air, which was the smell of disinfectant.

As for the smell of rust, uh, everyone should know what it smells like.

"It's 5pm now, Dr. Herzog. I think you should pack your things now and go to the auditorium in the port to give a gothic speech to the unlucky people's loyalty to this dying nation . Then get ready to run for your life on the Lenin with me at night. Instead of wasting your precious time doing pontine split surgery on a new kid!”

what's the situation? ? Zhang Qi's face was buried under the iron ring of the operating table, and he could not see the surrounding environment clearly at this time. But what can be confirmed is that his life is in the hands of these two people who are speaking Russian.

Yes, in his last life, the foreign language Zhang Qi chose was Russian, which caused a lot of trouble for him to apply for the public security academy. .

However, he still successfully passed the entrance examination, and in the third grade, he successfully passed the entrance examination of the security agency and became a member of the secret front.

Then during a summer vacation, when he was going to buy a bottle of soy sauce at the convenience store opposite his home with the first three books of Harry Potter and the Dragon Clan he had just bought online, he accidentally saw two foreigners sneaking around. to touch the canal.

Across the river was a military airfield. Zhang Qi returned fire in time, knocking the man down with one shot. The sound of gunfire attracted the armed police who were carrying out explosion-proof patrols not far away. But even if he was sent to the hospital in time by the armed police, he unfortunately died because of his serious injuries.

Then he got another chance. Of course, we don't know whether Zhang Qi is willing or not.

Because in this life he realized that the scenes he had seen in his previous life were all small scenes. Compared with what I have encountered now, it is not worth mentioning at all.

As the owner of the French Zirore company and the daughter of an ex-Saint, Hekmedia will encounter an assassination every 4 months on average, both from ordinary people and from the magical world.

For example, when Zhang Qi was typing quietly, a grenade would suddenly fly in outside the window. Do you think it was scary?

So don't always ask authors to code, it's not easy for people to code.

Unable to stand this stimulating environment, Zhang Qi had to move to the Chinese Embassy in France. After all, those assassins are no more than killers no matter how capable they are, and they are not terrorists. If you directly act on one of the five constants, you probably still don't have the guts.

Moreover, Zhang Qi's grandfather, Zhang Yan, was indeed famous. He was Boss Dai's student back then. After he abandoned the case and surrendered, he was instructed to be in charge of the formation and training of the fifth espionage column of the Central Special Branch. In the 1950s, he directed the hunt for the traitor for thousands of miles. Zhang Yan used the **** corpse of the traitor lying in the New York Times Hotel to prove to the world that even if you escaped to the other side of the earth, the iron fist of the people will still find you, and then smash you to pieces.

So since he moved to the Chinese Calligraphy Embassy, ​​Zhang Qi's life has been much more stable, at least he doesn't have to worry about not seeing the sun tomorrow.

"Young people, don't be so impatient, Comrade Bondarev." Zhang Qi, who was playing dead, heard the man standing next to him put down the scalpel in his hand. The knife hit the enamel tray with a crisp sound.

"Even if I will have a warmer laboratory in the Baltic Sea in the future, things like pontine split surgery will still be done. After all, these children with perfect dragon genes are not as docile as they seem." The voice looked very old. , Zhang Qi estimated that he should be in his 70s.

"Are you going to take that child named Retana?" The man called Bondarev sounded like he was very young, about twenty-five or six years old, but his words revealed that he did not belong to his age confidence and maturity.

"I like that girl very much, she is like the only sunshine in this **** icefield~www.mtlnovel.com~ Zhang Qi heard Herzog pick up a glass bottle, maybe a wine bottle, and put the liquid inside into some kind of container.

"Want a drink? The special ice wine glass is placed in the research room below. I didn't bring it up. Let's make do with an ordinary glass first."

"The only sunlight on the ice field can give people warmth." Herzog said after swallowing the liquid. "But aren't we leaving this **** arctic wasteland soon? Gold is valuable, but if it were all over the place, it would be as worthless as roadside shit." .

"The warm Switzerland never lacks sunshine." Zhang Qi heard Bondarev pour another glass of vodka, and the sound of swallowing made his scalp tingle.

Maozi's stomach has a magical structure, which is common knowledge of the people of the world.

"Since you can't wait any longer, let's go." Herzog changed into his military uniform and pinned a glittering Lenin Medal to his chest.

"Then what should the child do?"

"I'll let him stay here. The dose of anesthetic I injected into him was enough to let him die painlessly in that feast of death in the middle of the night."

The sound of leather boots hitting the floor gradually faded away, Zhang Qi slowly raised his head, slowly climbed down from the operating table, and took the scalpel that the two of them had just dropped in his hand.

"Black Swan Harbor"?

"These two people are afraid that they can't think that the child who was injected with hallucinogen and had a mental breakdown is the real king." . . . . . .

It's 5:00 pm, less than seven hours before the vacuum bomb explodes at exactly 12:00.

Zhang Qi. must escape.

Chapter end