Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 78 I don't want to make trouble
The convoy drove to a remote and uninhabited area and did not stop until late at night.

"Take a rest here, Mr. Riddle, and then the minivan will take all the cargo and send it to England, France, Germany, Italy—that's too much for one country to digest."

Purkis looked relieved that they were in a safe place.

Voldemort nodded, his eyes swept over the soldiers who were carrying the goods, and the small passenger planes that were constantly taking off and landing not far away.

"Well done, Pokiss, you will be rewarded as you deserve," said Voldemort.

"It is my honor to be appreciated by you."

He said, following Voldemort's gaze, he looked towards a place with flickering lights not far away, "It's a village, sir. We need manpower, so we chose this place."

"No trouble?" Voldemort asked.

"No, sir. These things cannot be put on the bright side. Those people will wipe our ass for us, because if something happens, they will be in more trouble."

After saying this, he cautiously approached Voldemort's ear and whispered.

"I learned from Shashulin that they have taken away more than 400 tons, and we only took one-fifth of it, but they took more."

Voldemort nodded. In his memory, those people ended up taking away seven or eight hundred tons, or even more. In short, they were more afraid of being exposed.

"I guess there won't be a next time, right?" Voldemort asked Porches.

"Yes, sir." Pokiss regretted, "This time we moved too much, and it is very likely that they will not dare to do it again. After all, there are too many tails left this time..."

Voldemort nodded, but he had no regrets in his heart.

This country has begun to disintegrate, and the benefits I have reaped from it are more than this robbery, so there is nothing to regret.

What's more, gold worth [-] billion pounds was snatched in two days. This speed may not be comparable to that of the Pirates of the Caribbean back then.

"Okay, take care of the money, don't worry, just clean it up," Voldemort said.

Bokis nodded immediately, and said as if claiming credit: "The path has been found. Those top leagues are the best way to clean up these things. Sir, everything has been discussed."

Voldemort froze for a moment, and he opened his mouth to say something - refuse, let the football clean up - but he couldn't speak as if there was a fishbone stuck in his throat.

"Sir, do you have any requests?" Pokis asked cautiously, fearing that what he had done was wrong.

"No, Pokiss, no, it's just... I want Manchester United, you know." Voldemort lowered his head, and he chose to remain silent after all, making his faith dirty.

"Oh, yes, sir, I have started negotiations with Edwards, he is interested, but Manchester United has been listed, and at the end of May this year, he himself only has 17.2% of the shares..."

"Get to the point, Pokiss, don't let these trivialities bother me." Voldemort waved his hand impatiently.

"Okay, sir, I mean the stock market is a problem, and I'm fixing that."

Bokis was silent for a while, and said, "This may require your help, use your persuasive ability to influence Edwards, if he fully supports..."

"I'm not going to do that, Pokiss, Manchester United has to be clean, I need it, it's important to me."

Voldemort was silent again, and said, "If it doesn't work, add a clause to the contract. Within ten years, invest no less than... 2000 million in Manchester United every year, and it can be increased later."

Bokis' eyes widened in surprise. He felt that his boss's proposal was too exaggerated. The highest transfer fee in the past two years was only more than 1000 million, less than [-].

If so, wouldn't Manchester United become the richest club in football?

Just as he was surprised, a soldier came not far away, followed by a girl, which made Voldemort frown.

"Boss." The soldier said to Pokiss, "This person is asking for help. She is from a village not far away."

"I'm not." The girl took off her hood, showing her swollen face, "I was tricked by them, and they also cheated a lot of women, all of them..."

"Stop talking." Voldemort said, his voice was a little cold, "Let her go, soldier, our mission is not to save the world."

The soldier opened his mouth and looked at Bokis again. Seeing that he didn't make a statement, he sighed helplessly and was about to pull the woman away.

"You can't do this." The girl sat down on the ground and asked, completely ignoring the coldness of the ice and snow on the ground, "You have guns, and you are strong enough, save us, our family will give..."

"Let him go," said Voldemort furiously. "I don't want to cause trouble, soldier. It's more important to complete the task."

He really didn't want to make trouble. If they took action, the situation would definitely develop in a more serious direction. Instead of doing this, he might as well help these girls in the future—it's not convenient at this time.

"Let her go..." Bokis felt Voldemort's anger, but before he could finish speaking, there was a muffled sound in the distance.

"Boom."

It was the sound of shotguns, which instantly alerted the entire team. Everyone stopped working and took out their guns.

"calm."

Voldemort had to stand up and speak, and walked towards the place where the gunshots sounded, where a group of people stood with more guns in their hands.

"You want her, right? Give it back to you."

Voldemort signaled to the soldier, and the soldier hurriedly pushed the man out, but the girl kept coming back, shouting: "They will kill me, save me, please..."

"Boom."

The gunshot rang out again, the girl's legs were broken directly, and a shotgun bounced to Voldemort's feet, but he frowned and said nothing.

"Do your own thing and leave ours alone."

The villagers roared and came forward, grabbed the girl by the hair, and dragged her away despite her crying and pleading.

On the snow, a long bloodstain was left, staining the white snow, and emitting a strange light under the illumination of the incandescent lamp.

Voldemort stared blankly at the blood on the ground, feeling quite uncomfortable.

Such things happen in every country. Human beings are never as benevolent as they imagined, whether it is towards the alien or the same kind.

"call."

Breathing out a breath of cold air, Voldemort waved his hands to get everyone busy. He walked to the car not far away and found a cup of hot chocolate—he seriously suspected that he was spoiled by Lao Deng and started to like sweets.

"Sir..." Pokis, who followed, spoke, but Voldemort didn't give him a chance.

"Quiet." He said a little annoyed, "I don't want to make trouble."

Bokis nodded, but only looked into the distance from time to time, which was the direction of the village.

"People are always like that."

Voldemort spoke suddenly, with a low voice, "Plunder, plunder, from nothing to something, from something to more, from more to all..."

Pokiss picked up the hot chocolate and put it to his mouth, looked at his boss in astonishment, not understanding what he meant.

"boss……"

"It's nothing, I just feel uncomfortable."

Voldemort raised his head, looked at Pokiss, and asked a strange question, "The girl just now, if she wasn't injured, should be pretty, right?"

"Uh...it should be good."

"He's in good shape, too, isn't he?"

"Maybe, but it's too cold and she's wearing..."

"That doesn't matter, it's a girl, isn't it? But she's disabled now, damn it, at first, I just wanted to change my situation, sure enough, people are greedy..."

He said angrily, opened the car door, and stepped into the snow.

　Greedy, greedy, at first, I just wanted a referral ticket, but you guys gave me more, I...  

　　


(End of this chapter)