All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 222 New York under the Law

When Tony proposed to follow Linde and them to explore all over the universe, Linde was puzzled.

"If you leave Earth, who will run Stark Industries?"

"Of course Obadiah, my uncle, you know him."

Linde raised his eyebrows in surprise. It seemed that Obadiah, the villain, had not shown a sinister face for a long time, and Tony believed him as always.

Tony narrowed his eyes, "You seem to hate that name?"

"It's just divination that you will break with him. My divination has always been accurate. You have to be careful of being bitten by Obadiah. The snakes lurking around are often the most poisonous."

"You also think Obadiah is not a good person?"

"Who else thinks Obadiah has ulterior motives besides me?"

"My assistant." Tony took a sip of the bitter black coffee uneasily, "She claimed that Obadiah planned my kidnapping, but she couldn't provide evidence because there was a lot of trouble between us about this matter. "

Linde picked up the coffee and smelled it, then put it back calmly. This thing is the legendary cat poop coffee, which is deadly. He smelled something strange.

"If Ms. Pepper Potts is not a person seeking fame and fortune, then her words must be true. You need to investigate Obadiah privately."

Tony nodded thoughtfully, "I plan to go back and settle accounts with the terrorists who kidnapped me. If my uncle colludes with them, it will definitely show his feet. Are you interested in coming together? I have prepared a set of tactics for you too." First."

Linde looked at the sky, "Forget it, I'm going back to New York to do something. If it goes well, after I resurrect Galactus, I can come back to visit you by the way, and wait for the spaceship to be completed."

Galli on the sofa suddenly turned her head when she heard this, "Who will be resurrected?" She stared at Linde blankly.

"Uh, your father." Lind then remembered that Gali didn't even know about this incident. She spent all her time eating, drinking and having fun in Asgard, and no one reminded her of the whereabouts of Galactus. Gali I thought my father was just beaten away.

"My dad is dead?!"

Gali screamed, and the blast of energy dissipated due to emotion blew up the living room, and all the fragile objects were blown apart. Tony and Linde ducked under the counter to avoid the flying glass shards.

Tony looked around, especially when he saw that the cabinet of fine wine he had collected was completely wiped out. Even with his wealth of more than 100 million, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

Linde waved his hand: "[repair as before]."

In the living room, it was as if time was turned back and everything returned to its original state.

"Hey, can I learn this trick?"

"Ask Mage Gu Yi. She has a time gem in her hand, and you can learn this trick when you get it."

Gali was sobbing on the sofa, and Yermungard shook her head, trying to amuse her mother.

"Yes, did you kill him?" Jiali stared at Linde sadly.

"No." Linde raised his hand in surrender, "Your father is very good at playing with the wind, he stopped the fight as soon as he saw that I couldn't beat me. I ate up His Excellency Swallowing Star in one bite."

Galli was so angry that her hair exploded into a lion's mane, she grabbed Jormungandr's neck and shook it violently, "Spit out your grandpa! Spit out! Bad Alita!"

Yemengard muttered: "Grandpa is delicious, I want to eat more grandpa..."

Tony was horrified when he heard that, and he couldn't laugh or cry, "Lin, isn't the relationship between this family a bit strange?"

"This incident tells us not to let children have great power. If they are not careful, they will destroy the world."

"Ha, isn't the White House a living example?" Tony laughed at himself humorously, "Well, it seems that your troubles are more serious than mine, so I won't keep you as a guest."

Linde reassured Gali that when he returned to Stan's house, he would be able to fill the Creation Pen with ink, and then he could resurrect the old unfortunate Galax.

Galli was still a little angry, "Lin, please lend me your pen when the time comes. I want to draw a chain to tie Alita up."

Jörmungandr rolled in her arms and begged for mercy, but it was clear that he could not get away with it.

Through the portal, Lind returned to New York. It was still dark on the west coast and almost noon on the east coast.

The sky was bright and the golden trees were swaying in their glory.

The sight in front of him felt strange to Linde.

The streets are extremely neat. People greet each other when they meet. Bored police officers sit on the side of the road chatting. A huge statue of a dove made of guns is erected in the square. There are no pickpockets, vagabonds and robbers, no disturbing street music, no graffiti and small advertisements.

The radio host praised cheerfully that in the past month, the crime rate in New York has been close to zero, let alone the United States. This is a great miracle in the world.

The campus is in order, the church business is booming, hospitals, companies and city halls have become more humane. The police station can simply be closed down. Chief George, who was famous nationwide for solving serious underground gang cases, pretended to be He expressed distress that his police officers had nothing to do but ate donuts all day long and turned themselves into three-hundred-pound fat pigs.

When reporters asked Sheriff George if he thought this was a bad thing.

His answer was: "On the contrary, I think New York now is a country of moralists. Police officers don't have to be nervous when going out, and relatives no longer worry about our personal safety. The relationship between citizens and police officers is also closer, and everything Everything is developing in a good direction.”

As lunch time approached, a group of people were carrying baskets and distributing bread along the street. They were strong, with fleshy faces, wearing linen monastic robes, hoods, and hemp shoes, just like monks in a medieval monastery.

They speak fragrantly and speak fiercely, but they do things unambiguously. They carried the old lady across the road, snatched back lollipops for elementary school students, helped residents clear the sewer, and climbed onto the roof to rescue the trapped kitten. A group of loving muscle Jesus.

The leader is huge like a brown bear, and many people affectionately call him "Pastor Wilson."

He humbly bowed his head and said to the passers-by: "Please taste the bread, may the Lord forgive your sins and mine."

"The Lord forgives you." If a person passing by accepts the bread, he will reply like this. Every time he gets a word of relief, there will be a little more smile on the person's face.

When Pastor Wilson walked up to Lind, the tall man still lowered his head humbly and said, "Please taste the bread."

Galli and Jormungandr couldn't help but stretched out their hands, took the bread and ate it.

The pastor didn't wait for the words "Lord forgive you." He couldn't help but raise his head in confusion.

When he saw the young wizard in front of him, he couldn't help but fell to the ground in fright, and the bread in the basket spilled on the floor.

"Ah! It's you!"

This person is none other than Jin Bing. I haven’t seen him for a while. The underworld emperor has lost a lot of weight. His cheeks are sunken and his beard is scrawled. He looks like a patient who has experienced a serious illness and has been tortured to the bone. There is a burning desire for power in his eyes. The fire had dimmed, replaced by a strange tranquility.

The surrounding monks suddenly changed their expressions, shouted "Brother!", and surrounded Linde. They all showed unkind expressions and shouted "Watch the move!"

Afterwards, the group of people pulled off their robes, revealing a body of tendons, some black and some white, with tattoos all over their bodies. They were basically a group of gangsters. They began to make bodybuilding postures and kept shouting with amazing momentum.

Ordinary citizens would be frightened to see such a scene, and they would apologize and beg for mercy in a hurry. This is called subduing the enemy without fighting.

Jin Bing raised his hand to stop these embarrassing subordinates, "That's enough, leave me alone and go."

"Brother!" x99

"Huh?" Jin Bin put on a straight face, "I didn't hear it, or are you deaf?"

The reformed gangsters left angrily and did not forget to threaten Linde.

"Long time no see, Mr. Kingpin." Lin De nodded in greeting, "I'm very happy to see you are doing well."

"This day has come so early." Kingpin calmed down, knelt on the ground, and looked up at Lind, like a giant monk looking up at a statue of God. "You are here to judge me, right?"