Operation Red Book

"Rumble--"

The thunder refused to stop, bargaining all over the sky.

The purple lightning split the dense dark clouds, striking out dazzling sparks like a flint.

The sound of rain washed the eaves, the ground, the tiles and roads, the vines and yellow flowers.

At the corner of Stair Alley, the Freesia Café had already closed. The rain washed the shop's windows and made a tapping sound on the glass chandelier outside the door.

It was the only light in the dark alley, like a lighthouse in the surging waves, or like a fish lantern in the turbulent sea.

Just looking closely, a human figure was reflected on the edge of the glass. Due to the visual effect of the curved surface, the human figure was stretched to be unusually tall.

"Ah... squeak... ah..."

The old iron nails swayed around in the baptism of wind and rain, making a lonely and helpless chorus.

The chorus is played for the main voice, which comes from Johns Newspaper Office on the second floor of the cafe.

"Uhhhhhhhh! I'm going to kill you!"

"Come on if you have the guts! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"You think I don't dare?"

"Then come!"

"I'm not going to waste my magic on someone who's angry with me over a man!"

"That's not even the point! For God's sake! Why are you making me remember you? I'm going to drink another whole bottle of 'Moonlight Goldfish'!"

"Ahhhhhhh! You crazy Irish bastard! Mad man!"

"You little Colombian bastard! Take your blood sausage and get out of London!"

Fierce quarrels, shrill roars... filled the entire rainy alley.

"Tsk..."

The figure frowned in dissatisfaction, his yellow vertical pupils full of complaints and disgust.

He walked sideways into the rain without any hesitation, letting the raindrops fall on his black robe.

In the rain, a huge black sickle floated from a distance, with white skulls surrounding the handle. Soon, it was tightly grasped in the palm of a figure's hand.

The man wore a blood-red diamond ring on his finger, and two hollow letters flashed on the silver ring - GH.

"What a troublesome woman..."

The cold voice, the calm tone... must be very familiar to Holmes.

Holmes sneezed loudly, sniffed his nose, and waved away the white mist in front of his eyes.

The black and white fog intertwined and filled the entire ward. The vision was somewhat obstructed and nothing could be seen clearly beyond three meters.

Two witches, one black and one white, floated in their respective thick fogs, their fangs bared and their hair standing straight up.

"ATOKA ABETA!"

Weird words came out of Beatrice's mouth, and as she chanted the spell, a beam of white light shot out from the wand and flew straight towards Bell.

Bell dodged sideways and raised his hands above his head.

"SONORABELA!"

There was no change in the room, and there was some doubt in Bell's red eyes.

"SONORABELA!"

"It's SONORATELA! You're a bookworm!"

"SONORATELA!"

"Shhhh-"

The magic immediately responded to the corrected spell, and several bottles of green potion quickly flew out of the black mist and smashed at Beatrice's feet.

Several bursts of green smoke rolled out from the puddles of green bubbling water and transformed into extremely ferocious beasts.

"hiss!"

The translucent green python hissed, and after a flash of afterimage, Beatrice's legs were tightly strangled.

"Roar!"

The green lion next to her was as big as half the room. It roared and swung its sandbag-sized fists towards Beatrice.

"TAKA WULAKA!"

A beam of white light slanted out, forming a lightsaber with a long tail in the air.

At this moment, the green gas and the white light intertwined and entangled with each other, and soon dissipated in the thick fog.

"Ah?"

Beatrice grinned and kicked the remaining translucent body at her feet.

"Is that all you can do? Bell Cruz... ugh!"

Before she could finish her words, a green antelope with long horns rammed Beatrice's waist.

She was caught off guard and couldn't dodge in time, and her right hand hit the hard horns.

The wand flew several meters away, landed heavily on the ground and rolled back several times.

"My wand!"

Beatrice was horrified and ignored Bell opposite her. She quickly turned around and flew in the direction where the wand fell.

"Can't lose it..."

Just as she was about to touch the edge of the wand, a white and tender hand emerged from the thick fog and snatched away the glowing wand.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

The witch gave a piercing scream and flew straight towards where the wand had disappeared.

Since it came from the underworld, it must be something very important. The man told her that he would only borrow it this time...

Although Beatrice intends to possess it for a long time, she has to hold the wand firmly in her hand before she can negotiate, right?

“Aaaaaah, damn it! It’s so annoying!”

Beatrice let out a roar, sweating profusely as she moved back and forth in the thick fog.

Before he knew it, the black fog retreated behind him, and the white fog engulfed the world around him.

By the time Beatrice reacted, Bell had quietly appeared behind her.

"Beatrice de Poppa..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Beatrice turned her head suddenly, and a red mist pushed away the white and instantly filled her entire field of vision.

Then, her limbs were tied tightly and a cool liquid poured into Beatrice's mouth.

Magic power surged out like a tide, her whole body stiffened, and she fell heavily to the ground.

The white mist dissipated, and the vision finally became clear...

Beatrice's whole body was tied tightly, and the ropes cast a spell, so she had no way to escape.

The others gathered around, and standing on the far right was Ivy, her face full of curiosity as she carefully played with the wand in her hand.

Beatrice stared at the wand, her voice full of disdain and arrogance.

"Steal my wand? Do you know who gave it to me? I'll scare you to death if I tell you!"

"GH, right?" Moriarty replied lazily, crossing his arms.

"How do you know?" Beatrice's eyes became much clearer.

"Let me tell you! We have fought with GH countless times!" Holmes said proudly.

"That old waxy guy... that's the vampire Joshua almost sent to see God!"

"And that old yellow-haired rooster with the Grim Reaper's sickle! I tell you, every time he sees me, his legs start to tremble and he goes back to his mother crying!"

"Oh?"

Beatrice suddenly smiled with relief, and she stared at Holmes with interest, her eyes as charming as silk.

"is it?"

"Of course! Do you think I'm bragging? When Jacob and I fought him together, we were invincible! If Jacob hadn't held me back, I would have..."

"I would have skinned you a long time ago and thrown you into a formalin bath filled with experimental corpses..."

A spooky baritone voice came from behind.

There was a loud thunder, and the mixture of the two was chilling.

"Arnold!" Beatrice's eyes lit up. "I knew you would come!"

"Shut up."

Arnold replied calmly, scanning the area with his cunning yellow vertical pupils, his gaze finally resting on the wand in Ivy's hand.

"You can do whatever you want with this woman, but please return the wand to me."

"What? Arnold! You can't do this!"

Arnold ignored Beatrice's shouting. He slowly extended his hand towards Ivy, his eyes lighting up with a dangerous light.

Ivy didn't say anything. She stared at the Grim Reaper in front of her and remained in a stalemate with him for several minutes.

"Fine……"

When the thunderstorm subsided a little, Ivy sighed heavily.

She walked forward step by step, and at the same time, her hand holding the wand slowly stretched forward.

Arnold curled the corners of his mouth, with a very intriguing expression.

"and many more."

When they were three steps apart, Ivy suddenly stopped.

"I will give you the wand, but you have to answer a few questions first."

Arnold's expression became obviously unhappy. He raised his chin and his eyes were full of disgust.

"I can cut you in half in one second..."

"The witch is in our hands. The rope is magical. You may not be able to take her away easily."

"I said, you can do whatever you want with her..."

"It's just that you don't like her. I can see that she is an excellent witch. It's impossible for the superiors to give up such a talent."

"You have to take her away. This is your mission, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Beatrice was somewhat moved. She swallowed and held her breath.

"What if I kill all of you?"

"There are six of us standing together, little Death..."