Campbell is an important leader of the underground gang "Angelica" in London that specializes in selling narcotics such as marijuana. Although it is called this cool name, this gang is only at the midstream level among the gangs selling narcotics in London or England. Generally speaking, they wholesale marijuana and other narcotics from the mainland to the mainland to Eastern Europe, and then scattered them on their own territory to retail groups for them to sell. However, their shipping channels have been hit by a large number of high-quality and low-priced cannabis.

Campbell was launched to contact this mysterious new organization. A few months ago, they negotiated a business. The Angel of Death was all in the organization's supply at a price slightly lower than the wholesale price in the mainland, and the organization promised not to intervene in the wholesale and retail area. However, the gang leader is very interested in the organization's marijuana channels. This stable and high-quality marijuana supply channel is the best if it is in its own hands?

They launched several tentative stalking and raids using some small gangs, but there was no result for the time being...

At Malfoy Manor, Zambini bent down and said a few words softly in Draco Malfoy's ear sitting on the sofa chair. Draco's platinum blond hair trembled slightly, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Draco. He has obtained some evidence by searching for the gods."

"Okay. Give them an unforgettable lesson! Muggles…..."

But these little wizards were still a little tender. Before they took action, the marijuana warehouse that had not been covered up was raided. Under several agents of the Malfoy family in the Muggle World, these people did not know that Malfoy was a wizard nobleman, and was shot to death in the warehouse, and the packaged marijuana was looted. These little wizards had never killed anyone at all. They showed a look of fear and fought with the watermelon knife that could not kill people. It was completely different from killing a person with any weapon, including a magic wand. Even if he was a Muggle, the little wizards even had the idea of ​​retreating, "Draco, we have already obtained a lot of money. We can stop."

Draco's answer to this was to let the little wizard get out of his study directly, and then he walked into the room by himself, took a few guns that were obviously from the Muggle world, and threw them to his two tall followers. "Let's go! Let's go out!"

The broom brought three people to Campbell's door, "Invisible Curse!" Draco pushed open the door and walked into the room with his followers. When Campbell didn't know what was going on, he used the Chicago typewriter in his hand to send half of the bullet in the drum into Campbell's body. Draco's face was distorted, and his tone changed: "Let's go to the next one!"

The two men with Ban Crab and Gole didn't even dare to look at Malfoy's faces. This was the first time in their lives that they saw a man being beaten into meat sauce by Muggle's weapons in front of them. They also felt the cruelty of Muggle's weapons for the first time...

Draco became so tall and so cruel in the eyes of these two fools, and they were now determined to work hard for Draco Malfoy if they didn't want to die under the weapons of Muggles.

In the next few times, they gave the title of a pure-blooded wizard noble family. They soon got used to this kind of thing just a lowly muggle, and the nobles were not afraid of bleeding.

Scotland Yard was once again in a state of great trouble. Their leaders were almost killed in one day by others, and most of them were shot to death, and several people were even carried to the wall and executed.

"Muggle's weapons far exceed the magic spell of the wizard... At least if we recite the Avadasauri spell, first of all, there is not enough magic and hatred. Secondly, it is likely to be monitored by the Ministry of Magic. We are likely to go to Azkaban Prison. Although this prison is similar to a sieve now... But we used Muggle's weapons. The Ministry of Magic could not monitor us at all, and the Muggle police could not detect our whereabouts." Malfoy said to the two followers in the room.

At this time, the door opened. Several big men of the grade walked in one after another, bent down and kissed the dragon-shaped ring on Draco's hand with a very respectful attitude, "Our Don Draco Malfoy..." They learned about Draco's behavior from Crabbe and Goll...

Harry Potter did not win the title of "Don" like Malfoy, and it would take some time for him to win the title. But he also won the reputation in the fight against the motorcycle gangs in the Manchester area. Manchester is a huge market for marijuana in the lion court, but the gang here is very xenophobic, and the local motorcycle gang that controls the road is the mainstay. Harry led Wesley, his companions in the same grade and his younger brothers who had just advanced to the second grade use their wizards to mobility and hide.

Absolute advantages in intelligence capabilities, and implemented a group fight tactic on the backbone of the motorcycle gang. The disguised slashing sword and the undead stick are beaten into coma. There are several leaders who are beaten into coma every day. The Lion Court has entered the local forces with violence and won over some small gangs to buy them bulk. Out of the remnants of friendship, Hermione also helped Harry come up with several ideas. Any gang that stops hostile can also get a share of the pie and get high-quality sources of goods from the Lion Court...

The strength of the four halls is growing rapidly.

Favnier saw everything in his eyes. In the projections in front of him, several disguised wizards played with skillful attitudes and conversations to negotiate with local bulk gangs, pointing bags of goods to different gangs. In other scenes, the inspectors skillfully rolled up marijuana cigarettes and smoked to check the quality of the goods. In their obsessed expressions, the wizards were facing money, while the muggles were facing blue smoke. The sound of the Favnier Castle was the California Hotel of the Eagles: "On the dark and desolate highway, the cool breeze blew away my

Hair. Ritas' warm breath rose in the air. He looked up and looked into the distance, and the lights flashed slightly. My mind became heavier. My vision became blurry. I had to stop and find a place to spend the night. And she stood by the porch. I heard the bells echoing in my ears. In my heart, I thought in my heart, 'Hell and heaven are only a matter of a thought.' She lit a candle and led the way ahead. The deep corridors echoed. I vaguely heard them singing...'Welcome to the California Hotel, what a lovely place, such a beautiful face.' California Hotel has enough rooms, a year

You can live here no matter when and when the seasons are all seasons. Her heart is twisted by jewelry. She whistles in a Mercedes-Benz. She is accompanied by handsome men. She calls them friends. In the courtyard they dance and sweat. Some people are graceful for memories, while others are graceful for forgetting. So I called the foreman and asked me to give me some wine. He said, since 1969, we have no supply. Those sounds still come from afar. In the middle of the night, you can only hear them telling. Welcome to the hotel in California, such a lovely place and such a beautiful face. They are in California

The hotel is indulging in a carnival, sweating. This wonderful surprise gives you the reason for the fall. The mirror is embedded in the ceiling, and the pink champagne is soaked in ice. She said, 'We are all prisoners here, and we are debtors for ourselves.' In the big room of the main hall, people raised the fire of carnival, and they slashed with steel knives, but they could not kill the demons in their hearts. The only thing I remember in the end was that I ran desperately towards the gate, and I had to find my way back to my original place. However, the gatekeeper said, relax, we are born tempted. You can end at any time, but you can never get rid of it."

The guy was half lying on the rocking chair, shaking a glass of rum in his hand, and a complacent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. In the new picture, the ugly Voldemort sat on the plated snake, waving the wand in his hand, while the Death Eaters who covered the face below still surrounded and looked at their king. "Is the brotherhood of the Middle Ages...I'm looking forward to it."

PS There are double updates today!
Chapter completed!