Chapter 989: a father

The city's main government was brightly lit, and the staff walked quickly and seriously.
"The city owner, this is the fifth letter." An official walked into the meeting room and offered a letter.
The conference room is full of people, there are officials from the main department of the city, and there are also people in the gray temple. The look is very dignified and angry.
Their eyes fell on the letter. In front of Michael, the same four letters were already placed. Because of the four letters, they were woken up from their sleep and then rushed to the city government.
This is a rare five-level event.
Michael looked heavy and tore open the envelope of the fifth letter. A staff member hurried into the door and said loudly: "The city owner, the fourth team returned the news and found 51 children who were abducted, and 23 suspected traffickers. The four teams were all killed before they arrived! The children present, except for a few who had just been sent to the dens, all had different degrees of disability. According to the children, the one who saved them was a black man with only one person.

"There are more than fifty children!"
Everyone in the conference room has a slight change in face, and anger has been somewhat difficult to suppress.
Less than an hour later, the city government received four letters. There were four addresses on the letter. When the people in the city’s main government arrived, there was no place for the traffickers. There were more than one hundred children.
The mania of these traffickers is horrifying!
What they do to the children is even more reluctant to frustrate them.
"Who is that black man?"
The crowd also became curious about the black man who caused the incident. He completely dominated the incident today, and even the city government can only be regarded as a supporting role in the clearance.
He knows how to spot those people who are hiding in slums and deep alleys, and always kills all the traffickers before the people of the Grey Temple arrive.
Michael calmed his face and pulled out the fifth letter. The letter also had only one address, and one sentence: "The dealership, take the children away."
"The fifth squad is ordered to leave. All the staff of the city government and the Grey Temple are closed. All the medical staff and the magician who will treat the magic will be notified to the city government to stand by, take the children back, and make every effort to give them. Provide treatment." Michael handed the envelope to the secretary-general, Shen Shen.
"Yes." The Secretary-General turned and walked away.
Michael turned to the official who was present and shook his head. "I am very disappointed. So many children are treated so cruelly under your eyes, but over the years, you have been able to turn a blind eye and not hear it? If not Today, this letter was sent to the city government letter. Do you still think that you have made the city of harmony and peace settled?"
The officials were silent and hung down.
"The city owner, this is the dereliction of duty of the Grey Temple." An official of the Grey Temple stood up and said shyly.
"No, this is the dereliction of duty of the city's main house and the gray temple." Michael shook his head and put his fist on the table. He said: "Tonight, no matter how many letters will be sent to the city government, the unknown name. How many children will the hero save? I want you to pull out all the people in the mixed city at all costs, rescue the children, and catch all the traffickers!"
"All the 10th-level magicians cooperated with this. This is the city master order, codename Daisy action."
Michael leaned over and wrote two lines on the paper, then took out a seal of the city master.
"You go back and tell Lord Roland that this action requires the Grey Temple to cooperate with the city government." Then McGonagall looked at the former Grey Temple official.
"Yes!" the official responded, and walked quickly toward the door.
"Before dawn, I hope that you can end it all, otherwise the rest of the children will be in extreme danger." Michael handed the order to the official standing next to him, the city of the city and the gray The shrine officials rose and walked outside the meeting room.
This is a war, a war to save the kidnapped children!
The secretary-general of the city returned to the conference room and walked to the side of Michael. "The city owner, these letters were sent to the city government by passers-by. They didn't know what was in the letter. Maybe there are passers-by on the way to send letters, if we Travelers who find these delivery letters in advance may be able to know the next target location of the black man."
"No," Michael said, raising his hand and shaking his head. "This is obviously in his plan. Tonight, the city hall and the gray temple cannot do better than him. Let him let go, we have to do It is to take the children safely back and do their best to treat them. Also, destroy all the gangs outside his plan."
The Secretary-General nodded thoughtfully.
......
"You...who are you..."
The seven-level demon grasped the long sword piercing the chest and unwillingly stumbled in front of the black man.
"A father."
McGonge pulled out the sword and cut off the ten fingers of the demon. He looked at the children from the black cage and said softly, "You are saved."
There was a footstep outside the hospital, and McGonagall took up the long sword and jumped out of the small courtyard and disappeared into the darkness again.
Quietly invisible on a dead wood not far away, watching the small courtyard illuminated by the torch, and the people from the city hall and the gray temple, the children were released from the iron cage, and then Being blindfolded or holding away from the small courtyard, he got on the carriage that had already been prepared and headed for the direction of the city government.
"The seven dens, one hundred and fifty human traffickers, and three hundred and forty-two children, although they may not have been wiped out in one fell swoop, but starting today, there should be no climate-friendly traffickers in the mixed city." The long sword that the system rented was handed over, the system automatically recovered, and a strong sense of fatigue hit.
Cutting 150 pieces of wood still feels sour, let alone killing 150 people, including two 7-level demons and orcs.
"I hope that the next Michael City will not let me down." McGonagall looked at the yard again and jumped to the side of the roof and headed for Aden Square.
Along the way, McGonagall avoided a few waves of the city's main house and the gray temple. The atmosphere of several dozen-level magicians surprised him and was somewhat gratified.
Back at the restaurant, McGonagall asked the system to recycle the black clothes, took a shower and rushed all the breath, and then put on the pajamas and lay on the bed.
The murderous nausea made him somewhat sleepless, but he did not regret it. As a father, when he saw the children who were disabled, there was only one thought in his mind that the traffickers would die!
Sitting up, McGon looked at Amy, who was asleep in the small bed. The little guy was licking the neck of the ugly duckling, with a shallow smile on his mouth. It seemed that he was doing something sweet. The heart of McGonagall calmed down and his face was A smile appeared.