Chapter 178: Raze Little Hangleton

Riddle's House in Little Hangleton, once the most spacious and magnificent building within a few miles, has now become extremely dilapidated.
It is now recognized as a haunted house.
Half a century ago, a mysterious homicide broke out in Riddle's Mansion: The Riddle family of three who lived here died overnight. The final forensic diagnosis was that three people died of an acute heart attack at the same time.
And almost a year ago, another gardener died in this house inexplicably, the cause of death was also an acute heart attack.
There are a few bold children who once approached it... and told others that there was a horrible whisper.
At this point, the Riddle House and its surroundings have become more mysterious, and no one dares to approach the surroundings of this mansion again.
Except for a survey team in August last year and May this year, they had two short stays here.
It and the cemetery next to it have been so desolate.
...
In a small wood less than half a mile from Riddle's House, eight Eastern European faces, wearing camouflage uniforms, and military figures appeared.
They are of different age levels, the oldest is almost 50 years old, and the youngest seems to be only in his early twenties...
The head was a short-haired man with dark skin and a gloomy face.
"Captain Marashenko, how much money can each of us divide after the incident?" the youngest soldier asked softly.
"Fifty thousand dollars... as long as we successfully complete the mission!" the gloomy man called Captain Marashenko said: "Everyone... plus the twenty thousand that I gave you before, the total is Seventy thousand!"
"Seventy thousand dollars..." The fifty-something veteran sighed: "Buy my life, this money is generous enough!"
"How many rubles is seventy thousand dollars?" the youngest soldier asked again.
"Five years ago, it was equal to more than 40,000 rubles. If you worked as an officer for more than ten years, you would be able to save it!" The gloomy man lowered his head: "It doesn't work anymore, now it's equal to 200 million rubles!"
"Two hundred million..." The youngest soldier seemed to be frightened by this number: "I have worked hard for a hundred years and I can't make this money!"
"Two hundred years are not enough, and maybe it will become 400 million or 500 million in a few years!" The fifty-something veteran snorted coldly, and then asked, "Then what do we need to do?"
"Very strange command..." The man with a gloomy face turned serious: "First of all, look out for a snake. Hold this."
While talking, he handed out two grenades to everyone.
"White phosphorous bomb?" Someone looked at the mark on the grenade and cried out in surprise.
"Yes...a big boa constrictor with a thick mouth. If you find it, use this to blow it up?" The gloomy man explained: "The employer said, if the python can be blown up, everyone will There is an additional reward of ten thousand dollars."
"There are pythons in Britain..." the youngest soldier said to himself: "Can't you kill it with bullets?"
"The employer told us that it is best to use a weapon that is very lethal to deal with it!" Captain Malashenko repeated with a gloomy face.
"Well...what else?"
"There is still waiting!" The man with a gloomy face continued: "Wait for the location of the cemetery, there will be a red light and a green light, we will be in place immediately."
"Then we first detonate a few gasoline drums buried in the cemetery and light the surrounding forest... Then, wait for the red and green light to disappear before razing the entire cemetery!" the gloomy man said calmly , As if saying that we will go to lunch for a while.
While talking, he picked up an AK47 assault rifle and an RPG rocket launcher on the ground.
Everyone gathered around, picked up their rifles and bazookas that belonged to them on the ground... and checked the loading inside to see if there were any problems.
"And then?" the youngest soldier continued.
"Then run... separately..." The leader glanced at his surroundings: "If you can run as many as you can, the employer said, the targets we want to attack are extremely dangerous people, and we will die at any time; Run to a safe location, take off your clothes, and then go to the Port of Liverpool, where I have contacted Snakehead and can take you back to Moscow!"
"When I get back to Moscow and get the money, I will propose to Tonia!" the youngest soldier said with some excitement.
"What kind of person is the employer you are talking about?" the fifty-something veteran asked meaningfully.
"He said his name is Thrall..." The gloomy leader shook his head: "Although I don't think this is a real name, and I don't know anything about him... It may be that the employer feared that I would be captured alive. Tell his enemies...but if the money is real, that's enough!"
"And he also said that after this matter is over, he will not contact us in any way!" The leader added.
"What if we die?" the fifty-something veteran continued to ask.
"The money will still be credited to the account... So, I reminded you all to write a suicide note." said the leader.
"Sounds great." The fifty-something veteran sighed: "If I die and my son gets the money; he can continue to be his professor at Moscow University instead of driving a taxi. Make a living!"
Everyone shut their mouths.
Except for the young Russian soldier in his twenties who looked a little excited, everyone else had a serious face.
In the distance, a strong red light and a strong green light flashed suddenly.
"Comrade...brothers!" The gloomy man stood up: "We should set off!"
"Ula!"
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"Father's bones~EbookFREE.me~ donate unintentionally to make your son regenerate!"
"Servants' meat, donated voluntarily, can regenerate your master!"
"The blood of the enemy, forced to donate, can make your enemy...resurrect!"
Harry was tied up, and he watched Wormtail pour his blood into the cauldron next to the grave.
Then, the baby-like thing became Voldemort's real body-Voldemort was resurrected!
Voldemort conjured a black devil's mark on Wormtail's arm, stroked it, and summoned a Death Eater.
Harry heard the names of many Death Eaters, including Malfoy, Avery, McNeill, Crabbe, Gore, Knott...
Then, Voldemort asked Wormtail to return his wand to him in a one-on-one duel with Harry.
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