Chapter 258: 28: Opposition

In response to environmental protection requirements, although people have carried out a modern upgrade on the Giant Hand Tower to create a new holy place that is more attractive to tourists, the decorative lights of the tower will still be completely turned off after 10 o'clock every day, leaving only the street lights on the ground.

However, the significance of this landmark is so important now that the European Anti-Japanese Department has arranged for at least one special elite team to cooperate with the Gallic agents to protect it every day.

But for Heath, the warnings here were useless.

But he had no intention of destroying anything, he just came to look for something, a relic that was deliberately hidden here.

"It's hidden really deeply."

Standing on the back of the Stone Hand, Heath squatted down and pressed gently on it.

Soon, layers of hard rock seemed to actively make way for a passage, allowing him to slowly reach into the palm of the giant hand and grasp the relic.

Sweat beads appeared on his face. After Abdul's additional reinforcement, the rocks here were no less strong than diamonds. If this object was not indestructible, Abdul probably would not have found a way to hide it here.

He held his breath and pulled his hand out. The back of his hand, which had just been cut, slowly gathered together and returned to its original shape.

And in Heath's hand, there appeared an object that looked like a magic wand.

This is the relic left behind by Gabriel after his battle with Abdul in the Iron Tower, but now it seems to have lost its original effect of storing energy naturally, and only has incomplete functions left.

". Gaining power at the cost of vitality? Perhaps Augustus can help with the transformation."

Putting away the magic wand, Heath, standing on the back of his hand, could almost overlook the entire city.

"Look, dear, this is the spire view you've always dreamed of."

"It's just... useless."

He leaped into the darkness and in the blink of an eye he was gone.

The next day.

Abdul dressed up a little and accompanied his mother to the Champ de Mars near the Eiffel Tower, but traffic control was implemented nearby due to the parade, so it took them a lot of extra time to reach their destination.

This situation is happening all over the country.

The cause of the incident was that a child from an immigrant family was bullied some time ago, so he stole several guns and started an indiscriminate shooting in the school, resulting in several deaths and injuries to more than a dozen people. After the incident fermented, some people directed their criticism at the immigrants and demanded the establishment of special immigrant schools for physical isolation.

The authorities will definitely not agree to this, as it is too discriminatory and is no different from previous racial segregation.

Coincidentally, just a few days after this incident, another school shooting occurred, but this time the shooter was a local.

Moreover, he only targeted immigrants and even threatened to kill all immigrants on social media, constantly showing off his achievements.

This time, the conflict between the two gangs was intensified. Continuous marches were held all over the country. The locals and immigrants were at loggerheads, and the situation became more and more serious. In addition to fighting with each other, they also robbed each other's shops, exerting their traditional robber instincts.

Abdul taught a lesson to the excessive crowds several times and helped the police to break up the situation, but this also caused his reputation among locals and immigrants to deteriorate rapidly.

In fact, he did not deliberately make a distinction, but just took action based on the severity of the trouble. As a result, both sides only remembered that Abdul attacked them.

On the one hand, they say immigrants are immigrants, and on the other hand, if you help their own people, you can never expect them to be grateful.

On the other hand, they think that we are all immigrants, so why are you expelling us? You are simply the government's lackeys, the grandsons of the locals, and you are bringing shame to them.

If it was Abdul a few years ago, he might have been confused, but the few years he followed Olivier were not in vain. At least he was immune to these weird words and his mental strength was much stronger.

He didn't tell his mother about these troubles, but he was just deceiving himself. He was afraid that his mother had seen those statements a long time ago. She suggested going to see the tower so that he could relax.

"It feels like I haven't been here for a long time. The last time I came here was when it was reopened after major renovations." The mother looked up at the sight of the hands supporting the iron tower and sighed. No matter how many times she saw it, it was hard for her to imagine that such power could be exerted by a human.

Abdul travels underground almost every day and often passes by here, but it has been a long time since he came in to see it from a tourist's perspective.

We strolled around under the Eiffel Tower and took a few photos. There were no other activities, and my mother refused the suggestion to go up and take a look, so there was even less to do.

Just as they were about to leave, Abdul sensed something was wrong.

He looked at the stone hand in confusion, as if something had changed.

He casually touched the street lamp beside him and spread his sensing ability. Soon, he knew what that slight abnormality meant.

"Someone took the magic wand?"

Abdul withdrew his hand, frowning.

"What's wrong? Is it about work? If you need to go, then go ahead. I can go back by myself. I'm tired too." The mother could naturally see what was on her son's mind.

"No, nothing. I know a restaurant with good food. Let's go try it."

Abdul shook his head. Now the thing was lost. Judging from the time, he had just passed by here a few days ago and did not notice that it was lost. So there was no doubt that the magic wand was stolen within these few days.

Judging from the current supernatural situation, the only one who could find the hidden magic wand and take it out quietly without any damage should be a divine sorcerer with unpredictable means.

Is that Heathcliff?
He actually didn't think that the magic wand was that powerful. After all, he had tried to use the magic wand once before and found that it consumed his vitality, so he stopped immediately.

He was more worried that this thing had the power to bewitch people, so he wanted to destroy it, but found that he couldn't do it. So he had to do the next best thing and hide it somewhere he could see it often, and arranged multiple reinforced stones for protection.

Olivier once tentatively asked him if he had ever seen a magic wand, but Abdul eventually kept it a secret, and Olivier did not seem to doubt it and chose to believe it.

If he told the authorities now, would Olivier harbor a grudge against him? Would he lose trust in him?
"If it's just a magic wand, it won't increase their combat power much." Abdul decided to take some time to investigate.

He was no longer at that age where he was impatient. Even if he decided to investigate on his own, he would need to settle his mother first.

Hopefully, there won't be another Gabriel.

The people can no longer endure any more divisions, but he has no idea how to bridge the gap. He can only continue on the path he believes is right.

There were shrill screams coming from the interrogation room, but the two guards outside seemed to hear nothing and just stood there like iron men.

"You are abusing lynching. I want to see a lawyer. Ah——"

"You're pretty tough. I like scumbags like this who are tough. At least they can survive my appetizers."

In the interrogation room, the cowboy was leaning against the wall playing with the dagger in his hand, the hound was standing behind a tied young man, gently massaging his shoulders, and only Mosaic was not here, he should be next to Olivier.

"Why can only those outsiders kill our people and I can't kill them! You are not worthy of being Gauls!" Although the young man was very scared, he was still shouting.

"What a coincidence, I'm Hans and she's Britain." The hound grinned, "I don't care who killed whom. If the person who killed you is still alive, he will enjoy the same treatment as you. I only care about whether you are colluding with the devil."

"No! No! I've told you no so many times, but you don't believe me!" The young man collapsed and screamed.

"You can tell me again seriously, maybe I will believe you this time." The Hound's hand glowed with light, and the young man felt warm. The obvious injury just now slowly recovered. "Of course, you can continue to lie. How about we tell it again differently?"

Gulu.

The young man swallowed.

This is not what he wants.

"I said, let me think about it. Two days before I did that, I saw a lot of related videos and people's complaints. Even among the dead, there was a friend of mine. I just wanted to be a hero, a hero for my own people. Since that person dared to kill, I dared to kill too."

"I want to let them know whose territory this is. Letting them come here, even if they have to work at the bottom level, is already a thousand or ten thousand times better than their original life! Why are they still not satisfied? Those incompetent politicians only care about votes and want to grant citizenship to everyone who comes here. That means I can't get close to them, otherwise..."

"Get to the point, did you run into anyone?" The Hound wasn't here to listen to his complaints.

Such situations are common in various European countries. Not accepting immigrants in exchange for labor is a problem, and people's hearts are not satisfied after accepting them. Cultural conflicts are also a problem, but it seems that most people choose to face the latter problem rather than the former.

If you think about it carefully, for those in power, the first question naturally has the greatest impact on them.

"No, I've always been alone! Even the plan and the gun were stolen!" the young man defended.

"We checked the family you stole from, and there was no gun at home. So, think again, where did the gun come from?" The Hound once again gently placed his hands on the young man's shoulders, leaned close to his ear, and spoke calmly.

"Impossible! He is..." The young man hesitated, thinking of what happened to him just now, and finally gave up resistance and told the truth, "I told this in the group, and many people were willing to help. I only accepted the gun assistance provided by one of them, asking me to steal it. He would take the initiative to put the gun in the car and leave the door unlocked."

“Why is there no record of this information?”

"We use a chat app that disappears after reading."

The Hound and the Cowboy looked at each other, patted the young man on the shoulder, said nothing, and walked out of the interrogation room together.

"It is basically certain that someone is leading this silly boy to do this, and the gun was also put there by that person. However, this matter may not be related to the remnants of the Demon Lord. It may just be a spontaneous reciprocal revenge. After all, hatred is a very powerful driving force." The cowboy combined and organized the information.

"It seems we need to find a new breakthrough. By the way, don't we ask Abdul for help? His ability is so enviable. If we really do it, I'm afraid we will be able to know about every move in the city for a while." The hound placed his hand on the wall and carefully sensed the surroundings, especially the underground.

"It's useless. If he really wants to eavesdrop on our conversation, we can't sense his presence with our sensing ability." The cowboy shook his head. "After all, he is an immigrant. Don't test his heart. He might choose to stand on the side of the immigrants in a blink of an eye. The best option is to keep him away from incidents of confrontation with immigrants and locals. This is probably what Olivier is worried about. He is indeed a politician. He can achieve his goals under the name of concern."

The Hound put away his hand and pondered for a while: "I don't care where he stands, as long as he doesn't mix with the people of the Soul Assembly and the Demon Lord. I am too lazy to worry about such a confrontation. Let their officials solve it themselves."

"Next, I will investigate those more extreme groups to see if there are any influences from the remnants of the Demon Lord among them. Do you want to join us?" The Hound stretched and asked casually.

"Do you look down on them? Acting alone, tell me, have you prepared your suicide note? I can bring it back to you." The cowboy glanced at him, "And where do you want to bury it? Have you decided?"

"Tsk, isn't it because they are afraid that you have your own ideas?"

"Mr. Li said that we should never act alone. Although I have something to investigate, it has nothing to do with the situation here and is not urgent."

Cowboy received a report the day before yesterday that the blockade of the old site of the demon lord's remnants in Prosvan had been lifted, and the efficiency was already surprisingly high. However, the camera and specimen frame in the vehicle that she recorded were lost for no reason.

The surveillance camera didn't capture any useful information, and there were no signs of the car door being opened or any fingerprints, but the things had clearly disappeared.

It was obviously something that belonged to ordinary people, so who would care about it? Judging from the traces of its loss, it was most likely that a supernatural person had taken action.

Apart from the relatives of the car owner, she really had no other candidates to guess.

As if to confirm her guess, new information soon came back, along with a video of a sea of ​​flowers formed by purple crows.

This picture was clearly the last photo she saw on that camera, exactly the same.

The abnormal flock of crows made her immediately suspect that this matter was related to the legendary Soul Crows, but compared with the Soul Gathering and the remnants of the Demon Lord, the Soul Crows could only be regarded as a research direction. No matter how curious she was, she had to complete the current task first.

"Let's go. My nose tells me that the remnants of the demon lord are hiding in the city."

(End of this chapter)