I joined the group chat as Aizen in the Ninja World

Foul-mouthed man: Damn it, damn it! I didn't even think about eating. Uncle, can I never go to Xiao Cuihua Restaurant again? Will I never see the comforting, gentle and lovely Sister Tracy again?

Book artist: Do you want to go out for dinner or to meet the elder sister?

Foul-mouthed man with a suit: Why are you asking such a question? Can't I think about both?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: If you don’t want to become a wanted criminal, you have no choice but to hand over Loki.

Foul-mouthed man in a suit: No, damn it! This is impossible! This bastard must be punished according to our Earth's way! I'm taking him to get a haircut right now!

Dragging the still sleeping Loki, Deadpool walked towards Queens, New York.

Thor, Captain America, and Iron Man were now locked in a three-way fight, with the entire area suffering.

"Fuck!" Nick Fury's face twitched as he stared at the big screen, and the veins on his head bulged.

He regretted it now, deeply. He felt that he really shouldn't have released Deadpool, really shouldn't have! He should have known that this bastard would definitely cause trouble.

"Sir, we've found the target." At this moment, an agent in a black suit walked into his office and said, "He's moving towards Hell's Kitchen."

"Hell's Kitchen?" Nick Fury was stunned and said, "Why did he go back to Hell's Kitchen? What does that bastard want to do?"

"It's not clear yet. Do we need to follow up?" The agent shook his head.

"No, let's stop here." Nick Fury raised his hand and said, "Collect the materials and report them to the Security Council."

The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. no longer wanted to get involved in this matter, as he had a premonition that Deadpool would be a big trouble. And to be fair, Nick Fury also thought that those gentlemen in the Security Council were real dogs.

He felt that no matter what the purpose, he should not give up his sovereignty and decision-making power, as this would put the Earth in a completely passive position. However, he was within the system after all, and could only accept orders helplessly.

However, Nick Fury also has his own wisdom. This way of accepting orders can be flexible. For example, the current situation can at least buy some time for Deadpool to escape.

"Yes."

The agent nodded, turned, and walked out of the director's office. Finding a quiet corner, he pulled out a black phone from his suit pocket. "The target is approaching Hell's Kitchen. We can make contact first," he said, pressing the red button on the phone.

boom.

The phone instantly turned to dust and exploded in the agent's hand. He then walked towards the lobby of S.H.I.E.L.D. as if nothing had happened.

Book artist: Damn, is this guy from Hydra?

Skirt Uplifter: Seeing the Snake Shield with my own eyes, I feel like I have achieved something.

Curly-haired guy: Is this guy going after Deadpool?

Foul-mouthed man in a suit: Let them come! Damn it, I'm just worried about having no place to vent my emotions!

Hatchet Girl: I don't think they're looking for trouble. Are they trying to negotiate some terms by contacting you first?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: I’m afraid it’s not as simple as just negotiating conditions. I feel like Hydra wants to recruit you.

Foul-mouthed Suit Guy: Hoo-ho-ho, finally someone sees my brilliant and handsome side! But why Hydra? This is such a headache, there's nothing appealing about them. Unless they poach Natasha too!

Scarlet Snake Fairy: What are you dreaming about?

Book Artist: There's something wrong with you, Deadpool.

Skull Island Handsome Guy: I think it’s better to forget about Hydra. They are even a bit anti-human.

Foul-mouthed Man: Of course I'm kidding, man! You don't think I'm serious, do you? Uncle, I only have one organization, and that's this group!

Skirt-lifting maniac: Thank you, I am touched.

Foul-mouthed Man: Hey! I found a barber shop. Let's talk later.

[Tip: The foul-mouthed man closed the live broadcast room. The live broadcast lasted 30 minutes and had 11 viewers. The total points earned were 330.]

The Villain of Soul Society: Barber Shop?

Curly-haired guy: Hey, you're planning on getting a haircut at this hour? But I don't think your hair is the problem for not finding a girlfriend. You should look in the mirror more often!

Lazy little kitty: No sound, obviously not going to pay attention to you.

Curly-haired guy: I think he was probably so ashamed that he looked in the mirror. That’s for sure!

Lin Fengjiao: I think he didn't go to the barber shop to get a haircut for himself. Have you forgotten that he wanted to send Rocky to labor reform? So, it's very likely that he was shaving Rocky's head.

After the message was sent, Lin Jiu had already quietly sneaked into the backyard of Dengtian Tower.

Apparently, there weren't many guards here, which made him feel relieved. However, the subsequent cries and screams of the women made him frown.

His figure flashed and quietly drifted towards the source of the sound. Lin Jiu's eyes appeared with a scene that made him furious.

Several soldiers in military uniforms were holding down a young girl dressed as a student. The officer in front of them, with his belly exposed and a playful smile on his face, held a red-hot iron close to the girl's cheek.

526 The Insignificant Wig

"Now, you have one last chance!" The officer said fiercely, holding a branding iron. "Tell me, where are your accomplices hiding?"

The female student didn't speak, but struggled hard. However, it was obviously impossible for her to break free from the several strong men holding her down, so this was ultimately a futile resistance.

"Ha, good!" the officer sneered, "I think you revolutionaries are really just refusing to accept my toast!" As he spoke, he was about to poke the iron into the other man's face.

Bang.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly flashed. The kerosene lamps in the entire room dimmed.

The officer's face was dazed, and he hadn't reacted yet when he suddenly flew backwards. The branding iron in his hand spun a few times in mid-air before hitting him in the stomach with a "snap".

"what!"

The officer screamed like a butchered pig, struggling desperately to remove the branding iron from his belly. At the same time, a strange meaty aroma filled the entire room.

This sudden scene left everyone present stunned. All eyes turned to the man who appeared in the room as if by magic.

Bang bang bang.

Lin Jiu didn't give them a chance to react and attacked immediately. Within seconds, he knocked the soldiers to the ground, then gently helped the female student up. "Are you okay?"

The female student was stunned for a moment before she asked, "Who are you?"

"Pang Hongwen asked me to come." Lin Jiu paused and said, "You should know him, right?"

"You, you are the reinforcements that Brother Pang mentioned?"

The female student's eyes widened, tears welling up in them. "Great! It's so good to see you. Wow, our entire branch has been breached... Including me, the few remaining communicators have been brought here."

"Don't be anxious, let's find a safe place to talk slowly." Lin Jiu slowly helped her up and pointed at the officer who was trying to struggle to get up.

thump.

The officer lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, and there was a black hole between his eyebrows.

After taking a few photos of the dead officer, Lin Jiu edited the events into a message and sent it to the group.

Lazy Little Kitten: Well done, all these running dogs of the reactionary warlords should be killed!

Skirt Lifting Maniac: Indeed, keeping such a lackey is a waste of food. And even if such a person is reformed, it would be difficult to change his mind, right?

Red Snake Fairy: Well, it is indeed difficult to change someone who is reactionary at heart.

As someone who has experienced this, Li Mochou naturally has her say. During the Southern Song Dynasty, she also tried to get some diehard lackeys back on track, but the results were disappointing.

They may submit to you on the surface, but they still follow their own set of thinking in their hearts.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: There is no need to waste time reforming such people, just bury them directly.

Curly-haired boy: I agree with what Xiaonan said. Wig, you bastard, why don’t you just surrender?

Wig:?

Curly Hair: Don't think I don't know. Did you contact the mama-san of Utopia yesterday? You damn reactionary, all you do every day is think about how to get someone else's wife!

Book Artist: Huh? The Land of Utopia?

Curly Hair: It's that kind of shop, you know! But this one is a little special. The girls there are all married! The owner over there actually sells this as a speciality. It's disgusting!

Skirt-lifting maniac: Eh, it really stinks. But Gin-san, how do you know so much about it?

Curly Hair: Of course, it's because this shop is famous! Anyone who's been to Kabukicho knows it! Don't get me wrong, a serious person like me would never go to a place like that!

The Evil Leader of Soul Society: If you hadn't said the last sentence, I'm afraid I wouldn't have misunderstood you.

Wig: I just went there to gather information, it's not as dirty as you think, Gintoki,

Curly: Oh, gathering intelligence? What intelligence did you gather? Tell me about it!

Wig: I suspect this shop owner is connected to Takasugi, but I can't be sure yet. I need to find opportunities to interact with the owner more closely! Well, this might require some funding.

Lazy Kitten: You need some money, you sound so right! You just want to spend it, asshole!

Book artist: There’s no need to ask, this guy definitely wants to consume.

Curly: Right? The public has sharp eyes! You're still trying to pretend, but everyone has seen through you!

Here's an actor: You have eight days.

Jellal gave his final notice with a dark face. He was too lazy to argue with these two group members anymore. He wanted them to do a group mission properly, but they turned out to be completely incompetent.

Just as he was sighing inwardly, Harry and his two companions on the screen had already arrived at the house-elf residence.

This place should be in the heart of the Forbidden Forest, but it has been transformed into a huge camp by the house-elves. Several elves are barbecuing around a bonfire in the center of the camp, and laughter and joy can be heard everywhere.

"They actually built a fortress here." Ron looked at the huge building in front of him with a dazed face.

He had originally expected that these evil house-elves would either huddle and shiver in the dirty sewers, or gather in the dark castle to plot secretly, but he didn't expect that they would set up a gathering place so openly in the middle of the Forbidden Forest?

"How spectacular." Harry took a breath and said, "How did they do this?"

"Of course it's magic. I call it architectural magic." A voice suddenly sounded behind them, saying, "It appeared four hundred years ago, but is it extinct now?"

what?

Harry and the others were caught off guard and turned around suddenly. What caught their eyes was a house-elf in a tuxedo, who looked completely different.

"Welcome to our elf home, all travelers of Hogwarts." Aura said with an elegant voice and a smile, "And my compatriot Dobby, thank you for being our tour guide."

"Dobby?" Harry's first reaction was that they had been sold, sold by this house-elf named Dobby. This was bad, really bad!

527 Harry and his three companions are shocked

"I knew that house-elves can't be trusted!" Ron glared at Dobby with an indignant expression.

"Dobby, no, it's not Dobby!" Dobby felt wronged and pushed himself into the corner in fear.

"You've definitely misunderstood this. My compatriot Dobby certainly didn't know it even had a part-time job as a tour guide." Ola's voice was gentle, and she smiled slightly. "Please don't be too harsh on it."

"Is this your conspiracy?" Hermione probably understood what it meant and asked with a frown.

"A conspiracy?" Aura looked at her, the corners of his mouth curled slightly. "Not really. After all, it was your decision to come here. I just saw your decision and didn't stop you."

Aura's voice was noticeably more soothing when addressing Hermione.

Because it knew the relationship between the little witch and its master very well, and it was very likely that she would be its future mistress, so of course it would treat her differently.

"See?" Harry was stunned, looking confused.

"Yes, I see." Aura nodded slightly and explained, "I can see everything through the eyes of all house-elves. Dobby is no exception."

"How, how is this possible..." Ron was stunned, his face full of astonishment.

Being able to observe things through the perspectives of other house-elves is equivalent to the "All-Seeing Eye" magic that was once circulated. Legend has it that this magic was unique to Merlin, and it could allow him to know what was happening in the world without leaving his home.

But, this legendary magic actually has a house-elf version? This really subverted Ron's cognition.

"Nothing is impossible. House-elves are not as incompetent as you think," Aura said politely, extending her right hand. "Then, please go to our home and discuss this in detail."

"Ron, Harry!" Hermione's expression tightened upon seeing this scene, and she shouted, "Run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of golden light and rushed towards Aura without hesitation. Through their previous conversation, she already knew that this house-elf was definitely unusual. If it really took her away, no one knew what danger would happen!

Bang.

The golden light hit a dark blue circular protective shield, making a dull loud noise.

Hermione took a few steps back and shook her head. Then she saw two blue rays burst out, and her two friends were instantly tied up and lying on the ground.

"It's really unexpected." Aura looked at Hermione with admiration and said, "After four hundred years, I can actually see someone performing celestial magic again."

It truly felt nostalgic, as if it were still in the days of conquering the lands with its master. However, compared to its peerless master, the little witch's celestial magic was far too weak.

"What do you want?" Hermione didn't delve into the meaning of his words at this time, but just looked at her friend with a worried face.

"I've said before that I just want to invite you to be my guests." Aura still had a smile on her face and said softly, "Please come in." Of course, it didn't dare to take any coercive measures against Hermione. Besides, tying up Harry and Ron was enough to make her hesitate.