Operation Red Book

Chapter 228: The Witch War in Johns' Newspaper Office 1

Beatrice smiled with satisfaction and twirled her fingers around a lock of black curly hair on her chest.

She leaned comfortably against the solid wooden bookcase that was Jacob's workstation, filled with Christian books and unprocessed documents.

"Da da da……"

The high heels landed on the pine floor, making a regular and tense sound.

When everyone was sweating, Beatrice lit a cigarette, and her amber eyes became even more charming in the smoke.

The misty smoke dissipated, and the white wall made of lime appeared clearly in front of Beatrice. What she could see more clearly than her was Alexander who was in a small space.

The staircase leading to the outside world at Johns Newspaper Office is gone.

A few tiny beads of sweat appeared on Alexander's temple. He gathered all his strength and slammed hard into the lime wall.

The door frame was deformed, but the lime wall inside did not loosen at all.

He turned around angrily, looking at Beatrice with hostility and murderous intent in his eyes.

"Ah! Such full muscles, so delicious!"

Beatrice showed her long neck and her charming face was covered with a blush.

"I've never seen a man with such great strength. I really hope you can treat me as hard as that wall, haha!"

Alexander tilted his neck on both sides, and the bones of his neck and shoulders made a crackling sound as he pressed them.

If Joshua had heard such explicit words, he would have been so ashamed that he would have locked himself in the house.

But Alexander didn't seem to take it to heart. He raised his fist as big as a sandbag, kicked the ground hard with his hind legs, and hit Beatrice's twisted figure.

"Ah! That's really fast! I like men who are fast!"

Beatrice flirted with him in a frivolous manner. She tapped the floor lightly, and the hard and flat wood changed its shape in the blink of an eye.

The tiles beneath Alexander's feet seemed to come alive, rising and falling, swaying from side to side, like flags fluttering in the air.

The sudden conflict of force almost made Alexander lose his strength. He tried his best to adjust his pace and maintain his balance.

Beatrice was clearly before him, but Alexander could not move forward at all. The floor was rippling with waves, trying to pull him back.

"Hahahahaha! This is my favorite spell. Can you guess where the inspiration comes from? Hint, it's not caramel pudding!"

Beatrice grinned wantonly, she raised her left leg high, and then stomped it down hard.

"Boom!"

The high heels made of rubber collided with the solid wood floor, making a loud and crisp sound.

"Crash-crash-bang!"

As if another spell had been cast, the floor around Alexander began to vibrate.

The wooden strips danced like ribbons, and half of the floor became loose, joining in the "feast of the wind" centered on Alexander.

"Mr. Alexander!"

Joshua rushed forward anxiously, but after a few steps he fell into empty space.

Jacob wrapped the watch chain around his finger, and the clearly distinguished hands began to spin rapidly as the dial floated.

Joshua was wrapped in a transparent barrier. He looked down and his back was suddenly wet - there was a dark and quiet ditch under his feet.

Half of the floor of Johns Newspaper Office stood up, and controlled by the witch's spell, they quickly flew around Alexander.

Alexander broke a piece of wood with one punch, but the number of wood sticks increased instead of decreasing, and the speed of rotation increased dozens of times.

"You are mine, hahahahahaha—"

Suddenly, the sawdust blew up a tornado that reached the top of the office, and the sky full of yellow sand blocked Joshua's vision.

"Ooooooooo my eyes hurt!"

Thomas's childish voice came to his ears. Joshua wanted to protect him, but the flying wood chips left no gap at all. Joshua had to close his painful eyes again.

"Stop it!"