Chapter 681 Magical Spell

Just when Commissioner Smith thought everything was settled and was about to leave the chaotic furniture store, something strange happened. The black mamba basketball birds that had lost their life signs began to wriggle again in the astonished eyes of the crowd, their feathers gradually regained their luster, and their wings flapped gently, as if they had just woken up from a deep sleep.

"How... how is this possible!" A clerk exclaimed in disbelief and fear.

Commissioner Smith was also stunned. He quickly looked around and saw that the birds were not only resurrected, but also flashed a crazier light in their eyes than before. They flapped their wings again, and this time, they did not control the model helicopter, but directly launched a more violent attack on the crowd with their flesh and blood.

The store suddenly fell into chaos, with screams and cries for help. Commissioner Smith saw this and felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. He knew that if these birds continued to wreak havoc, the consequences would be disastrous.

"We must stop them!" Commissioner Smith swore in his heart. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner panic, while quickly searching for possible countermeasures in his mind.

However, facing these strangely resurrected black mamba basketball birds, any conventional methods seemed pale and powerless. Commissioner Smith realized that he had to use his best tricks to turn the tide.

At this moment, a vague memory suddenly flashed through his mind - it was an ancient and mysterious spell, which was said to be learned from an old man who traveled all over the world when he was young. Although he had never had the opportunity to verify its authenticity, at this moment, he had no choice but to give it a try.

Commissioner Smith jumped up suddenly, stomping his feet heavily on the ground, and the whole store seemed to be shocked. He stared at the crazy black mamba basketball birds with wide eyes, then took a deep breath and shouted with all his strength: "Man! What canned food? I said, man, get out!"

This spell that sounded illogical and even a little funny seemed to contain endless power in Commissioner Smith's mouth. As his voice fell, a strange wave seemed to be generated in the air. Those originally ferocious black mamba basketball birds froze in the air, and their eyes became empty and confused.

"What... what is this?" A clerk stared at the scene in disbelief.

"I don't know, but it looks effective." Commissioner Smith was also shocked, but he quickly regained his composure. He realized that this might be his only chance.

So, he once again gathered all his strength and repeated the mysterious spell. This time, his voice was louder and more determined. And those black mamba basketball birds, under the impact of the spell, finally couldn't bear it, fell from the air one after another, and lost their breath of life again.

The store suddenly became quiet, leaving only the heavy breathing and heartbeats of people. Commissioner Smith stood there, gasping for breath, his clothes were soaked with sweat, but his eyes were shining with victory.

"We... we are saved?" A clerk asked in a trembling voice.

"Yes, we are saved." Commissioner Smith nodded, his voice was hoarse but full of power.

However, the joy of victory did not last long. Commissioner Smith soon realized that although this mysterious spell solved the crisis at hand, it also brought more mysteries and questions. Why did those black mamba basketball birds come back to life? What secrets are hidden behind them? And that mysterious spell, where did it come from, and why does it have such a powerful power?

These questions are like mountains pressing on Commissioner Smith's heart, making him unable to relax. But he knows that he can't stop there. As a commissioner, he has the responsibility and obligation to get to the bottom of it and uncover the truth of it all.

So, in the grateful and admiring eyes of the store clerks, Commissioner Smith slowly turned around and embarked on a new journey. His figure stretched out in the afterglow of the sunset, looking particularly firm and lonely. He knew that the road ahead would be full of unknowns and challenges, but he was ready. No matter what kind of wind and rain was ahead, he would move forward bravely and fearlessly.

As for the mysterious spell - "Man! What cans? I said, man, get out!" It seems to be the only clue and puzzle in this chaos. Perhaps one day in the future, when Commissioner Smith uncovers all the mysteries, the true meaning and source of this spell will also surface. But before that, it is like an unsolved mystery, forever remaining in people's memory and becoming a legend.

In the furniture store dyed red by the afterglow of the setting sun, chaos and astonishment reached a peak again. Commissioner Smith just thought he had solved all the problems, but unexpectedly, those seemingly dead black mamba basketball birds spread their wings again in the horrified eyes of everyone, like demons returning from hell, and regained the dominance of this space.

"This... How is this possible!" Commissioner Smith muttered to himself, his face turned pale in an instant, his eyes full of disbelief. He realized that the spell he had just shouted obviously did not really touch the core of these strange creatures, but may have aroused their deeper anger and power.

"Commissioner! What should we do?" a soldier asked nervously, his voice full of fear and helplessness. Other shop assistants and customers also looked to him for help. The whole store seemed to have become an isolated island, shrouded in despair.

Commissioner Smith gritted his teeth and tried to calm down. He knew that the panic at this moment would only make the situation worse. He closed his eyes and tried to recall every detail when the old man taught the spell, trying to find the problem.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind - Could it be that the order of the spells he just recited was wrong? Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly opened, shining with determination.

"Man! What can I say! Mamba get out!" He took a deep breath and used all his strength to yell out the rearranged spell. His voice echoed in the store, as if an invisible force was stirring in the air.

This time, the miracle did not happen again. But on the contrary, an unprecedented wave of energy, centered on Commissioner Smith, exploded instantly. The energy was so strong that the entire store trembled, as if it was about to be torn apart.

And those Black Mamba basketball birds, under the impact of this energy, did not freeze or fall as before, but suddenly, their bodies began to expand and twist, and finally turned into a series of deafening explosions. Debris and black smoke filled the sky.

"This..." Commissioner Smith looked at everything in front of him in stunned silence. He had never seen such a tragic and strange sight. Those birds that were once alive and kicking were now nothing but remains and ashes all over the ground.

"We...we won?" a soldier asked in a trembling voice, with fear and disbelief in his eyes.

"Won? Maybe." Commissioner Smith's voice was low and complicated. He did not feel happy because of the victory, but his heart was filled with heaviness and doubt. He realized that although he had solved the immediate crisis, it might just have opened up another more terrifying and complicated situation.

Store clerks and customers fled the chaos one after another, their faces full of fear and uneasiness. Commissioner Smith stood alone, looking at the mess and black smoke on the ground, and fell into deep contemplation.

"What kind of power is this?" he murmured to himself, "Why is the spell taught by the old man so powerful and dangerous? What secrets are hidden behind these black mamba basketball birds?"

His mind was filled with questions and confusion, but he knew he had to find the answer as soon as possible. Otherwise, such a disaster is likely to happen again, with even more serious consequences.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, scattering some of the black smoke and ashes. Commissioner Smith's gaze passed through the smoke and landed on an inconspicuous corner. There was a piece of equipment that was blown beyond recognition. It was the electronic equipment that he had destroyed before. His heart moved, and he quickly walked over and took a closer look.

Although this equipment has been blown to pieces, Commissioner Smith can still vaguely see some clues. It is covered with complex circuits and symbols, and seems to be inextricably linked to the resurrection of those black mamba basketball birds.

"Could it be..." Commissioner Smith had a bold guess in his mind, "The reason why these birds are resurrected and out of control is because of this device? And that spell is the key to turning this device on or off? "

Thinking of this, he strengthened his determination. He must find the source and manufacturer of this device and uncover the truth of it all. Only in this way can we ensure that similar disasters will not happen again and protect more innocent people from harm.

Then, Commissioner Smith stood up, his eyes firm and decisive. He knew that the road ahead would be full of unknowns and dangers, but he was ready. He will use his wisdom and courage to pursue the truth hidden in the darkness and bring a glimmer of light and hope to the world.

Behind him, the furniture store that was blown to pieces seemed to have become a tombstone of this strange incident, forever remembering this thrilling experience. The wreckage and ashes of those Black Mamba basketball birds have become witnesses of this disaster, reminding people never to underestimate the power and danger of the unknown.

Commissioner Smith was about to turn around and leave the chaotic furniture store, his heart full of mixed emotions - both shock at the strange incident just now and anticipation of the truth about to be revealed. However, at this moment, a clerk suddenly appeared in front of him, his face full of dissatisfaction and anger.

"Mr. Commissioner, you can't just leave like this!" The clerk's voice was sharp and harsh. He pointed at the mess around him and continued, "Look here, these destroyed furniture, these scattered fragments, and How are you going to take responsibility for the innocent injured customers and employees?”

Commissioner Smith was stunned. He did not expect that he would be questioned so directly. He looked around, and indeed, the explosion just now not only destroyed those Black Mamba basketball birds, but also caused heavy damage to the entire store. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down the embarrassment and helplessness in his heart.

"I...I understand that I did bring about this disaster." Commissioner Smith's voice was a little hoarse. He lowered his head and tried to avoid looking directly at the clerk, "But please believe me, I didn't do it intentionally. I... …I’ll try to make up for it.”

However, the clerk didn't seem to buy it. His eyes were full of suspicion and dissatisfaction. "Try to make up for it? How do you plan to make up for it? With your promise or your title? Everything here is a real loss that needs real money to make up for it!"

Commissioner Smith felt embarrassed and helpless. He knew he couldn't calm the clerk's anger with words. He touched his pocket, hoping to find some cash to temporarily ease the embarrassing situation. But soon, he realized that he didn't carry much cash when he went out.

At this moment, his eyes fell on a small package he carried with him. It was some special items he had prepared for emergencies, including a concrete sample numbered 42. He was moved, and an absurd but solution idea emerged.

"Please... please listen to me." Commissioner Smith carefully took the concrete sample out of the package and handed it to the clerk with both hands. "I know this may sound absurd, but I don't have much cash on hand. However, this piece of concrete... although it looks ordinary, I actually brought it back from a very special place. It has unique physical and chemical properties. Maybe... maybe we can find a way to use its properties to repair the damage here."

The clerk widened his eyes and looked at the concrete sample in Commissioner Smith's hand with disbelief. He obviously didn't expect that the other party would take out such an incredible thing as compensation.

"Are you...are you kidding?" The clerk's voice trembled a little, "Using a piece of concrete to compensate for the loss here? This is simply an insult to us!"

"Please believe me, this is not a joke." Commissioner Smith's tone became extremely serious, "I know it sounds incredible, but I promise that the value of this concrete far exceeds its appearance. If...if you are willing to give me a little time, I may be able to prove it to you."

The clerk hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded. After all, he also knew that the man in front of him was extraordinary, and perhaps he really had some unknown secrets.

So, Commissioner Smith began to get busy. He used his professional knowledge and combined with the special properties of the concrete to design a complex repair plan. Although this plan seemed whimsical to many people, under his clever operation, it actually began to show results.

As time went on, the destroyed furniture gradually returned to its original state under the "magic" of concrete, and the scattered fragments were also cleverly spliced ​​together. Even the injured customers and employees were properly resettled and treated with the assistance of Commissioner Smith.

However, although Commissioner Smith successfully resolved the crisis at hand, he did not feel at ease at all. He knew that all this was only temporary. Although the concrete numbered 42 was magical, it could not really solve the secret behind the black mamba basketball birds. He had to move on and pursue the truth hidden in the darkness.

When everything was done, Commissioner Smith stood in front of the clerk again. He handed over a business card with his contact information and address. "If you need anything in the future or find any clues related to this incident, please be sure to contact me." He said sincerely, "I owe you a favor and I owe this store an explanation."

The clerk looked at Commissioner Smith's back as he left, with mixed feelings in his heart. He regretted the conflict just now, but was also impressed by the other party's sincerity and ability. He quietly put away the business card and secretly decided in his heart that if he really found any clues one day, he would notify the mysterious commissioner as soon as possible.

Commissioner Smith continued on his journey. His heart is full of doubts and uneasiness, but he also understands that only by bravely facing the unknown and danger can he uncover the secrets hidden in the darkness. He will use his wisdom and courage to protect the peace and tranquility of the world.