Chapter 90

July 6.

Barcelona.

The last city on the journey.

After several days in the wilderness, Hoffa finally came to the end of his journey. As long as you step on the station of the city, the journey will come to an end.

Here, Hoffa can clearly see the towering Pyrenees Mountains in the distance and the white patches at the top of the mountains.

Outside the city, Hoffa saw patches of fences, surrounded by herds of cattle and horses,

some Gypsies camped under the trees, and liquor dealers hung boards and pulled up incomprehensible banners under the trees. Under the scorching sun, from time to time, some people dressed as riding Cowboys stopped in the shade, happily fighting for wine.

"Is there a festival here?" Hoffa asked sylby.

"Nothing." It was osivia who answered him, "don't go far with me. We'll go back to London as soon as we get the things."

Hoffa nodded, the destination of the journey, he did not think of any mistakes, can quickly complete this dangerous task, back to London, waiting for the start of school, that is naturally the best.

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as in Granada, there are also many posters here, and some symbols of the axis can be seen everywhere.

But the difference is that here, Hoffa saw a lot of workers set up gateposts at the intersection, blocking the streets on both sides.

a group of strong men wielding shovel to dig holes on the ground, digging holes, and striking the stake with force, and knock down every few meters. They all have their own numbers.

Hoffa didn't know what the Spaniards were doing. They looked as if they were preparing for some pre war fortifications. However, their happy faces didn't look like they were preparing for war.

Osivia walked past these people without squinting. Only when she saw the map of the street would she stop and wait for a moment.

The three were walking in the street when the music of clarinet, flute and drum came from far and near. The flute was clear and the drum was rumbling. Adults and children were walking and dancing behind the band.

Hoffa backed away from Silby, looking at the traditional costumes and drumming teams, full of wonder.

The group of people dancing through the street, the team went farther and farther, the music gradually disappeared.

"What are these people doing?"

So he turned to osivia and said, "do you know what's going on?"

Osivia shook her head. "I've never been here."

"Running bull Festival." Sylby gave Hoffa a feeble reply, "these people are having a holiday."

"Oh."

Hoffa muttered.

Although I know the city is having a holiday. However, I watched those people with red and yellow paint on their faces dancing and passing in front of me.

Hoffa always feels strange. There is always an inexplicable fanaticism in this city. This fanaticism permeates Hoffa's mental field from top to bottom, making it difficult for him to concentrate.

He felt like a virus that had intruded into the organism, staring in all directions.

This is the first time Hoffa has felt his mental field suppressed.

Hoffa turned around and no one was looking at him.

Strangely enough, he looked up at the sky.

The sun is dazzling, the clouds are blooming, and the sky is clear.

There are no exceptions.

"To the station." Hoffa took the map in osivia's hand and asked uneasily, "can you go faster?"

"Let him send a letter to the family first, and let them deliver the key." Osivia looked at Silby and said calmly.

"All right, post office." Sylby said succinctly, "I'll make a phone call."

Three people went to the location of the city post office. In this era, there is no such simple mobile phone as later generations, not even a push-button phone. The only thing in the post office is the old-fashioned turntable telephone in the museum.

The post office is very crowded. Soldiers and old men with bags are crowding around to post letters. In this era, ordinary people's social life is still dominated by letters.

Osivia didn't want to go into the post office full of big men, so she stood at the door waiting for Hoffa.

Fortunately, in this era, calling is the VIP business of the post office. The price is high. The conditions of the telephone counter are pretty good. There are two chairs.

Hoffa put Silby down, dialed a few numbers according to his instructions, and put the microphone in his ear.

When the call came through, Silby spoke French to the phone, and a respectful voice came from the other end.

Hoffa couldn't understand a word of what Silby had said.

Holding a microphone, he looked at osivia, who was waiting outside the post office. Osivia was also waiting for him.

Through the glass, Hoffa can see all kinds of people jumping behind osivia.

Children hold balloons, men beat drums, women spin with long skirts. There are also clowns with painted faces who bend their knees and dance exaggerativelyHoffa's ears were buzzing with noise, which made him feel dizzy and uncomfortable, as if he had been interfered by inexplicable radiation.

He shook his head and forced himself up.

Just then, through a glass, Hoffa saw a man in a very strange dress. He was wearing a suit and a crown, and separated the carnival crowd on the street.

Hoffa surprised, crown, suit?

Isn't this the man driving the car that I saw on the Moroccan street that night? Why is he here?

As he walked, he took out a huge revolver from his chest, pointed to osivia's back and pulled the trigger.

There's no sign.

It's a real killer.

Hoffa's face changed and the microphone fell off.

He almost roared out: "be careful!"

Osivia's side waist twisted like lightning, and the whole person moved three meters away.

With a touch of blood, the bullet fell and smashed the window of the post office.

The crowd in the post office was dumb for a second and then screamed. They scattered and fled.

In a flash of lightning, osivia swung his wand sideways and drew back an arc-shaped magic spell.

The man in the crown was whipped upside down, smashing the wall, and then osivia let out a shrill roar: "you?"

Boom!!

The man in the suit jumped out of the rubble and aimed again, unaffected. At the same time, he drew out a second revolver and aimed at Silby in the post office without looking.

Bang!!

He shot with both hands.

The flames were spewing.

Hoffa picked up Silby and the ghost wandered out of the post office.

The crowd who just had a carnival are now running away. The streets are in a mess. Balloons are trampled on the ground, trumpets and guitars fall on the ground, making a sharp friction sound.

The man in the suit turned his head and rushed to Hoffa, while osivia threw his magic wand: "drill your heart and wristbone!"

The red light flashed, and the man in the suit was hit by a shell. He flew more than 20 meters, smashed a glass and a wall, and made a big hole in the building in the distance.

Hoffa was tossed sideways by the crowd. He was not surprised. He rushed to ossivia, who was standing still, and grabbed her by the arm. "Ossivia, let's go."

But she was staring at a pair of green eyes, staring at the black hole of the building, said to Hoffa indifferently: "go to the station and wait for me."

While talking, the man in the suit came out of the broken building with calm mind, and his clothes were not in disorder.

Hoffa was stunned. He said angrily, "what are you thinking? We agreed to finish the task together! "

Osivia's expression was almost distorted and squeezed a few words from her teeth: "I said, go to the station and wait for me!"

Shit, what's going on?

The snake house witch, who has been calm for a long time, suddenly lost her mind. Hoffa turned around, picked up Silby and ran away. Behind him, osivia rushed to the man in the suit.

Sylby murmured and sighed, "hate..."

"don't talk, point the way."

"Left."

There was chaos, and Spanish police came on horseback from all directions, whistling and even shooting into the sky.

At such a chaotic moment, there were several transport planes in the air.

Then, the three shadows jumped directly from the plane and fell heavily on the ground. The whole ground was shaken three times and numerous cracks appeared.

In the shrill crowd, three more men in suits appeared, blocking Hoffa's way.

Hoffa was stunned by such a crazy appearance. He scolded: "where's Captain America?"

There was no answer.

The three killers converged and ran faster and faster, their eyes firmly fixed on Hoffa.

Hoffa directly disappeared in the same place, turned a corner and changed direction.

What's terrible is that this time, Hoffa uses the ghost walk, but they can still follow him firmly.

For the first time, the location of the ghost walk was deciphered. Hoffa couldn't figure out what was going on.

He can only give up the ghost walk which consumes a lot, and begin to transform the magic into life.

Between muscle expansion, Hoffa's speed began to increase.

But it's still not as fast as the three guys behind them. Their calves almost threw out the phantom. Hoffa estimated that their speed has been 40kmh.

At this time, there was a sudden explosion.

A cloud of gray smoke appeared over the theater opposite the square, which was like a blooming shrapnel.

Soon, another one rose, dragging a long blue smoke in the bright sun. When it exploded, there was a flash of dazzling light, and then another cloud of smoke appeared.Looking at the direction of fireworks rising in the sky.

A plan to escape appeared in Hoffa's mind. He asked Silby, "Hey, are there any cows on the bull run?"

"Of course." Said Silby.

So Hoffa ran to the place where the fireworks were blooming, and the three killers also followed him.

Gradually, the voice of the crowd rang out in Hoffa's ear, which began to hum like mosquitoes and flies, then opened like a torrent, and finally covered like an avalanche.

Turn a corner.

A black cheering crowd appeared in Hoffa's sight. Those people gathered behind the wooden fence on the street, waving flags and shouting. The inside three floors and the outside three floors were packed.

It's the audience watching the bull running ceremony.

Want to squeeze in?

No way. There are too many people.

A couple of killers behind him are fast approaching.

Hoffa quickly turned his eyes, grasped Silby's arm, then jumped up, directly stepped on the shoulders of the crowd, and ran left and right on the shoulders and heads of the crowd.

Some people's high hats were crushed by him, and some people's beer bottles were trampled off by him.

His behavior angered the audience who participated in the festival.

"Hey! What are you doing, asshole? "

"Son of a bitch, show me some respect!"

Hoffa didn't understand what they were scolding or apologizing.

In the roar of a group of spectators, he jumped off the guardrail and came to the main street of the bull Festival.