Chapter 91

Just jumped on the street.

In the sky, a hundred flowers are singing together. Innumerable skyguns rose from nowhere and exploded in the air.

With the sound, all the balconies were suddenly filled with people, they cheered and yelled.

Then, behind Hoffa came the rumbling of footsteps.

A corner.

Two corners.

Three corners.

All of a sudden, there was a huge crowd. They ran just like the rabbit that was chased by the dog, and then there were a few left behind who were running recklessly.

Moo!!

With a fierce cry, a group of strong bulls rushed to Hoffa from the streets and alleys with hundreds of people.

Their hooves soared in the air, their heads swayed up and down, and their running figures disappeared at the corner. Like a locomotive into the street.

A man fell to the ground, rolled into the ditch and lay still. But the cattle ignored him and rushed forward. They ran by in groups.

At the moment, banners were pulled up among the wooden piles, and countless men and women crowded behind the railings, holding wine glasses and shouting madly.

Hoffa turned around and saw that several killers were coming from outside the crowd, and the crowd could not stop them.

They are as firm as a rock and will never stop until they reach their goal.

Looking at the three men who were chasing him, Hoffa gritted his teeth, turned and rushed to the running crowd. He wanted to use the running bull and the crowd to get rid of the killer.

At the moment, more and more people are pouring out from the streets. They are pushing and shoving along the street to the bullring, and the atmosphere is becoming more and more frenzied.

In line of sight, Hoffa saw a raging bull catch up with the crowd, and in an instant he knocked down seven or eight people.

Rao shihuofa has been psychologically prepared, but he is still frightened by this amazing scene.

Who invented this crazy sport? He doesn't know, but now he is rushing to the crowd.

At this moment, the voice of the Spanish people who were watching began to become frightened, because in their sight, when all the people were chasing by the cattle, there was a young man who ran against the running crowd.

What are you doing here?

Are you looking for death?

Nearby, some men yelled anxiously, some women screamed and covered their eyes.

Hoffa turned a deaf ear. He looked at the killers outside the crowd with one eye and the dark crowd with the other.

It's close.

Closer!

He could see all the fear on the faces of the strong men, and the tendons of the African bulls. Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and he could hear his heart beating vigorously.

He could taste the saltiness of sweat dripping from his forehead. The speed seems to be very slow, but in fact it is very fast.

Distance: 10M

5m

1m

boom!

Behind him, the three pursuers smashed the wooden fence and without hesitation raised their pistols and aimed at Hoffa.

Bang bang!!

The gun just started.

Hoffa then head-on bumped into the tide of cattle and people, disappeared in the material world.

But the three killers couldn't dodge and were directly engulfed by the crowd and cattle.

Beside Hoffa's ears was the roaring air, and in his eyes were the Gray figures flashing fast.

After the ghost walk, Hoffa emerged from the end of the crowd. In front of him is a wide inner city river. There are some stakes and boats in the river.

He kept on running. He made several quick jumps, stepped on the wooden piles in the river, sometimes jumped into the boat, sometimes climbed on the wooden piles. Finally, he stepped on the two bluestones in the river, jumped high, and climbed on the edge of the stone on the other side of the river with one hand.

The noise stopped.

They came to the other side of the city, and entered the old city full of red walls and orange tiles. As everyone ran to see the bullfight, the old city seemed very quiet.

Hoffa's chest heaved and puffed, and he turned around. At this moment, the voice of the crazy bull festival was faint, and the three men who were chasing him were missing.

Standing on the Bank of the river, looking at the flowing water, Silby suddenly said with emotion, "I'll give you more money. There's no doubt that I'm paying you too little."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Hoffa said coldly that he didn't mean to be happy at all. The ubiquitous sense of oppression didn't disappear. His mental field still can't extend far in this city.

A thick cloud of smoke rose in the distance, and several rows of transport planes kept circling in the air.

"Is it OK not to go to the station?" Thinking for a moment, Hoffa asked, "I'll send you back from other places, by boat, by plane, whatever."

Sylby nodded and shook his head again. "Go and have a look and make a decision. After all, it's not my business."

.........

half an hour later, Hoffa stealthily took Silby through the old city and came to the end of the journey.

Santz station in Barcelona.

Hoffa slowed down.

Because he was shocked by what he saw.

There are dilapidated buildings all around. The ground is full of glass debris and stones. Some bodies are inexplicably hanging high. Some of them are wrapped around the broken antenna, and their bodies are crackling with electric sparks.

Some people were directly smashed into the wall by the giant force, and their bodies were twisted.

Dozens of vehicles were knocked down and countless soldiers' bodies fell to the ground. There are the German army, the Western army, and some German witches and construction witches who can't see their true colors.

Hoffa bent down and picked up a broken stick. It was a broken wand.

The owner of the wand, however, is now hanging lifelessly on the barrel of a tank.

Chaos.

It's a terrible mess.

There is no doubt that a fierce battle has just taken place here. Hoffa shook his head to wake up from the shock.

We have to go.

In stealth, Hoffa strode through the rolling smoke. Trying to get out of this land of right and wrong.

But just through the smoke, the next scene makes Hoffa's scalp numb and his pupils shrink to the size of a needle tip.

In front of him was a mountain, a hillside made of corpses. The bodies were all dressed in black suits and exposed with black joints shining with metallic light.

Osivia.

At the moment, she stood alone in a sea of corpses nearly ten meters high, showing a state of half human and half snake. Her huge snake's tail was covered with scars and blood, and nearly half of her scales fell off.

There are also a large number of Muggle soldiers on the ground, the bodies of ordinary women and children. The blood flowed everywhere, and its shape was terrible.

Osivia saw Hoffa and she turned her head. On weekdays, the green eyes began to glow faintly.

"What on earth happened!"

Hoffa is terrified. Has osivia been killing these people?

She didn't answer, but covered her bloody arm and glided down from the corpse mountain slowly.

More than three meters high, his huge body looked down at Silby, hoarse and cold, and asked, "where is the key?"

Sylby shook his head and looked around at the sea of corpses.

"Maybe one of these people is my family's assistant, but you have killed them."

Osivia bent down, reached out and lifted sylby up from Hoffa's back. "It wasn't me who killed them. Where's the key?"

As she spoke, several transport planes circled in the sky.

Countless figures jumped from the plane and crashed to the ground, surrounded the station and raised their heads.

Everyone's eyes are as hot and bright as a torch.

Step by step, they surrounded Hoffa and osivia.

Hoffa turned his head anxiously: "it's time for us to go!"

But osivia didn't feel it. Her voice was as cold as iron: "hand it in."

With a sarcastic look on his face, Silby shook his head. "Give up. I won't let anyone into the library."

"Go Hoffa looked at the approaching figures and yelled, "what are you dallying with?"

Osivia: aren't you afraid I'll kill you? "

" your father died to keep a secret. Do you think I would be afraid of death? " Sylby said faintly.

As he finished, a road slowly separated from the crowd with red eyes around him. The man with the golden crown appeared at the railway station. He raised a black gun and pointed at Silby in the middle of the crowd.

With his action, all the people around raised their guns neatly.

Osivia turned her head and fixed her eyes on the crown man in the crowd, with hatred in her eyes.

Pop!!!

Her face suddenly tilted to one side, with five bright red fingerprints on it. Hoffa jumped up and slapped the schoolgirl in the face: "crazy you!"

He grabbed osivia's collar and said, "or do you think you can't understand people and you can't say something in another place?"

Osivia covered her face and looked at Hoffa in disbelief, but her red eyes slowly came back to light.

At that moment, all the guns around fired.

She grabbed Hoffa's shoulder and felt the magic wave. Hoffa felt that his whole body was squeezed into a rubber pipe, and the terrible suffocation came. Some peeled pieces swished past my ears.

...

...

the next second, the sense of squeezing disappeared.

Large streams of salty air poured into Hoffa's nose.

When he opened his eyes again, osivia took him to the beach in Barcelona, far away from the city.Here the sea breeze bursts, the sea is dotted with pieces of white sails. Seagulls are singing in the sky, and the blue water is surging on the white beach.

The atmosphere was peaceful and peaceful, in sharp contrast to the frenzied chaos before.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, his heart pounding, and he touched his forehead.

It's all cold sweat.

You can see the smoke rising from the city of Barcelona from a distance. Who can imagine what kind of madness that city is experiencing.

Osivia is a crazy woman.

He looked sideways at the witch, who was staring at herself, and Hoffa had never seen that expression on her face.

It's a mixture of despondency and helplessness, and total confusion.

"Forget it, it's all over." Hoffa sighed, "go back to London first."

He grabbed Silby's arm on his shoulder and tried to put him back on the ground.

However, at this time. There was a touch of warmth on his shoulder. The warmth soaked his clothes.

Hoffa felt something was wrong.

As he turned his head, Silby on his back was looking at himself with a smile. Blood gushed out of his mouth.

The ominous premonition enveloped Hoffa like a tide.

He was so excited that he decided to put Silby on the beach and look down.

Behind Silby, there are bullet holes.

He was riddled with bullet holes.

Hoffa stood up abruptly, almost gasping. Looking at his hands, the blood on the back of his hands was dazzling. He stepped back two steps, a little dizzy.

When did it happen?

The moment when the phantom moved?

As if he remembered something, he quickly squatted down and caught Silby.

"Hello

"Hello

Sylby shook his head twice and stared straight at Hoffa: "thank you..."

then he passed Hoffa's arm and plopped down on the beach with his eyes wide open.

Blood from his body diffuse out, mixed with the tide, surging between the sea.

For a long time, Hoffa forgot to speak.