Chapter 203

"Werewolf?"

Hoffa raised his head in disbelief.

There was a roar from the second floor among the countless white or black long legs.

In the middle of the hole on the second floor, a two meter tall figure appeared with heavy steps. It had black wolf, green eyes, and blood in front of the kiss. In addition, it had messy hair and sharp teeth and claws.

It's no different from the werewolf monsters you've seen in movies.

The only difference is that he was wearing a white suit, hunched back and holding a huge Thomson submachine gun.

"Go to hell, Hagrid!"

After the werewolf scolded him, he stood on the second floor, raised his gun and burst out downstairs.

Dada dada!!

Bullets flying, chaos, the bar people scream constantly, dancers and customers scurry, many people are shot to the ground.

Suddenly, Hoffa stepped on the ground and put up a stone wall to block all the powerful bullets.

After a round of bullets, there were few people in the bar, and there were groans and low cries in the air.

"Put down your gun, Durant, I just want to talk to you!" he said

"We have nothing to talk about!"

The wolf said, "I warned you, don't hinder me!"

Then he put on his clip and pulled the trigger again without hesitation.

Dada dada!

Machine gun fire.

They retracted their heads back behind the slate. The slate was gradually riddled with holes. Hoffa's hands crossed without expression, and three stone walls were erected on the ground again.

Another round of bullets!

On the second floor, there was the sound of changing the cartridge clip. Norbert winked at Hoffa. Hoffa nodded and jumped out directly against the stone wall.

The werewolf saw that someone jumped out, changed the clip, raised the gun and wanted to continue. However, the Thomson submachine gun suddenly softened and turned into a beautiful snake. The snake opened its mouth and bit the werewolf's neck.

“shit！！”

Startled, the werewolf raises his hand and shakes the snake away like an electric shock.

Then he went through the hole without looking back, and began to run out of the window with hands and feet.

Hoffa rushed to the second floor in three or two steps. In front of him was a broken hole in the shape of a man, which ran through the four story wooden door. The black shadow at the front flickered a few times and disappeared.

Skipping three holes in the wall, Hoffa came to the darkroom on the second floor of the bar.

The smell of blood came from the air. Here, he saw five or six girls hanging on the beams with their arms tied naked. They struggled desperately. On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there was a woman who had been ripped and was wailing. Her intestines were all over the floor. It seemed that she could not be saved.

Seeing this scene in the darkroom, Hoffa covered his mouth and almost didn't spit it out.

He almost knew the cause and effect. It seems that nobo just broke into the room while the wolf was eating, which triggered a fierce conflict.

Fortunately, his concentration is much higher than before. Without saying a word, he pulled out a dagger, squatted forward, covered the mouth of the wailing woman, and said in a low voice, "it's OK."

Then, he stabbed the woman's heart and ended her life directly.

Then he broke the ropes of several girls hanging in the room, ran again, followed the werewolf out of the window, pulled the rusty iron stairs and jumped onto the roof.

On the roof, werewolves are very fast.

"Durant!"

Hoffa roared.

"Go to hell, wizard!"

The answer was a curse, and a razor like iron roof.

Hoffa turned aside and let go of the sharp sheet.

The werewolf, on the other hand, had only a small spot left on the roof.

"Damn it

Hoffa looked behind him. I'm afraid the injured Norbert can't keep up. He made up his mind at once, his right arm swayed, the pointer on the glove turned, and the magic flowed from the glove to his whole body.

The electric current flashed, and in the active state, his figure rose to 1.8 meters. Then he stepped on the ground and ran at twice the speed.

Step more than ten meters, a pair of footprints appear on the iron roof.

Durant, the werewolf, looked back and saw the guy behind him who was catching up from the roof like a rocket. He growled:

"where did you come from?"

There was no answer.

Durant jumped from the roof to the ground and got into an alley with both hands and feet. I'm going to go through the narrow corridor to the other side of the complex.

However, at this time, the alley in front of him seemed to have a life. The two houses, like the poles of a magnet, closed with a bang.The lane disappeared and the road in front of it became a dead end.

The werewolf had no way to go back, and turned abruptly.

At the entrance of the alley, the gray haired man fell to the ground and broke three stone bricks. In the smoke, a pair of golden piercing eyes looked at him without blinking.

"Good evening."

The werewolf looked up and down at him. He was about 15 or 16 years old and was more than 1.7 meters tall. Among his peers, he should be tall. Wearing a black fur coat, with gray hair, and a pair of peculiar yellow eyes like falcon.

"I know who you are! Grey hair, golden eyes. You're the partner Hagrid always mentions. The students of greendevo, disappeared for a year, and you came here. "

He looked up at the behemoth in front of him. There was a trace of disgust on his face. He said in a cold, soft voice: "generally speaking, those who mention this title don't come to a good end."

"Not so good?"

The werewolf laughed. After laughing, he said, "you are the legendary Mr. Bach."

"And you are the wolf of the east end, the ogre of Paris." Hoffa said calmly.

"Ha..."

the werewolf licked his lips and straightened up slowly. Bone crackling, he grew to the height of 2.5 meters, the upper part of the white suit was propped high uplift, looks funny.

"We all have" little problems. "

The werewolf's razor sharp claws fell lightly on Hoffa's chin. Let me count your titles... Defector, dropout, crazy agamanis. You don't have a good review outside, kid. "

"What I did has nothing to do with you."

Hoffa patted his opponent's hand away and said faintly:

"I hope you can return the stolen goods to us, so what you have done seems to have nothing to do with me."

"Um ~"

the werewolf pinched his chin and seemed to think seriously for a moment. Then he bowed his head and grinned, "I'd rather enjoy it."

Boom!!

With a loud bang, Hoffa flew backwards.

He smashed the glass window of the church behind him, rolled for more than ten times, smashed two beams with a click, and got stuck in the wall.

"You don't look so good either!"

The werewolf pulls the ceiling and pours like a gibbon.

With fangs and claws in the air, Hoffa slowly got up from the ground, twisted his neck and raised his right hand.

"Tarico skita."

The transparent light shield appeared in his palm, and then the shield expanded rapidly. The runaway Durant bumped into the shield and was bounced back on the wall, smashing a statue of the Virgin Mary.

The shield disappeared, but the impact of the rebound didn't hurt the bones and muscles. The werewolf got up, shook his head, and used his hands and feet to jump on it again.

Hoffa took off his shield, sidestepped to avoid a lightning stroke, and then hit the werewolf on the back of the head with a clean punch.

This fist was powerful and deep, and it directly threw Durant into the floor.

He did not do two, stepped on Durant's neck, rode on his back, raised his fist and hit heavily.

Dong!!

With one punch, the head is broken.

There was a flash of fear in the green eyes of the werewolf. He suddenly raised his arms and broke free from Hoffa's control.

Seeing the werewolf escape, Hoffa is ready to pursue.

But the blood covered Werewolf in front of him raised his arms and said, "wait a minute."

"Why."

"I give up."

Said the werewolf without hesitation.

Just warming up, Hoffa was stunned, and then the werewolf took advantage of his amazing Kung Fu. He drew a pistol from his waist, aimed it at Hoffa, and then ran away.

As soon as he raised his hand, Hoffa turned his head, and the bullet floated past his head and scratched his face.

Then, the wolf's legs were seized by two stone hands growing on the ground, and he fell to the ground unexpectedly.

"Damn..."

the werewolf roared hoarsely.

He twisted his waist, lay on the ground, raised his gun and shot.

Bang bang!!

There were five or six shots in a row, and then the bullets were finished.

The smoke dispersed, but the bullets hit the stone pillar. The position where the boy just stood was empty.

There was no time to think about where the other party had gone. The werewolf gasped and tried to pull his leg out of the stone's hand.

"No skill?"

A rather calm voice came from behind him.

As soon as the werewolf turns around, the disappearing teenager does not know when to appear behind him.

He touched the wound on his face, stood beside Durant without expression, and kicked off his pistol."Still struggling?"

On the ground, the werewolf slowly changed from a eating state to a tattooed man in a suit and shoes. He had brown hair soaked in blood. He was thin, with sunken eyes. He was not as strong and ferocious as he had been at the beginning.

"Wizard, it's really... It's unfair. How old are you? This talent. Damn, why does God love you so much! "

"Love?"

Hoffa shook his head in self mockery, noncommittal.

"If you say love, love. Where's my gun? "

" what gun, I don't know what you're talking about! "

The werewolf roared madly: "I have nothing to do with you, and I haven't provoked you..."

"still pretending to be stupid, are you not afraid that I will kill you?"

"Hoo... Hoo..."

Durant gasped and sneered, "I know you, Mr. Bach, you... You don't kill people, do you?"

"Don't change the subject. Where's the gun?"

"Don't know is don't know...!"

Words did not fall, each hand on the ground grew a sharp nail, the thorn Durant screamed.

"Don't move. Don't do it. There's something to say."

Hoffa stopped casting and stepped back.

Werewolf: "you first let me go, let me go, you will tell you."

He leaned calmly against the wall of the alley and held his arm: "OK, it seems that I can't make you speak. Let him talk to you well."

"Who?"

Durant, lying on the ground, was stunned.

"It's me, fool!"

A voice of suppressed anger came from behind him.

Durant looked up and saw a stout man with a bandage on his chest come into the church, limping and panting, holding his arm from the alley.

Durant, lying on the ground, struggled like crazy: "Hagrid...!"

The injured Norbert drew a pistol from his trouser pocket and looked at him with a grim smile: "it's very dodgy, Mr. Durant. As an intermediary, your legs and feet are very handy."

When Norbert spoke, the stone hands on the ground, like creeping snakes, bit by bit covered Durant's whole body, as if to swallow him into the ground.

Facing the possibility of being buried alive, Durant said in a low voice: "no matter what I've done, it's not my intention. Someone is deliberately instigating our relationship. I have a problem, too. "

"Yes?"

Norbert sneered sarcastically: "more than a thousand alchemy weapons, ammunition worth 500000 francs, the weapons we delivered to you last time, where have you shipped them?"

"As I said, the goods were robbed."

Durant struggled to defend.

"Bullshit!"

Norbert growls and kicks the Werewolf in the head.

"Three days after you disappeared with our goods, you became the boss of the east side. Do you really think I'm stupid? Or are those missing Muggle girls not enough to satisfy your appetite? "

Durant was trampled on by his boots and his head was on the ground, unable to answer. Hoffa, leaning against the wall with his arms in his arms, did not want to look again.

Norbert's boots ran hard over it, and his face sparkled with pleasure. "Let you steal from me!"

"Let go first..."

Durant roared hoarsely.

Norbert raised his foot a little. The werewolf was lying on the ground with blood bubbles in his mouth.

After vomiting for a long time, he said, "I sold them."

"Chi...!"

Norbert laughed angrily.

"And the money?"

"Money... Money..."

Durant said difficultly:

"listen, Norbert, give me a week. I only need a week, how much money do I owe you, double back, OK? You kill me now, you get nothing! "

Bang!

The answer was a hot shell that bounced up.

A bullet went through his ear.

"Asshole..."

the werewolf yelled.

"It's a bit too late to come and plead with me when my face is torn like this." "Who did you sell our guns to?" Norbert held the pistol firmly

Durant's face flashed a struggle, but at the same time, the dense stone hands on his body were pulling him into the ground a little bit.

Finally, Durant pleaded for mercy and said, "the imperial wizard Association, I sold them to the imperial wizard Association."

Hoffa, playing with his nails, was stunned.

Norbert, with the gun in his hand, changed his face. He couldn't believe it. He growled, "you're from grindevoir?"

"I'm not!" Durant screamed.

"I owe it to the association. Every month I rely on the medicine they give me to keep awake! That's it! "Seeing that Norbert's face is full of killing intention, the werewolf no longer cares about his dignity: "listen, the man who takes the goods is in Paris now. I can take you to find him and kill them by surprise. At that time, the money and goods are all yours!"

Both of them are silent.

The werewolf said with a forced smile, "go to the goddamn wizarding Association, go to the goddamn greendevo, right?"

"Merlin beard..."

Norbert murmured, "you're such a wallflower."

Then he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

With two bangs.

The powerful alchemy pistol blasted the werewolf's head in front of him into ketchup, splashing all over the wall.