Chapter 195

In an alley in New York, bazaar was unkempt and dressed in a dirty windbreaker. He leaned quietly against the wall. He was a living tramp. Anyone who saw him had to walk around.

You can't provoke the tramps of the United States, because you never know what these tramps did before and what earth shaking events they will do later.

For example, this is master Merlin's eldest disciple, an old monster who has lived for more than 1000 years. In a few minutes, he will seal the crazy seal of a passer-by who accidentally entered here into a small box. It's terrible to think about it.

However, a king said he dared to provoke, because he was also a kind of person who could not provoke. He was a well-known Chinese jumper in all heaven and all circles.

After going to the island country, you can also see how the island high school students can't provoke the law, and whether they are really so awesome.

A minute later, a middle-aged man with a pen made of crystal at the end in his hand wrote and drew in his book and entered the alley.

When he saw the tramp not far away, he immediately stopped, held his breath, and slowly turned back without hesitation.

"Here we are. Why don't you go now? Don't talk about it? " Gray appeared from behind, blocked his retreat and said with a smile.

"What are you doing? I'm just passing by. I'll call the police." The middle-aged mage was flustered in his heart and his face was flustered. It seemed that he had substituted himself into the role of ordinary passers-by and performed vividly.

"If you're an ordinary person, you'll pass by. Unfortunately, you're not an ordinary person. Don't act if your acting skills are so poor. How embarrassing is it to be exposed? Do you think so? " Gray took out a long gun from behind and gently wiped the gun head. "I'll give you another chance to talk well."

Basazze shook his head, came from behind and surrounded gray. He said faintly, "don't pretend in front of me. We know each other, foster!"

Damn it, didn't you look this way? Who wants to know you.

Foster immediately put on a surprised and happy smile, "bassaze, how could it be you? Sorry, I thought I met a gangster just now? I didn't expect it was you. Where have you been in the past ten years? "

But he leaned back against the alley and turned to them. He was on alert all over. He didn't look like an old friend when he met.

Although this can not achieve the most effective defense, it will not expose the back to anyone.

"I think you should know. After all, you came to me, didn't you?" Bassac sneered.

"No, I'm just passing by. I'm going home. My wife made me a steak. You talk slowly. I'll go first."

"There's no need to go back. We have a better place for you. We can cooperate with you to avoid suffering." Gray shook his head slightly and said that he had prepared the best service for him, but he had to check in with his bag.

"Don't go too far. I just came for a rich reward. I didn't think that if I really wanted to find you and let me go, it would be as if nothing had happened, and I wouldn't tell hoffs about you." Foster said quickly, asking for and.

Bazadze alone is enough to deal with him. Now there is another powerful little magician. How can he fight? Doesn't that want him to die?

He's just handling information, not to die.

It's enough nonsense for him to deal with a thousand year old monster. Now he's blocked by two people, so he won't work hard for a little magic material.

They both shook their heads and showed up. There's no reason to put you back. Isn't that stupid?

"I can make an oath never to tell you the news." Foster said anxiously, "otherwise, once something happens, hoffs will notice you. If you let me go, I'll never say anything. It's the best of both worlds, isn't it? "

Bazadze continued to approach, "if we don't want you to inform us, we don't take the initiative to come out. Why are we waiting for you here? Don't worry. I won't kill you. I'll let you out when this is over. "

"Are you really not afraid of me making noise? The big deal is to die together. " Foster was sweating anxiously. Which crystal pen did he hold? His face was fierce and weak.

Gray didn't want to talk too much nonsense, but basazze wanted to enlighten them with words and tell them that they would come out soon if they didn't resist.

But in the real situation, who will really be caught without resistance in the face of this situation?

As for whether there will be any noise, basazze has a crystal called silent boundary in his hand. As long as it is activated, the sound within the range of 50 meters can not be heard, just like isolating this place.

That's why he talked so much nonsense with him, otherwise he would have stolen behind his back... It's better to start first.

Seeing that their negotiation was not smooth, it was estimated that they would repeat the plot of the last time. Gray prepared early. As soon as he broke the cup, he came out with knives and axes and cut the man in front of him into meat and mud.

"It's arranged here..." before basazze finished his words, he saw Gray's body turned into a remnant, appeared in front of foster in the twinkling of an eye, and the long gun roared like a stick.

Obviously, this is still because of bazadze, otherwise he would not choose to fight, but choose to stab, and several transparent holes can be stabbed in him in an instant.

"You... Foster was surprised and angry. He never expected that this man would suddenly make a move when negotiating. It's really too careless. What about the etiquette between mages? Don't mages, professors and disciples teach etiquette now? Like a barbarian.

But no matter how angry he was, the long gun had been shot down. If he didn't resist, he might die here, so the crystal pen waved and a transparent magic shield blocked his head.

The magic shield was extremely tough. When it was shot with a long gun, it was only slightly deformed and successfully protected the mage below.

"Gray, you... I haven't finished yet." Bashadze said discontentedly, but his hands were not slow. As soon as he raised his hand, the lightning ball hit foster.

"It's shameless to fight two against one." Cried foster, blushing and holding up a shield again. He was extremely anxious. Defense was already his limit. There was no way to fight back. If he went on like this, he would lose sooner or later.

"Damn it, I knew I shouldn't be greedy for that material. Now I'll take my life in."

Just when he thought he would be in a stalemate, he saw that the little mage had a new action. While holding down the long gun, he kicked hard at his body.

Half kicked out, his feet lit a raging flame, and his lethality was even higher.

Originally, the main defense of the magic shield was concentrated on the top to resist the long gun. Gray's foot was a weak attack, which instantly broke the balance point of the magic shield, and then led to the fragmentation of the whole magic shield.

After the release of the magic shield, Gray's kick was not too heavy on him, but he still kicked him to the ground and screamed.

The magician's physical quality is quite good compared with ordinary people, but not with real soldiers. Foster felt that he had lost most of his life.

Can magic work like this? Foster's mind is full of question marks now. Although the mages of the United States emperor are all melee mages, they are melee casters. You can add a small amount of hand to hand combat. How can you put spell blessing on yourself? Too much!

Basazze came over, looked at the autistic foster, sighed, silently opened a wooden box and put it in.