"Werewolves?"

Hoffa looked up in disbelief.

Between the swings of countless long legs, white and black, a roar came from the second floor.

I saw that in the middle of the hole that was smashed through the second floor, a sturdy figure two meters high appeared with heavy steps, it had a black wolf beast, green glowing eyes, the front of the wolf's snout was full of blood, plus its messy hair and sharp teeth and claws.

It's no different from the werewolf monsters I once saw in the movies.

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

"Die, Hagrid!"

After the werewolf cursed, it stood on the second floor, raised its gun and burst downstairs.

Da Da!!

Bullets flew everywhere, and in the chaos, the people in the bar screamed incessantly, and the dancers and customers scurried with their heads in their hands, and many people were shot and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, Hoffa stepped on the ground, and a stone wall was erected on the ground, blocking all the powerful bullets.

After a barrage of bullets, there were few people left in the bar, and moans and whispers wafted through the air.

Noble clutched his chest and poked his head out from behind the stone wall: "Put down the gun, Durant, I just want to talk to you!"

"We don't have anything to talk about!"

The werewolf spoke, "I warned you, don't come and get in my way!"

He then switched to a magazine and pulled the trigger again without hesitation.

Da-da-da-da!

Machine gun Spitfire.

The two of them retracted their heads behind the slate. The stone slab gradually became full of holes, and Hoffa's expressionless hands were crossed, and three stone walls were erected on the ground again.

Another shuttle of bullets is over!

There was a sound of changing magazines from the second floor, and Noble glanced at Hoffa, who nodded, and jumped out directly against the stone wall.

The werewolf saw that someone had jumped out, changed the magazine, and raised his gun to continue. However, the Thomson submachine gun suddenly softened and turned into a colorful viper, which opened its mouth and bit the werewolf's neck.

“shit！！”

The werewolf was frightened and raised his hand to shake the poisonous snake away.

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

Hoffa scurried up to the second floor in three steps and two steps, and in front of him was a smashed humanoid hole, which ran through four layers of wooden doors in a row. The dark shadow at the front flickered a few times before vanishing.

Jumping through three openings in the wall in a row, Hoffa came to the innermost darkroom on the second floor of the bar.

The smell of blood came in the air, and here he saw five or six young girls hanging from the beams of the house, with their arms tied, tied naked. They writhed desperately and struggled, and on the coffee table in front of the sofa, there was a disemboweled, wailing woman, her intestines flowing all over the ground, and she was hopeless.

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

He almost knew what was going on, and it seemed that Noble had just broken into the room while the wolf was eating, which caused a violent confrontation.

Fortunately, his concentration is now much higher than before, he pulled out a dagger without saying a word, stepped forward and squatted down, covered the mouth of the wailing woman, and whispered, "It's okay." ”

Then, he stabbed the woman in the heart, ending her life directly.

Then he broke the ropes of several hanging maidens in the room, ran again with his legs, and ran out of the window with the werewolf, pulling the rusted iron staircase and jumping onto the roof.

On the rooftops, werewolves are incredibly fast.

"Durant!"

Hoffa roared.

"Die, wizard!"

He was answered by an angry scolding, and a tin roof that was slashed across like a razor.

Hoffa turned to one side and let go of the sharp piece of iron.

The werewolf, on the other hand, used both hands and feet, and was already running on the roof with only a small dot left.

"Damn it!"

Hoffa looked behind him, and the wounded Noble was afraid that he would not be able to keep up. He immediately made up his mind, and with a shake of his right arm, the pointer on the glove turned, and the magic flowed from the glove to his whole body.

The electricity crackled, and in the activated state, he rose to the level of 1.8 meters, and then he stepped on the ground and ran at twice the speed of the time.

In one step, more than ten meters, a pair of footprints appeared on the tin roof that was stepped on.

Werewolf Durant looked back and saw the guy behind him chasing from the roof like a rocket, and roared:

"Where did you come from?"

There was no answer.

Durant jumped from the roof to the ground, and slipped into a small alley with his hands and feet. Was about to cross the narrow aisle in front and go to the other side of the complex.

However, at this moment, the alley in front of him seemed to have a life of its own, and the two houses were like the poles of a magnet, slamming shut.

The alley disappeared, and the road in front of it became a dead end.

The werewolf had no way to retreat and turned sharply.

I saw that at the mouth of the alley, the gray-haired man fell to the ground, smashed three stone bricks, and in the smoke and dust, a pair of golden dazzling eyes looked at him without blinking.

"Good evening. ”

The werewolf looked him up and down, the person who came was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was more than one meter seven tall, which should be considered tall among his peers. He wears a black leather coat, gray hair, and a pair of eyes that are peculiar as the yellow of a falcon.

"I know who you are! The partner Hagrid often mentions is actually you. Grindelwald students, disappeared for a year, and you actually came here. ”

A breath full of blood and shame sprayed on Hoffa's face, he looked up at the behemoth in front of him, a trace of disgust flashed on his face, and he said coldly and softly: "Generally speaking, those who mention this title will not end very well. ”

"Wouldn't it be too good?"

The werewolf laughed, and when he was done, he said hideously, "You are the legendary Mr. Bach." ”

"And you are the wolf of the East End, the ogre who lives in Paris. Hoffa said calmly.

"Hah"

The werewolf licked his lips and slowly straightened up. With the crackling of bones, he grew to a height of two and a half meters, and the white suit on his upper body was propped up high, which looked a little funny.

"We all have some" hiccupes. ”

The werewolf's razor-sharp claws rested lightly on Hoffa's chin: ". Let me count the defectors, school dropouts, and crazy Agmanis in your title. Your reputation outside isn't good, kid. ”

"What I've done has nothing to do with you. ”

Huo Fa slapped the other party's hand away and said lightly:

"I want you to give us back the stolen goods, so that what you've done doesn't seem to matter to me. ”

"Hmm~"

The werewolf pinched his chin and thought for a moment, seemingly earnest. Then, he lowered his head and grinned, "Then I'd rather enjoy it." ”

Rumble!!

With a loud bang, Hoffa flew upside down.

He smashed the glass window of the church behind him, rolled over a dozen times in a row, and smashed two beams with a click, stuck in the wall.

"You don't look good!"

The werewolf tugged at the ceiling and pounced like a gibbon.

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

"Tariko Skeya. ”

The transparent light shield appeared in the palm of his hand, and then the shield quickly expanded, and the running Durant slammed into the shield, which was bounced back against the wall, shattering a statue of the Virgin.

The shield vanished, but the rebounding impact didn't hurt the bones, and the werewolf shook his head as he got up, and pounced on it again.

Hoffa retracted his shield, sideways to dodge a lightning-fast grab, and then slammed a crisp punch into the back of the werewolf's head.

This punch was so powerful that it directly knocked down Durant and smashed it deep into the floor.

He didn't stop doing it, stepped on Durant's neck, rode on his back, raised his fist and slammed it down.

Boom!!

With just one punch, his head broke and his head flowed.

A flash of horror flashed in the werewolf's green eyes, and he jerked up his arms to break free of Hoffa's grasp.

Seeing the werewolf escape, Hoffa prepared to continue the pursuit.

But the werewolf in front of him, whose face was covered in blood, raised his arms, "Wait a minute. ”

"What. ”

"I throw in the towel. ”

The werewolf said without hesitation.

Hoffa, who had just warmed up, was stunned, and then, the werewolf took advantage of his stunned effort. He drew a pistol from his waist and aimed it at Hoffa, then ran away.

The moment he raised his hand, Hoffa turned his head, and the bullet floated past his head, grazing his face.

Then, the legs of the werewolf in the frenzy were grabbed by two stone hands growing on the ground, and he fell to the ground unexpectedly.

"Abominable"

The werewolf roared.

He twisted his waist and lay on the ground to shoot with his gun raised.

Bang bang bang!!

Five or six gunshots rang out in a row, and after that, the bullets ran out.

The smoke cleared, but the bullets hit the stone pillar, and the place where the young man was standing just now was empty.

Before he had time to think about where the other had gone, the werewolf gasped and tried to pull his leg out of the stone hand.

"Out of power?"

A rather calm voice came from behind him.

As soon as the werewolf turned around, the disappeared boy appeared behind him at some point.

He touched the wound on his face, stood beside Durant with a blank face, and kicked his pistol away.

"Still struggling?"

The werewolf on the ground slowly changed from a feeding state to a tattooed man in a suit and leather shoes, with blood-soaked brown hair, a thin body, and deep-set eye sockets, completely lost his original strength and hideousness.

"Wizard, it's really unfair, how old you are, this kind of talent. Damn it, why does God love you so much!"

"Love?"

Hoffa shook his head self-deprecatingly, noncommittal.

"You say love is love, what about my gun?"

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

The werewolf roared madly: "I have no grievances with you, and I have no enemies with you, nor have I provoked you"

"Still pretending to be stupid, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"Whew"

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

"Don't change the subject, what about guns?"

"I don't know, I don't know!!"

Before the words fell, every hand on the ground grew sharp nails, and the stabbing Durant screamed miserably.

"Don't do it, don't do it, there's something to say. ”

Hoffa stopped casting and took a step back.

Werewolf: "You let go of me first, let go of me, and you'll tell you." ”

Hoffa looked at himself with self-deprecation, he calmly leaned against the wall of the alley, and hugged his arms: "Okay, it seems that I can't let you speak, let him talk to you." ”

"Who?"

Durant, who was lying on the ground, was stunned.

"It's me, idiot!"

A voice of suppressed anger came from behind him.

As soon as Durant looked up, he saw a short man with a bandage on his chest holding his arm from the mouth of the alley, limping and panting into the church.

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

The injured Noble pulled out a pistol from his trouser pocket and looked at him with a cruel smile: "You can hide, Mr. Durant, as an intermediary, your legs and feet are too dexterous!"

As Noble spoke, the stone hands on the ground crawled all over Durant's body like wriggling vipers, as if to devour him on the ground.

Faced with the fate of being buried alive, Durant lowered his posture and whispered: "Noble, no matter what I did, it was not my intention, someone is deliberately instigating our relationship." I also have a hard time. ”

"yes?"

Noble sneered sarcastically: "More than a thousand alchemy weapons, ammunition and ammunition worth half a million francs, the weapons we delivered to you last time, where did you go?"

"As I said, the goods were robbed by someone else. ”

Durant struggled to argue.

"Bullshit!"

Noble roared and kicked the werewolf in the head.

"You're the boss of the East End three days after you disappeared with us, are you really stupid to me? Or are those missing Muggle girls no longer satisfying your appetite?"

Durant was stepped on by his boot and his head was on the ground and he couldn't answer. Hoffa, who was leaning against the wall and holding his arm, looked away, not wanting to look again.

Noble crushed it hard with his boots, his face shining with pleasure. "Let you steal Lao Tzu's things!"

"You let go first"

Durant roared hoarsely.

Noble lifted his foot a little. The werewolf lay on the ground, spitting blood bubbles from the corners of his mouth.

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

"Whew!"

Noble laughed angrily.

"What about the money?"

"Money money"

Durant struggled and said:

"Listen, Noble, give me a week. I just need a week to pay you back twice as much, okay?

Bang!

The answer was a scorching bullet casing bouncing up.

A bullet pierced his ear.

"Bastard"

The werewolf cursed angrily.

"It's too late to plead with your face torn like this. Noble held his pistol firmly: "Who did you sell our guns to?"

A hint of struggle flashed across Durant's face, but at the same time, the dense intertwined stone hands on his body were pulling him into the ground little by little.

Finally, Durant begged for mercy and said, "Imperial Wizards Association, I sold them to the Imperial Wizards Association." ”

Hoffa, who was playing with his nails, looked stunned.

Noble, who was holding the gun, changed his expression and roared in disbelief, "You're Grindelwald?"

"I'm not!" Durant screamed.

"I owe it to the association, and every month I have to rely on the medicine they give me to stay awake!

Seeing the murderous intent on Norber's face, the werewolf could no longer care about his dignity: "Listen, the person who took the goods is in Paris now, I can take you to him, kill one of them by surprise, and when the time comes, the money, the goods, all are yours!"

Both of them were silent.

The werewolf forced a smile and said, "Fuck the Wizarding Society, fuck Grindelwald, right?"

"Merlin's Beard"

Noble muttered, "You're such a wallhead. ”

After saying that, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

There were two gunshots banging.

The powerful alchemy pistol directly blasted the head of the werewolf in front of him into ketchup, spraying all over the wall.