Just jumped out onto the street.

In the sky, a hundred flowers are singing. Countless cupola cannons rose out of nowhere, and exploded in the air.

With this explosion, all the balconies were suddenly filled with people, who cheered and shouted.

Immediately after, there was the sound of rumbling footsteps behind Hoffa.

A corner.

Two corners.

Three corners.

Suddenly, a large number of black-pressed crowds appeared. They ran like rabbits being chased by dogs, and then a few more stragglers ran desperately.

Moo!!

With a menacing roar, a herd of sturdy bulls drove hundreds of people from the streets and alleys towards Hoffa.

Their hooves soared into the air, their heads shook up and down, and their galloping figures disappeared around the corner. Rushed into the street like a locomotive.

One man fell to the ground, rolled into a ditch, and lay motionless. But the herd ignored him and rushed forward. Running through in groups.

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

Hoffa turned his head to see that several killers had also rushed over to the periphery of the guardrail crowd, and the crowd of onlookers couldn't stop them in the slightest.

They are as resolute as a rock, and they will not give up until they achieve their goal.

Looking at the three men chasing him, Hoffa gritted his teeth, turned and rushed towards the crowd that was running wildly, he wanted to use the running bull and the crowd to get rid of the killer.

At this moment, more and more people poured out of the streets and alleys, and they rushed down the street to the bullring, and the atmosphere became more and more frenzied.

In his sight, Hoffa saw a furious bull catch up with the crowd and knock down seven or eight people in an instant.

Rao is Hofa was mentally prepared, but he was still frightened by this amazing scene.

He didn't know who invented this crazy sport, but he was now rushing towards the running crowd.

At this moment, the cries of the Spaniards who were watching began to become frightened, because in their sight, when everyone was running wildly being chased by the bulls, there was a young man with a man on his back, who actually rushed forward against the crowd without dodging.

What is this doing?

Are you looking for death?

Beside them, some men shouted anxiously, and some women covered their eyes screaming.

Hoffa turned a deaf ear, one eye on the killer outside the crowd, the other at the black crowd.

It's close.

It's closer!

The horror on the faces of those galloping strong men was visible to him, and the tendons on the bodies of those African bulls could be seen clearly. Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and he could hear his heart pounding vigorously.

He could taste the saltiness of the sweat dripping from his forehead in his mouth. It may seem like a very slow speed, but it is actually unspeakably fast.

Distance 10 meters

5 meters

1 meter

Rumble!

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

Bang bang bang!!

Shots rang out.

Hoffa crashed head-on into the tidal waves of cattle and crowds and disappeared into the material world.

The three killers were unable to dodge and were directly engulfed by the crowd and the herd.

Hoffa's ears were whistling air, and his eyes were gray-white figures flashing rapidly.

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

He ran without stopping, he jumped a few times, jumped on the stakes in the river, sometimes jumped into the boat, sometimes climbed the stakes, and finally, he stepped on the two bluestones in the river and jumped high, and with one hand climbed the stone edge on the other side of the river, and climbed to the opposite bank.

The hustle and bustle stopped.

They came to the other side of the city, into the old town, which was full of red walls and orange tiles, and because everyone ran to watch the bullfight, the old town seemed strangely quiet.

Hoffa's chest rose and fell, and he turned around panting, and at this moment, the sound of the frenzied Running of the Bulls was already inaudible, and the three men who were chasing him were nowhere to be found.

The two stood on the bank of the river, looking at the flowing river, and Sylby suddenly said with emotion: "I want to add money to you, there is no doubt that the salary I give you is too little." ”

"Don't talk nonsense. ”

Hoffa said coldly, not happy at all, the ubiquitous sense of oppression had not disappeared, and his spiritual force field still couldn't extend too far in this city.

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

"Is it okay not to go to the station?" said Hoffa, after a moment's thought, "I'll send you back from somewhere else, by boat or plane." ”

Sylby nodded, then shook his head again, "Let's take a look, take a look before making a decision, after all, that's not my business alone." ”

......

......

Half an hour later, the stealthy Hoffa led Sylby through the old town to the end of the journey.

Sanz station in Barcelona.

Hoffa slowed down.

Because the sight before him shocked him.

I saw that there were dilapidated buildings everywhere, the ground was full of glass slag and stones, some corpses were inexplicably hanging high places, and some were wrapped around the broken antennas, and their bodies were crackling and shining with electric sparks.

Some of them were smashed into the wall with great force, and their bodies were twisted.

Dozens of vehicles were knocked to the ground, and the bodies of countless soldiers fell to the ground. There were the German army, the Western army, and some German wizards and constructors who couldn't see their true faces.

Hoffa bent down and picked up a broken stick, a broken wand.

And the owner of the wand is now lifeless hanging from the barrel of a tank.

Confusion.

Extreme chaos.

There is no doubt that a terrible battle has just taken place here. Hoffa shook his head, recovering from the shock.

Gotta go.

As he stealth, Hoffa strode through billowing smoke. Trying to get out of this land of right and wrong.

But as soon as he passed through the smoke, the next scene made Hoffa's scalp tingle, and his pupils shrank to the size of a pinpoint.

There was a mountain in front of him, a hillside made of corpses. The corpses were all dressed in black suits, with black joints that shimmered with metallic light.

Osivia.

At this moment, she was standing alone in the sea of blood of the corpse mountain at a height of nearly ten meters, showing a half-human, half-snake state. Her massive snake tail was covered in scars and blood, and nearly half of its scales had been lost.

There were also a large number of Muggle soldiers, the corpses of ordinary women and children on the ground. Blood was everywhere, and it was horrific to see.

Ossivia saw Hoffa, and she turned her head. The green eyes on weekdays actually began to glow faintly red.

"Exactly, what happened!?"

Hoffa was horrified, could it be that Ossivia had been slaughtering these people?

She didn't answer, just covered her bloodied arms and slowly slid down the mountain of corpses.

The huge body that was more than three meters tall looked at Sylby condescendingly, and asked hoarsely and coldly, "The key, where is it?"

Sylby shook his head and looked at the mountains of corpses and blood around him.

"One of these people, maybe one of them is my family's answer, but you have killed him. ”

Ossivia bent down, reached out and lifted Sylby from Hoffa's back, and held it high: "It wasn't me who killed them, where is the key?"

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

Countless figures jumped from the plane,

Boom slammed to the ground, firmly surrounding the station, and raised his head.

Everyone's eyes are as hot and bright as torches.

Step by step, they surrounded Hoffa and Osivia.

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

Ossivia didn't realize it, her voice was as cold as iron: "Hand it over." ”

Sylby looked sarcastic and shook his head, "Die, I'm not going to let anyone into the library." ”

"Let's go!" shouted Hoffa, looking at the figures that were getting closer, "What are you rubbing?"

Osivia: "You're not afraid I'll kill you?"

"Your father died to keep it a secret, and you think I'm going to be afraid of death?" Sylby said lightly.

After he finished speaking, the red-eyed crowd around him slowly parted a road, and the man with the golden crown appeared at the train station, he raised a black gun and pointed it at Sylby in the center of the crowd.

With his movements, everyone around him raised their guns in unison.

Ossivia turned her head and stared at the crown man in the crowd, the hatred in her eyes almost monstrous.

Syllable!!!

Her face was suddenly crooked to the side, and there were bright red finger prints on it, and Huo Fa jumped high and slapped this senior sister in the face: "Crazy you!"

He grabbed Osvia's collar suddenly: "Or do you mean that you can't understand people's words, and you can't say something in another place?"

Ossivia covered her face and looked at Hoffa in disbelief, but her reddened eyes slowly regained their clarity.

At this moment, all the surrounding guns opened fire in unison.

She grabbed Hoffa's shoulder, and in the midst of the violent fluctuations of her mana, Hoffa felt her whole body squeezed into a rubber pipe, and a terrible feeling of suffocation hit her. Some peeled pieces whizzed past the ear.

......

......

In the next second, the squeezing sensation disappeared.

A large stream of salty air poured into the tip of Hoffa's nose.

When he opened his eyes again, Ossivia led him to the beach in Barcelona, far from the city.

The sea breeze is gusting here, and the sea is dotted with white sails. Seagulls chirp in the sky and turquoise waters swell across the white sand.

The atmosphere was peaceful and serene, in stark contrast to the crazy chaos that preceded it.

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

It's all cold sweat.

With smoke rising from the distance in the city of Barcelona, who could have imagined what kind of madness that city was experiencing.

Osivia is a crazy woman.

He looked sideways at the witch, who was looking at him in a daze, and Hoffa had never seen that look on her face.

It was a mixture of frustration and helplessness with complete confusion.

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

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

However, at this time. But there was a hint of warmth on his shoulders. The warmth soaked through his clothes.

Hoffa sensed something was wrong.

He turned his head, and Sylby on his back was smiling at him. Streams of blood spilled out of his mouth.

A sense of foreboding enveloped Hoffa like a tidal wave.

He was so agitated that he decisively put Sylby on the beach and leaned over to take a look.

Behind Sylby, there were bullet holes.

The bullet holes were so dense that they completely smashed him into a sieve.

Hoffa stood up abruptly, barely catching his breath. Looking at the hands, the blood on the back of the hands was a little dazzling. He took two steps back, his head a little dizzy.

This is...... When was this?

A moment of apparition?

As if remembering something, he quickly crouched down and grabbed Sylbie.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

Sylby shook his head twice and stared straight at Hoffa, "Thank you..."

Then, with his body slicing across Hoffa's arm, he fell to the beach with a thud, his eyes wide.

Blood poured out from beneath him, mingling with the tide and surging between the waters.

For a long time, Hoffa forgot to speak.