July 6th.

Barcelona.

The last city on the trip.

Hoffa, who had been wandering through the wilderness for several days, had finally come to the end of his journey. As soon as you set foot on the city's station, the journey will come to an end.

Here, Hoffa can already see the towering Pyrenees in the distance very clearly, and see the patches of white at the top of the mountains.

Outside the city, Hoffa saw patches of fences, surrounded by herds of cattle and horses.

Some Gypsies set up camp under the trees, and liquor dealers set up shacks and unreadable banners under the trees. Under the scorching sun, from time to time some people dressed as cowboys on horseback stopped under the shade of the trees, happily fighting wine.

"Is there a festival here?" asked Sylby with a tilted head.

"Leave nothing at that. It was Ossivia who answered, "Don't go far with me, and when you're done with your things, we'll go back to London at once." ”

Hoffa nodded, at the end of the journey, he didn't want to make any mistakes, it would be best to complete this dangerous mission quickly, return to London, and wait for the start of school in peace.

......

......

As in Granada, there are numerous posters, and some of the Axis symbols can be seen everywhere.

But the difference is that here, Hoffa saw that many workers had set up gateposts at the intersection and blocked the streets on either side.

Groups of strong men wielded shovels to dig pits in the ground, and after digging the pits, they knocked stakes into the ground vigorously, knocking down one every few meters. The stakes also have their own numbers.

Hoffa didn't know what these Spaniards were doing, and they looked as if they were preparing some pre-war fortifications, and the beaming expressions on their faces didn't look like they were preparing for war.

Ossivia walked past the men without squinting, pausing for a moment only when she saw a map of the streets.

The three of them were walking down the street, when the music of reeds, transverse flutes and drums came from far and near.

Hoffa stepped aside with Sylby on his back, looking at the procession of people dressed in traditional costumes and beating gongs and drums, full of wonder.

The group danced through the streets, the line getting farther and farther away, and the music faded away.

"What are these people doing?"

So he turned to Ossivia and asked, "Do you know what the situation is?"

Osivia shook her head, "I haven't been here. ”

"Running of the Bulls. Sylby replied weakly, "These people are celebrating the feast." ”

"Oh. ”

Hoffa muttered.

Although I know that the city is celebrating the holidays. However, he watched as those with red and yellow oil paint on their faces danced and walked in front of him.

Hoffa always felt that something was strange, there was always an inexplicable frenzy in this city, and this frenzy permeated Hoffa's mental force field from top to bottom, making it difficult for him to concentrate.

He felt like a virus that had broken into the creature's body, watching from all directions.

This was the first time Hoffa felt that his mental force field had been suppressed.

Hoffa spun around, and no one was looking at him.

It's weird, he looked up at the sky.

The sun is dazzling, the clouds are blooming, and the sky is clear.

There are no anomalies.

"Go to the station. Hoffa took the map from Osivia's hand and asked with some uneasiness, "Can you go faster?"

"Let him send a letter to his family first, and ask them to bring the keys. Ossivia looked at Sylby and said calmly.

"Okay, post office. Sylby succinctly said, "I'll make a call." ”

The three of them walked to the location of the city's post office, which did not have the simple mobile phone of later generations, not even a button phone. The only thing in the post office is the kind of old-fashioned turntable telephone in a museum.

The post office was very crowded, with all sorts of soldiers and old men carrying bags rushing here to deliver letters. In this era, the social interaction of ordinary people is still mainly based on letters.

Unwilling to enter the post office, which was full of big men, Ossivia stood at the door and waited for Hoffa.

Fortunately, in this era, calling is the VIP business of the post office, the price is high, and the condition of the telephone counter is not bad, there are two chairs.

Hoffa put Sylby down, then dialed a few numbers as he commanded, and put the microphone to his ear.

The phone was answered, and Sylby spoke French into the phone, and a respectful voice came from the other end of the line.

Sylby didn't understand a word of what Hoffa was saying.

He held the microphone and looked at Osvia, who was waiting outside the post office, who was also standing there waiting for him.

Through the glass, Hoffa could see the crowd of people jumping behind Osivia.

Children hold balloons, men beat drums, and women twirl in long dresses. and clowns with oil paint on their faces dancing exaggeratedly on their knees.......

Hoffa's ears were buzzing with noise, a sound that made him a little groggy and uncomfortable, as if he had been disturbed by inexplicable radiation.

He shook his head and forced himself to pick himself up.

At this moment, through a glass of glass, Hoffa saw a man dressed very strangely, wearing a suit and a crown, sideways to separate the revelry crowd in the street.

Hoffa surprised, crown, suit?

Isn't this the man driving the car I saw on the streets of Morocco that night, and why is he here?

As he walked, he took out a huge revolver from his chest, pointed it at Osivia's back, and pulled the trigger.

Without warning.

is a real killer.

Hoffa's face changed drastically, and the microphone in his hand fell.

He almost roared, "Be careful!"

Ossivia twisted his waist like lightning, and the whole person moved sideways more than three meters away.

With a gleam of blood, the bullet missed, shattering the window of the post office.

The crowd at the post office was dumbfounded for a second, then screamed. Scattered.

In the midst of the lightning, Ossivia waved his wand sideways, and an arc-shaped spell was directly reversed.

The man with the crown was whipped upside down and smashed the wall, after which Ossivia let out a shrill roar: "You?!"

Rumble!!

The man in the suit jumped out of the rubble pile, unfazed and aimed again, while drawing a second revolver and aiming at Sylby in the post office without looking.

Bang!!

He shot with each hand.

Flame spitting.

Hoffa picked up Sylby directly, and the ghost wandered out of the post office.

The crowd that had just been partying was now scattered, the streets were in chaos, balloons were popped on the ground, trumpets and guitars were thrown to the ground, and there was a screeching and sharp grinding sound.

The man in the suit turned his head and rushed towards Hoffa, and Ossivia flicked his wand: "Drill the heart wrist bone!"

The red light flashed, and the man in the suit flew directly more than 20 meters as if he had been hit by a cannonball, smashing one glass and one wall, and opening a large hole in the building in the distance.

The crowd knocked Hoffa to the side, and he didn't care about his surprise, he quickly rushed to Osivia, who was standing still, and grabbed her arm: "Osivia, go quickly." ”

But she stared at the black hole of the building with a pair of green eyes, and the indifferent Hoffa said, "Go to the station and wait for me." ”

As he spoke, the man in the suit calmly emerged from the shattered building, his clothes not messy.

Hofa was stunned, and he said angrily, "What the hell are you thinking?

Osivia's expression was almost distorted, and a few words were squeezed out from between his teeth: "I said, wait for me at the station!!"

Damn, what's the situation?

The Snake House Witch, who had been calm, suddenly lost her mind, and Hoffa turned around and picked up Sylby and ran. Behind him, Ossivia rushed desperately towards the man in the suit.

Sylby muttered, "Hatred..."

"Don't talk, show the way. ”

"Left. ”

There was a muddy water chaos around them, and the Spanish police came from all directions on horseback, whistling sharply and even shooting into the sky.

At such a chaotic moment, in the air, several transport planes roared and swept over.

Then, three black shadows actually jumped directly from the plane and smashed heavily to the ground, and the entire ground shook three times, and countless cracks appeared.

In the screaming crowd, three more men in suits appeared, blocking Hoffa's path.

Such a crazy appearance stunned Hoffa, and he angrily scolded: "Where's Captain America!?"

There was no answer.

The three killers converged and ran faster and faster like lightning, their eyes firmly locked on Hoffa.

Hoffa simply disappeared in place, turning a corner and changing direction.

Terrifyingly, this time, Hoffa used the Ghost Walk, and they were still able to follow him firmly.

The first time Ghost Walk had been hacked, Hoffa couldn't figure out what was going on.

He had no choice but to give up the extremely expensive ghost walk and begin to transform his magic into life.

Between the expansion of the muscles, the speed of Hoffa began to increase.

But this was still not as fast as the three guys behind them, their calves almost flung out of the phantom, and Hoffa estimated that their speed was already 40km/h.

At this time, there was a sudden explosion.

A cloud of gray smoke appeared over the theater across the square, and this dangling smoke was like a flowering shrapnel.

Soon, another one rose up, dragging a long green smoke in the bright sunlight, and when it exploded, only a dazzling light flashed, and then another cloud of smoke appeared.

Look at the direction of the sky rising the salute flowers.

A plan to get out came to Hoffa's mind, and he asked Sylby, "Hey, are there cows at the Running Bull Festival?"

"Absolutely. Sylby said.

So Hoffa ran to the place where the flowers bloomed, and the three killers followed him as well.

Gradually, the cries of the crowd rang in Hofa's ears, and the cries began to buzz like mosquitoes and flies, then opened like a torrent, and finally covered like an avalanche.

Turn a cross corner.

A black, oppressive crowd of cheers appeared in Hoffa's sight, those people gathered behind the wooden fence on the side of the street, waving their flags and shouting, and the water was crowded inside and outside.

It is the spectator who watches the bull running ceremony.

Want to squeeze in?

No way, too many people.

Several killers behind him quickly approached.

Hoffa's eyes quickly turned, grabbed Sylbie's arm, and then jumped high, stepping directly on the shoulders of the crowd, swaying from side to side and running over the shoulders and heads of the crowd.

He trampled on some people's top hats, and some people trampled on beer bottles in their hands.

His actions angered the audience who participated in the Running of the Bulls.

"Hey, bastard, what are you doing?"

"Stinky boy, show me some respect!"

Hoffa didn't understand what they were scolding, and he didn't bother to apologize.

Amid the angry shouts of a crowd of spectators, he jumped off the guardrail and came to the street of the Running of the Bulls.