On the streets of Bournemouth, Mance wears a grey robe and a hat, and his steps are flying. After the vampires were completely purged, order has been restored to Bournemouth. Every once in a while, a large number of police officers will walk by on the street, wearing black uniforms, knocking on doors from door to door, and some even take out paper and pencils, brushing and brushing to record something.

Apparently searching for the remnants of the Vampire Incident.

Dark clouds swirled in the sky, some debris of paper flew in the air, and the air pressure was extremely low, a sign of the onset of a rainstorm. The police officers and pedestrians on the street noticed the abnormal weather, shouted and returned to their homes or vehicles.

At this moment, a dark shadow floated over Mance's head, and he looked up to see a vague figure rolling in the dark clouds, his head twitched a few times, and each time he trembled, a large amount of information poured into his mind.

Then, he lowered his head, narrowed his eyes, and continued walking.

The future was unusually clear in his eyes, he knew that Hoffa Bach would come to him, he knew that the young wizard had the key to kill him, he knew that he would break the key. He also knew that if he defeated Hoffa Bach, Sister Chloe would be nothing more than his own.

As long as you can manipulate that nun and get her blood regularly, it will be easy to see through the future.

But the more things he could see, the clearer he became, and the more information he received. The thick anxiety that could not be dissolved became heavier and heavier, and the shadow of death hung high above it like the sword of Damocles.

If anyone could let themselves die unnoticed, it would undoubtedly be Grindelwald, but he would never allow such a thing to happen.

When we reached the mouth of the alley about 300 meters from the port, the air pressure was getting lower and lower, and a muffled thunder began to flash in the dark clouds in the sky, and a violent wind blew a banana peel from the garbage can, which snapped and hung on the door of Mance's head.

He didn't move.

Rumble!

A flash of lightning flashed, illuminating the alleyway.

A figure appeared out of thin air on the other side of the alley, and before the rainstorm, everything looked gray and white, whether it was trees or buildings, the only thing that could see color was the golden pupils of the young man over there.

"Where are you going?" asked the gray-haired, golden-eyed boy.

"I'm going to find Grindelwald and kill him. ”

Mance took off the banana peel hanging from his head and looked at the young man in front of him, not the slightest surprise. Hofa Bach's arrival was so expected that he didn't even bother to go to him.

"That's what you're aiming for, so I'm suggesting you get out of the way. ”

"I won't. ”

The boy shook his head, "If killing the Dark Lord comes at the cost of getting another Dark Lord, I'd rather keep it as it is, IMHO, you're somehow scarier than Grindelwald." ”

"It's nosy. Mance took off his hood and moved his neck, "But that's who you are, and I don't want to convince you, if you want to fight, then come on." ”

"You're the only one, what about your splinters?"

The boy on the other side of the alley was motionless.

"Huh,"

Mance laughed impatiently, "Do you really think you're worth it for me to shoot at the same time, forget it, I'll be alone now, and you say I'm bullying you, come on." ”

The boy on the other side of the alley didn't move, and he didn't mean to make a move, and after the two looked at each other for a while, the gray-haired boy suddenly said, "I don't actually want to kill you, I really just want to take Chloe away." ”

"It's like you can really kill me. Mance was sarcastic, and pointed to the distance and said, "Didn't you put her on the roof of a building three hundred meters away?" ”

"Will you really allow me to do that, will you ever look for her again?"

Mance pouted and shook his head, "Of course not. ”

"I don't want to kill you. The gray-haired boy repeated: "In fact, I am tired and disgusted by the killings I have been having, and if I could, I would not want to see death again, even if it was yours." ”

The disdain on Mance's face slowly vanished, and at this moment, he suddenly saw a sincerity in the young man's face, a look he had never seen on anyone's face.

"Excuse me, what should I do?" Mance asked slowly, "In the eyes of wizard Bach, what should I be to be a good citizen?"

"That's your choice, it's none of my business. There are so many people in this world, there will always be some strange souls. There is no rule on the earth that says not to raise murderers, nor does it say not to raise shameless bastards, if you want profit, you go after it, if you want to be the top of the pyramid, you do it. But, Mance, Chloe is really important to me. There's no way I can give her to you. ”

As he spoke, the boy took a step forward and stretched out his hand, "It's enough, Mance, it's really enough, even a rabbit will bite if it's urgent." ”

Mance took a step back, looking at the boy's outstretched hand, but he couldn't help but think of Grindelwald.

"It's really Qingqi's statement, I have to say, I like you more than that nun. ”

He lifted his robe, revealing the crisp military uniform underneath and the silver eyes under the brim of his hat: "But ah, I'm a person, if there's anything beyond my control, I'll have to find a way to make him obedient." ”

At this point, there is no need to say any more. The air pressure in the sky was so low that a drop of rain hit his head like a horn for attack, and in an instant, thousands of raindrops fell at the same time, making a crackling sound.

The boy at the mouth of the alley is gone.

Mance clenched his fist with one hand.

Time was rapidly slowed down, and countless results flowed through his mind. He could see that the boy was less than half a meter away from him at the moment, leaning back, one hand clenched into a fist and the other forward, like a still ancient Greek sculpture.

In the slow flow of time, he shook his head, took a Mauser pistol from his pocket, and walked over to the punching teenager. Pressed against his head, he pulled the trigger directly.

Rumble!!

Tongues of fire spew.

Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, the sky flashed and thundered.

The time flow rate returns to normal.

At the moment of his punch, Hoffa was hit in the head by a bullet and flew upside down. The muscles of the legs collided with the water on the ground, smashing a large splash of water, motionless.

Mance put down his pistol, watched the guy fall into the water, and shook his head: "Get up, don't try to pretend to be dead and plot against me, it's useless." ”

After speaking, I saw the young man slowly get up again from the rain, and a piece of his head was sunken, and it was glowing with a light blue metallic luster.

"Can you keep up with me?" he asked, puzzled.

"It's just that time has slowed down. Mance said lightly: "A hundred times still." ”

Tick.

The young man in front of him slowed down, and the falling raindrops also turned into slow motion, and after more than ten seconds, he still stood still hunched and standing still.

Mance swapped the pistol for a round and walked slowly around Hoffa. The last pair of fiery golden eyes caught his attention, and he pulled out his pistol again, aiming it at his pupils.

"Goodbye. He said, pulling the trigger.

At the moment when the trigger was pulled, the golden pupils turned and locked onto Mance, who was holding the gun. Then, a bolt of lightning slashed down from the dark clouds, and it landed on Mance at a speed visible to the naked eye, knocking him to the ground, and even the pistol exploded on the spot under the high-energy effect.

Time returned to normal, and the rain crackled and fell.

The moment he returned to normal, countless raindrops turned into silver steel needles in the process of falling, densely stabbing at the fallen Mance, piercing him into a bloody hedgehog.

Tick.

The steel needle turned back into raindrops and floated upwards again.

The bloody hedgehog got up from the ground again, and the Mauser who had been blown into a twist was regrouped and became new and normal.

Time rewinds to a second before the lightning fell, and Mance stood still, holding a gun to Hoffa's pupils, but this time, the moment the lightning fell, he jumped back in time to dodge the blast.

At the moment when he dodged, in the cloudy sky, hundreds of thunderbolts fell at the same time like tentacles, countless lightning flashed, and everything in the whole world was as pale as snowflakes.

In the face of such a huge lightning strike, Mance was not afraid to laugh: "Don't you know that this is meaningless?"

Boom Boom!!

Falling thunder tears through the darkness.

The moment time returned to normal, the torrential rain made him completely soaked, and the gray rain and fog were mixed with falling thunder, and he could barely see.

Mance looked up, only to see a flash of gray light, his sharp golden eyes sweeping an arc in the air, and the gray-haired boy came to him, plucked a twig from his waist and pierced his lower abdomen.

Sensing the crisis, and the guy's indomitable eyes, he grinned: "Ten thousand times still!"

Time flows so slowly that it almost stands still.

All the sounds disappeared in unison, and at this flow rate, even the thunder in the sky no longer roared, and only they could be seen hovering down from the sky little by little, like countless silver branches, with sharp forks, hanging upside down little by little, winding from the sky, slowly, growing down.

The splendid and splendid beauty of the incredible scenery reflected the dazzling white light on the waterlogged ground.

On that day, countless residents of Bournemouth City could not sleep at night under the thunder. They leaned on the edge of the window and saw the most dramatic scene at the end of the summer. For Muggles who didn't know what magic was, this moment of lightning was enough for them to remember for a lifetime.

But for Mance, he could have watched this scene to his heart's content, only to see him Shi Shiran walk up to the immobile thunder-calling boy and pull out the tender branch in his hand.

Click!

It's simple, a single fold.

The weak mistletoe is directly broken in half.

Then he threw it up and threw it into the thunder, and the heat instantly reduced the twig to ashes, and it ceased to exist entirely.

Tick.

Time returned to normal.

Hofa maintained a piercing posture and rushed headlong into the thunderstorm. didn't stab anyone, but was hit hard by the thunder he created, and the skin and flesh opened. After getting up, he stumbled back several steps.

Dense lightning fell on the clearing next to Mance, and the silver electricity that exploded separated all the water droplets in the air, and also bruised his electric body, he sneered regardless of it, "Black mistletoe, you can find this thing, who told you this secret?"

He tilted his head and thought for a second, "Oh yes, it must be Aldor, right?" Of my minions, Aldo was the most shameless one. ”

"He's a hundred times stronger than you. Hoffa's body was covered with scars from the lightning, but the expression on his face did not loosen in the slightest.

"The dead are better than the living, I haven't heard of it. ”

Mance strode forward, he didn't use any more powers, but walked up to Hoffa in a dignified manner, staring condescendingly into his opponent's eyes: "Mistletoe is gone, all the information is in my sight, and everything you can do is also in my observation." Tell me, how can I defeat an all-knowing enemy?"

"If you're going to beat me, turn the clock to daytime. "Otherwise, in this night, even if I can't kill you, you won't want to kill me." ”

With a single sentence, a bruise erupted on Mance's forehead, and he clenched his fists and breathed heavily, a reminder that made him see the shadow of death hovering over his head.

"Why don't you turn around, do you actually lose sight of daylight?"

"Less nonsense!"

Mance was furious, he directly slowed down the time, slapped Hofa in the face with his backhand, and roared angrily: "Your failure is doomed, I have already seen through your future, you will be no one is optimistic, no one knows, no one appreciates, no one recognizes!"

"It's not about you. ”

Tick-tock, time stands still.

Mance punched the gray-haired boy in the face.

Tick, time flows.

Hoffa slammed backwards against the wall, raising his arm.

Tick-tock, time stands still.

Mance threw another punch in his face.

"Pathetic heroism has long been outdated, and people now will only become more and more like me!!"

Rumble!

Another punch fell.

Nosebleeds ran down cracked lips.

Rumble!

Another punch.

Rumble!

Another punch.

.......

Mance tirelessly stopped time, started time, and at the same time tirelessly punched and punched, until the flesh and blood of his fist were blurred, and he didn't realize it, and he didn't want to stop. On this night of rain and thunder, everything plays out like a written script.

However, the more he beat this guy, the more irritated he became.

The harder Hoffa Bach was beaten, the more he could not see his fate. When Grindelwald would come to kill himself was completely unknown, he didn't know, and his confusion and anxiety were getting worse.

And this anxiety can only be vented through violence.

And so punch after punch, punch after punch.......

From the perspective of ordinary people, only a few minutes had passed, but in Mance's opinion, he had been beating the teenager in front of him for several days. until he was completely beaten into a pig's head, and his originally handsome face was beaten into a look that his own mother couldn't recognize, and the bones on the back of his hands were cracked.

Eventually, the torrential rain subsided, and the thunder and lightning in the sky went out. The agitated magic calmed down.

Mance slammed the knee one last and smashed it into the teenager's lower abdomen. Hoffa, who had been beaten for nearly 100 hours in slow time, lay motionless in the water, his chest rising and falling slightly.

With his bony right hand, he tore off his tattered coat, pulled his bow tie, and said tiredly and cruelly, "You lost." ”