Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Just jumped onto the street.

In the sky, a hundred flowers blossomed. Countless soaring cannons rose up from nowhere and exploded in the air.

With this explosion, all the balconies were suddenly crowded with people, they cheered and shouted.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rumbling footsteps behind Hoffa.

A corner.

Two corners.

Three corners.

Suddenly a large crowd of black and oppressive people appeared. They ran just like the rabbits thrown by the dog, and then a few left behind were running desperately.

Moo! !

With a fierce call, a group of extremely strong bulls drove hundreds of people from the streets and alleys towards Hoffa.

They shook their heads up and down with all four hoofs in the air, and their dashing figures disappeared in the corner. He rushed into the street like a locomotive.

Someone fell to the ground, rolled into the ditch, and lay motionless. But the herd ignored him and just rushed forward. Ran past in droves.

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

Hoffa turned his head to look, and several killers rushed over the fence crowd. The crowd onlookers couldn't stop them.

They are as firm as a rock, vowing to never give up unless they reach their goals.

Seeing the three men chasing him, Hoffa gritted his teeth, turned and rushed towards the rushing crowd. He wanted to use the bulls and the crowd to get rid of the killer.

At this moment, more and more people are pouring out of the streets and alleys. They push me and rush to the bullring along the street, and the atmosphere is getting more and more frenzied.

In sight, Hoffa saw a furious bull chasing the crowd, and in a flash, he knocked down seven or eight people.

Rao Hoffa was mentally prepared, but he was still frightened by this shocking scene.

He doesn't know who invented this crazy sport, but he is now rushing to the rushing crowd.

At this moment, the voices of the onlookers Spaniards began to become horrified, because in their sight, when everyone was chased by cows, there was a young man who was running wildly without evasive. The crowd rushed up.

What's this doing?

Are you looking for death?

Nearby, some men yelled anxiously, and some women screamed and covered their eyes.

Hoffa turned a deaf ear, looking at the killer outside the crowd with one eye, and the dark crowd with the other.

It's near.

Closer!

The horror on the faces of the brawny men running wild was seen in his eyes, and the tendons of the African bulls were clearly visible. Time seemed to be slowing down at this moment, and he could hear his heart beating vigorously.

He could taste the salty smell of sweat dripping from his forehead into his mouth. The speed seems extremely slow, but it is fast.

10 meters away

5 meters

1 meter

boom!

Behind him, the three pursuers smashed the wooden fence into pieces, and did not hesitate to raise their pistols and aim at Hoffa.

Bang bang bang! !

The gunfire just sounded.

Hoffa ran into the tide of cattle and crowds and disappeared into the material world.

The three killers were unable to dodge and were directly swallowed by the crowd and cattle.

Hoffa's ears were whistling air, and his eyes flashed by gray and white shadows.

After the ghost walk was over, Hoffa emerged from the end of the crowd. In front is a wide inner city river. Some wooden stakes and boats stand in the middle of the river.

He ran without stopping, he took a few quick jumps, stepped on the wooden stakes in the river and jumped, sometimes jumped into the boat, and sometimes climbed the wooden stakes. Finally, he stepped on two blue stones in the river and jumped high. , Climbed the stone edge on the other bank of the river with one hand, and climbed to the other bank.

The hustle and bustle stopped.

They came to the other side of the city and entered the old city full of red walls and orange tiles. As everyone ran to watch the bullfighting competition, this old city seemed very quiet.

Hoffa's chest rises and falls, and he turns around panting. At this moment, the frenetic sound of the bull run is inaudible, and the three men who chased him are also missing.

The two stood on the bank of the river, looking at the flowing water, Silby suddenly said with emotion: "I want to add money to you. There is no doubt that my salary is too small."

"Do not talk nonsense."

Hoffa said coldly, he didn't mean to be happy at all, the ubiquitous sense of oppression had not disappeared, and his mental field still couldn't extend too far in this city.

A thick smog rose in the distance, and several rows of transport planes circled continuously in the air.

"Can I not go to the station?" After thinking for a moment, Hoffa asked, "I will send you back from other places, either by boat or by plane."

Silby nodded, then shook his head again, "Go take a look, take a look, and then make a decision, after all, that's not my business alone."

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Half an hour later, the sneaking Hoffa took Silby through the old city to the end of the journey.

Sants station in Barcelona.

Hoffa slowed down.

He was shocked because of the sight in front of him.

I saw dilapidated buildings everywhere. The ground was full of glass **** and stones. Some corpses were hanging on high places for some reason, and some were entangled with broken antennas. Their bodies were crackling and sparkling with electric sparks.

Some people were directly smashed into the wall by the huge force, their bodies twisted.

Dozens of vehicles were knocked over to the ground, and the bodies of countless soldiers fell to the ground. There are the German Army, the Western Army, and some German wizards and construct wizards who can't see their true colors.

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

And the owner of the wand, at this moment, hangs lifelessly on the barrel of a tank.

confusion.

Extreme chaos.

There is no doubt that a fierce battle has just happened here. Hoffa shook his head, awakening himself from the shock.

Must go.

While sneaking, Hoffa sprinted through the billowing smoke. Try to leave this place of right and wrong.

But just after passing through the smoke, the next scene made Hoffa's scalp numb, and his pupils shrank to the size of a needle.

There was a mountain in front of him, a hillside made of corpses. Those corpses were all dressed in black suits, with black joints shining with metallic light exposed.

Osivia.

At this moment, she stood alone in the blood sea of ​​the dead mountain nearly ten meters high, showing a state of half human and half snake. Her huge snake tail was covered with scars and blood, and the scales were nearly half off.

There are still a large number of Muggle soldiers and the corpses of ordinary women and children on the ground. Blood was flowing everywhere, and it was terrible.

Osivia saw Hoffa, and she turned her head. In the green eyes on weekdays, a faint red light began to appear.

"Exactly, what happened!!?"

Hoffa was horrified. Has Osivia been slaughtering these people all the time?

She didn't answer, just clutching her blood-filled arm, she slowly slid down from the corpse mountain.

Looking at Silby condescendingly at the height of more than three meters, he asked hoarsely and coldly: "Where is the key?"

Silby shook his head and looked at the surrounding dead mountains and blood.

"Of these people, one of them may be the support of my family, but you have killed them."

Osivia bent down, stretched out her hand to lift Silby from Hoffa's back, and held it up high: "It wasn't me who killed them. Where is the key?"

While she was talking, several transport planes hovered in the sky.

Countless figures jumped off the plane,

Rumbled to the ground, surrounded the station firmly, and raised his head.

Everyone's eyes are as hot and bright as a torch.

They surrounded Hoffa and Osivia step by step.

Hoffa turned his head anxiously: "We should go now!"

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

Silby showed sarcasm and shook his head: "You give up, I won't let anyone into the library."

"Go!" Hoffa shouted, looking at the figures that were getting closer, "What are you rubbing against?"

Osivia: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"Your father died to keep a secret. Do you think I would be afraid of death?" Silby said lightly.

After he finished speaking, among the red-eyed crowd around, a road slowly separated. The man wearing a golden crown appeared at the train station. He raised a black gun and pointed it directly at Silby in the middle of the crowd.

Following his movements, everyone around him raised their guns neatly.

Osivia turned her head and stared at the crowned man in the crowd. The hatred in her eyes was almost horrendous.

Snapped! ! !

Her face suddenly crooked to the side, with bright red five-fingerprints on it, Hoffa jumped up high, and slapped her face severely, "You are crazy!"

He grabbed Osivia's collar abruptly: "Or you don't understand people, and you can't say something else?"

Osivia held her face and looked at Hoffa in disbelief, but her red eyes slowly recovered her clarity.

At this moment, all the guns around opened fire.

She grabbed Hoffa's shoulders, and in the midst of the violent magic fluctuations, Hoffa felt her whole body squeezed into a rubber tube, and a terrible sense of suffocation came. Some peeled pieces swish past the ear.

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In the next second, the squeeze disappeared.

Large bursts of salty air poured into the tip of Hoffa's nose.

When he opened his eyes again, Osivia took him to the beach in Barcelona, ​​away from the city.

Here the sea breeze is gusting, and the sea is dotted with white sails. Seagulls screamed in the sky, and the blue water surged on the white sand.

The atmosphere is peaceful and quiet, in stark contrast to the previous crazy chaos.

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

All in cold sweat.

From a distance, I can see the thick smoke rising in the city of Barcelona. Who can think of what kind of madness that city is going through.

Osivia, this woman is really crazy.

He turned his head to look at the witch. She was looking at herself in a daze. Hoffa had never seen that expression on her face.

It was a mixture of despair and helplessness, as well as complete confusion.

"Forget it, it's over. Hoffa sighed," I'll talk about it when I go back to London. "

He grabbed Silby's arm on his shoulder, trying to put him back on the ground.

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

Hoffa felt something was wrong.

He turned his head, Silby on his back was looking at him with a smile. A lot of blood spilled out of his mouth.

The ominous premonition enveloped Hoffa like a tide.

He was agitated, and decisively placed Silby on the beach and leaned over to take a look.

Behind Silby were all bullet holes.

The bullet holes were so dense that they completely sifted him.

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

when did it happen?

Was it a moment of apparition?

As if thinking of something, he squatted down quickly and grabbed Silby.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

Silby shook his head twice and stared directly at Hoffa: "Thank you..."

Then, he stroked Hoffa's arm and fell on the beach with a plop, his eyes widening.

Blood diffused from under him, mixed with the sea tide, surging in the sea.

For a long time, Hoffa forgot to speak.