Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"Werewolf?"

Hoffa raised his head in disbelief.

There was a roar from the second floor as the countless long white or black legs were swinging.

I saw in the middle of the hole that was smashed through on the second floor, a sturdy figure with a height of two meters appeared with heavy steps. It has a black wolf beast, green glowing eyes, and the front part of the wolf kiss is full of blood. Coupled with its messy hair and fangs and claws.

It is no different from the werewolf monsters I have seen in the movie.

The only difference is that he is wearing a white suit with his back arched, and he is also holding a huge Thomson submachine gun in his hand.

"Go to hell, Hagrid!"

When the werewolf finished cursing, it stood on the second floor, raised its gun, and suddenly protruded downstairs.

Da Da Da Da! !

Bullets flew horizontally, and in the chaos, people in the bar kept screaming, dancing girls and customers scurrying with their heads, many people were shot and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, as soon as Hoffa stepped on the ground, a stone wall was erected on the ground to block all the powerful bullets.

After a bullet was hit, there were no more people in the bar, moaning and whispering in the air.

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

"We have nothing to talk about!"

The wolf spoke up, "I warned you, don't come to hinder me!"

Afterwards, he changed into his magazine and pulled the trigger again without hesitation.

Da da da!

The machine gun breathed fire.

The two drew their heads back behind the slate. The stone slab gradually became riddled with holes, Hoffa's expressionless hands crossed, and three stone walls were erected again on the ground.

Another bullet is finished!

There was the sound of changing the magazine on the second floor, and Norber winked at Hoffa. Hoffa nodded and jumped out directly on the stone wall.

The werewolf saw that someone had jumped out, and after changing the magazine, he raised his gun and wanted to continue. However, the Thomson submachine gun suddenly softened and turned into a colorful poisonous snake. The poisonous snake opened its mouth and bit at the werewolf's neck.

"Shit!!"

The werewolf was frightened and threw the viper away like an electric shock.

Then he went through the hole without looking back, and started running out of the window with his hands and feet together.

Hoffa rushed to the second floor in three steps and two steps. In front of him was a human-shaped hole that had been smashed through, running through the four-story wooden door in a row. The black shadow at the front flickered a few times before disappearing.

Jumping over the three gaps in the wall in a row, Hoffa came to the darkroom on the second floor of the bar like lightning.

The **** breath in the air hit his face, and here, he saw five or six girls naked with their arms tied and hanging from the beams of the house. They twisted and struggled desperately, and on the coffee table in front of the sofa, there was a woman who was wailed and wailing.

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

He almost knew the cause and effect. It seemed that Norbert broke into the room just when the wolf was eating, which caused a violent conflict.

Fortunately, his concentration is much higher than before. He took out a dagger without saying a word, squatted forward, covered the wailing woman's mouth, and whispered, "It's okay."

Afterwards, he stabbed the woman's heart with a single knife and ended her life immediately.

Then he broke the ropes of several hanging girls in the room, ran wildly again, followed the werewolf out of the window, and jumped onto the roof by pulling the rusty iron stairs.

On the roof, the werewolf was extremely fast.

"Durant!"

Hoffa snarled.

"Go to hell, wizard!"

The answer to him was a curse, and there was an iron roof that was cut across like a razor.

Hoffa turned sideways and let go of the sharp iron sheet.

While the werewolf used both hands and feet, only a small spot was left running on the roof.

"Damn it!"

Hoffa looked behind him, and the wounded Norbert was afraid that he could not keep up. He immediately made a decision. With a sway of his right arm, the pointer on the glove turned, and magic power flowed from the glove to the whole body.

The current crackled and flashed, and in the activated state, his figure was as high as 1.8 meters, and then he stepped on the ground and ran at twice the speed since then.

After a step more than ten meters, a pair of footprints appeared on the iron roof that was stepped on.

The werewolf Durant looked back and found the guy behind him who was chasing up from the roof like a rocket, and roared:

"Where did you come from?"

no answer.

Durant jumped from the roof to the ground, using his hands and feet to get into a small alley. I was planning to go through the narrow aisle in front to go to the other side of the building complex.

However, at this moment, the alley in front of me seemed to have life, and the two houses were like the poles of a magnet, and they closed with a bang.

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

With nowhere to go, the werewolf turned around abruptly.

At the entrance of the alley, the gray-haired man fell on the ground, smashing three stone bricks, and staring at him without blinking a pair of golden eyes in the smoke and dust.

"good evening."

The werewolf looked at him up and down. The incoming man was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was a little over 1.7 meters tall. Among his peers, he should be considered taller. Wearing a black leather jacket, with gray hair, and a pair of peculiar yellow eyes like a falcon.

"I know who you are! Grey hair, golden eyes. The partner Hagrid always mentioned is you. The student of Grindelwald, disappeared for a year, and you actually came here."

A **** and embarrassing tone sprayed on Hoffa’s face. He raised his head and glanced at the behemoth in front of him. A trace of disgust flashed across his face. He said coldly and softly: “Generally speaking, people who mention this title will never end. That's great."

"Won't it be too good?"

The werewolf laughed loudly, and when he finished laughing, he said grimly: "You are the legendary Mr. Bach."

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

"what"

The werewolf licked his lips and slowly straightened up. As the bones crackled, he had grown to a height of two meters and five meters, and the white suit on his upper body was bulging high, which looked a little funny.

"We all have "little problems." "

The werewolf’s sharp razor-like claws rested lightly on Hoffa’s chin: "Let me count the defectors, dropouts, and crazy Agmanis of your title. Your comments on the outside are also That's not good, kid."

"What I have done has nothing to do with you."

Hoffa clapped the opponent's hand away and said lightly:

"I hope you can return the stolen goods to us, so that what you have done seems to have nothing to do with me."

"Yeah~"

The werewolf squeezed his chin, and seemed to think seriously for a moment. Afterwards, he lowered his head and grinned: "Then I would rather enjoy it."

boom! !

With a loud noise, Hoffa flew out.

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

"You don't look good!"

The werewolf pulled the ceiling and leaped forward like a gibbon.

With fangs and claws in midair, Hoffa slowly got up from the ground, twisted his neck blankly, and raised his right hand.

"Tarico-Schita."

A transparent mask appeared in his palm, and then the shield quickly expanded. Durant, who was running wild, slammed into the shield, was bounced back to the wall, and smashed a statue of the Virgin.

The shield disappeared, but the rebound impact did not hurt the bones. After getting up, the werewolf shook his head, and rushed up again with his hands and feet.

Hoffa took away the shield, avoided a lightning strike, and then slammed a punch on the back of the werewolf's head.

This fist was heavy, and it directly threw Fei down into the floor that Durant had hit.

He kept doing it, stepping on Durant's neck, riding on his back, raising his fist and smashing it down.

Boom! !

He broke his head with just one fist.

A trace of terror flashed in the werewolf's green eyes, and he suddenly raised his arms and broke free of Hoffa's control.

Seeing the werewolf get away, Hoffa was ready to continue the pursuit.

But the blood-stained werewolf in front of him raised his arms and said, "Wait a minute."

"What are you doing."

"I surrender."

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, pointed it at Hoffa as a shuttle, and ran away.

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

Afterwards, the werewolf's legs were caught tightly by the two stone hands growing on the ground, and he fell to the ground unexpectedly.

"hateful"

The werewolf roared hoarsely.

He twisted his waist, lay on the ground, raised the gun, and shot.

Bang bang bang! !

There were five or six gunshots in a row, after which the bullets were finished.

The smog of gunpowder dissipated, but the bullets all hit the stone pillar, and the place where the boy stood just now was empty.

Before he could think about where the other party was, the werewolf panted and tried to pull his leg out of the stone's hand.

"No ability?"

A rather calm voice came from behind him.

As soon as the werewolf turned his head, the boy who disappeared did not know when he appeared behind him.

He touched the wound on his face, stood blankly beside Durant, kicked his pistol away.

"Still still?"

The werewolf on the ground slowly changed from eating to a tattooed man in a suit and leather shoes. He had brown hair soaked in blood, a thin body and sunken eye sockets. He was no longer strong and hideous at the beginning.

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

"Love?"

Hoffa shook his head mockingly, noncommittal.

"If you say you love it, just love it, where's my gun?"

"What gun, I don't know what you are talking about!"

The werewolf roared insanely: "I have no grievances or hatreds with you, nor provoke you."

"Pretending to be stupid, are you afraid that I will kill you?"

"Huhu"

Durant panted, mocking; "I know you, Mr. Bach, you don't kill people, do you?"

"Don't change the subject, where's the gun?"

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

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

"Don't do it, don't do it, you have something to say."

Hoffa stopped casting the spell and took a step back.

Werewolf: "You let me go first, let me go, and you tell you."

Hoffa laughed at himself, leaning on the wall of the alley calmly, holding his arms: "Okay, it seems I can't make you speak, let him talk to you."

"Who?"

Durant, who was lying on the ground, was taken aback.

"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 alley, limping and walking into the church panting.

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

The injured Norbert drew a pistol from his trouser pocket and looked at him grinningly: "You can hide, Mr. Durant, as an intermediary, your legs and feet are too handy!"

When Norbert spoke, the stone hands on the ground were like squirming snakes, crawling over Durant's whole body little by little, seeming to swallow him into the ground.

Faced with the fate of being buried alive, Durant lowered his stance and whispered: "Noble, no matter what I have done, it is not my intention. Someone is deliberately instigating our relationship. I also have difficulties."

"Yes?"

Noble sneered sarcastically: "More than a thousand alchemical weapons, ammunition worth 500,000 francs, the weapons we delivered to you last time, where did you go?"

"I said that the goods were robbed by others."

Durant struggled to argue.

"Shit!"

Norbert snarled and kicked the werewolf's head.

"Three days after you disappeared with our goods, you **** became the boss of the Eastern District. Are you really stupid? Or are the missing Muggle girls no longer satisfying your appetite?"

Durant was stepped on by his boots, his head stuck to the ground, unable to answer. Hoffa, who was holding his arms against the wall, turned his head away, not wanting to look anymore.

Norbert's boots ran over it hard, his face gleaming with delight. "Let you steal things from Laozi!"

"You let go first"

Durant roared hoarsely.

Noble lifted his foot a bit. The werewolf was lying on the ground, with blood bubbles at the corners of his mouth.

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

"laugh!"

Noble smiled angrily.

"What about the money?"

"Money money"

Durant said with difficulty:

"Listen, Norbert, give me one week. I only need one week, how much money I owe you, double back, okay? You kill me now and get nothing!"

boom!

The answer to him was a searing bullet that bounced up.

A bullet pierced his ear.

"Asshole"

The werewolf scolded angrily.

"It's too late to come to plead with my face torn like this." Norbert firmly held up his pistol: "Who did you sell our gun to?"

A trace of struggle flashed across Durant's face, but at the same time, the densely 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, was startled.

Noble's expression changed drastically while holding the gun. He roared in disbelief, "You the **** are you from Grindelwald?"

"I am not!" Durant screamed.

"I owe it to the Association. I have to rely on the medicine they give me every month to stay awake! It's that simple!"

Seeing the murderous intent on Norbert’s face, the werewolf no longer cared about his dignity: "Listen, the man who took the goods is now in Paris. I can take you to find him and kill them by surprise. When the time comes, money, goods, It's all yours!"

Both of them were silent.

The werewolf smiled reluctantly: "Fuck the Wizards Association, **** Grindelwald, right?"

"Merlin Beard"

Noble murmured: "You are such a horror."

After speaking, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Accompanied by two bangs of gunshots.

The powerful alchemy pistol directly blasted the werewolf's head in front of him into tomato sauce, splashing all over the wall.