204 Chapter 4, Black Eat Black

"A werewolf?"

Hoffa looked up in disbelief.

While the countless white or black long legs were swinging, a roar came from the second floor.

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 had a black wolf, glowing green eyes, and the front part of the wolf's kiss was full of blood. Add to that its shaggy fur and fangs and claws.

It is no different from those werewolf monsters I have seen in movies.

The only difference is that he is wearing a white suit, arched his back, and holds a huge Thompson submachine gun in his hand.

"Go to hell, Hagrid!"

After the werewolf finished cursing, it stood on the second floor, raised its gun, and jumped downstairs.

Da da da da! !

Bullets flew across, and in the chaos, people in the bar kept screaming, dancers and customers ran away with their heads in their arms, and many people were shot and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, when Hoffa stepped on the ground, a stone wall was erected on the ground, blocking all the powerful bullets.

After a round of bullets was fired, there were not many people in the bar, and there were groans and low wailing in the air.

Noble stuck his head out from behind the stone wall, clutching his chest: "Put down the gun, Durant, I just want to talk to you!"

"We have nothing to talk about!"

The werewolf said, "I warned you, don't get in my way!"

Then, he replaced the magazine and pulled the trigger again without hesitation.

Da da da!

Machine gun fire.

The two retracted their heads behind the stone slab again. The stone slab was gradually riddled with holes, Hoffa crossed his hands expressionlessly, and three stone walls erected on the ground again.

Another round of bullets fired!

The sound of changing magazines came from the second floor, and Norber winked at Hoffa. Hoffa nodded, and jumped out directly while supporting the stone wall.

Seeing someone jump out, the werewolf finished changing the magazine and raised his gun to continue. However, the Thompson submachine gun suddenly softened and turned into a colorful poisonous snake. The poisonous snake opened its mouth and bit the werewolf's neck.

"shit!!"

The werewolf was frightened, and raised his hand to shake off the poisonous snake like an electric shock.

Then he walked through the hole without looking back, and started running out of the window on hands and feet.

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

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

The bloody smell in the air rushed towards his face. Here, he saw five or six naked girls with their arms tied and hung from the beams. They writhed and struggled desperately, and on the coffee table in front of the sofa lay a woman who had been disembowelled and was crying.

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

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

Fortunately, his concentration is now much higher than before. Without saying a word, he pulled out a dagger, stepped forward and squatted down, covered the mouth of the wailing woman, and said in a low voice, "It's all right."

Then, he stabbed the woman's heart with a knife, and ended her life directly.

Then he cut off the ropes of the girls who were hanging in the room, ran wildly again, followed the werewolf out of the window, pulled the rusted iron stairs and jumped onto the roof.

On the roof, the werewolf was extremely fast.

"Durant!"

Hoffa growled.

"Go to hell, wizard!"

He was answered with a snarl, and a tin roof cut across like a razor.

Hoffa turned sideways, out of the way of the sharp iron sheet.

And the werewolf was using both hands and feet, running on the roof until there was only a small dot left.

"Damn it!"

Hoffa looked behind him, the injured Norber might not be able to keep up. He immediately made a decision, swung his right arm, the pointer on the glove turned, and the magic power flowed from the glove to his whole body.

The electric current crackled and flashed, and in the activated state, his stature was raised to 1.8 meters, and then he stepped on the ground and ran at twice the speed since then.

After a step of more than ten meters, pairs 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 again?"

no answer.

Durant jumped onto the ground from the roof and slid into an alley on hands and feet. Was about to walk through the narrow passage ahead to the other side of the complex.

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

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

With nowhere to retreat, the werewolf turned around abruptly.

At the entrance of the alley, the gray-haired man fell to the ground and crushed three stone bricks. In the smoke and dust, a pair of dazzling golden eyes looked at him without blinking.

"Good evening."

The werewolf looked him up and down. The visitor was about fifteen or sixteen years old and a little over 1.7 meters tall, which should be considered tall among his peers. Wearing a black leather jacket, has gray hair, and a pair of peculiar yellow eyes like a falcon.

"I know who you are now! Gray hair, golden eyes. The partner that Hagrid often mentions is you. Grindelwald's student, disappeared for a year, and you actually came here."

A breath full of blood and smell was sprayed on Hoffa's face. He looked up at the behemoth in front of him, a trace of disgust flashed across his face, and he said in a cold and soft voice: "Generally speaking, those who mention this title will not end well." Great."

"Wouldn't it be great?"

The werewolf laughed loudly, and after he finished laughing, he said ferociously, "You are the legendary Mr. Bach."

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

"ha"

The werewolf licked his lips and slowly straightened up. While the bones were crackling, he grew to a height of 2.5 meters, and the white suit on the upper body was stretched high, which looked a little funny.

"We all have some" little problems. "

The werewolf's razor-sharp claws rested lightly on Hoffa's chin: "Let me count the defectors, dropouts, and crazy Agmanis with your title. Your reputation outside is not good." How are you, kid."

"What I did has nothing to do with you."

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

"I wish you would return the stolen goods to us, so that what you did seems to have nothing to do with me."

"Well~"

The werewolf squeezed his chin, seemingly thinking about it for a moment. Afterwards, he lowered his head and grinned, "Then I'd rather enjoy it."

boom! !

With a loud noise, Hoffa flew upside down.

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

"You don't look too good either!"

The werewolf pulled the ceiling and rushed over like a gibbon.

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

"Tariko-Skita."

A transparent mask appeared in his palm, and then the shield expanded rapidly. Durant, who was running wildly, hit the shield with his head, and was bounced back to the wall, smashing a statue of the Virgin.

The shield disappeared, but the bouncing impact didn't hurt the bones. After getting up, the werewolf shook his head, and jumped on the ground again with hands and feet.

Hoffa retracted the shield, dodged the lightning grab sideways, and then punched the werewolf on the back of the head with a clean punch.

The punch was powerful and heavy, and Fei threw Durant down and smashed into the floor.

Without stopping, he stepped on Durant's neck, rode on his back, raised his fist and slammed it down heavily.

Boom! !

With just one punch, his head was bleeding.

Fear flashed in the werewolf's green eyes, and he raised his arms abruptly, breaking free from Hoffa's control.

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

But the bloody werewolf in front of him raised his arms, "Wait a minute."

"what."

"I surrender."

The werewolf said without hesitation.

Hoffa, who had just warmed up, was stunned for a moment, and then the werewolf took advantage of his stunned effort. He drew a pistol from his waist, pointed it at Hoffa, and then ran away.

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

Afterwards, the legs of the running werewolf were firmly grasped by two stone hands growing from the ground, and he fell to the ground unexpectedly.

"hateful."

The werewolf growled hoarsely.

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

bang bang bang! !

Five or six consecutive shots fired, and after that, the bullets ran out.

The dense gunpowder smoke dissipated, but the bullets all hit the stone pillars, and the place where the boy was standing just now was already empty.

Before he had time to think about where the other party had gone, the werewolf panted heavily, trying to pull his leg out of the stone hand.

"Is there anything else?"

A rather calm voice came from behind him.

When the werewolf turned his head, the disappeared boy appeared behind him at some point.

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

"Still struggling?"

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 figure, and sunken eye sockets. He was no longer as strong and ferocious as before.

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

"Love?"

Hoffa shook his head mockingly, noncommittal.

"You say love is love, where is my gun?"

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

The werewolf roared frantically: "I have no enmity with you nor have I provoked you."

"Still pretending to be stupid, aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"

"Hoo hoo."

Durant panted and sneered: "I know you, Mr. Bach, you don't kill people, right?"

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

"If you don't know, you don't know. Ah!!!"

Before the words fell, each hand on the ground grew sharp nails, which made Durant scream.

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

Hoffa stopped casting and took a step back.

Werewolf: "Let go of me first, let me go, and I'll tell you."

Hoffa mocked himself and turned his head away. He leaned against the wall of the alley calmly, crossing his arms: "Okay, it seems that I can't make you talk, 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.

When Durant looked up, he saw a short, stocky man with a bandage on his chest, holding his arm from the entrance of the alley, limping and panting into the church.

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

The injured Norber took out a pistol from his trouser pocket and looked at him with a smirk: "You can hide, Mr. Durant, as an intermediary, your legs and feet are too flexible!"

When Norber was speaking, the stone hands on the ground crawled over Durant's body bit by bit like wriggling poisonous snakes, as if they were going to swallow him into the ground.

Facing the fate of being buried alive, Durant lowered his posture and said in a low voice: "Norbert, no matter what I did, it was not my intention. Someone is deliberately instigating our relationship. I also have difficulties."

"yes?"

Noble sneered sarcastically: "More than a thousand alchemy weapons, ammunition and ammunition worth half a million francs, the weapons we delivered to you last time, where did you transport them?"

"As I said, the goods were robbed by others."

Durant struggled to defend himself.

"Shit!"

Noble growled and kicked the werewolf on the head.

"Three days after you disappeared with our goods, you fucking became the boss of the East District. Do you really think I'm stupid? Or are those missing Muggle girls no longer able to satisfy your appetite?"

Durant was stepped on by his boots and his head was stuck to the ground, unable to answer. Hoffa, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, looked away, not wanting to look any further.

Norbert's boots crushed it hard, his face gleaming with pleasure. "Let you steal from me!"

"You let go first"

Durant growled hoarsely.

Norbert lifted his foot a little. The werewolf was lying on the ground, spitting blood bubbles from the corner of his mouth.

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

"laugh!"

Noble laughed angrily.

"What about the money?"

"Money money."

Durant said with difficulty:

"Listen, Norbert, give me a week. I just need a week, and I'll pay you back double what I owe you, okay? You kill me now, and you get nothing!"

boom!

What answered him was a scorching bullet casing that bounced up.

A bullet pierced his ear.

"asshole."

The werewolf cursed angrily.

"It's too late to plead for mercy after your face is torn like this." Noble held his pistol firmly, "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: "Imperial Wizards Association, I sold them to the Imperial Wizards Association."

Hoffa, who was playing with his nails, was taken aback.

The look of Norber holding the gun changed drastically, and he roared in disbelief: "Are you from Grindelwald?"

"I'm not!" Durant screamed.

"I owe it to the association. Every month I have to rely on the medicine they give me to keep me awake! It's as simple as that!"

Seeing the murderous intent on Noble's face, the werewolf couldn't care less about his dignity: "Listen, the person who got the goods is in Paris now, I can take you to find him, and kill them by surprise, when the time comes, the money, the goods, It's all yours!"

Both fell silent.

The werewolf forced a smile and said, "Go fuck the Wizarding Association, go fuck Grindelwald, right?"

"Merlin Beard."

Noble murmured: "You are such a fool."

After speaking, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Accompanied by two gunshots.

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