392 Chapter 46, Miller's Resistance

Looking at the ashes on the ground, Hoffa couldn't help but take a breath. He couldn't help but think of what Chloe said to him in the dream. prepared.

In just a few minutes, two old men died in this ward. For Sylby, he had already lost two members.

"What about these people?" Miller asked Hoffa, pointing to the others.

Hoffa looked at the group of guys in the ward who were wandering in their dreams, and said lightly: "Pierce the bottle, there is no dilution, I'm afraid these people will end up in the same way."

Miller understood, he conjured an ice spike out of thin air, and walked over one by one from the iron frame bed, and a needle was injected into the hanging bottle on each bed. The liquid in the bottle rushed out, and the lavender liquid in the crystal tube directly fell into the broken bottle, and flowed into the old men's bodies along the catheter.

After no dilution, the slow aging process was accelerated extremely quickly, and the dozen or so old men on the hospital bed curled up and turned into fly ash.

Hoffa stood motionlessly watching the deaths of these people. At this moment, the size of Silby's funds had shrunk by at least one tenth. He only needed to find the remaining members in Genoa, and his sources would be completely wiped out. Cut off, then no matter how much resourcefulness and plans he has, they will all turn into castles in the air.

Seeing the last person in the hall turn into ashes, Hoffa said to Miller, "Let's go to Genoa and deal with the rest."

However, after watching the people on the hospital bed burned to death one by one, Miller seemed a little confused. He looked pale and looked at those old men curled up into fly ash, standing motionless on the high floor, and did not follow Huo the footsteps of the law.

Hoffa didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't write with him. As time went on, Sylby would definitely find that his clients disappeared. The longer the delay, the worse it would be for Hoffa.

He walked up to Miller and picked him up, walked to the burning flame hole, and then jumped down. In the air, he spread his wings and took Miller to glide past. If it was normal, Miller would definitely feel displeased by this posture, and even quarrel with Hoffa, but this time, he seemed to be stupid, huddled in Hoffa's arms, motionless.

Suddenly, just as Hoffa was about to land, Miller thought of something, hooked Hoffa's neck with one hand, and pointed the other finger at the top of New York-Presbyterian Hospital.

Accompanied by the violent fluctuation of magic power, Hoffa's face changed and he turned his head away.

I saw that the top floor of the hospital exploded under the magic power of this finger, the burning bricks and stones sprayed everywhere like raindrops, the scarlet molten iron streaked across the sky, and fell like a meteor shower, accompanied by rumbling loud noises, hitting the surrounding land. Pedestrians screamed frantically on houses and car roofs.

And after the top floor was stripped, the blood-stained hall was completely exposed to the bleak moonlight, and it will be known to the world soon. However, seeing this spectacular and shocking scene, Hoffa was furious.

"what are you doing!?"

After he landed, he tightly grabbed Miller's neck, and asked face to face, "Are you crazy!? Who told you to blow up that building!?"

"That building is too dirty, I can't bear it, I have to make it public." Miller turned his head and said lightly.

Hoffa's heart was beating wildly. The destruction of the building at this moment will attract the attention of countless Muggles, and it may even be exposed the next day. If the news leaks out, Sylby will soon strengthen protection to Genoa, and even more What's more, he will disperse these customers, which is definitely not what he wants to see.

"What's wrong with you! Why do you force my work to be more difficult!?" Hoffa almost gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you know that this will expose our movements!?"

"I can't take it, I hate it, I don't feel well, I want to burn it!"

"That's it," Miller said irritably.

"Aren't you going to let the bugs disappear if you can't stand them!?" Hoffa pushed Miller against the wall next to the road: "It's your fault that you are uncomfortable, the world doesn't need to make you comfortable!"

"Don't talk to me in that tone, I don't owe you anything, Bach."

Miller sneered: "By the way, we are just a cooperative relationship. What results you want to achieve and what goals you want to accomplish are only consistent with me in a limited direction. I don't need to listen to you all!"

Hoffa let go of his hand suddenly, and strode towards the airport with a livid face. He didn't know why Miller's sudden epilepsy was going to happen like this, and he made such a terrible decision without even discussing it with him.

But now that the building has been blown up, it won't help if he curses with Miller again. Hoffa can only rush to Genoa as quickly as possible, and wipe out all his sources of income before Sylby can react. .

Hoffa was so angry that he almost didn't want to act with Miller anymore, and Miller followed him not too far away, neither approaching nor alienating, just hanging him from a distance.

Without Miller's guidance, Hoffa couldn't tell the direction in this foreign land. Fortunately, as one of the largest cities in the twentieth century, New York did not lack transportation. After he took a taxi, The driver sent him to LaGuardia Airport, 14 kilometers away from Manhattan.

It was still early in the morning, and Hoffa went straight to the boarding building as soon as he got out of the taxi, but he stopped halfway, and stood there waiting with a very ugly expression.

About half an hour later, another taxi stopped outside the airport. Miller walked slowly towards Hoffa with a hot dog in one hand and a glass of Coke in the other.

Hoffa was in a dilemma and could only stand there and stare at him.

Miller swayed to Hoffa's side, ate the hot dog slowly and said, "Look at what I'm doing, aren't you very proud, I thought you had already arrived in Genoa."

"I can't get on the plane."

Hoffa said in a low voice, of course he couldn't get on the plane, he was already wanted when he was in England, and it was all thanks to Miller that he was able to board the cruise ship before, he used the Imperius Curse to make Hoffa come to America unimpeded . But Hoffa doesn't know the Imperius Curse, and his wand has lost its core, so he can only wait for Miller's arrival.

But Miller didn't know what kind of stimulation he had received, so he just heard him say in a strange way: "Why, the majestic and legendary wizard Hofferbach can't get on the plane, who will believe it if he tells it."

Hoffa resisted the desire to throw this guy against the wall, and urged: "We have no time to waste, let's go quickly."

"What's the hurry, let me finish eating first."

Hoffa looked at Miller, who seemed to have suddenly become a lady, biting the hot dog skin bit by bit with his teeth, drinking half of the Coke in his mouth and spitting half back into the bottle.

Hoffa looked up to the sky and sighed, "My ancestor, what kind of stimulation did you receive? If you want to torture me like this, can't you work together as well as before?"

"You blame me." Miller said, "You blame me for blowing up the building."

"I'm cheap, it's my mouth that's okay, I went to Genoa and bombed it for you, and I wouldn't say a word if you bombed that city."

Miller laughed out loud, choked on the Coke, covered his nose and blew several times in a row, and said, "Am I that kind of person, am I such a devil, really."

Having said that, he seemed much happier. After stuffing the hot dogs in twos and twos, the two came to the airport formalities. Of course, there is no electricity in this era, and everything is handled manually. This gave Miller a lot. operating space.

"Is there a flight to Italy?" Miller asked the staff: "We want to go to Genoa."

"It's the storm period, and we don't have flights that far for the time being."

said the staff.

"Huh, storm?" Miller raised his eyebrows, "What storm?"

"Storm Kucucci, haven't you read the news? Meteorologists have said that the South Pacific is currently in a storm period, and it is very dangerous to travel now." The flight attendant and Miller said: "Don't talk about going to Genoa, Hawaii is now Can't fly."

After speaking, the staff went to work on other things.

"Oh." Miller spread his hands to Hoffa.

"It seems that we are not very lucky. Now is not the time to travel. Should we wait a few days?"

How could Hoffa wait for a few more days? He couldn't wait for an hour. Now he wished he could turn into a Thunderbird and fly there, but it was impossible for him to turn into a Thunderbird and cross half the world. This was too outrageous.

"Ask, keep asking, ask her what's the shortest way to go to Genoa, we'll go there anyway."

"You're endless, I'm not a fairy, can I make these Muggles fly?" Miller said dissatisfied.

Hoffa also understood that Miller was a bit of a temper, so he didn't argue with him, and just whispered in his ear: "Please, my brother-in-law, you just think of a way, no matter what. , let me go over there for a while, okay?"

If Miller was struck by lightning, his whole body froze. Then he turned his head mechanically and looked at Hoffa with a ghostly look, "You fucking. You just. What did you call me?"

"I"

"Don't call me that!"

Before Hoffa could speak, Miller jumped up like a cat with its tail trampled on, yelling, "I can joke but you can't!"

Hoffa held up his hands and was speechless.

The other passengers behind him cursed impatiently.

"You two, if you want to flirt, go to other places, don't be stuck here, let others line up?"

"What's the noise!? Don't you know first come, first served?"

Miller turned around and cursed, and he seemed to have some violent mood swings. After taking a few deep breaths, he snapped his fingers. Immediately, the noisy passengers behind them all fell silent. The body of the staff in the counter also softened, and they sat there in a daze, their eyes lost.

They were all taken away.

"Arrange the nearest flight to Genoa!"

Miller ordered.

"Storm, unable to travel."

The staff's numb answers.

"I let you arrange it and you arrange it!"

Miller ordered again, his tone very grumpy.

The staff lowered their heads and flipped through the workbook.

"There is a military plane preparing to go to Guam to deliver emergency military supplies. It is currently being overhauled, but it is a military plane, not manned, and not flying to Italy." The staff said.

"All right?" Miller asked Hoffa.

Hoffa thought about it. Although Japan is also far away from Europe, it is at least closer than the United States. Now that time is running out, we should set off immediately. When we get there, we can use the Imperius Curse to get on a new plane, and we can always rush there step by step. Italy.

"Let's go up," Miller said.

The staff stood up numbly, "Please follow me." He said.

So the two followed the staff and walked through the staff passage. Miller took the soul all the way, with few obstacles, and they came to a huge green military plane on the tarmac. At this moment, soldiers were constantly entering it. stuffed with goods.

Those cargoes were barely disguised, all shells. Hoffa looked at those cannonballs, and then thought about the current time, feeling a little bit of a world away in a trance. He secretly wanted to destroy the plane, but his rationality told him that he was also facing a war at this moment, a war that he didn't even know the outcome of, and he couldn't make extra troubles.

Miller disappeared in phantom, and Hoffa also disappeared in phantom. They got into the plane one after another, hid behind a pile of boxes, and waited quietly.

An hour later, the propellers of the military aircraft transporting shells started to rotate, and after loading the cargo, it tilted and slowly climbed in the air.

Hours after takeoff, the duo came within range of the Pacific Ocean. The plane became a little turbulent. Miller stood up and leaned on the round window of the plane, looked outside, and said, "It's really dark."

Hoffa also stood up, and sure enough, the sky outside was as black as ink. As Thunderbird, he could feel that a huge storm was brewing in the sky. This made him a little uneasy. Thunderbird loves storms, but he's not quite a Thunderbird. If the magic is gone, the storm will tear him apart.

"It's going to be okay."

Miller asked in a low voice.

Hoffa touched his shoulder and said, "It should be fine, this is a military aircraft, much stronger than ordinary aircraft."

Miller sat down, looking a little pale.

After another half hour, the turbulence of the plane became severe. Even through the window and the fuselage, Hoffa could feel the strong and roaring storm outside the window. Lightning flashed continuously from the ink-like dark clouds, making people shudder.

"Damn it! Pull up, pull up!!"

In the cabin of the military aircraft, several pilots communicated angrily.

Miller looked at Hoffa worriedly, and there was no turning back when he opened his bow, in this kind of place. His spell can't do much, and even Apparation is too far away from New York.

"It's okay." Hoffa was still comforting Miller, "The storm will only last for a while, and it will be fine in the past."

"Can you go there?" Miller asked softly.

"Yes!" Hoffa said firmly.

As if it was just to slap Hoffa in the face, he just finished speaking. A thick bolt of lightning struck directly from the clouds, hitting the propeller of the plane.