249 Chapter 49, Heart Attack

Looking at the terrified eyes of the group of children, Chloe was a little surprised to find that she didn't break down and cry in this place full of corpses. She thought of her crazy encounter in the nightmare world. Thinking of Hoffa's expression when facing danger, he was surprisingly calm.

"Even if you want me to tell you what will happen in the future, then I need time, I need magic power, I can't tell you everything right away here."

Looking carefully at Chloe's eyes, Mance was a little stunned: "You are very different from when you just left Paris, Miss LeMay, at that time, you would do nothing but cry when you saw me, and now you dare to talk to me Let's talk about the conditions."

"I didn't tell you the conditions, I just stated the objective facts." Chloe said.

"Whether to state the facts or to stall for time."

Mance narrowed his eyes and took out a pistol from his waist, "It seems that my Mr. Scapegoat has arrived."

scapegoat.?

Before Chloe could think about what the other party wanted to express.

Mance grabbed her arm sharply, locking her in front of him, the black pistol pressed to her temple.

"Have you had enough of watching the show, Mr. Bach?" Mance stuck behind Chloe: "If you are still satisfied, you might as well come out and have a chat with me."

Chloe looked at the empty night in front of her, and her heart was pounding.

Slowly, a transparent figure gradually separated from the darkness, holding a steel thorn horizontally, maintaining a forward stabbing posture. The steel thorn was less than half a centimeter away from his throat.

Hoffa took a step back and retracted the steel thorns. He had no idea that the blow he had planned for a long time would be easily seen through by a Muggle.

"How did you find me, aren't you a Muggle?" He frowned in confusion.

"I just habitually don't underestimate any opponent. Counting the time, it's time for you to come." Mance said with a smile, "It really scared me into a cold sweat. You can come behind me quietly, I'm afraid If you had acted a little later, you would have been punctured by now." He also pretended to be frightened: "You really deserve to be a wizard, it's really scary."

Hoffa looked around, turned around and said, "Killing so many people, you say you are afraid of wizards? Wizards should be afraid of you, right?"

"Hey, good luck, good luck," Mance said modestly, "Maybe they are not careful. If they are more careful, there may still be a chance."

Hoffa was convinced at this time, and his sarcasm could also be interpreted by him as a compliment, and he accepted it calmly.

He has seen many ruthless thugs, and many unscrupulous monsters, but this guy is really the only one with a thick skin.

"Just because of her, you killed your boss and your subordinates. Are you really not afraid that German wizards will come to trouble you?"

"Who said I killed it?"

Mance stuck to Chloe's head and said innocently.

"It wasn't you who killed who killed it. Could it be that I couldn't kill it??" As soon as the words fell, Hoffa himself felt something was wrong. Then, he saw the mocking eyes of the man behind the terrified Chloe's face.

"Mr. Bach is really smart. He figured out who the real culprit is so quickly. He really deserves to be Mr. Grindelwald's master disciple. He wiped out so many wizards and vampires in a snap of his fingers. I am amazed."

"You fart!"

Hoffa's heart was a little cold, he gritted his teeth and said, "You want to pour dirty water on me, what kind of international joke are you making, do you think anyone will believe what you say?" He took a step forward with a fierce look on his face.

"Ha, this is not dirty water."

With a click, the insurance on Chloe's forehead was pulled open: "If you kill me recklessly, then I will most likely kill your lord nun.

If I live with this beautiful nun, then there are so many vampires and wizards here, and their deaths will all be blamed on you, Mr. Bach. After all, you are the only survivor here. "

As he said that, he continued to smack his mouth: "My God, this is simply a supreme achievement, and I am envious when I think about it. Hey, from now on, you will add another rich stroke to your legendary resume, tsk tsk, kill! The entire family of the vampire wizard Rusfan, plus the severe damage to the German Wizarding Association, only you are worthy of such honor."

Hoffa's face was livid, and he gritted his teeth: "And then was he endlessly revenged and hunted down by German wizards?"

"What are you afraid of? Do you think that those people in Germany will win in the end? Their defeat is already certain. Even if you look at it from the perspective of Muggles, how could a mentally unstable guy like Hitler be the opponent of the heroes of the world." Said Then, he licked his lips, took Chloe and took a step back: "Please, even if I have done a hundred bad things, with this one good thing, I can already make up for it for you British wizards." .”

"So this is what you did, find a way out for yourself in advance, and borrow her strength?"

"Everyone finds a way out for themselves. I don't want to be in a military court the next time I meet you. How about it? Do you want to let me go directly?"

Mance smiled and said: "I didn't want to do anything to you, Hoffa. I just wanted to see Miss Flamel is beautiful and kind, so I came to have an in-depth exchange with her. I know Mr. Bach, you have someone you love, and Miss Flamel is right. For you, it’s just an occasional escort mission. To put it bluntly, a stranger you met by chance, you still have to leave her after completing the mission. If that’s the case, why don’t you let me send her there for you? of"

"Save the trouble?" Hoffa sighed, interrupting Mance's babbling. "I really appreciate your kindness, but it doesn't have to be."

After speaking, he disappeared in place.

Mance immediately pulled the nun towards the Roman pillar behind her.

next second.

Hoffa jumped out of the darkness and appeared in front of Mance. He inserted his hand very quickly, and blocked Chloe's temple pistol with his left hand.

Mance gave a short laugh and pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit Hoffa's black iron hand, sparking dazzling sparks, and the fire light illuminated the faces of the two, and then the Browning exploded directly due to the rebound of the bullet, and the reaction force and metal fragments exploded in Mann. Si's face, leaving half of his face covered in blood.

He reacted very quickly, kicking Chloe on the back first, kicking her far away, rolling and landing on the sand.

Then, with the help of this reaction force, he retreated quickly and leaned firmly on a Roman column. Reaching his palm to his waist, he took out a detonator.

boom! !

The Roman column was punched through.

Puff! !

A steel thorn pierced through the Roman pillar, protruded from Mance's chest, and directly penetrated his heart.

The moonlight was covered by dark clouds, and the surroundings were plunged into thick darkness. Mance lowered his head in disbelief, looked at the steel thorn on his chest, and did not make the slightest sound.

Behind the Roman pillars, Hoffa locked his arms and took his detonator. "Why think so much," he said disdainfully, "Talking as if you can take her away from me."

Mance didn't answer, his arms dropped slowly.

Pulling out the steel thorn, the man fell face down on the ground with a plop, twitched twice, and stopped moving.

After falling to the ground, Hoffa immediately came to him, raised his right hand to change the knife, and stabbed his heart three times in a row, poking his chest into a sieve, and then stopped.

It's not that he likes to torture and kill, but that this guy is really terrifying. There are so many vampires and wizards, so they will die if they say they die. Although he is a Muggle, Hoffa also maintains the utmost respect for him, and actively fills up the knife.

After mending the knife, he even touched the other person's neck to make sure there was no pulse, then stood up, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and let out a long sigh, "Damn it."

Moonlight emerged from behind the dark clouds.

"Hohofa"

A trembling cry came from behind, Hoffa turned around and stood in front of Chloe, the reunion after three days seemed as long as a year. Neither of them spoke, and there was a depressing atmosphere in the air. Looking at it, the nun's eyes turned red.

Her expression changed from sadness to grievance, and from grievance to anger: "You said that you escorted me to London safely, but as a result, you disappeared as soon as I opened my eyes!"

She sat on the table, pointed at Hoffa with her chained hands, and seemed to want to scold him with a thousand words, but finally she shook off her fingers and jumped off the table, bending over regardless of her hands being bound He took off the messy gold ornaments on his head, threw them on the ground, and strode towards the places where the children were held.

Hoffa quickly grabbed her, and when he found her, a big stone fell from his heart. She's still the good nun, she hasn't turned into a vampire, she hasn't turned into a monster.

"My fault, never again."

"Next time, don't come to see me!" Chloe said angrily with a strong nasal voice.

"Okay, okay." Hoffa patted her on the back.

"Release the handcuffs first, I found a Hogwarts companion, and it will be safe to leave here."

"snort!"

The nun stretched out her hand angrily, and gave him the handcuffs.

Hoffa bent down, trying to find the key to the handcuffs on the dead Mance. But when he looked down, the man's body had disappeared.

At the same time, the sound of piercing the sky came back and approached.

He turned sharply.

Puff! !

Blood splattered.

Chloe's expression froze.

Hoffa's smile froze, and a icy coldness came from his chest, and it took a full three seconds before he felt the severe pain. He lowered his head, and the same steel rod protruded directly from his chest, which was stained red with blood.

"You still have to think about it, Bach."

Whispers came close to his earlobe, and the man behind him smiled and said, "If it's only this level, I'm not worthy to perform this task."

The owner of the voice was Mance, whose heart had just been pierced by him. Hoffa turned his head and saw the man's evil and pleasant eyes.

In the next second, under the impact, he fell to the ground. Mance took advantage of the opportunity to ride on Hoffa's chest. Half of his face was covered in blood, and he was very ferocious. You could see the moon behind him along the hole in his chest.

"Know your fate, Bach?"

The tone was like a small talk between friends, but he was merciless in his hands. He turned the steel thorn hard, and Hoffa's heart was smashed into pieces in an instant, and he opened his mouth to spurt out large streams of blood.

"If you don't speak, then I'll tell you that there is probably only a dead end."