Chapter 822: Unqualified deceased

"Boom boom boom boom boom—"
A series of explosions suddenly sounded in the black market, followed by billowing smoke and fiery fire.
This is a "little joke" played by the wizards in Maca and the black market.
There are a lot of elves who have been turned by Maca from an island in Roina's sea. Once gathered, a single round of volley will also cause quite amazing results.
Just as Voldemort and his Death Eaters tried to launch an attack on Hogwarts, this kind of attack could not be a powerful wizard of Dumbledore's level, but it could form a strong deterrent to ordinary wizards.
At the beginning, these explosions only appeared in residential areas with very few people, but it was soon discovered that the whole explosion had a tendency to spread to other areas.
"boom!"
There was another blast, this time everyone finally saw it clearly-it was someone who was casting a spell to maliciously destroy, and the number of those "destroyers" was definitely quite a lot!
"Run!"
I don't know who shouted, and the crowd on the street began to surge, rushing to the other side of the black market.
Herd utility, began to exert its power.
Seeing that most people were pushing away from the explosion, the rest ran away subconsciously. At this moment, most people don't know each other, but they have almost the same idea in their hearts-"Run!"
At this moment, on the other side of the block opposite the residential area being bombarded by a large block of wizards, a group of wizards gathered in uniform uniforms at the end of the main road.
Above them, a string of letters formed by a spell spelled a sparkling word:
"The door key collection desk."
They are both the Auror of the Ministry of Magic, but here the Auror's identity is of little use.
Maca has some understanding of the psychology of these wizards in the black market. He knows that it is naive to want these guys to obey orders and escape from here.
But no matter what, he couldn't save the wizards in the entire black market. Even if he could be ruthless himself, he would not let the Ministry of Magic and even the International Federation of Wizards know his ruthlessness.
So, thinking about it, he simply used this "shepherd style" method.
If you compare the elves who are making an explosion to a shepherd, the wizard who has been driven to flee in the black market is a sheep. As for the Auror that he placed on the other side, he played the role of "outlet of sheepfold".
Standing at the top of a relatively tall building in the residential area, Maca looked at the crowds on the streets far away, and there was a subtle smile on her face.
For the British Ministry of Magic, this is done to fulfill its obligations.
Even if the black market is always on the surface of the edge of the British magic world, in the final analysis, it is also a part of the magic world.
Where there is light, there is darkness, and coordinating light with darkness is what the Ministry of Magic has been doing.
Protecting residents on the black market is also the job of the Ministry of Magic when problems occur on the black market.
But for Maca, this actually has some meaning.
His purpose has always been to deal with Haierbo, and if Haierbo is no longer a threat to the British magic world, it is clear that Guangkong ’s vacancy of an underground black market cannot have any substantial impact on Haierbo.
If that guy wants to get something done, he can change places at any time to continue toss.
"So, this can only be a 'little joke' ..."
Marka looked out into the distance, muttered a murmur, and then turned away from the roof. But when he saw him blinking, he rushed out in a certain direction very quickly in the next second, and disappeared into the thick smoke in a blink of an eye.
...
The roof where Maca stood just now was more than a hundred feet from the house of the Witt family. Near this section of the street, it was also the main target for some elves to cast bombs.
But it happened that none of the spells had landed on the place of Witt's house.
Listening to the rumbling explosion outside, most of the members of the Witte's family showed a suspicious expression.
No way, this kind of attack is no longer normal means. Even if they want to run, they have to figure out if they can get the bombing range!
"Has the protective spell been rolled out?"
A steward hurried downstairs and asked.
"Everyone is here, all sides are preparing to be in place, and it should start soon." This was another family manager answering.
Although no house has been attacked so far, no one can guarantee that it will never be blown up. Therefore, stepping up defense preparation is the safest option.
And at the same time, in the basement.
"Cursed bombing?"
Haierbo's expression moved slightly, but he didn't figure out why for a while.
"Is that McLean again? What is he trying to do this time ..." Just thinking for a moment, he turned to "Arrange defense work, and then send someone to check the situation ... other things, Ignore it. "
He didn't care what the Witt family would become, in his opinion, it was just a small accident. What's more, he still has more important things to do now!
"……Ok."
The old owner of Witt responded helplessly, and then turned and left.
"boom!"
As soon as the host's front foot left, Haierbo in the back room immediately waved. Suddenly, Asa, who was lying unconscious on the ground, suddenly rose into the air, followed by a heavy fall to the hard ground.
"Uh……"
As he woke up, the dull pain in his back and legs made him frown.
The fall just now is not bad. If he hadn't undergone the transformation and his physique exceeded that of ordinary people a lot, probably he has broken a lot of bones now.
But the next moment, still lying on the ground, he glimpsed Haierbo sitting not far away.
"Who the are you? Where is this? Why brought me here?"
A series of three questions expressed doubts in Asa's heart. But even if he already understood the strength of the guy in front of him, he would not lose the necessary calm.
"Me?" Haierbo chuckled. "You don't need to know who I am."
The words didn't fall, and there was a stern flash in his deep eyes, and the two lines of sight that penetrated the soul seemed to have an invisible suction, making Asa couldn't help looking at the eyes.
Immediately, his body was shaken, and his brain was roaring.
After a while, Asa felt that his consciousness had resumed, but his whole sense of demobilization made it difficult for him to support his body, and he fell to the ground with a plop.
"Huh, didn't you tell your own location?" Haierbo narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Why don't I believe it?"
"Origin ... are you looking for our boss?" Asa lying down strugglingly said, "If you want the summoning part of" Abatair ", just take the life of Maca McLean ... ... "
Haierbo heard an ironic smile on the corner of her mouth.
"He was saved by an old man in his childhood. When he grows up, he is willing to use everything to repay the other party, even at the expense of himself ... Hey, what a wonderful friendship! Do you mean it?"
Asham's taunt, Asa appears unmoved. As far as he is concerned, this relationship is the most sincere and the biggest conviction when he performs the task again and again.
And when a person is not afraid of death, what else can make him move?
Because of this, Maca also felt very energized when he faced these deadly guys.
However, Haierbo's mockery did not end because of his firm performance.
"It's a pity," he said, lifting his jaw slightly, looking down at the latter. "In this world, there are always some people who can become a qualified deceased ... but this does not include you."
As he was speaking, Haierbo suddenly leaned down and stared at Asa's face tightly.
"I heard that your companion named 'Millian' has been with your boss for a few years?"
"I also heard that she is in the black market right now?"
"I heard again ... Although you never mentioned it in your mouth, you always secretly adore this young companion ..."
The more he said ~ EbookFREE.me ~ the more indifferent Yasa's expression became. The contrast between the tight face and the gradual sharpening of the eyes became clearer.
"What the are you talking about."
Asa finally couldn't help but speak, his voice was as cold as mixed with ice scum, which made people feel that even the air had dropped several degrees at once.
However, Haierbo, who was not far away, seemed to be unaware of it.
"What am I talking about, don't you understand?"
His words seemed to be just to tease him for pleasure. After saying this, he stood up indifferently and walked towards the door of the secret room.
Haierbo's pace was not fast, da, da, da ... every step seemed to be pounding Asa's atrium.
Yes, what this guy wants to know is already in his head. Now for this guy, his Asaph is useless garbage.
So what should this guy do after playing him casually?
"and many more!"
Asaph's voice was a little hoarse from nowhere. There was a kind of pain in his heart that burned his gratitude to Grandpa Raven.
There are also many types of love. For Asaph, Million may be heavier than he thought.
"I can go to her for you, believe me, it must be faster than you go!"
Haierbo's footsteps did not stop.
"Wait, stop! I ... I can take you there, but ... you have to make sure that when you get what you want, let us go ... no, at least let her go!"
Asa's shout was exhausted, but was this ... useful?
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