265 Chapter 65, Doomed Failure

On the streets of Bournemouth, Mance was wearing a gray robe and a hat, and his steps were flying. Order has been restored in Bournemouth after the vampires have been completely purged. At intervals, a large number of police officers would pass by in unison on the street. They wore black uniforms, knocked on doors from house to house, and some even took out pens and paper to record something.

It seems that they are searching for the remnants of the vampire incident.

Dark clouds hovered in the sky, some scraps of paper were flying in the air, and the air pressure was extremely low, which was a harbinger of heavy rain. The police officers and pedestrians on the street noticed the abnormal weather, they yelled and returned to their residences or vehicles.

At this moment, a black shadow floated over Mance's head. He raised his head and saw the blurry figure tumbling in the dark clouds. His head twitched a few times. Every time he twitched, a lot of information flooded into his mind.

Then, he lowered his head, narrowed his eyes, and continued walking forward.

The future was very clear in his eyes. He knew that Hoffa Bach would definitely come to find him. He knew that the young wizard got the key to kill him, and he knew that he would break the key. He also knew that as long as he defeated Hoffa Bach, Sister Chloe was just in his pocket.

As long as he could control that nun and get her blood regularly, it would be easy to see the future.

But the more things he can see, the clearer he is, and the more information he gets. The thick and intractable anxiety became more and more heavy, and the shadow of death hung high on the top like the sharp sword of Damocles.

If anyone can die without realizing it, it must be Grindelwald, but he will never allow such a thing to happen.

When we walked to the alley about 300 meters away from the port, the air pressure became lower and lower, and there began to be thunder flashes in the dark clouds of the sky. The violent wind blew a piece of banana peel in the trash can, and it hung on Mance's forehead.

He didn't move.

boom!

A bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating the alleyway.

A figure appeared out of thin air on the other side of the alley. Before the rainstorm, everything looked gray and white, be it trees or buildings, the only thing that could see color was the golden pupils of the boy over there.

"Where are you going?" the gray-haired, blond-eyed boy asked.

"I'm going to find Grindelwald and kill him."

Mance took off the banana peel hanging from his head and looked at the boy in front of him without any surprise. Hoffa Bach's arrival was completely within his expectation, and he didn't even bother to take the initiative to find him.

"This is also your purpose, so I suggest you get out of the way."

"I won't."

The boy shook his head, "If the price of killing the Dark Lord is to get another Dark Lord, I'd rather keep the status quo. With all due respect, you are scarier than Grindelwald to some extent."

"It's really nosy." Mance took off his hood and stretched his neck, "But that's okay, this is who you are, and I don't want to convince you. If you want to fight, then come."

"Only you, where are your split bodies?"

The boy on the other side of the alley was motionless.

"ha,"

Mance laughed impatiently, "Do you really think you're worth my shot at the same time? Forget it, I'll be alone now, so you don't have to say I'm bullying you. Come on."

The boy on the other side of the alley didn't move, and he didn't intend to make a move. After the two looked at each other for a while, the gray-haired boy suddenly said, "I don't want to kill you, I really just want to take Chloe away."

"It's as if you can really kill me." Mance felt sarcasm, he pointed to the distance and said, "Didn't you put her on the roof of the building three hundred meters away? If you want to take her away, just Take her away."

"Will you really allow me to do that, and will you never look for her again?"

Mance curled his lips and shook his head, "Of course not."

"I don't want to kill you." The gray-haired boy repeated again: "In fact, the killing along the way makes me feel tired and disgusted. If I can, I don't want to see death again, even if it's your death."

The disdain on Mance's face slowly disappeared. At this moment, he suddenly saw a kind of sincerity on the boy's face, a look he had never seen on anyone's face.

"Then, what should I do?" Mance asked slowly, "In the eyes of the wizard Bach, what should I be like to be considered a good citizen?"

"That's your own choice, it has nothing to do with me. There are so many people in this world, there will always be some strange souls. There is no rule on earth that says not to raise murderers, nor does it say not to raise shameless bastards, if you If you want benefits, go for it. If you want to be at the top of the pyramid, go for it. But, Mance, Chloe is really important to me. I can't give her to you .”

As he said that, the boy took a step forward and stretched out his hand, "It's enough, Mance, it's really enough, even a rabbit will bite if it's in a hurry."

Mance took a step back. He looked at the boy's outstretched hand, but couldn't help but think of Grindelwald.

"It's really a strange statement. I have to say that I like you more than that nun."

He lifted off his robe, revealing the straight military uniform underneath, and the silver pupils under the brim of the hat: "But, for me, if there is something beyond my control, I have to find a way to subdue him It's good to post."

The words have come to this point, there is no need to say any more. The air pressure in the sky was extremely low, and a drop of rain fell on his head, as if an attack horn was blowing. In an instant, thousands of raindrops fell at the same time, making a crackling sound.

The boy at the entrance of the alley disappeared.

Mance made a fist with one hand.

Time was quickly slowed down, and countless results flowed through his mind. He could see the young man less than half a meter away from him at this moment, leaning back, with one hand clenched and the other forward, like a still ancient Greek sculpture.

In the slow-moving time, he shook his head, pulled a Mauser from his pocket, and approached the fist-thumping teenager. Against his forehead, directly pull the trigger.

boom! !

Tongues of fire spit out.

Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, the sky thundered and thundered.

Time flow returns to normal.

The moment Hoffa punched, he was hit in the forehead by a bullet and flew backwards. The muscles of the legs collided with the accumulated water on the ground, and a large bouquet of water splashed out, and he remained motionless.

Mance put down his pistol, watched the guy fall into the stagnant water, and shook his head: "Get up, don't try to pretend to be dead and plot against me, it's useless."

After speaking, I saw the young man slowly getting up from the rainy ground, his forehead was sunken, and there was a light blue metallic luster on it.

"Can you keep up with my speed?" He asked puzzled.

"It's just that time has slowed down." Mance said lightly: "A hundred times more static."

tick.

The movement of the boy in front of him slowed down, and the falling raindrops also turned into slow motion. After more than ten seconds, he was still standing still with his waist bent.

Mance changed a clip for the pistol, walked slowly to Hoffa and walked around. At last those fiery golden eyes caught his attention, and he took out the pistol again and pointed it at his pupils.

"Goodbye," he said, pulling the trigger.

The moment the trigger was pulled, those golden pupils rolled and locked onto Mance who was holding the gun. Then, a bolt of lightning fell from the dark cloud, and it landed on Mance at a speed visible to the naked eye, knocking him to the ground, and even the pistol exploded on the spot under the action of high energy.

The time returned to normal, and the rain fell with a crackling sound.

The moment it returned to normal, countless raindrops turned into silver steel needles in the process of falling, densely stabbing the fallen Mance, turning him into a bleeding hedgehog.

tick.

The steel needle turned back into a raindrop and floated upward again.

The bleeding hedgehog stood up from the ground again, and the Mauser that was blown into twists was also reassembled, becoming brand new and normal.

The time was reversed to one second before the lightning fell. Mance stood in place and pointed the gun at Hoffa's pupils, but this time, when the lightning fell, he jumped back in time to avoid the thunder.

The moment he dodged, in the dark cloud-covered sky, hundreds of thunderbolts fell at the same time like tentacles, countless lightning flashed, everything in the whole world was as pale as snowflakes.

Faced with such a massive lightning strike, Mance laughed back without fear: "Don't you know it's meaningless?"

Boom boom boom! !

Lightning tore through the darkness.

The moment the time returned to normal, the torrential rain completely drenched him. The gray rain and mist were mixed with thunder, and he could hardly see.

Mance raised his head, only to see a flash of gray light, the sharp golden eyes swept an arc in the air, the gray-haired boy came to him, pulled out the twig from his waist, and pierced his lower abdomen.

Sensing the crisis and the indomitable look in that guy's eyes, he grinned: "Thousand times stagnant!"

The flow of time slows down to almost a standstill.

All the sounds disappeared, and at this speed, even the thunder from the sky no longer roared, and they could only be seen circling downward from the sky little by little, like countless silver branches with sharp forks, little by little. Hanging upside down, meandering from the sky, slowly, growing down.

The gorgeous and brilliant inconceivable beauty reflected an extremely dazzling white light on the ground full of stagnant water.

On that day, countless residents of Bournemouth could not sleep at night under the thunder. They lay on the window sill and saw the most winding scene at the end of summer. For Muggles who don't know what magic is, this moment of lightning is enough to remember them for a lifetime.

But for Mance, he could feel bored watching this scene to his heart's content. He walked up to the immobile Thundercaller and pulled out the twig from his hand.

Click!

Simple and simple.

The thin mistletoe was snapped straight in half.

Then he raised his hand and threw it into the thunderstorm. The high temperature instantly turned the twig into ashes, completely non-existent.

tick.

Time returned to normal.

Hoffa maintained the piercing posture, and rushed into the thunder formation. He didn't stab anyone, but he was hit heavily by the lightning he created, and his skin was torn apart. After getting up, he stumbled back several steps.

Dense lightning fell on the open space around Mance, and the silver electric current that exploded separated all the water droplets in the air, and also bruised him all over his body. He sneered recklessly, "Black mistletoe, thank you for finding this thing. , who told you this secret?"

He tilted his head and thought for a second, "Oh yes, it must be that guy Aldo, right? Among my group of men who eat inside and outside, Aldo is the most shameless one."

"He's a hundred times stronger than you." Hoffa's body was covered with wounds struck by lightning, but the expression on his face did not loosen at all.

"The dead are better than the living, never heard of it."

Mance strode forward, he didn't use any ability, but walked upright in front of Hoffa, staring down at his opponent's eyes: "The mistletoe is gone, all the information is within my vision , everything you can do is also under my observation. Tell me, how can I defeat an omniscient enemy?"

"If you want to defeat me, turn the time to daytime." Hoffa said, "Otherwise, in this night, even if I can't kill you, you can't kill me."

With just one sentence, the veins on Mance's forehead popped up. He clenched his fists and breathed extremely rapidly. This reminder was like a blow to the head, allowing him to see clearly the shadow of death hovering over his head.

"Why don't you turn around? Could it be that you can't actually see the daytime?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Mance was so angry that he slowed down the time directly, slapped Hoffa on the face with his backhand, and roared furiously: "Your failure is doomed, I have already seen through your future, no one will be optimistic about you, no one will know , no one appreciates, no one recognizes!"

"Nothing to do with you."

Tick ​​tock, time stands still.

Mance punched the gray-haired boy in the face.

Tick ​​tock, time flows.

Hoffa slammed back against the wall, raising his arms.

Tick ​​tock, time stands still.

Mance punched him in the face again.

"Sad heroism has long been outdated, people now will only become more and more like me!!"

boom!

He punched it down again.

Nosebleeds trickle down cracked lips.

boom!

Another punch.

boom!

Another punch.

Mance tirelessly stopped time, started time, and at the same time tirelessly punched and punched until his fists were bloody. He didn't realize it, and he didn't want to stop. On this night of storm and thunder, everything was staged like a script written.

However, the more he beat this guy, the more irritable he became.

The harder Hoffa Bach was beaten, the less he could see his fate. When Grindelwald will come to kill himself is completely unknown. He doesn't know, and his confusion and anxiety are getting worse.

And this anxiety can only be vented through violence.

So punch and punch, and punch and punch.

From the perspective of ordinary people, only a few minutes had passed, but from Mance's point of view, he had been beating the boy in front of him for several days. Until he was completely beaten into a pig's head, his originally handsome face was beaten into an appearance that his own mother could not recognize, and the bones on the back of his hand were cracked.

Finally, the torrential rain gradually subsided, and the thunder and lightning in the sky were also extinguished. The turbulent magic power became calm.

Mance landed a final knee blow on the boy's stomach. Hoffa, who had been beaten for nearly a hundred hours during the slow time, fell motionless in the stagnant water, his chest heaving slightly.

With his bone-ridden right hand, he tore off his tattered coat, tugged at his bow tie, and said wearily and cruelly, "You lost."