90 Chapter 23, Barcelona

July 6th.

Barcelona.

The last city on the journey.

Hoffa, who traveled through the wilderness for several days, finally came to the end of the journey. As long as you set foot on the station of this city, this journey will come to an end.

Here, Hoffa can already see the towering Pyrenees Mountains in the distance very clearly, and see the patches of white at the top of the mountains.

Outside the city, Hoffa saw stretches of fences surrounding herds of cows and horses,

Some gypsies camped under the trees, and the wine dealers set up barracks and put up unintelligible banners under the trees. Under the scorching sun, from time to time, some people dressed as cowboys on horseback stopped under the shade of the trees, drinking happily.

"Is there a holiday here?" Hoffa asked Sylby sideways.

"Don't worry about anything." It was Osilvia who answered him, "Don't go far with me, we'll go back to London right away after we get our things."

Hoffa nodded. At the end of the journey, he didn't want to make any mistakes. He could finish this dangerous mission quickly, return to London, and wait for the start of school in peace. That's naturally the best.

As in Granada, there are also numerous propaganda posters all over here, and some symbols of the Axis powers can be seen everywhere here.

But the difference is that here, Hoffa saw many workers set up gateposts at the intersection, blocking the streets on both sides.

A group of strong men wielded shovels to dig holes on the ground. After digging the holes, they vigorously knocked wooden stakes on the ground, knocking down one every few meters. Those stakes also have their own number.

Hoffa didn't know what these Spaniards were doing. It looked like they were preparing for some pre-war fortifications, but the beaming expressions on their faces didn't seem like they were preparing for war.

Osilvia walked past these people without turning their eyes. Only when she saw the street map, she would stop and look for a moment.

The three of them were walking on the street. At this time, the music of reed pipe, fife and drum came from far and near in the street.

Hoffa backed away with Sylby on his back, looking at the teams in traditional costumes and beating gongs and drums, full of wonder.

The group danced across the street, and the music faded away as the procession got farther and farther away.

"What are these people doing?"

So he turned his head and asked Osilvia, "Do you know what's going on?"

Osilvia shook her head, "I've never been here before."

"Running of the Bulls," Sylby replied feebly to Hoffa. "These people are celebrating."

"oh."

Hoffa grunted.

Although I know that this city is celebrating a festival. However, watching those people with red and yellow paint on their faces dance and walk in front of me.

Hoffa always felt something strange, there was always an inexplicable frenzy permeating the city, and this frenzy penetrated into Hoffa's mental force field from top to bottom, making it difficult for him to concentrate.

He felt like a virus that had broken into a living being, watching from all directions.

This was the first time Hoffa felt his mental force field was suppressed.

Hoffa turned around, but no one was looking at him.

Strange, he looked up at the sky.

The sun was glaring, the clouds were blooming, and the sky was clear.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Go to the station." Hoffa took the map in Osivia's hand and asked a little uneasily, "Can you go faster?"

"Let him send a letter to his family first, asking them to bring the keys." Osivia looked at Sylby and said calmly.

"Okay, Post Office," said Sylby curtly, "I'll make a phone call."

The three of them walked to the city post office. In this era, there is no such simple mobile phone as later generations, not even a push-button phone. The only thing in the post office is an old museum rotary telephone.

The post office was very crowded, and all kinds of soldiers and old men with bags crowded here to post letters. In this era, ordinary people's social interaction is still dominated by letters.

Osivia was unwilling to enter the post office full of big men, so she stood at the door and waited for Hoffa.

Fortunately, in this era, making phone calls is a VIP service of the post office, and the price is high. The condition of the phone counter is not bad, and there are two chairs.

Hoffa put Sylby down, then dialed a few numbers according to his instructions, and put the microphone to his ear.

The phone was connected, and Silby was speaking French on the phone, and a respectful voice came from the other end of the phone.

Hoffa could not understand a word of Sylby's orders.

Holding the microphone in his hand, he looked at Osilvia who was waiting outside the post office, and Osilvia was also standing there waiting for him.

Through the glass, Hoffa could see all kinds of carnival jumping crowd behind Osivia.

A child holds a balloon, a man beats a drum, and a woman twirls in a long skirt. And clowns with painted faces exaggeratedly dancing on their knees

Hoffa's ears were buzzing with noise, and the sound made him a little dizzy and uncomfortable, as if he had been disturbed by inexplicable radiation.

He shook his head, trying to pull himself together.

At this moment, through a glass, Hoffa saw a strangely dressed man in a suit and a crown, sideways parting the carnival crowd on the street.

Hoffa was startled, a crown, a suit?

Isn't this the driving man I saw on the streets of Morocco that night? Why did he appear here?

As he walked, he took out a huge revolver from his chest, pointed at Osivia's back, and pulled the trigger.

Without warning.

is the real killer.

Hoffa's face changed drastically, and the microphone in his hand dropped.

He almost roared out: "Be careful!"

Osilvia twisted her waist like lightning, and her whole body moved more than three meters away.

With a smear of blood, the bullet missed and shattered the glass window of the post office.

The crowd at the post office was dumbfounded for a second, then screamed. Scattered and fled.

In the blink of an eye, Osylvia swung her wand sideways, and an arc-shaped spell was drawn back directly.

The man wearing the crown was thrown backwards and smashed into the wall, after which Osilvia let out a sharp roar: "You?!"

boom! !

The man in the suit leaped out of the rubble, aimed again without any hesitation, and at the same time drew a second revolver, aiming at Silby in the post office without looking.

boom! !

He fired with both hands.

Flame breath.

Hoffa immediately picked up Sylby, and Ghost Walk rushed out of the post office.

The crowd who had been reveling just now fled in all directions, the streets became a mess, the balloons were trampled on the ground, and the trumpets and guitars fell to the ground, making harsh friction sounds, which were extremely sharp.

The man in the suit turned his head and rushed towards Hoffa, while Osivia flicked his wand: "Crucio!"

A red light flashed, and the man in the suit flew more than 20 meters away as if hit by a shell, smashing a glass and a wall, and opening a big hole in a building in the distance.

The crowd knocked Hoffa sideways, he didn't care about being surprised, and quickly rushed to Osivia who was standing still, and grabbed her arm: "Osivia, go quickly."

But she stared fixedly at the black hole of the building with green eyes, and said to Hoffa indifferently, "Wait for me at the station."

While speaking, the man in the suit came out of the shattered building calmly, his clothes not messed up.

Hoffa was stunned, and he said angrily: "What are you thinking? We agreed to complete the task together!"

Osilvia squeezed out a few words through her teeth with a distorted expression: "I said, wait for me at the station!!"

Damn, what's the situation?

The witch who had always been calm suddenly lost her mind. Hoffa turned around and ran away with Sylby on his back. Behind him, Osilvia rushed towards the man in the suit recklessly.

Sylby murmured, "Hate!"

"Don't talk, show the way."

"left."

The surroundings fell into chaos like muddy water, and the Spanish police came from all directions on horseback, whistled sharply, and even shot into the sky.

At such a chaotic moment, several transport planes roared and swooped past in the air.

Afterwards, the three black shadows jumped out of the plane and landed heavily on the ground. The whole ground shook three times, and countless cracks appeared.

Among the screaming crowd, three more men in suits appeared, blocking Hoffa's way.

Hoffa was stunned by such a crazy appearance, and he scolded: "Where's Captain America!?"

No answer.

The three killers converged and ran at lightning speed, their eyes firmly locked on Hoffa.

Hoffa disappeared directly in place, turned a corner, and changed direction.

The frightening thing is that this time, Hoffa used ghost walk, but they were still able to follow behind him firmly.

It was the first time someone cracked the location of Ghost Walk, and Hoffa couldn't figure out what was going on.

He could only give up the extremely expensive ghost walk, and began to convert magic power into life.

While the muscles swelled, Hoffa's speed began to increase.

But this is still not as fast as the three guys behind them. Their calves almost threw out the phantom. Hoffa estimated that their speed was already 40km/h.

At this time, there was a sudden explosion.

A cloud of gray smoke appeared over the theater on the opposite side of the square, and this cloud of smoke hung in the air like flowering shrapnel.

Soon, another one popped up, dragging a long blue smoke in the bright sun. When it exploded, there was only a flash of dazzling light, and then another cloud of smoke appeared.

Look at the sky in the direction of the fireworks.

A plan of escape came to Hoffa's mind, and he asked Sylby, "Hey, are there any bulls for the Running of the Bulls?"

"Of course there is," said Sylby.

So Hoffa ran to the place where the fireworks bloomed, and the three killers also followed behind him.

Gradually, the voices of the crowd sounded in Hoffa's ears. The voices began to buzz like mosquitoes and flies, then opened like a torrent, and finally covered them like an avalanche.

Turn a cross street corner.

A black cheering crowd appeared in Hoffa's sight. Those people surrounded the wooden fence on the street, waving flags and shouting, and the three floors inside and outside were packed tightly.

It is the audience watching the running of the bulls ceremony.

Want to squeeze in?

No way, too many people.

Several killers behind him quickly approached.

Hoffa's eyes rolled quickly, he grabbed Sylby's arm tightly, then leaped high, directly stepped on the shoulders of the crowd, and ran over the shoulders and heads of the crowd swinging from side to side.

Some people's top hats were crushed by him, and some people's beer bottles were trampled off by him.

His behavior greatly angered the spectators who participated in the running of the bulls.

"Hey! Bastard, what are you doing?"

"Brat, show me some respect!"

Hoffa didn't understand what they were scolding, and he didn't bother to apologize.

Amidst the rage of a group of spectators, he jumped off the guardrail and came to the street of the Running of the Bulls Festival.