Three strong men wearing gas masks and windproof coats, holding firearms in their hands, were in a box. On the ground next to them lay an old man who had been shot, and it seemed that he would not survive.
The glass was shattered, and three strong men with guns came face to face with Bai Lin in mid-air. Bai Lin recognized them based on their size alone. The leader was none other than his "old friend" Caesar.
And Bai Lin suddenly discovered that in the box not far from the lawbreakers, it was his cheap uncle Fudge, the British Minister of Magic. Bai Lin immediately understood that Caesar's target was Fudge, but he didn't know it. The exact box number where Fudge was, so he was searching from box to box, and when he saw the wizard, he shot him without saying a word.
No assassination of the Minister of Magic of a traditional magical country like the United Kingdom could cause more sensation. At this moment, Bai Lin also thought about many other things clearly.
Before, he had always thought that Caesar would attack the French Ministry of Magic, but later he discovered that the entrance to the French Ministry of Magic was similar to the British Ministry of Magic. It was a mechanism that required magic to open.
When Bai Lin was watching a movie before, he sneered at the entrance of the British Ministry of Magic, which was the size of a telephone booth. With such efficiency, a hundred people coming in and out a day would lead to a long queue in front of the telephone booth. But later he learned that most wizards would Entering through the Floo Network, only under special circumstances, wizards and Muggles will enter through the main entrance, so high operating efficiency is not required, and it creates a very effective barrier for spellbreakers to enter.
If the spellbreakers carry secret equipment, they will not be able to enter the hall of the Ministry of Magic at all, because it will be mutually exclusive with the teleportation magic of the gate. And even if the spellbreakers squat in front of the gate for a year, I am afraid they will not be able to squat out of the French Ministry of Magic. minister. The Quidditch World Cup provides them with an excellent target. They can't assassinate the French minister, and the same can be said for assassinating you in the UK.
Before Bai Lin could think of anything else, Caesar without saying a word raised the two shiny silver extended revolvers in his hand. Bai Lin's most accurate shot was two guns. This time, his guns were equipped with silencers, and they only made two shots. The muffled sound showed that he was well prepared.
Bai Lin suddenly rolled sideways on the broom, and the two bullets almost missed his ears, and he knew that Caesar would not be able to give him two shots and leave. He pressed the broom down fiercely, and his body Suddenly it dropped two floors.
Sure enough, two big men besides Caesar quickly poked their heads out from their floor and wanted to give Bai Lin a few more shots, but when they reached the edge of the stands, they gave Bai Lin an excellent opportunity.
"Shattered into pieces!" Bai Lin cast the spell not at the spellbreakers, but at the floor of their bleachers, and Bai Lin's spell was far beyond the power of ordinary wizards. He can only blow up clods of earth and the like. His 101 points of magic power are enough to blast a gap as big as a round table in the steel structure stand under the feet of two big men who are law breakers. Even if the two big men are wearing secret text inner armor, it will be useless. He fell directly from the gap, in a free fall motion, and fell towards the ground of the arena. Although there was grass below, the height of the twelve floors was almost enough without falling to death.
But against Caesar, Bai Lin couldn't be a target on the outside. He turned his broom and rushed directly into the big hole created by the bomb explosion, and jumped into the twelfth-floor grandstand corridor.
The narrow corridor of the stands was dark, Bai Lin directly pulled out the jade-handled dragon and rushed towards the box where Caesar was.
A figure flew out of the box. Bai Lin subconsciously wanted to strike at him with a sword, but there was a warning sign, so he quickly braked and took a few steps back.
Sure enough, the figure that flew out was not Caesar, but the body of the dead old wizard, and Caesar's figure followed closely behind. If Bai Lin had cut the corpse into pieces with a sword just now, the result would have been Caesar's face with the revolver on his face.
Caesar's two "papa" shots failed again, which made him quite unhappy. The secret bullets were very precious and were not meant to be fired casually. Although two of his men were plotted to fall from the building, Caesar still had a chance to win.
As the saying goes, a gun is fast from ten steps, and a gun is accurate and fast within ten steps. Caesar did not think that he, who was almost invulnerable, would make any mistakes when facing Bai Lin with a cold weapon. But he still put away the gun in his left hand, and stretched out a long sword blade from the back of his hand like a Wolverine.
Bai Lin moved quickly on both sides of the narrow aisle, making it difficult for Caesar to aim. Then he suddenly accelerated and rushed towards Caesar.
Caesar flicked his hand and shot, but Bai Lin narrowly dodged it, but Bai Lin's thrust was also deflected away by Caesar with his sword.
Bai Lin's face was solemn. He was very afraid of Caesar's revolver. He stared at Caesar's right hand and counted his remaining bullets in his heart.
"Collapse!" A wizard came out of a box behind Caesar and cast a coma spell on Caesar.
But when the red stun spell magic lightning hit Caesar's back, it was like lightning hitting a lightning rod, and was directly led to the ground by his secret armor.
The wizard was stunned. Caesar had already turned around and shot. The man screamed and blood burst out from his chest!
The moment Caesar turned back, Bai Lin felt happy. But just as he was about to get closer to Caesar, he suddenly felt a crisis. At the same time, he felt a huge force hit his back shoulder.
Severe pain instantly spread to his brain. Bai Lin felt that his entire right shoulder had lost all feeling, and his body fell forward involuntarily. Then he heard the gunfire behind him.
This is not the power of the pistol, this is clearly Qiqi's 98K. No wonder Caesar turned back to the poor wizard with confidence, because he saw the figure of his companion behind Bai Lin.
Caesar chuckled, turned around, looked at Bai Lin who fell to the ground, and stabbed Bai Lin's head with the sword blade in his left hand.
"Og's Fist!" At this time, Bai Lin still had no strength left in his hand. He endured the severe pain, raised his head and faced forward, and summoned his ultimate move.
A huge arm thicker than a gasoline barrel appeared out of thin air. Bai Lin originally planned to get as close as possible to Caesar and then defeat the enemy with one move, but if he didn't use it at this time, it would be a dead end.
The severe pain prevented him from concentrating on teleportation. When he was sniped by Qiqi at the opera house that day, it wasn't that the people in the box didn't want to teleport away, but they were extremely frightened and injured, and the wizard couldn't concentrate on phantom teleportation at all. shape.
The huge Fist of Og startled Caesar. His sword blade hit the fist as big as a water tank. Although it was inserted into the flesh of the fist, the huge force directly broke the blade, and then the fist hit hard. onto his semi-mechanical body.
For the first time, Caesar felt extremely dangerous and helpless. His body was blown more than ten meters by a huge fist like a kite with broken strings. He passed four or five boxes, fell hard to the ground and rolled twice on the ground. , he immediately discovered that one of his mechanical left arms had been completely destroyed.
But when he looked up, he happened to see Fudge in a dilemma in the box next to him.
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