July 6th.
Barcelona.
The last city on the journey.
After traveling through the wilderness for several days, Hoffa finally arrived at the end of the journey. As long as he stepped into the city's station, the journey would come to an end.
From here, Hoffa could clearly see the towering Pyrenees Mountains in the distance. He could see the vast expanse of white at the top of the mountains.
Outside the city, Hoffa saw fences that surrounded herds of cows and horses.
Some gypsies set up camp under the trees. Wine sellers set up sheds and pulled up banners that Hoffa could not understand under the trees. Under the scorching sun, from time to time, some people dressed as cowboys stopped under the shade of the trees and drank happily.
"Is there a festival here?" Hoffa turned his head and asked Silby.
"Don't worry about anything." It was Ossivia who answered him. "Stay by my side and don't go too far. After we get the things, we will immediately return to London."
Hoffa nodded. At the end of the journey, he did not want to make any mistakes. It would be best if he could quickly complete this dangerous mission and return to London. Then, he could peacefully wait for school to start.
Just like in Granada, there were also many propaganda posters here. Some of the symbols of the Axis Powers could be seen everywhere.
But the difference was that here, Hoffa saw many workers setting up gate posts at the crossroads and blocking the streets on both sides.
A group of strong men waved shovels and dug holes in the ground. After digging the holes, they hit the ground with wooden stakes every few meters. Those wooden stakes had their own numbers.
Hoffa did not know what these Spaniards were doing. Looking at them, it seemed like they were preparing for some kind of pre-war fortification. But the joyful expression on their faces did not seem like they were preparing for war.
Ossivia walked past these people without looking sideways. Only when she saw the street map did she stop for a moment.
The three of them were walking on the street. At this time, the music of reed pipes, flutes, and drums came from afar. The flutes were clear and the drums rumbled. Adults and children followed the band as they walked and danced.
Hoffa retreated to the side with Silby on his back. He looked at the group wearing traditional clothes and playing gongs and drums. He was puzzled.
The group of people danced down the street. The group walked further and further away, and the music gradually disappeared.
"What are these people doing?"
So he turned his head and asked Ossivia, "Do you know what's going on?"
Ossivia shook her head. "I've never been here."
"The Running Bull Festival," Silby replied to Hoffa weakly. "These people are celebrating."
"Oh."
Hoffa muttered.
Although he knew that the city was celebrating. However, looking at the people with red and yellow paint on their faces dancing and walking past him, he felt that something was amiss.
Huo Fa felt that something was off. This city was filled with an inexplicable fanaticism. This fanaticism seeped into Huo Fa's spiritual force field from top to bottom, making it hard for him to concentrate.
He felt like a virus that had broken into the body of a living creature. He was being watched from all directions.
This was the first time Hoffa felt that his spiritual force field was being suppressed.
Hoffa looked around. No one was looking at him.
How strange. He looked up at the sky.
The sun was glaring. White clouds were everywhere. The sky was clear.
There was nothing unusual.
"Go to the station." Hoffa took the map from Ossivia's hand and asked uneasily, "Can we walk faster?"
"Let him send a letter to his family first and have them send the key over." Ossivia looked at Silby and said calmly.
"Okay, post office." Silby said concisely, "I'll make a call."
The three of them walked to the city's post office. In this era, there were no simple cell phones like the modern era. There weren't even push button phones. The post office only had the old dial phones in museums.
The post office was very crowded. All kinds of soldiers and old men with bags were squeezing here and there to send letters. In this era, ordinary people still relied on letters to socialize.
Ossivia didn't want to enter the post office full of burly men, so he stood at the door and waited for Hoffa.
Fortunately, in this era, making phone calls was a VIP service for the post office. The price was high. The phone counter was in good condition. There were two chairs.
Hoffa put Silby down and dialed a few numbers according to his instructions. He put the phone next to his ear.
The phone was connected. Silby spoke French into the phone. A respectful voice came from the other end.
Hoffa didn't understand a word of Silby's instructions.
He held the phone and looked at Ossivia waiting outside the post office. Ossivia was also standing there waiting for him.
Through the glass, Hoffa could see all kinds of people jumping behind Ossivia.
Children held balloons, men beat drums, women twirled with long skirts. There were also clowns with painted faces dancing with exaggerated knees.
Hoffa's ears were buzzing with noise. The sound made him feel dizzy and uncomfortable. It was as if he was affected by some unknown radiation.
He shook his head and forced himself to be alert.
At this moment, through the glass, Hoffa saw a man dressed very strangely. He was wearing a suit and a crown. He moved sideways and separated the revelers on the street.
Hoffa was shocked. Crown, suit?
Wasn't this the man he saw driving on the streets of Morocco that night? Why was he here?
As he walked, he took out a huge revolver from his chest, pointed it at Ossivia's back, and pulled the trigger.
There was no warning.
It was a real killer.
Hoffa's expression changed drastically, and the phone in his hand fell.
He almost roared, "Be careful!"
Osivia twisted his waist at lightning speed, and his entire body moved more than three meters away.
With a trace of blood, the bullet missed and shattered the glass window of the post office.
The crowd in the post office was stunned for a second before they screamed. They scattered and fled.
In the blink of an eye, Ossivia turned and waved his magic wand, and an arc-shaped magic spell was sent back.
The man with the crown was sent flying and smashed into the wall. Then, Ossivia let out an extremely sharp roar. "You?!"
Boom!!
The man in the suit jumped out of the rubble and aimed again without being affected. At the same time, he took out a second revolver and aimed at Silby in the post office without looking.
Bang!!
He fired with both hands.
Flames spewed out.
Hoffa picked up Silby and rushed out of the post office with Ghost Walk.
The crowd that had been celebrating earlier was now fleeing in all directions. The street was a mess. Balloons burst on the ground, and trumpets and guitars fell to the ground, making ear-piercing sounds of friction.
The man in the suit turned and charged at Hoffa, but Ossivia waved her magic wand. "Bone Drill!"
A red light flashed, and the man in the suit flew more than 20 meters away as if he had been hit by a cannonball. He smashed a glass wall and a wall, opening a big hole in the building in the distance.
The crowd knocked Hoffa around. He didn't have time to be surprised and quickly rushed to Ossivia, who was standing still, and grabbed her arm. "Ossivia, let's go."
But she stared at the black hole in the building with her green eyes and said indifferently to Hoffa, "Wait for me at the station."
As she spoke, the man in the suit came out of the broken building calmly. His clothes weren't even messed up.
Hoffa was stunned. He said angrily, "What are you thinking? Didn't we say we would complete the mission together? "
Ossivia squeezed out a few words with a twisted expression. "I said, wait for me at the station!!"
F * ck, what's going on?
The Snake Witch, who had been calm all this time, suddenly lost her mind. Hoffa turned and ran with Silby on his back. Behind him, Ossivia charged at the man in the suit.
Silby murmured and sighed. "Hatred."
"Don't talk. Lead the way."
"Left."
The surroundings fell into a mess. The Spanish police came from all directions on horseback, whistling and even shooting into the sky.
In such a chaotic situation, several transport planes roared and swooped down from the sky.
Then, three black figures jumped directly from the plane and landed heavily on the ground. The whole ground shook three times and countless cracks appeared.
In the screaming crowd, three more men in suits appeared and blocked Hoffa's way.
Such a crazy appearance stunned Hoffa. He yelled, "Where is Captain America?!"
There was no answer.
The three assassins converged and ran as fast as lightning. Their eyes were firmly locked on Huo Fa.
Huo Fa disappeared on the spot, turned a corner, and changed direction.
The scary thing was that this time, Hoffa used Ghost Walk, but they were still able to follow him closely.
It was the first time that someone had figured out the location of Ghost Walk. Hoffa couldn't figure out what was going on.
He could only give up on Ghost Walk, which consumed a lot of energy, and began to convert magic power into life.
As his muscles expanded, Hoffa began to speed up.
But he was still not as fast as the three guys behind him. Their calves were almost like a Mirage. Hoffa estimated that their speed had reached a certain level.
At this moment, there was a sudden explosion.
A cloud of gray smoke appeared over the theater across the square. This cloud of smoke was like a blooming grenade.
Soon, another one rose, dragging a long trail of smoke in the bright sun. When it exploded, there was a dazzling flash of light, and then another cloud of smoke appeared.
Looking at the direction of the fireworks in the sky.
An escape plan appeared in Hoffa's mind. He asked Silby, "Hey, is there a bull running festival?"
"Of course there is," Silby said.
So Hoffa ran to the place where the fireworks were blooming, and the three killers followed him.
Gradually, Hoffa heard the shouts of the crowd. The shouts were like the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies, then like a torrent, and finally like an avalanche.
Turning a cross street corner.
A black mass of cheering people appeared in Hoffa's line of sight. Those people surrounded the wooden fence on the side of the street, waving flags and shouting, and were packed so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through.
It was the audience watching the bull running ceremony.
Want to squeeze in?
No way, there were too many people.
The killers behind him quickly approached.
Hoffa's eyes rolled quickly, and he grabbed Silby's arm tightly. Then he jumped high, stepped directly on the shoulders of the crowd, and ran on the shoulders and heads of the crowd, swaying left and right.
Some people's tall hats were crushed by him, and some people's beer bottles were stepped on by him.
His behavior greatly angered the audience participating in the bull running festival.
"Hey! Bastard, what are you doing? "
"Stinking brat, show some respect!"
Hoffa didn't understand what they were shouting at, and he didn't have time to apologize.
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