Chapter 119 Start the Battle

Yong Bowen quietly followed the man in the flower shirt and his two followers.

The three of them talked and laughed easily and crossed the crowded street. After passing, the crowd immediately separated a passage.

No one dares to stand in their way.

The scale of the market in the town is not very large, and only half a street has come to an end.

The street began to become deserted, with only two or three pedestrians.

The three of the flower shirts turned left at a crossroads and disappeared around the corner.

Yong Bowen didn't want to lose it. He took two steps and chased the intersection.

The two black holes were immediately aimed at him.

The three people who had previously turned the corner were stopping here waiting for him.

I have to say that tracking is also a technical job. Yong Bowen's technology is obviously not good, and it has been discovered.

The man in the flower shirt roared at Yong Bowen with a bad face, playing with the bloody rubber knife in his hand, and the two gun-wives pulled the bolt loudly.

Yong Bowen can't understand what the other party is saying, but he just wants to ask him who he is and why he wants to follow them. Maybe he has to say a few words, such as whether he knows who I am and wants to die. Even if he could understand it, Yong Bowen did not disdain to have such a nutritious conversation. He simply gave the other party an answer with practical actions - he raised his hand and hit a thunderbolt in his palm.

To deal with this kind of little one, there is no need to use the advanced spell of the five thunderbolts. It is enough to use the simplest palm thunder in the palm.

The three people in the flower shirt were partyed on the spot, and their whole body was full of smoke and twitching.

Papa, Papa, Papa...

A sparse applause suddenly sounded.

A rough man with one eye came out of a shop on the street with a applause.

"What a wonderful spell. I don't know what's wrong with a noble mage like you to come to such a remote place as us? My humble Herman Fernando, I also have a little power here. If you need any help, please feel free to say..."

The rough man speaks English, but the local accent is very strong. The English barely qualified Yongda Tianshi even guessed Meng, but he didn't guess what he was talking about.

The lack of words is really a tragedy, especially on such an occasion.

But the so-called reach out and don't hit the smiling face. Herman shouted to kill as soon as he didn't come up. Yong Bowen couldn't do it directly, so he answered in English, "I don't understand what you're saying!" Originally, I wanted to ask him about his status in the Human Snake Gang, but unfortunately, I didn't know what the word Human Snake Gang was said, so I had to end this short conversation with a palm thunder.

Hermann Fernando, who is currently the fourth real power figure of the Snake Gang, flew out with a stiff smile on his face. The thought hovering in his mind was that "the mage is indeed an unreasonable creature". While he could still speak, he shouted, "Do it!"

A large group of people came out of the streets, alleys and on the roofs in front of the house. There were automatic rifles and people carrying individual rocket launchers. They couldn't help but fight. For a moment, the guns were fired in unison and they were deafening.

"Is there an ambush?"

Yong Bowen didn't care about it. When he came, Isuzu Jiabingwei said that he had inquired about the situation of the Human Snake Gang in Bolivia in the past few days. It must be very eye-catching, so the Human Snake Gang was bound to be prepared. He also advised Yong Bowen to delay for a few days and find a way to sneak in. This proposal was rejected by Yong Bowen. If it were the previous Yong Bowen, he would definitely agree to the proposal of Isuzu Jiabingwei, but now Yong Bowen has fought with the top mages in the world, gone to hell, and picked the demon king. It can be said that he has experienced a hundred battles, and his vision has increased. No matter how many ordinary gangsters there are, they are not in his eyes. . He just swaggered and looked for it. Naturally, the Human Snake Gang is not a vegetarian. Sure enough, it is ready to wait for him to throw himself into the net.

Looking up, the end of the street has left the town, and then forward is a heavy mountain. A huge blue-gray fortress can be seen standing between the hills.

That's the nest of the human snake gang here.

Yong Bowen took a deep breath, pulled out a mahogany sword from the sword box with his backhand, and stepped forward against the sea of bullets and fire.

The battle begins.

In a small building hundreds of meters away, a man took a camera and photographed the battle on the long street of the town, trembling and sweating, as if he were seriously ill and posing.

The shooting signal is transmitted to an office in La Paz through the network.

It occupies a huge wall-like screen to play the recorded high-definition pictures synchronously.

The man sitting behind the wide desk wore headphones, supported his chin with his hands, and silently stared at the battle scene on the screen.

It is said to be a battle, rather than a one-sided massacre. The single-handed young mage rushed across the street like a strong wind. Countless pieces of yellow paper flew out of his body like snowflakes, so light that they could fly far away as soon as the wind blew, but when these pieces of paper landed, they were unbearably heavy. Thunder and fire are like a sudden storm, devouring all the buildings on both sides of the street and the human snake gang gunmen hidden in the building as the young mage steps forward.

The young mage is the messenger who led the thunderstorm. The sun is shining in his direction. There is only the manic power of red and white on the road he has walked. The sky and earth are blown into chaos. The houses, debris and human bodies are broken together, and they are stirred into black mud and dust.

The man behind the desk suddenly thought of Zeus, the god who holds the strongest power of thunder and lightning in mythology.

Who is so powerful?

Is this the power of magic? Is this the power of the mage?

The flame of expectation and excitement ignited in the man's eyes, and it won't be long before he will have such power!

A violent knock on the door suddenly sounded, interrupting the man's thinking.

Without waiting for him to make a sound, the door had been pushed open. The bald man who broke in shouted at his voice, "Mr. Pullman, someone attacked..." He stepped into the room and was stunned when he saw the screen. The sentence was only half shouted, and he couldn't spit it out in his throat.

"Sumbert, close the door and be in a panic."

Rod Puman, the real helm of the snake gang, took off his ears and slowly stood up. He looked calm, but his tone was a little dissatisfied.

Serbert, a bald man, couldn't help shivering, quickly closed the door with his backhand, and isolated the eyes of the surprised employees outside the door. He pointed to the screen and stammered, "This, this, this is..."

Rod Puman smiled and stretched out his hand to the screen and said, "This is the enemy who attacked our headquarters. The man who took our transit station on Chisai Island, killed us, and robbed our goods. You shouted to kill the mage, Yong Bowen. You don't have to kill him now. He's going to kill him!"