I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"Watson, what is that sound?"

"Uh... no." Not long after Watson finished speaking, an explosion sounded.

He swallowed hard, turned his head back, and pretended that nothing happened and repeated: "Nothing happened."

The man on the other end looked at the phone suspiciously. He had clearly heard an explosion just now.

The golden beetle flies very fast. Except for Mrs. Wick, the demon hunter, no one can stare at the golden beetle for an instant.

Rushing across Tower Bridge, they arrive at the Tower of London.

The golden beetle flew towards the Tower of London. There was no need to race anymore.

The smoking car was abandoned in the chaos, and the couple quickly chased after it.

The golden beetle has stopped, and in the sky, two owls, one black and one white, hover over the White Tower, a famous building in London.

They broke in and searched all the way. In St. John's Chapel, they saw a hole opened above.

Sunlight shines through the hole, and golden beetles stand out of thin air.

No, that's not right.

Look carefully, under the brown prayer platform, a looming sword shape emerges in the sunlight.

"Is this John's sword?"

The golden beetle crawls on the hilt of the sword, and the red gem is full of mystery.

Watson and Mrs. Wick looked at each other.

Go forward.

The couple stopped in front of Silverwick's Sword, and Watson took a deep breath.

He slowly stretched out his hand, and when he was about to grasp the hilt of the sword, his palm passed through it.

"What's going on?" Watson didn't know why and tried a few more times.

The sword is clearly here, but it cannot be touched.

Mrs. Wick also reached out to touch it, but she couldn't touch it either.

"magic."

An idea flashed in Watson's mind, and he remembered his son's words.

He murmured to himself: "This sword is forged with my blood. Only my closest relatives can find it."

Looking at the beetle crawling on the hilt of the sword, the idea in Watson's mind became clearer and clearer.

Just then, a gunshot interrupted his thoughts.

"Haha, Watson Wick, you also make mistakes sometimes."

Dozens of menacing men armed with weapons, led by a dark-skinned man.

He wore a large gold chain, a gold ring with a ruby ​​on his left hand, and held a revolver in his right hand.

"Is it you?" Watson frowned and said, "The Nigerian gang has been exiled."

"Fake!" the leader Dahei was furious, "Only those fools will let you control them. The lions of Nigeria are not afraid!"

This place was originally the territory of the Nigerian gang, and it was this group of people who caused trouble for the hotel last time.

Watson has united with the government and the entire underground to banish him, but he didn't expect this group of people to be very tenacious.

Things were bad now, they were in Nigerian gang territory and alone.

Mrs. Wick turned around silently, kicked off her high heels that were in the way, and turned her fingers to reveal two hastily brought tea spoons.

Putting on a fighting stance, Mrs. Wick said coldly: "I will kill anyone who hinders me from saving my son."

"Spoon?" Dahei laughed so hard when he saw what was in her hand.

Provocatively, Dahei said: "You want to make me a cup of coffee with a spoon?"

The laughing Dahei didn't pay attention to Mrs. Wick at all, and raised the pistol and pulled the trigger without warning.

The bullet was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye and rushed towards Mrs. Wick.

The long black hair was dragged and a hole was made by the bullet.

Mrs. Wick instantly lowered her body to make it easier for her to sprint.

The tea spoon in his hand turned into a golden light and passed through the brain of another man who was about to raise his gun.

She appeared in the crowd like a ghost.

Fists, fingers, palms, elbows, knees, legs, shoulders...

Anything that can be driven is a deadly weapon.

No matter how ferocious the lion is, he should bow his head in front of the demon hunter.

What's more, he's a demon hunter looking for a son.

The alpha wolf of the Jovonovich family.

Silver light flashed and gunshots poured out.

Mrs. Wick infiltrates the flock and kills the sheep.

Someone was trying to sneak attack from behind. Mrs. Wick's hair was spread out and straight, cutting across the person's neck like a steel wire.

Blood splattered and flowers bloomed on the fair skin.

"What the hell is this?"

Dahei saw his little brother being slaughtered like a carrot by the woman with a teaspoon.

Nigeria, where he lives, is located in Africa, where there are many people with various strange abilities. He even saw a man who was too old to walk and could make people jump off buildings with just a stick.

But this humanoid killing machine simply defies imagination.

Before today, he never knew that hair could kill someone.

"Come here, keep coming, shoot her!" Dahei yelled in panic.

The younger brother who came in from behind directly held a gun and fired bullets.

Even a demon hunter should avoid such a dense mass of killing weapons.

Mrs. Wick was fast and hiding behind the wall.

The wall was hit and rocks flew.

Watson was anxious.

His people didn't arrive so quickly, Dahei had already targeted Watson.

Smiling ferociously, he took the ax from his younger brother's hand and walked towards Watson step by step.

"Watson Wick, President of the London Underground?"

"You good-for-nothing, you do have a beautiful woman," Dahei said with the ax in his hand reflecting the sinister profile of his face, licking his lips and letting out a lewd smile, "My men are all very capable."

"Wait until I chop off your limbs and then let you watch helplessly."

After saying that, Dahei struck down with an axe.

Watson didn't dodge, and suddenly burst into Dahei's arms.

The two men struggled together, and Watson punched Dahei on the back molar.

The large black hand ax sliced ​​Watson's arm.

But Watson held down Dahei's arms with both hands, and used the most primitive weapon God gave to mankind to bite Dahei's throat.

The smell of blood rushed into his nose, Watson's eyes were red, and his teeth pierced Dahei's skin and touched his throat.

After tearing it apart, he bit off a piece of black meat directly from Dahei's neck.

Blood splattered, and Watson spat out the meat in his mouth, staring at Dahei who was gradually dying.

He stretched out his hands and stretched his fingers toward the big dark eyes.

The only thing that could be heard was the miserable scream of leaking air.

Watson forcefully dug out the eyeballs from the big black eyes and crushed them.

"It's OK to touch me, but you shouldn't touch my family. You can't see the way to heaven, and you will fall into hell forever."

He looked sideways, and the gunshots stopped.

A group of gangsters were frightened by his ferocious scene, especially the way he bit his big brother's neck in one bite. He looked like a demon from hell.

"Don't be afraid of him, kill him!"

The second-in-command roared: "He is alone, kill him!"

Mrs. Wick is suppressed by fire, and Watson takes the hand ax from Dahei.

Standing up unsteadily, the group of people raised their guns, and he raised his axe.

"The blood of the father, the sword of the son."

Hold the sharp ax blade with your left hand.

There was a stabbing sound and blood flowed freely.

Everyone in the Nigerian gang thinks he is crazy and even hurts himself at this time.

But Watson moved his hand to the illusory sword illuminated by the sun.

Blood dripped from his hands.

Touched by the blood of his loved ones, the sword of Silver Wake gradually appeared.

Watson let go of the hatchet.

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, but this time, he didn't pass it through.

Watson growled and drew the sword.

The silver and luxurious sword body is inlaid with gems.

This is not a sword, it should be said to be a work of art.

Watson held the sword in his left hand and pointed it at the Nigerian gang.

"Let me see what you are capable of." Watson said to himself.

"How did John say that..."

"I am a fire dragon."

The flames on the sword ignited, and the fire dragon let out a roar that shook the church.

The father holds the son's sword.

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Chapter 560 This time, it’s our turn to save our king

Tower of London passengers evacuated.

As soon as a man got out of the car, he heard a violent explosion.

Then thick smoke came out of the nearly thousand-year-old white tower, and the glass in the window melted rapidly.

Terrifying cracks are densely scattered all over the White Tower.

The man stared blankly at the historical building that had become a dangerous building, gritted his teeth and said, "This is what you said, nothing happened, Watson Wick!"

"Roar--!"

The golden fire dragon shattered the outer wall.

The wind pressure blew away several of the policemen surrounding them.

"Sir, we are currently unable to determine whether there will be a third explosion."

A policeman ran over to report, looking at his colleague who was blown away with lingering fear.