Hogwarts genius wizard

At 2 o'clock in the evening on February 11, William drank the compound potion and got up to leave the ranch.

While passing through the Soho district of Westminster, London, William saw two groups having a shootout.

"Chinatown."

As a former God of Hedao, Ao Hai's perception is also far away.

Every time he sees the archway standing in Soho District from a distance, the familiar words on it make him feel complicated.

The 3 Chinese retreated towards Chinatown, followed by 11 white men, and finally a Volvo car followed, which seemed to be the leader of this group of white men.

William looked focused. After experiencing the last demon attack, his perception ability has been strengthened in all aspects.

The powerful eyes brought by innate evolved again, watching the bullets flying around clearly, but the first drop of blood did not flow on the ground.

"My eyes should now be regarded as supernatural powers such as clairvoyance, right?"

"I don't know to what extent the bodies of European and American wizards are strengthened by magic, how strong is their motion capture ability and nerve reflex speed?

If it can reach one-third of my level, these ordinary firearms will not be able to pose a threat to them at all. "

A wizard can control magic power. The point is that after a weak soul mutates, it only passively absorbs magic power for a long time and gradually becomes stronger. It is different from the practice path of Eastern practitioners who actively strengthen their soul and perfect their mind.

And the bigger gap is that Qi refiners use the essence of the body and the energy of magic power to cultivate the spirit of the soul.

That is to say, "refining essence and returning qi, refining qi to transform spirit" in the legend.

Therefore, the overall level of qi refiners is higher, and often the congenital realm has already achieved the state of three souls in one, and the soul aspects such as willpower, perception, and control are much higher than European and American wizards.

This is the great advantage of the path of perfection.

When Hogwarts was still developing unilateral personalities such as courage, wisdom, tenacity, and rationality, the East had already found a way of detachment beyond the limits of mortals from all aspects of the soul.

William silently estimated in his heart: The reaction time of ordinary humans is about 5 milliseconds. When prepared, they can avoid the threat of pistol bullets after seeing gunfire at a distance of about 360 meters.

The soul reaction speed of a young wizard is five times that of an ordinary person, while that of an adult wizard is at least ten times faster.

In other words, as long as the body reacts quickly, in theory, within 30 meters, an adult wizard can avoid pistol bullets.

"William, save people. After all, they have the blood of Tang people."

Ao Hai has a deep affection for Tang Ren, similar to William in this respect.

"They may not be good people, let them fend for themselves." William said a little flatly.

In William's eyes, neither of the following parties is a good person.

What kind of good people can gangsters have?

In his opinion, sometimes it is the gangsters who know the bottom line that hurt the Tang people more.

The rivers and lakes are like knives, and knives kill people.

Either you die today, or I die tomorrow.

William was unwilling to intervene in the grievances and grievances of these low-level personnel. The world is so big and there are so many people in the Tang gang, he can't save them.

If it was an ordinary Tang person, he would strike without hesitation.

The two sides fought in the block for a few minutes, and some people changed the magazines once, and there were no casualties. This is also a miracle.

But this is really in line with the realistic gun battle scene.

During World War I, about 2.5 bullets could hit one person, and about 2 bullets in World War II.

Even for the powerful and beautiful army, in the Afghan war, only about 25 rounds of bullets killed one person (this has a lot to do with equipment, large-scale automatic rifle fire, which improves fire suppression, but reduces the hit rate).

The perfect shot in the movie is the unique skill of top sharpshooters and snipers.

In addition to powerful talents, a sharpshooter also needs equipment and training with tens of thousands of bullets.

A group of gangsters who are usually reluctant to train with bullets, how can they have the top shooting ability?

However, when the Chinese retreated to about 500 meters away from Chinatown, intensive gunfire came from the direction of Chinatown.

Feeling bad, the three of them immediately turned around and rushed to an alley, trying to make a detour, but attacked at close range, and a bullet accidentally hit a tomboy's thigh.

"Ah." The young woman screamed and fell to the ground.

The middle-aged Tang immediately turned around, and in the rain of bullets, he ran into the alley holding the young girl who was shot, but he was unharmed.

Seeing this scene, William was amused and slightly warmed.

After all, loyalty in the world is always good.

The screams from the target made the white leader, who had finally achieved results, look happy. He was already impatient with the fact that none of the 18 men had been besieged so far.

How wasteful is this?

18 people, 18 pistols, fought for nearly 10 minutes, so far no results.

"Fake squid, go back tomorrow and practice shooting for me."

"But brother, you said a few days ago that we are going to practice knife skills and boxing. I don't think we have time to practice shooting." The driver sat in the front of the car and said bored.

"Fake, shut up, you have to practice everything, you are all a bunch of trash." The white leader said with a look of displeasure.

The driver didn't care. Everyone is out to hang out these days. It's not easy to survive. You can just receive government relief money. Why tie your head to your belt and fight for your life.

Being able to hang around for a while, saving your life is the most important thing.

"William, save someone." Ao Hai said again.

This time the tone was extraordinarily serious, the choice of the middle-aged man not to abandon his companions made Ao Hai feel that the following three people were worth saving.

"Aohai, in your eyes, do they count as good people?" William asked.

"At least better than you, a little bastard who likes to use the forgetting curse to kill his heart."

Naturally, Aohai would not be so stupid as to say this sentence.

After pondering for a moment, he said seriously: "I don't care if they are good people or bad people? But at least, when we face barbarians together, we all shed the same blood, don't we?"

"That's what you said, but I remember you once said, don't mess with the world, don't get involved in karma.

Moreover, these people are all desperadoes from London's underground world. Even if I rescued them today, they might die on the street tomorrow. "

Ao Hai didn't bring it up in one breath, almost suffocated to death, although it didn't need to breathe at all.

"Can't you be ridiculous? Don't forget that your soul is still from Tang Dynasty!" Although what William said was reasonable, Ao Hai still stared at William's consciousness and shouted angrily.

"If you are still on the sidelines like this, don't blame me for shaking all your little secrets in the future—"

"Okay, Aohai, I'll take the shot." William immediately chose to give in.

There were a lot of white people, and they had successfully trapped the three Tang people, but they didn't want to take the risk of making an assault at all. They slowly stepped forward one by one, making the white people in the car yell and curse.

However, there were too few Tang people, and one of them was seriously injured, so he could only hide in a corner and fight back.

If nothing else happens, the shootout will either wait until the Tang people run out of bullets and all will be shot, or the police will arrive and flee for their lives, or the Tang gang will support and the white people will flee for their lives.

Just as William was about to make a move, the middle-aged man, who looked older and was surrounded by resentment, held a pistol in one hand and hugged the wounded in the other, and said calmly, "Xiaoye, go back and find someone. I'll take you with me." Cloud is waiting for you to come over."

"Brother Cheng, we must die together." The young man gritted his teeth, the gun in his hand trembling. After all, no one can ignore death.

"Yeah," said the other weakly.

The wound on her body is still bleeding, if the bleeding is not stopped in time, the consequences will be unpredictable.

"Listen to me, turn over and go back to find someone, we won't die." The middle-aged man said with a calm expression.

While the three of them were talking, the white people on the street had begun to approach the alley, and the two black men were forced to approach by their superiors with guns.

"Oh, it's too late." The middle-aged man seemed to have heard footsteps, put down the tomboy, took out a small bottle from his arms, and carefully poured himself a drop of translucent liquid.

"Potion?" William was very surprised when he sensed the faint breath of magic power.

Even if it is a diluted potion, ordinary people can't drink it, and it will still be fatal.

Magic power is like high-radiation energy. Ordinary people will suffer from cell disease when exposed to slightly high radiation.

What's more, it is far higher than the magic power of radiation.

"The one who really rides on a horse is like a brotherhood, sharing difficulties, sharing life and death, and the old dragon obeys him." Ao Hai exclaimed,

It was the first time that he, the once aloof royal god, had seen these people at the bottom of the society who wandered between life and death.

William also has some appreciation for the following three people, and he knows the strength of the grass.

No matter what line of work you do, being loyal to friendship and daring to sacrifice, this kind of noble character is always the most touching.

After drinking the potion, the middle-aged man trembled all over, the blood vessels on his face bulged, and his eyes were ferocious.

He picked up the wounded man's pistol and rushed straight out of the alley.

One turned over and lay down, while rolling, while shooting, with two guns in his hands like a god, two black men who were walking forward with their bodies exposed were shot in the neck first.

Seven white men near the entrance of the alley were shot one after another. They were so frightened that they stood far away and hurriedly looked for cover while shooting randomly.

In less than a dozen seconds, there were only a few of the 18 people left.

The street suddenly fell silent, and the sound of police cars in the distance had already sounded.

William's face was full of sarcasm, and the police car deliberately turned on the sound of beeps. Was it because they were afraid that the two groups of people at the scene would not hear it?