The Witch's Bodyguard [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

When Raza stopped at the corner where Ma Linglong cast a hiding spell, a cold sweat broke out on her back. Fortunately, the black wizard didn't notice anything in the end, he just stopped there, and Raza came slowly again In front of Stark, he said in pure English: "Relax."

Stark pretended to be calm, and then slowly lowered his arms. He quickly thought about the remedy, how to cover up the damn road map, but he didn't think any of them were feasible. Stark knew that it would probably take game over.

Raza stood two feet (about half a meter) in front of Stark, and his eyes fell on the faint blue light on Stark's chest. I took a look.All the terrorists were staring nervously at the thing, as if their boss were poking the button of a detonator.

"Mr. Stark, it's a pleasure to meet you." Raza said slowly, "You are the greatest weapon maker in the world today, and I am honored that you are serving me now."

"Thank you." Stark said, he moved his steps, hoping to use this action to divert Raza's vision away from the road map.

"I think you should tell me your progress, right, Stark, I heard you only took two short weeks to make the Jericho missile. But now, it's been six weeks." Razazi Carefully observing the messy metal objects in the house, what he paid a lot of money for has been dismantled by the great weapon maker.

"It's just some people's propaganda for profit, you must know." Stark explained, "It's almost finished, and it will be delivered in about three days." In fact, the weapons factory made ten Jericho missiles. One day is enough, but it took Stark three full years to design and conceive after production.

Raza nodded: "It makes sense, businessmen always like to make gimmicks." He suddenly raised his head towards the vent, and Raza felt as if he saw a black mass passing by just now.He stared at the place for a good five seconds, then decided it was probably a rat or something and didn't care.

The little bat was flying back from the outside, and flew away quickly after discovering the enemy's situation. It understood the situation very well, and it knew that it should not appear at this time.

Ethan raised his chin slightly towards Ma Linglong, motioning for her to recite a spell and hide the road map.But she shook her head slightly to express her refusal. Ma Linglong didn't dare to take any action now, casting magic in front of the mighty black wizard, it would be fatal.

"I want to know what your assistant was doing just now." Raza glared at Stark with a murderous gaze, "I saw him and his little friend whispering in this position, with their backs to the camera." Before Stark could answer, he turned around suddenly, and rushed towards Ethan. Laza pinched his neck, changed his previous calm tone, and asked angrily, "Didn't you tell me that this bastard is raised?" Is your thing a dumb thing!"

"Wait, stop!" Stark stepped forward in a panic and shouted, "What you want is the delivery time, I'll give you the delivery time, what happens the day after tomorrow, let him go."

The enemy turned around too quickly.

"Are you qualified to negotiate terms with me, Mr. Stark." Raza's strike was just right, it wouldn't put Ethan to death immediately, but it could keep him on the brink of death, "Mr. Ethan , I gave you the right to live, but you tried to cheat."

Ethan wanted to argue, but his suppressed throat could only make a sad sound.

In fact, whether Ma Linglong could talk was not a big deal to Laza, and he didn't intend to let a refugee child sing a song to relieve his boredom.The focus of Raza's anger was not on this small issue. He just transferred his anger at Stark's intentional delay of the construction period to unrelated people.

Stark stepped forward tentatively: "Nasin is no different from a dumb person. His throat was injured and he could barely speak. We usually communicate with mouth or sign language."

"Shut up Stark!" Raza yelled warningly, "I could have broken your legs and got your wheelchair ready, I guess that would have doubled your progress, but I didn't because I respect capable people."

"I'm sorry." Stark pretended to show weakness, maybe he was really showing weakness, but his eyes were so firm.Stark was not afraid or compromised after being tortured, but he did not want to see his friends suffer a little bit of persecution, "The conditions here are not as good as my weapons factory. The Jellick missiles are not purely handmade products, and there are many delicate parts that need to be specially crafted." instrument to complete."

Raza's tone was terribly indifferent, and he paused every word: "That is to say, you can't actually do it?"

"No, of course not, I can make it, I can perfectly make everything you want." Stark swallowed his saliva, "It takes time, that is a missile, not a toy, every part must be perfect."

Raza's eyes froze, and his eyes instantly shifted to Ma Linglong: "What did you throw into the brazier?" He shook off Ethan, walked straight to Ma Linglong, raised his hand and slapped her emaciated body. The body slapped to the ground, "What is this, what is it!?"

Just as everyone's attention was focused on Ethan who was being tortured by Laza, Ma Linglong quietly picked up the road map and threw it into the charcoal brazier not far away, but Laza still noticed that she deliberately small gestures.

"It's just a scrap of paper." Stark said, "That kid likes to throw things into the brazier, that's nothing." He said to Ma Linglong, "Hey, idiot, I told you not to put things in it Throwing things, why are you always disobedient?"

The gun holes of the terrorists are now all aimed at Stark and Ethan. Once the two try to mess around, they will be smashed into a sieve in the next second.

Ma Linglong rubbed the slapped part, but did not reply.

The paper on which the road map was drawn was thin and rough. It was made of local pulp and was extremely flammable. Thanks to this feature, when Raza rescued the remaining part from the brazier, the drawing was already unrecognizable. Traces are gone.

Ethan clutched his neck, held back his cough and lay down where he was, not daring to move rashly. He stared at the medicine pot, thinking to himself whether he should make an extreme decision if the situation got out of control later.Ma Linglong should be able to apparate Stark away as quickly as possible, and everyone in the bridal chamber will be blown to pieces, including himself.

"I didn't ask you Stark." Laza pulled Ma Linglong up like a garbage bag, "Tell me, what is this." He shook the piece of paper in his hand.

"A piece of waste paper." Ma Linglong said.

Raza glanced at the defect in his hand, and asked again: "If you tell the truth, you will be rewarded, see what this is?" He took out a well-wrapped chocolate ball from his coat pocket, "Want to eat it?" ?" Laza let go of his hand, put Ma Linglong down, and tore off the wrapping paper, and the sweetness of cocoa could be smelled clearly.

Ma Linglong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and nodded, she had to do this, the children in the refugee area had a strong desire for any food that could be eaten, let alone delicious chocolate.

Stark was so nervous that his back was drenched. He wasn't sure how much chocolate would appeal to a developing child. At least at that age, Stark had a sweet tooth.Even now, at this moment, when he smells the familiar fragrance, he can't help but want to take a sip.

"Then tell me what it is," Raza continued.

"A piece of waste paper." Ma Linglong didn't change the answer, but she still added, "Stark asked me to throw it away. The drawing was wrong and it's useless." She should have said it was Ethan instead of Si Tucker, because a few minutes before that, Stark was fast asleep.But she has to choose the latter, because the terrorists need Stark over Ethan.

So, Stark was happy for Ma Linglong's wit, and he thought so just now.

Raza glared and pinched Ma Linglong's neck fiercely. His ferocious expression predicted that he would kill liars. He was very smart, much smarter than those Middle Easterners with deadly weapons, and he could see through lies at a glance.

Ma Linglong was so sad that she couldn't breathe, but she was still conscious. She saw the magic wand stuck in the groove on the inside of Lazar's jacket, a wooden stick like a branch, pure black, with a skull carved on the end.

She had to wrest the opponent's wand and fight back before being strangled.

"Release him, if you still want the Jellicle!"

Ethan is the first to catch the eye at Stark's voice, followed by Raza, then the others with guns.

"Let him live, let them both live, I will deliver the goods to you before twelve o'clock tomorrow night, and I can also give you some extra gifts, such as voice-activated grenades." Stark's hand At some point, a small screwdriver was added, and the thin wedge-shaped point was aimed at his carotid artery. He firmly and firmly controlled the only chip with his two rough palms, firmly and decisively, "If If any of them die, you will lose the greatest weapon maker in the world, and I swear I will make you lose more than you see."

"Tony..." Ethan looked at Stark, then at Ma Linglong.

"Do you think your life alone is worth the two of them?" Raza didn't let go immediately, but he was indeed weighing the pros and cons.

"I think so." Stark said, he felt that his voice did not come from his throat.

"Very good." Raza finally let go of his hand, but it could be seen that he almost exhausted his remaining rationality to control the eruption of anger, "Very good, Stark, you are much more interesting than I imagined. "

Ma Linglong panted heavily. The compound decoction made her take the shape of another person. The suffocation made her even more sad, but fortunately she didn't faint.In this way, she can ensure that she snatches the wand quickly enough while Raza is talking. She has received training in snatching wands with bare hands, and she is very good at this trick, not to mention that they are so close now.

Ma Linglong had already thought of more than ten spells to hit the escaped prisoner's head or heart. With the anger she felt now, the heart was more likely.Raza would fall into an endless coma, and Ma Linglong was confident that she could do it. She was an Auror candidate approved by the Ministry of Magic.Then she would turn around immediately and say "faintly" to the terrorists behind her. She could knock down six or seven people at once, and then use "Shenfeng Wuying" to finish the rest. 【Note】

The attack spell invented by Snape will become very useful and efficient at this time, and the most important thing is that it is extremely lethal. Muggles will never want to walk on their legs for the rest of their lives if they are hit by this trick.

The time before and after this only needs three seconds, no, two seconds, or one second is enough.It can not only save Stark, but also prolong Ethan's life, the ending should be so simple.

Ma Linglong didn't even have to worry about the trouble that the Magic Congress would come to find her. She would accept the commendation after she dealt with the fugitive.

But, three seconds ago, Ma Linglong missed the opportunity.

That man, Tony Stark, with bright brown eyes like never before, the awl resting on his neck.Ma Linglong had never seen Tony Stark like that, crazier than him driving a speeding car while drinking.He didn't look like the kind of person who would choose to sacrifice himself for a stranger, but he did it, with a determination he had never had before.

Ma Linglong's heart was beating fast, just like when she was riding on a broomstick to participate in the Quidditch Academy Cup for the first time.

She stared at Stark, distracted by a rush of unspeakable emotion.Ma Linglong didn't know what was going on, but this feeling was not bad. She knew him so well at first, but in the end she found that she was facing a stranger who had only known him for less than a minute. 【Note】

She lay numbly on the ground, just looking up at the fearless Stark.

"Yes, many people have experienced similar ignorance." Stark's voice echoed lightly in the quiet cave room, just like his usual lazy tone, he still held the screwdriver tightly, and the muscles on his arms were tense. Stretched enough to see the veins like earthworms, "You can get to know me again, buddy."

The author has something to say: [Shenfeng Wuying] The attack spell was invented by the professor.

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