[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

One of the perks(?) of living in New York is being able to run into some supernatural disaster every now and then and watch superheroes descend from the sky to save you.

The people of New York are almost getting used to such a frivolous life.

Alpha grew up in New York and now works in a building in Manhattan. When he felt a slight vibration of the floor under his feet, he immediately put down the documents in his hand and turned to look at his colleagues.

I don’t know who screamed, everyone reacted, and they all rushed towards the safety stairs. The building collapsed behind them, and the last few people who ran were injured and followed everyone with a limp.

No one stopped, the building kept collapsing, and they didn't gradually slow down until they reached the street, holding their knees and panting.

The heavily armed FBI stood in the middle of the road to guide them. Only at this moment did some people cry, but they all walked obediently in the direction pointed by the FBI. Alpha worked on a higher floor, so he walked at the back of the crowd.

A billboard fell down behind him, and he was hit hard on his left leg in order to push away his colleague standing under the billboard.

He clearly heard the sound of his bones breaking, and after a few seconds, the pain gradually spread to his cerebral cortex.

His colleagues tried to lift themselves out of here, but his left foot couldn't bear the force at all.

The FBI who showed the way drove them away, and an FBI in uniform put his shoulders on his neck and called to those people: "You guys go!"

His colleagues looked at the FBI and then at Alpha, finally left him and ran to the outside of the FBI encirclement, walked down the subway station, and evacuated to a farther and safer place. All this has nothing to do with the previous emergency evacuation no the same.

Alpha was slowly carried towards the entrance of the subway, and when he looked up, he saw a group of strange people——

A group of people wearing robes with a white background and black borders walked straight towards this side from the other side of the blockade. The wide hats on the robes covered most of their faces, with only one chin exposed.

Their robes came to about their ankles, and their hems rolled and arced in the air as they walked, looking very beautiful.

There are men and women in this group, the one at the head is not tall, with a beautiful chin curve, she should be a beautiful woman.

When everyone was evacuating, they walked into the encirclement of the FBI step by step, and the FBI who were originally responsible for the evacuation not only did not stop them, but also made way for this group of strangely dressed people .

Alpha watched them approaching, the FBI holding him stopped, and the leader in white robe stopped in front of him, he vaguely saw the upper half of his face covered by the shadow of the hat, this is a A very beautiful young woman, prettier than anyone he'd ever seen—and kind of familiar.

The other party looked at his obviously distorted left calf, and then looked at him. Only then did Alpha realize that the person in front of him had a pair of beautiful green eyes. Although covered under the hat, her eyes still looked bright.

Then she took out a slender glass bottle that looked like a test tube from under her robe, pulled out the wooden stopper from the bottle with her other hand, and pinched Alpha's chin with three fingers, squeezing the unknown expression inside the bottle. All the liquid poured into his mouth.

The taste Alpha could never forget, he felt as if he had been swallowed a sip of alcohol, the liquid burned from his mouth down his esophagus and into his stomach.

He felt that his calf was cut by a knife, and it was several times more painful than just now. He was so painful that he couldn't speak, and then he heard the woman turn around and face the white clothes behind her. The person in the black-trimmed robe said, "Now let's go to the treatment separately, pay attention to safety."

——The leader is of course Lydia.

Although she can use magic, she is not a wizard born and bred in the magic world after all. Although she has memorized the effects of various potions these days, she is still somewhat unable to grasp the specific effects of potions.

For example, the bone spirit this time.

Draco provided a variety of potions. For the convenience of carrying, the bottles were all exactly the same, except that a label was pasted on the outside of the glass bottle. She had almost searched through Ilvermorny's potion books in the past few days.

She looked at the tall white man in front of him covered in cold sweat. A minute later, his left calf, which had been folded almost 1 degrees, snapped back a lot by itself, but it still didn't look like it would get better for a while.

"He'll be fine, take him outside." Lydia didn't want to wait any longer, she nodded slightly to the FBI, cast a shrinking spell on the empty glass bottle, and put it into her robe Inside pocket.

The FBI had obviously been taken care of by the higher-ups, and without asking a word, he carried the injured man and walked outside.

Lydia looked up at the battle between the big steel bird and the superheroes above her head, then lowered her head and continued to look for the wounded.

When she, Lydia, passed a building, she saw a girl therapist standing in front of a pile of ruins with her head bowed.

Lydia walked over to see if there was anything she could do to help. Just as she was about to speak, she saw her pull out the magic wand under the robe and cast a spell on the reinforced concrete in her hand: "Wingardim Levio Sha (levitation spell)."

The pile of concrete moved and slowly floated up, looking very unscientific, and a buried woman was exposed under the pile.

When these things fell, she hid in a corner, so although she was buried below, she only had some skin injuries.

Seeing those ruins floating in the air, she quickly got up from the ground and ran out.

Lydia grabbed her arm, took out a bottle of Baixian from her pocket, and dripped two or three drops on her forearm with a long cut, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye come over.

The lady looked at her closed arm, then at the two men in white robes in front of her, showing a stiff smile, as if she didn't know what to say.

"Go straight and turn left and you will see the FBI. It's not very far away." Lydia put away the unused white meat and cleared the way for her.

The other party trotted away from them, then turned around the corner to look at them, and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Then she ran away quickly.

Lydia looked at the robe she had designed, and said to the St. Mungo's therapist beside her, "I thought it looked good?"

The female therapist didn't answer her question, and said to herself: "Just now you can use 'wound healing'."

She recited the spell with the correct pitch and speed, then turned her head to look at Lydia, there was a very young face under the hood, Lydia recited the spell lightly, then nodded .

The therapist pursed his lips, and found that Lydia had read it correctly once, and his affection for her increased slightly: "My name is Nora."

"Lydia." Lydia had a good impression of her, so she showed a friendly smile. Nora nodded, turned around and continued walking along the road.

Lydia thought for a while and followed.

Many buildings have been destroyed by the bird above their heads, and rubble is thrown from their heads almost every moment. Nora's business level is good, but her actual combat level is obviously not very good. Lydia had pulled her to avoid quite a few rocks.

And the situation in this area is not optimistic. Although the FBI has tried its best to evacuate all the people, Manhattan is an economically prosperous area. Not everyone has time to keep up with the FBI's command. Many people are trapped in the building. And as the strange bird above them attacked more and more fiercely, the danger level of these buildings became higher and higher.

Lydia and Nora healed the wounds of a group of people in the lobby on the ground floor of a building. Looking at the situation outside, they couldn't help frowning.

The strange bird just swept here with its wings, and some stone chips fell from the already riddled building. Lydia looked up, and the ceiling that was intact just now was cracked. Following her gaze, everyone saw the slits, and someone started screaming.

"Now, go out in line, I'm at the end." Lydia gave herself a loud voice, which instantly overwhelmed the screams of those people. Everyone heard her words. The therapist with stunned hair added another sentence, "Nora, you lead the way."

Nora came back to her senses and looked at Lydia across the crowd. The female therapist pursed her lips that were not covered by the hood, turned around and took out her wand and said a spell to the glass near the main entrance: " Torn apart."

The glass, which was not very strong at first, shattered and shattered all over the place. The way to go out was so much wider that everyone went out soon.

Lydia was the last one, and turned around to add a "restore to original" to the ceiling, and all the cracks were restored in an instant.

But it was a waste of effort for her to do so - just as she stepped out of the door of the building with her front foot, the giant steel bird with her back foot directly hit the building, and her huge body directly crushed the building.

Its huge beak was just three meters in front of Lydia, and the dust kicked up by the fall was so choking that people couldn't keep their eyes open.

The golden-red iron man drew an arc in the air and flew towards this side. He fired a palm cannon at the giant bird in mid-air, hitting the bright red eyes of the giant bird.

I don't know if it hurt from the beating, but the giant bird, which was still dying just now, jumped up from the ground, opened its huge beak and let out a shrill cry, and then looked at Lidi who was closest to it with the other intact eye. ya.