[comprehensive] in the name of the father

The room suddenly became quiet. The smell of gunpowder smoke slightly dilutes the smell of blood in the air, and the room suddenly fell silent. The two Italian men looked at the three wizards who fell on the ground in horror, and Orlando subconsciously Turning his head sideways, he saw that his elder brother was picking up the napkin beside him and wiping his hands with a nonchalant expression.

Another wizard from the Italian Ministry of Magic looked at the three men who fell on the ground in horror. He remembered clearly that these people were all members of the fugitive list issued by the British Ministry of Magic not long ago, but now, one of them All of them fell to the ground, with blood oozing from the back of their heads, dyeing the carpet an ominous color.

His eyesight is very good, and he can see other colors stained in that blood color, red, white, yellow... He finally couldn't help but turned his head sideways, and the strong desire to vomit completely overwhelmed his nerves, making him He no longer cared about face or anything, and vomited crazily.

Orlando's expression changed again and again. As the eighth generation's son, although he had not seen such a scene directly, he had heard about it anyway. At most, he just took it as someone else's words to flatter his mother, but now...

"This, what is this..." Orlando murmured subconsciously.

"Are you asking me this?" Timoteo raised his hand towards him, "It's just a B-Le-Ta-27F, to be honest, I didn't expect it to be just now when I came here. In such a scene, otherwise, you should bring a Magnum by your side."

"Bo, Bo what?" Orlando swallowed, "Um, is that a pistol? Is it a pistol?"

"It's really... the ignorance and ignorance that amazed me, my dear brother." Timoteo couldn't help shaking his head, and when he looked at Orlando, he couldn't help showing a little condescension Compassionate, "I remember when my aunt took you, she should have told you a lot about the family, but now..."

He shook his head as he spoke, and put the Bo-Le-Ta in his hand on the table, "This is Bo-Le-Ta-29F, the most widely used pistol in the Italian police and army. The caliber 9mm, with a maximum burst of 9 rounds."

"Because the price of this kind of pistol is very cheap, how many are there in Italy? I'm not sure if there are 100 million, but at least tens of thousands are still available." Timoteo said casually , glanced at the three corpses lying on the ground, let out a cold "heh" sneer, this time he stopped looking at Orlando and the others, and stood up straight.

Orlando and his colleague, who had vomited all over the place and hadn't recovered yet, watched each other slowly put on the coat handed over by the deacon, picked up the staff of civilization placed by the table, and walked towards the door.

The loud noise from here was naturally heard by people outside. Before Timoteo could go out, two waiters had already run in. They saw the corpses and blood on the ground, they were just a little stunned, and hurried He bowed his head respectfully and saluted, "Master Kudaime, are you alright?"

"It's okay, don't worry." Timoteo waved his hand, and when he walked out the door, he looked back at the two sitting on the ground, showing a gentlemanly smile, "May the light of the Lord always shine on you , my brother, remember to visit Vongola Castle more often when you have nothing to do."

"Arrivederci (goodbye)."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked out.

"It's rude to cause trouble for everyone." Sebastian, who was following behind him, saluted several people, and then quickly followed Timoteo's footsteps and walked away.

Seeing the two waiters waving their wands as if nothing had happened and starting to clean up the blood and corpses on the ground, Orlando said with some difficulty: "That..."

"Lord Silvio." A waiter turned his head, "What's your order?"

"You..." Orlando's colleague looked at them in surprise. His current posture was very embarrassing, his clothes were covered with traces of vomit, and his face was also very pale.

"Do you need to call a doctor? Or should we take you to St. Mungo's?" The waiter's hands and feet were quick, and the blood on the ground had been cleaned up in a short while, but because this is a VIP room, they are now going to The carpet stained with a lot of blood and unknown liquid was rolled up, and the corpse was rolled up by the way, and they would be carried out together later.

"I, I, I..." The man held back for a long time, and finally choked out a sentence, "I want to call the Auror over!"

For a while, the other three people in the room didn't know what to say. The two waiters nodded to Orlando, and then used a spell to float three corpses and a large roll of carpet out.

"Hey, come back to me!"

Seeing his colleagues still being stupid, Silvio helplessly reached out and patted himself on the shoulder, "Okay, shut up now."

He looked at the guns on the table, and recalled the several Death Eaters whose enemies he and his colleagues were helpless but were easily shot three times in the head by that man, his expression was extremely complicated for a moment, "Maybe I really should Go back and have a look?"

Walking on the streets of Naples, Timoteo's mood was not at all troubled by the shots just now. On the contrary, he looked relaxed now, and he bought two ice creams at the roadside shop, one I walked and ate with it in my hand, and handed one to Sebastian who was following behind me.

"You seem to be in a good mood, is it because you have solved your brother's matter perfectly?" Sebastian asked with a smile.

"No, no, my stupid brother, if he can wake up with one blow, I won't call him that." Timoteo licked the cylinder in his hand, showing a look of resentment .

"Really?" Sebastian showed a subtle expression on his face, "Speaking of which, when you were shooting just now, master, did you do anything to the pistol?"

"Hands and feet? Why would I do such a boring thing?" Timoteo looked back at him a little strangely, "Why do you ask such a strange question?"

"But those few I remember chanting defensive spells." The man said in surprise.

"Yes, but... it was originally invented to resist the swords of the church knights and the wooden sticks of the common people, but after hundreds of improvements, it was all to resist the spells and magic items shot by other wizards, That being the case, how do you think that this kind of magic will work in front of pistol ammunition with an initial rate of fire of 333.7 meters per second?" Timoteo gave him a strange look, "I think compared to other For some things, it seems that you need to learn the basics of modern firearms."

"I'm very sorry." Sebastian's face froze for a moment, and he bowed and apologized.

"But what happened this time made me suddenly interested in England. Speaking of which, those people are British wizards, right?" Timoteo wiped his hands with a paper towel after eating all the cylinders in his hand Wipe it, and throw it into the trash can beside him, "Well, speaking of it, I haven't been to England for a long time, this time I just happened to go to London for a stroll, be happy, I can go back to my old hometown for a while."

The author has something to say:

The power of pistols is actually very powerful. Don’t be affected by movies and TV, because a 9mm pistol can make a hole in a person’s body. In fact, it can make a big hole in the head. There will really be a headshot phenomenon.

Wow, the pistol will be mouthed...and I made a mistake earlier, the ber-lay-ta is 9mm, I actually shot it into 19mm, 19mm is a super hand gun, and everything will be broken Same as watermelon.