I'm a spy in the film

"click"

Along with the sound of the machine expansion, a row of steel pipes as thick as arms rose from the ground around the edge of the platform and soon surrounded the entire platform.

Bourne, Ryze and their men were all locked in this fifty-square-meter iron cage.

The only ones outside were Powell's Beggars' Gang and the old hairy bear man, Singer, who wanted Bourne's blood.

Ryze led his men and looked at Bourne from across the negotiation table and asked:

"Padre, do you know what you are facing?"

“Slayer, your nickname made me think you were an irritable guy, but I didn’t expect you to be the calmest one here. It seems that the rumors are not credible!

So, why are you being so reckless and aggressive?

Is it to confuse someone?"

Ryze opened his arms to stop the aggressive men behind him, and wanted to make one more effort:

"You have said too much, priest. I will ask again..."

But what greeted him was Bourne's roar:

"Ask your mother, let's start fighting!"

Bourne grasped the solid wooden tabletop with both hands and lifted it up suddenly. He actually lifted up the entire thick negotiation table and flipped it over to Ryze and others opposite him.

Without waiting for the hairy bear man opposite to hold up the table, Bourne flipped his right palm and an orange fireball the size of a ping-pong ball appeared in his palm.

He raised his hand slightly, and the fireball was thrown out, hitting the bottom of the table.

"boom--"

There was a loud bang.

The table was blown into pieces, and thousands of wood chips flew in all directions like a rain of needles.

No matter what others thought, Joseph was shocked.

He didn't expect that the usually gentle Holy Son could be so violent. This made him recall the first time he met the Holy Son in that Celestial Dynasty Pharmacy.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

It turns out that the Son of God has never changed.

It was just that he was blinded by arrogance and pride, and mistook the Son of God's people-friendly demeanor as weakness, and wanted to use the Son of God as a gun.

Maybe the Holy Son has seen through his little thoughts, and he just confronted the hairy bear man just now just to show his authority and intimidate him.

Yes, that must be the case!

Joseph's face turned pale and blue, and his heart was filled with regret and fear.

Fortunately, my attitude is still respectful. After this matter is over, I must do my best to convince the elders in my family to increase investment in the Holy Son. If I don’t cling to the thighs of such a Holy Son with such a background and personality, when will I?

Having the same mood as Joseph was Powell, the king of the New York underground, who was firmly protected by a group of his men.

At this moment, his face was no longer as calm as before, and the shock in his eyes almost burst out.

Damn it, why didn't that person tell me that the new supervisor could cast magic like fireball!

An ordinary supervisor and a magical supervisor are two completely different concepts.

The former has only a little background at best, but can still be bought off with money;

The latter must be the object that all the major forces are vying to win over. You want to bribe them? What do you have to offer? What they want is magic items. Can you give them to them?

(Bourne disagrees with this. If he has a little bit of money, Bourne doesn't mind being friends with him.)

As the smoke and dust cleared, the appearance of the hairy bear man opposite gradually appeared before everyone's eyes.

Their current condition looked somewhat miserable. Everyone's head, face, and hands were covered with thorns. Those in the front row who had the most thorns were grimacing and gasping for cold air.

One of the bald strong men touched the blood on his head and shouted angrily:

"Asshole, lunatic, you actually used a grenade, aren't you afraid of blowing yourself up?"

He was so excited that he could not help but step forward to argue with Bourne, but was stopped by Ryze who had remained silent the whole time: "Don't act rashly, Taylor, that's not a grenade!"

Although he was also covered in dust and his fur coat was covered with debris like a porcupine skin, he did not even blink. He stared at Bourne with his white eyeballs and said in a deep voice:

"Little warlock, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you know two spells. If those two are all you have, you will definitely not be able to leave this room today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ryze tore off his fur coat and threw it on the ground, making a hoarse roar from his throat.

As if it was a signal, the dozen or so men behind Ryze followed suit, taking off their coats and exposing their shirts.

Under the astonished gazes of others, the bodies of the group of hairy bear men in the iron cage swelled up like balloons, and their black manes quickly grew to more than two inches long through their skin, turning them into real "hairy" bear men.

Not only that.

Their heads and limbs also changed.

The originally normal hands and feet quickly enlarged to twice the size of a normal person, bursting through the shoes, and knife-sized nails grew on the fingertips, looking cold and sharp.

Their heads had protruding mouths and receding foreheads, and their skin color visibly darkened to deep black. A second set of saw-like teeth grew outside their flat teeth, and large amounts of saliva were secreted from their mouths, dripping onto the ground like streams.

In just a few seconds, this group of gangsters who looked like human beings turned into werewolves who were more than two meters tall, covered with black hair, had sharp claws on their hands, and had wolf heads!

Werewolf!!!

"No, don't be impulsive, Ryze, he's the supervisor of the FBI!"

Powell finally couldn't help but shout out.

He turned to the two men dressed as homeless men beside him and said:

"Do something to stop that stupid wolf. Don't let him mess everything up!"

The two men nodded, one of them took out a feather from his arms and held it in his palm, and the other took out a flute from his waist.

Both of them are magical talents recruited and trained by Powell, and they are also his last trump cards.

No one would have thought that a gang leader who had lived underground for years and was like a rat crossing the street actually knew about magic so early and trained subordinates with magical talents in advance. This vision and courage are many times stronger than those bureaucrats sitting on the throne of national rule!

However, before the two men could cast their magic, the situation on the field changed again.

Before Ryze could complete his transformation, he waved his hands and his men rushed out of the cage to both sides, like a pack of well-trained wolves hunting, and surrounded Bourne and Joseph.

Ryze himself opened his huge mouth with fangs and was about to let out a long roar, which was the signal for a general attack.

At this moment, Bourne shouted:

“God said: Let there be — light!”

In an instant, a strong light emanated from the cross and the holy covenant in Bourne's hands, as if two little suns were released into the world, illuminating the group of werewolves surrounding him.

The werewolf who was illuminated by the light immediately began to emit black smoke.

They fell to the floor screaming, rolling and slapping their bodies, and the stench of burnt flesh soon filled the room.

At the same time, Powell and his men lowered their heads in pain. Although they quickly covered their eyes, it was still a little late.

Although it was only for a moment, the strong light still caused their eyes to sting, tears flowed, and they couldn't open their eyes at all.

It was okay for the ordinary gang members, at most they suffered temporary blindness, but the two spellcasters were in big trouble.