Chapter 175 The Muggle World and Jovonovich
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Seryozha is the eldest son of Jovonovich. He is bold and steady like a big brother. He is a typical Slavic appearance.
With a square face, a prickly beard, and strong arms, even the current Neville is far behind.
The big hand messed up John's hair, and Seryozha muttered dissatisfiedly: "Look at our Yadani, how he is starved."
John's thin cheeks made Seryozha deeply dissatisfied, and he turned his eyes to Watson, who was like a little chicken.
As if to say, you Brit dare to abuse my nephew.
Watson shook his head again and again, it's none of his business, he's not a chef.
Andre was the eighth child of the Jovonovich family, and he glared at Watson viciously with his narrow wolf eyes.
The same cut, but it sets off his whole body revealing a vicious air.
Anton came in seventh and came to visit his sister. He rarely used hairspray to tidy up his usually messy black hair, wiped his back, and conveyed a message that he was not easy to mess with in silence.
Alexei was the ninth child. He wore glasses, looked gentle, and had long limbs. He was a twin with Andrei, so he didn't look like him.
If John hadn't seen him stabbing a wild boar with a flying spear when he was a child, he would probably have thought it was some college student.
Anton's expression moved slightly, and he exited the room silently.
Alexei seemed to notice something, he glanced at Anton who was leaving, and gave Andre a look.
Andre got the information, with a smirk on his face, he turned his neck and made a clicking sound.
"Yardani, we brought you a gift, I hope you like it." Alexei smiled and pushed his sister and Watson to the living room.
Watson didn't find anything wrong, he just wanted to reduce his sense of existence as soon as possible, so as not to be caught by Jovonovich.
John found something. He glanced at the smiling Alexei. These uncles in his family seemed not simple.
That's right, being able to stay alone in that place must not be easy.
Pushing the boat along the way, John called uncle to several men, which made Seryozha very happy.
I brought a box of vodka from Mao Xiong, and there were still a few boxes left. If it weren't for the captain's drunken flight, one of the right-wing engines blew up on the way, and there would not be only one box left.
Watson trembled when he saw the vodka.
I think he is also a man who claims to never get drunk for a thousand glasses. He was never able to walk out of Jovonovich's house.
Alexey did indeed bring a gift, and when he opened it a little, Mrs. Wick next to him slapped the box back.
"Alexis, your brother-in-law wants to drink a couple of bottles with you."
Mrs. Wick smiled softly. If John read it right just now, it seemed to be some kind of weapon that could make a rattling sound.
And more than one.
Watson had already been held down there to drink, and Seryozha lit the vodka in the glass with a lighter, shouted Ulla, and drained the glass.
Upon seeing this, John silently gave Watson a thumbs up.
Daddy, you are asking for blessings.
Anton and Andre came back, and Andre, with blood on his fist, joined Ula's camp.
Anton went to wash his hands in silence, his face was bloodthirsty like a beast.
...
"Fuck! Fuck! @#￥!"
On Privet Drive, a man ran wildly on the street, cursing crazily, without a trace of blood on his face.
He ran to a trail, tremblingly took out his mobile phone and made a call.
"Crazy, two crazy!"
He still didn't calm down.
Those two guys were like demons from hell, a dozen well-trained bosses were killed with bare hands just like that.
Especially the guy with hair gel, in front of him, he used his fingers to goug out the eyes of his subordinates.
The other cut is just as terrifying, it literally smashes a person's head into pieces.
Red and white splashes fell on the driver's face, and he couldn't help his legs trembling, peeing in fright.
His finger pressed the wrong button on the phone in disbelief, and he almost scolded his mother.
He punched the wall angrily.
"I'll help you."
A slender hand stretched out from behind to take the phone. Before the driver could react, he looked up, and the eyes under the glasses were like poisonous snakes, which made people feel cold.
The driver wanted to escape, but was directly strangled by the neck and lifted against the wall.
"Shhhhhhhhh."
Find the call record, and the person dials out.
A deep voice sounded: "Is it finished?"
The driver saw the man with glasses showing a sinister smile: "We found you."
When you're done, hang up the phone.
At the same time, the driver was also hung up.
There was a small needle hole in his neck, and his face was blue when he fell in the alley.
...
Sergey and Watson drank until midnight. Although Sergey was basically drinking, Watson was unconscious and was woken up from time to time to take a sip and continue to sleep.
"It's very bad over there now, but St. Petersburg has a good mayor, and my father is very optimistic about him."
"Compared to those officials who eat people and don't spit out their bones, he makes me admire. The mayor extended an invitation to his father, but his father refused on the grounds of old age."
"There are always people near the house who can hear the howling. Valery went to visit, caught two sneaky guys, and broke two wooden sticks."
"Yadani, do you still remember Valery, the uncle who took you to go swimming in winter?"
Seryozha murmured, and John also heard what happened at his grandfather's house.
Just experienced turmoil, and now the situation is unstable. Fortunately, St. Petersburg, where they are located, has a good mayor this year.
The people were getting warmer in the cold winter, and my grandfather didn't want to take care of things, and announced to the outside world that he was sick.
John noticed that Alexey came back with an extra mobile phone in his hand.
The noisy truck started, and after a while, Anton who went out again also came back.
None of them said what they did, but John knew it all.
Several uncles fell asleep on their backs in the living room, and John went back to the basement.
With the map on and using the replay, he was able to see what was happening outside.
Watching Anton gouging out people's eyeballs, and seeing Andre smashing people's heads like a mad dog.
John was lost in thought.
"Why do I feel that uncles don't seem to have the physique that normal people should have?"
Smash a person's head with a fist, or break it in the true sense.
This thing looks a little outrageous.
No wonder the old man is afraid of them, seeing how life is worthless, the Jovonovich family, is he serious?
The next day.
John's uncles left early, saying they were going out for a stroll, but they shouldn't have taken the box of gifts with them.
Sure enough, at lunch time, the uncles came back.
They were talking and laughing, Watson greeted them respectfully, his stomach still hurt a little.
Andre sat on the sofa carelessly, and was watched by Mrs. Wick's death stare, and immediately changed back to the sitting position of a good baby.
Watson turned on the TV at home, and there was a news broadcast on it.
"A mass death occurred this morning. According to people familiar with the matter, the dead belonged to a member of the Nigerian Jungle Gang. Their death was miserable..."
Watson stared blankly at the big black man hanging in the upper right corner of the news. This year's TV has not been poisoned by mosaics, so it was a very intuitive scene.
None of this is important. The important thing is that this boss once threatened Watson.
The police speculated that it was a conflict between the gangsters, and John noticed a vague smile on Sergey's face.
My uncles started.
Simply neat.
This incident also made Watson temporarily calm from the turmoil of the Wallace family, and everyone in London was in danger.
They didn't understand where a group of ruthless people came from, and they directly wiped out other people's gangs.
The purpose is clear, and what is even more terrifying is that they will goug out their eyes.
Eyes are the windows to the soul.
Not only killing people, but also killing people.
Sean Wallace called, his tone was dignified, "Watson, we need to talk."
Watson picked up the phone, was silent for a moment, and said, "Yes."
The death of that boss made Sean restless.
John originally wanted to solve these things before going on a trip, but now that his uncles are here, he doesn't need to do anything.
In this way, the seventh day of the holiday.
In the past few days, the police discovered that a van full of dead bodies had been salvaged, causing a sensation in London.
Watson has been very busy recently, but with Andre by his side, nothing happened.
John is in the basement, shaking the magic blood in the bottle.
After drinking it in one gulp, he smashed it in his mouth, but it still had no taste.
The magical blood that entered his mouth quickly flowed all over his body, and John was not afraid that it would spread outside.
Long after that pit Harry, John had reinforced the basement so that no trace of magic would leak out.
Meanwhile, this time he had an idea.
Putting his eyes on the pile of prepared materials, the magic power in John's body went berserk.
With this magic, John focused all his attention on the material.
That pile of material is changing rapidly.
...
With a square face, a prickly beard, and strong arms, even the current Neville is far behind.
The big hand messed up John's hair, and Seryozha muttered dissatisfiedly: "Look at our Yadani, how he is starved."
John's thin cheeks made Seryozha deeply dissatisfied, and he turned his eyes to Watson, who was like a little chicken.
As if to say, you Brit dare to abuse my nephew.
Watson shook his head again and again, it's none of his business, he's not a chef.
Andre was the eighth child of the Jovonovich family, and he glared at Watson viciously with his narrow wolf eyes.
The same cut, but it sets off his whole body revealing a vicious air.
Anton came in seventh and came to visit his sister. He rarely used hairspray to tidy up his usually messy black hair, wiped his back, and conveyed a message that he was not easy to mess with in silence.
Alexei was the ninth child. He wore glasses, looked gentle, and had long limbs. He was a twin with Andrei, so he didn't look like him.
If John hadn't seen him stabbing a wild boar with a flying spear when he was a child, he would probably have thought it was some college student.
Anton's expression moved slightly, and he exited the room silently.
Alexei seemed to notice something, he glanced at Anton who was leaving, and gave Andre a look.
Andre got the information, with a smirk on his face, he turned his neck and made a clicking sound.
"Yardani, we brought you a gift, I hope you like it." Alexei smiled and pushed his sister and Watson to the living room.
Watson didn't find anything wrong, he just wanted to reduce his sense of existence as soon as possible, so as not to be caught by Jovonovich.
John found something. He glanced at the smiling Alexei. These uncles in his family seemed not simple.
That's right, being able to stay alone in that place must not be easy.
Pushing the boat along the way, John called uncle to several men, which made Seryozha very happy.
I brought a box of vodka from Mao Xiong, and there were still a few boxes left. If it weren't for the captain's drunken flight, one of the right-wing engines blew up on the way, and there would not be only one box left.
Watson trembled when he saw the vodka.
I think he is also a man who claims to never get drunk for a thousand glasses. He was never able to walk out of Jovonovich's house.
Alexey did indeed bring a gift, and when he opened it a little, Mrs. Wick next to him slapped the box back.
"Alexis, your brother-in-law wants to drink a couple of bottles with you."
Mrs. Wick smiled softly. If John read it right just now, it seemed to be some kind of weapon that could make a rattling sound.
And more than one.
Watson had already been held down there to drink, and Seryozha lit the vodka in the glass with a lighter, shouted Ulla, and drained the glass.
Upon seeing this, John silently gave Watson a thumbs up.
Daddy, you are asking for blessings.
Anton and Andre came back, and Andre, with blood on his fist, joined Ula's camp.
Anton went to wash his hands in silence, his face was bloodthirsty like a beast.
...
"Fuck! Fuck! @#￥!"
On Privet Drive, a man ran wildly on the street, cursing crazily, without a trace of blood on his face.
He ran to a trail, tremblingly took out his mobile phone and made a call.
"Crazy, two crazy!"
He still didn't calm down.
Those two guys were like demons from hell, a dozen well-trained bosses were killed with bare hands just like that.
Especially the guy with hair gel, in front of him, he used his fingers to goug out the eyes of his subordinates.
The other cut is just as terrifying, it literally smashes a person's head into pieces.
Red and white splashes fell on the driver's face, and he couldn't help his legs trembling, peeing in fright.
His finger pressed the wrong button on the phone in disbelief, and he almost scolded his mother.
He punched the wall angrily.
"I'll help you."
A slender hand stretched out from behind to take the phone. Before the driver could react, he looked up, and the eyes under the glasses were like poisonous snakes, which made people feel cold.
The driver wanted to escape, but was directly strangled by the neck and lifted against the wall.
"Shhhhhhhhh."
Find the call record, and the person dials out.
A deep voice sounded: "Is it finished?"
The driver saw the man with glasses showing a sinister smile: "We found you."
When you're done, hang up the phone.
At the same time, the driver was also hung up.
There was a small needle hole in his neck, and his face was blue when he fell in the alley.
...
Sergey and Watson drank until midnight. Although Sergey was basically drinking, Watson was unconscious and was woken up from time to time to take a sip and continue to sleep.
"It's very bad over there now, but St. Petersburg has a good mayor, and my father is very optimistic about him."
"Compared to those officials who eat people and don't spit out their bones, he makes me admire. The mayor extended an invitation to his father, but his father refused on the grounds of old age."
"There are always people near the house who can hear the howling. Valery went to visit, caught two sneaky guys, and broke two wooden sticks."
"Yadani, do you still remember Valery, the uncle who took you to go swimming in winter?"
Seryozha murmured, and John also heard what happened at his grandfather's house.
Just experienced turmoil, and now the situation is unstable. Fortunately, St. Petersburg, where they are located, has a good mayor this year.
The people were getting warmer in the cold winter, and my grandfather didn't want to take care of things, and announced to the outside world that he was sick.
John noticed that Alexey came back with an extra mobile phone in his hand.
The noisy truck started, and after a while, Anton who went out again also came back.
None of them said what they did, but John knew it all.
Several uncles fell asleep on their backs in the living room, and John went back to the basement.
With the map on and using the replay, he was able to see what was happening outside.
Watching Anton gouging out people's eyeballs, and seeing Andre smashing people's heads like a mad dog.
John was lost in thought.
"Why do I feel that uncles don't seem to have the physique that normal people should have?"
Smash a person's head with a fist, or break it in the true sense.
This thing looks a little outrageous.
No wonder the old man is afraid of them, seeing how life is worthless, the Jovonovich family, is he serious?
The next day.
John's uncles left early, saying they were going out for a stroll, but they shouldn't have taken the box of gifts with them.
Sure enough, at lunch time, the uncles came back.
They were talking and laughing, Watson greeted them respectfully, his stomach still hurt a little.
Andre sat on the sofa carelessly, and was watched by Mrs. Wick's death stare, and immediately changed back to the sitting position of a good baby.
Watson turned on the TV at home, and there was a news broadcast on it.
"A mass death occurred this morning. According to people familiar with the matter, the dead belonged to a member of the Nigerian Jungle Gang. Their death was miserable..."
Watson stared blankly at the big black man hanging in the upper right corner of the news. This year's TV has not been poisoned by mosaics, so it was a very intuitive scene.
None of this is important. The important thing is that this boss once threatened Watson.
The police speculated that it was a conflict between the gangsters, and John noticed a vague smile on Sergey's face.
My uncles started.
Simply neat.
This incident also made Watson temporarily calm from the turmoil of the Wallace family, and everyone in London was in danger.
They didn't understand where a group of ruthless people came from, and they directly wiped out other people's gangs.
The purpose is clear, and what is even more terrifying is that they will goug out their eyes.
Eyes are the windows to the soul.
Not only killing people, but also killing people.
Sean Wallace called, his tone was dignified, "Watson, we need to talk."
Watson picked up the phone, was silent for a moment, and said, "Yes."
The death of that boss made Sean restless.
John originally wanted to solve these things before going on a trip, but now that his uncles are here, he doesn't need to do anything.
In this way, the seventh day of the holiday.
In the past few days, the police discovered that a van full of dead bodies had been salvaged, causing a sensation in London.
Watson has been very busy recently, but with Andre by his side, nothing happened.
John is in the basement, shaking the magic blood in the bottle.
After drinking it in one gulp, he smashed it in his mouth, but it still had no taste.
The magical blood that entered his mouth quickly flowed all over his body, and John was not afraid that it would spread outside.
Long after that pit Harry, John had reinforced the basement so that no trace of magic would leak out.
Meanwhile, this time he had an idea.
Putting his eyes on the pile of prepared materials, the magic power in John's body went berserk.
With this magic, John focused all his attention on the material.
That pile of material is changing rapidly.
...
