Chapter 232 This is called professionalism

A full 60 bullets rained down like a rainstorm, shooting into the body of the tiny goblin and shattering the gorgeous little vest uniform into pieces.

The bullet tore through the muscles and destroyed the bones, and the fragments of internal organs mixed with blood splattered all over Peter Pettigrew's face.

Coupled with that obscene and weird smile, the wizards watching nearby felt a chill down their spines.

Until the gunfire stopped, the smell of blood mixed with gunpowder began to spread throughout the streets of Diagon Alley.

The wizards who were watching the fun at first only realized that there was a strange black object in Peter Pettigrew's hand.

It's not some strange toy, but an outright murderous weapon.

"Emergency mode activated, a dark wizard wants to..."

The other goblin guarding the gate finally reacted and used magic to increase the volume of his voice as he shouted towards Gringotts.

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, a 9mm bullet blew his ridiculously huge head into pieces.

The door of Gringotts began to close slowly after the gunshot.

Looking at the slowly closing bronze door, Peter Pettigrew did not make any movement. He just silently bit the stick at the corner of his mouth.

The cigar, which was wet with the goblin's blood and went out, was gently taken off and thrown aside.

He took out another cigar, lit it with magic, and started smoking it comfortably.

Surrounded by cigar smoke, the short and fat figure began to move slowly.

As if dancing some kind of rhythmic dance, he held a Thompson submachine gun in his left hand and pieces of dark green objects that looked like plasticine in his right hand.

They were carefully attached around the tightly closed bronze door, and after being properly placed, they were connected together using white wires.

"Alright everyone, the next performance is going to be a bit violent, so I'm giving you some serious advice here."

"Please move indoors as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary injuries."

After connecting the wires, Peter Pettigrew turned to look at the group of wizards who were still watching.

He persuaded with a sincere tone, and then, under the gaze of everyone, he lit the white fuse with the burning cigar butt.

"Please rest assured, dear customers. The door of Gringotts is made of special magical materials."

"No magic can destroy this gate. Gringotts has always been the safest place in the British wizarding world."

"So please calm down and don't shout..."

Behind the bronze door, the oldest goblin was standing on the highest counter, facing the group of wizards trapped inside Gringotts.

Try your best to comfort.

But before it could finish its words, it heard a few dull sounds like the beating of giant drums coming from behind the gilded bronze door.

At the same time, the ground beneath his feet trembled slightly, and the gorgeous gilded bronze door fell straight to the ground surrounded by dense white smoke.

The moment the bronze door touched the ground, everyone felt a vibration under their buttocks.

No matter wizards or goblins, all eyes present were fixed on the heavy bronze door lying on the ground.

The old goblin in the lead had his eyes twitching wildly, and his old brain kept working, but he still couldn't think of a powerful black magic that could break open the bronze door so easily.

But just as he had not finished speaking, with a gunshot, a bullet shot directly through his head.

This puts an end to this thought process that seems to never have an answer.

"Da da da!!!"

Gunshots rang out again, and countless 9mm brass bullets shot large holes in the wall of white smoke.

The goblins hiding behind the tall counter fell one after another. Some of them were lucky enough to die instantly from a bullet wound to the head.

Some people were unlucky and were shot through the knees or shoulders. They could only lie on the ground, pressing their injured parts and groaning in pain.

The wizard group was much luckier. At the moment when the bronze gate was demolished by blasting, a wizard with a thick American English accent came.

He immediately shouted loudly.

"Everyone get down, this is robbery."

With this warning, all the wizards in Gringotts smoothly fell to the ground with their hands covering their heads.

He dodged the bullet fire this time and the gunfire stopped.

They looked up nervously, only to see a not very tall black figure appear at the doorway surrounded by white smoke.

He was wearing a handsome long trench coat, his face was covered with a mixture of blood and strange objects, and he had a weird and obscene smile.

It's quite nauseating just to look at, but the image of him holding a Thompson submachine gun in his left hand and a cigar in his right mouth.

And all the human men present admitted that this look was indeed very handsome.

However, compared to some people who want to see the true face of the robber, others are more professional and want to save their lives.

The wizard with a thick American accent had already turned all his pockets inside out.

To show that he had no hidden weapons, his wallet and bank cards were neatly placed in front of him.

He even took the time to write down the password on his bank card.

"It seems you are familiar with this process."

The moment Peter Pettigrew stepped into the hall of Gringotts, he saw this most outstanding wizard.

He squatted down and asked in an approving tone.

"No, I just want to save my life sir. I have taken out all the valuables on me."

"I don't have any weapons, please don't hurt me."

The wizard lying on the ground replied tremblingly, paying great attention to details.

During the entire answering process, he covered both sides of his head tightly and pressed his face to the ground.

To ensure that you cannot see the robber's true face from any angle.

Avoid getting yourself killed.

"Look, this is called professionalism."

Peter Pettigrew praised this highly and pointed the black muzzle of his gun at all the wizards lying on the ground one by one.

He said angrily.

"Can't you even imitate me? Ladies and gentlemen, do I have to go and ask you one by one for your money and property?"

"This will increase my workload. Don't you know that? And you're actually curious about what I look like."

"Have you ever thought that I have every reason to kill you here, since you have seen my true appearance?"

These words, like the whisper of death, frightened the remaining wizards half to death. They all trembled like sieves.

There was fear in their eyes, and several people wanted to take out their wands, but when they looked up, they saw the goblins dead behind the counter.

When they saw blood flowing all over the ground, the wizards who had never seen such a scene were frightened out of their wits.

They didn't even have the courage to raise their wands, and they leaned against each other with looks of fear on their faces.

Peter Pettigrew walked up to the crowd, slowly squatted down, tapped the air in front of everyone with the barrel of his gun and said.

"I am in a good mood today, and there are ladies here, I will not hurt you."

"But I think you should learn from the gentleman just now and put all your valuables here."

"Line up one by one, don't crowd."