Click.
The sound of cracking bones echoed clearly on the devastated streets.
John's punch didn't have any fancy light and shadow effects or earth-shattering explosions, but the pure physical power compressed to the extreme had devastating penetrating power.
Poison-Horned Lion's huge body suddenly froze in mid-air, and then crashed to the ground like a building that had been drained of its foundation.
The dust in the sky was stirred up by the heavy impact. The terrifying giant beast that was so arrogant just now was now paralyzed in the rubble like a puddle of mud, and its indestructible spine had been completely shattered.
The streets fell into a deathly silence.
Only the broken fire hydrant in the distance was still spraying water and making a gurgling sound.
John jumped off Poison-Horned Lion's back lightly and landed smoothly on the ground.
There was a lot of dust on his white Hoodie, but his breathing was still steady.
He looked down at his fists, recalling the power-generating technique at that moment.
If he uses Heat Vision, he will not only burn the monster to death, but also the innocent passers-by around him may also be roasted into charcoal.
But using the methods taught by Lynn and Black Noir, he not only accurately solved a disaster, but also protected everyone.
"Well done, brother!"
A gust of wind blew by, and Reggie turned into a blue light and stopped next to John. He unceremoniously put his arm around his shoulders and smiled with big white teeth.
Tommy also slowly walked over from behind. He put his hands in his pockets. Although his face looked a little pale due to excessive use of Telekinesis, his chin was raised high, looking like a stinker.
Annie breathed a long sigh of relief and ran to Kevin to make sure that he and the kettle containing the fish were intact.
At this moment, the young mother who was rescued by Reggie in the refugee crowd took two tentative steps forward.
She held tightly the little girl with tears on her face, and looked at the group of children standing in the middle of the ruins with red eyes.
"Thank you... really, thank you for saving my daughter."
The young mother's voice was trembling uncontrollably. She suddenly bent down and bowed deeply to John and Reggie.
The little girl also hid behind her mother, timidly poked her head out, and said thank you to her big brother in a childish voice.
This sentence is like a switch.
Passers-by who were hiding behind cars and in the ruins of shops stood up one after another.
No one cares whether they are Superheroes registered by Vought International, and no one cares why they have such terrifying power.
Everyone only knew that at that desperate moment, it was these children who seemed to be underage who stood in front of them.
Applause rang out sparsely from the corners, then quickly spread, and finally turned into spontaneous and enthusiastic cheers throughout the street.
Some people were wiping tears, and some were waving to them. The joy and unreserved gratitude for the rest of their lives intertwined into an extremely warm emotion in the air.
John was stunned on the spot.
He stared blankly at the ordinary people applauding him.
John felt his eyes were a little sore. He turned his head at a loss and looked across half the street at Lynn, who was still sitting in front of the dessert shop.
Lynn held the coffee cup and smiled at him through the crowd, his eyes full of encouragement.
The corners of John's mouth couldn't help but rise. He finally experienced the feeling Lynn said.
This is the real hero, not for show, but for this kind of warmth that makes people want to protect it desperately.
However, just when this heartwarming moment reaches its peak.
Suddenly there were several unusually harsh explosions in the air.
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
A series of sounds like exploding firecrackers sounded in the air, and then, five figures wearing long black windbreakers appeared out of thin air in the middle of the street.
Each of them holds a small wooden stick in his hand, and his expression is cold and irritable.
"It's the trouble caused by the smuggling of dark magical creatures again. The Muggle streets here in New York are so hard to clean every time."
The tall witch in the lead frowned and glanced at the corpse of Poison-Horned Lion on the ground with disgust.
They are Auror from the Ministry of Magic Safety Department.
"Stop talking nonsense, first erase the memory of these Muggle, and then disguise the scene as a gas pipe explosion."
Another man Auror skillfully waved the Wand in his hand.
They completely ignored the John people standing on the ruins.
In the eyes of these Wizarding World law enforcers, ordinary people are just troublesome creatures whose memories need to be modified regularly.
The tall witch in the lead raised Wand and pointed it directly at the young mother and little girl closest to her.
"Obliviate."
A faint white light flashed from the top of Wand and directly hit the mother and daughter.
In just a moment, the young mother's red eyes became dull, and the gratitude and joy of surviving the disaster disappeared without a trace.
The little girl also became confused. She even let go of her mother's hand and looked at the ruins around her in bewilderment, completely forgetting who rescued her from under the monster.
The white memory erasing spell fell one after another on the passers-by who were about to step forward to say thank you, like an assembly line operation.
The cheers stopped abruptly.
Sincere applause was replaced by confused silence.
Those who were smiling at John just now were looking at them with empty eyes, as if they were looking at a group of complete strangers.
John The smile on his face slowly froze.
He looked at the little girl who had lost her memory, and felt that the hot fire that had just been ignited in his chest was roughly poured with a basin of cold water mixed with ice.
The little bit of kindness and warmth that he finally felt from this cruel world was ruthlessly taken away in front of him before he even had time to taste it.
But that's not all.
The tall witch finished dealing with the ordinary people nearby, turned her head, and her eyes fell on the John people standing on the ruins.
She stepped on the broken glass on the ground and walked over casually.
"There are still a few little ghosts here who haven't escaped."
The witch spoke casually, as if she was cleaning up the garbage on the roadside, "Erase their memories too, so they don't go around talking nonsense."
She raised the well-maintained Walnut Wood Wand and pointed it directly at John's face.
"Look at the tip of my Wand, kid, it'll be fine soon and you'll forget all the bad things happened this afternoon."
She didn't even look into John's eyes seriously, she opened her mouth and uttered that extremely skilled spell.
"As soon as I forget..."
Click.
A slight crunching sound interrupted her spellcasting.
The witch was stunned for a moment, and then a Cruciatus Curse pain spread along her fingers to her brain.
She lowered her head and looked at her right hand in disbelief.
The Wand that had been with her for more than ten years was being squeezed tightly by a small white hand.
John didn't even use much force, just like breaking a dry branch, he broke the stick and the witch's two fingers into a ninety-degree angle.
"Ah!"
The witch let out a sharp scream and fell to the ground in pain, looking at the blond boy in front of her in horror.
The originally clear eyes of Azure once again boiled uncontrollably with a dazzling scarlet color.
The surrounding air began to heat up violently due to John's out-of-control emotions, and even the broken glass on the ground made a slight cracking sound.