Chapter 215

at sea.

A pure white bra slowly fell from the sky.

Three speedboats broke through the waves and headed for an old-fashioned lifeboat in the distance.

The lifeboat was at sea, and the hull vibrated regularly with the waves. Two women and a man in the cabin.

On the deck, groans continued.

"Ah, ah...

" take it easy...

"I hurt!"

The girl was lying on the deck with her back bare.

A woman stroked the girl's face, shaking and said, "bear it, my dear, just bear it."

Behind her, the young man pressed her back with one hand, covered each other's mouth with the other hand and stabbed hard.

The girl let out a groan.

Sweat drips from the teenager's chin on the girl's back.

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time, three days ago, Normandy.

An old Citroen bumps on the iron gray road. It has a dirty yellow color and several large suitcases tied with ropes on top.

Inside the car, the gray haired teenager was dressed in a plaid shirt, black jeans with holes, blue canvas shoes and a pair of ordinary Muggles.

But on the co pilot sat a nun wearing a black and white headdress, with a ferocious scar on her face.

It was Hoffa and Chloe who left Paris. Not long ago, they rented an old car that they didn't know how many times to change hands. They went all the way to Normandy by the sea. They planned to set out from there, cross the English Channel and go to England.

Inside, the car radio was playing an unknown wizard talk show. The nuns curled up in their chairs, listening to the German wizard radio station.

"... welcome to the monster night story. I'm Oren Bryan. Today, we are going to talk about Leviathan, an ancient monster.

According to legend, it and its ethnic groups have been living in the dark sea. However, Leviathan is an alien in the ethnic group. As a demon, he yearns for the light on the surface of land and sea.

So one day, he made a wish with the witches in the group to go to the surface of the ocean to see the true face of the sun.

The wizard agreed to let him have the ability to float on the sea, but also warned him that he must return to the bottom of the sea when the sun sets, or he will be abandoned by his own group forever.

Leviathan agreed to the wizard.

At dawn, it came to the surface from the deep sea.

In that second, it was shocked by the beauty of dawn and sunlight.

It gazed at the sun until it set, and it did not return to the bottom of the sea.

In this way, Leviathan indulged in the beauty of the sun day after day, until one day it woke up and wanted to return to the bottom of the sea.

However, he found that his companions at the bottom of the sea had already died, and everything he knew had turned into nothing in the long river of time.

It's forgotten by death, floating in the sea lonely forever, repeating the monotonous and boring life day after day, waiting for...

Patta.

The radio in the car was turned off by the somewhat troubled Hoffa.

I saw him holding the steering wheel tired, his elbow against the glass, his fist holding his cheek, like an old driver.

"What are you doing? I'm listening to stories around here." Chloe complained discontentedly.

"You've been listening all day. Can you really remember so many things?"

"You're not me. How do you know? I can't remember."

"Because you're just bored listening to them." Hoffa hit the nail on the head.

"I... cut, it's boring."

The nun turned her head and began to play with her fingers in boredom. "It's a beautiful day today."

"Well."

"I like this sunny day very much, too."

She seems to be talking to herself.

Hoffa didn't answer. After a while, she suddenly asked, "by the way, what's your friend's name, the one who is going to borrow the boat?"

"Frank, Frank Dean."

"What does he do?"

"Smuggling goods."

Hoffa yawned: "why do you care so much? Just take a boat back to England."

"How old is he, as old as you?"

"Well, it's my big two."

"I guess so. It's rare to come out and run at your age." Chloe spread his hand and sighed.

At this time, the car bumped up and down, as if it had run over some protuberance on the road, the tire made an unknown wheezing sound, and the steering wheel shook abnormally for a moment.

Creak.

Hoffa pulled up on the side of the road.

At this moment, they came to a forest, the ground is yellow brown soil road, on both sides are towering rocks and hillsides, the sky floating with some fine dandelion seeds.Chloe looked at the trees and asked, "are we in Normandy?"

"No, there's still a way to go, but there seems to be something wrong with the tire."

Then he pushed the door open and got out of the car to check.

It was only then that I found that the dirt road was covered with a lot of broken iron sheets, some of which stabbed the left front tire of his old-fashioned Citroen into a sieve.

Hoffa picked up one. He looked at the broken nails in his hand, and his heart was shrouded in a haze. It was a man-made trap.

Could it be the German witches?

He didn't know.

However, he felt that the people of the imperial wizard association should disdain such vulgar means.

At this time, Chloe also pushed open the door and came down. She looked at the broken nails on the road and squatted down to check the tires.

"Who is so wicked?"

"Will you wait for me here?"

Hoffa said to Chloe.

He drags the vines to the top of the hillside. When he climbs to the top of the hillside, he can see the boundless sea in the distance. There is a gathering place of low houses by the sea. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it.

Back to the car, Chloe was squatting on the ground, trying to clean up the broken nails on the road. Hoffa pulled her up and took their luggage from under the roof of the car.

Then, lying in the car, he turned the car key, took a brick and pressed it on the accelerator. Citroen, with a flat tire, made a roar, pressed the broken nails and went away.

The dust from the car made Chloe cough. After coughing, she slowly straightened up,

"Hey, we're not driving anymore?"

"No, I'm afraid those German witches will follow the rut." He pointed to the woods next to him.

"We walk to the seaside. If there is no accident, my friend should be here."

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three hours later, the two walkers walked through the layers of coastal forest and came to the gathering place they had seen before.

It's called port Le Havre.

It is said that Monet, the famous impressionist painter, spent his childhood here, and many of his works are set in this place.

It was one of the largest ports in Europe in later generations.

But not now.

The port of Le Havre is just a seaside town devastated by war.

Because of its important geographical location, this little-known port was one of the most important turning points during World War II, the Normandy landing.

But that turning point will not come for another year. Even so, it has been devastated by the war.

Some broken old buildings, like abstract art, are randomly stacked together. There are also some corpses of soldiers or animals, and the air is filled with smoke and stench, which makes people think of Picasso's famous painting Guernica.

It's a front line place, far more tragic than Paris.

"Your... Friend, who lives here?"

Chloe asked in a soft, uncertain voice.

Hoffa did not answer.

Is frank going to be here? He's not sure.

When I first saw him, the guy was selling voodoo around Normandy.

Frank Dean is one of the few smugglers who can connect with the chaotic resistance outside Europe. At one time, he miraculously traced some sources and established stable relations in more than a dozen cities. Alchemy instruments and potions flow into the countries that are cut off from each other along an extremely subtle and precise route.

He sells everything from potions, guns, watches, retractable knives, lighters, tanks, ships, metal materials, and almost anything he can think of.

"Let's go and look for it first."

He reluctantly according to the memory, along the dilapidated buildings to Normandy City, Chloe has no idea, although she is full of doubt, but also behind Hoffa.

After walking along the coast for ten minutes, the road became extremely narrow. On both sides of the road, there were some low huts and some old and dirty tents. Some of the tents were located on the gravel. Between the stones, there were some rigid bodies of soldiers.

The corpses were hung on the stone pillars in a twisted and chilling manner, as if they were forbidden.

In the roaring sea breeze, Hoffa approached one of the stone pillars. He saw clearly the identity of the dead soldier. He was wearing a khaki coat and had the blue, white and red symbol of the Third French Republic on his shoulder. He was a French soldier.

"The body hasn't rotted yet. The time of death doesn't seem to be long."

Chloe whispered.

Hoffa closed his eyes and stroked the pillar with his hand. Soon after, a ring-shaped circling tentacle appeared on the pillar. It was the ring-shaped tentacle that nailed the soldiers firmly to the pillar."These soldiers were killed by magic."

Hoffa murmured, "transfiguration."

"Did the German wizard do it..."

Chloe looked a little more dignified.

Hoffa shook his head and said nothing. He was new here and didn't know anything about it.

After bypassing the ruins, they arrived at the port of Le Havre.

After walking along the harbor for about ten minutes, they saw a 20 meter long boat at the dock. It was covered with iron patches and faded white paint. It looked like the photo ship adventure, which was ready to sail from Manhattan harbor to Skeleton Island.

Here, they finally saw the figure of the living people. They were a group of men with coal and wood on their backs. They were topless, despairing, with iron chains on their feet, and their skin was black with soot.

Next to them, several armed thugs with guns in worn-out jackets stood on wooden boxes and watched them from below.

Just at this time, there was a skinny man carrying coal, who was probably overburdened and fell heavily on the ground. Black coal was scattered all over the ground.

"Damn it, you lazy maggot!"

With the curse, an armed thug jumped down from the wooden box, pulled out a whip, waved it high, and fell on the man with a clear sound.

"Get up and go to work!"

The man didn't scream. He just curled up and held him in a ball, shaking slightly.

Chloe covered her mouth. She couldn't calm down any more. "Who are these people?"

"Who do you mean?"

"Who do you mean?"

"Those who beat people should be some looting gangs nearby who collect property on the wasteland after the war. As for those who were beaten... They should be their slaves."

"Slaves?"

Chloe's voice rose three degrees. "Are you sure?"

"No?"

Several armed thugs heard their voices. The man with a gun, who was whipping the slaves, put up his whip and came quickly.

"Hey, you two, what are you doing?"

The overseer looked like some kind of primate in Africa, with bulging muscles on his shoulders and arms. Ruddy cheeks, big mouth, crooked eyebrows, rough voice.

Chloe asked, "Hey, are you Frank?"

"No, don't lick me." Hoffa warned and pushed Chloe behind. He looked at the baboon like thug in front of him: "I'm looking for frank, your boss."

Unexpectedly, the man immediately drew out his gun, pointed to Hoffa's head and asked, "where are you from?"

Hoffa was puzzled by his opponent's eccentric behavior, but out of caution, he raised his arm: "Paris."

Armed thugs: "what are you doing here?"

Hoffa was annoyed. "Why don't you inform Frank Dean?" He whispered, "I don't want trouble. Do you understand? "

"Sorry, I can't do it." The man was unmoved: "I advise you to go back and forth from where."

Hoffa's face cooled. Without a word, he stepped forward and took hold of the gun. The brown butt of the gun is printed with the eagle's logo, and the material is thick mahogany, but it is pinched and bent by him.

Boom!!

Guns blow up.

Hoffa loosened his hand, metal fragments spilled down and landed on the ground. "It's not kind to point a weapon at its maker."

The man with the gun stumbled back. His face and arms were affected by the fragments of the gun. Blood was dripping. He raised his hand and whistled.

Shh!!

It's like poking a hornet's nest.

Innumerable Black Muzzles came out from all directions.

Behind each muzzle stood an armed thug with a gun.

Surrounded by groups, Hoffa stood in the open space and yelled, "frank, come out and see me! “