Chapter 216

In the open space in the middle of the dock, dozens of private armed thugs with guns were aiming at the gray haired young man's head in the middle. In the air, the sound of gun safety bolts was heard one after another, and the swords were drawn.

Hoffa kept Chloe behind him with a bad look.

"Wait... Wait... Don't, don't get excited..."

the nervous voice came from far to near.

Hearing the voice, Hoffa turned to see a young woman in her twenties.

She was wearing a Black Embroidered coat, a black hat, a black hair combed to the back, with a white ribbon tied into a ponytail, skin with a morbid pale and tired, but still smooth and full, looks like a beautiful but decadent porcelain doll.

"Is Frank a woman?" Chloe asked in shock.

"No, can you shut up first?"

He looked at the 20-year-old woman in front of him and bowed slightly: "long time no see, Mrs Dean."

"Cough... Matthew, this is Mr. Bach, Mr. Frank's friend." The brunette said to the overseer, "let them, put... The weapons away, Matthew."

Friends...

the supervisor named Matthew touched the blood on his face, and then he let go of it. The armed thugs put away their weapons one after another.

"Thank you..."

the uneasy brunette breathed a sigh of relief:

"long time no see, Mr. Bach. This is..."

She pointed to the nun.

"Chloe, my friend."

"We're looking for frank," Hoffa said

"For Frank."

Some of the woman's expression became a little trance. Hoffa reached out and shook her hand in front of her. Then she suddenly woke up with a hollow smile on her pale face. She was as tired as if she hadn't slept for three or four days.

"Well, then... Come with me."

When the woman turned around, Hoffa whispered to Chloe:

"Frank has a wife, Mary, who helps him with all kinds of chores."

"She made those slaves?"

Chloe is still struggling.

"No

Hoffa warned softly: "listen, Frank is not a Muggle. He is a wizard in the gray zone, cruel and cruel. To drive these refugees, he has no psychological burden at all, just like other pure blood wizards who use house elves. "

He patiently explained to her, but it was obvious that these words had no effect on a nun like Chloe who had been growing up in the monastery.

"It's the 20th century. How can anyone enslave others openly?"

She said in a trembling voice.

Hoffa only thinks that her idea is simple and ridiculous. He gets along with nuns fairly well these days, but this guy always has a bad habit. She always seems more true on many obscure details.

Just a few days ago, when she was on the road, she insisted on sending some stray dogs to a safe place because she met them on the road, which delayed her whole day. Then she had a whim to dig a hole for all the bodies she could see on the road.

Hoffa almost went mad. This is 1942. There are many corpses on the roadside, just like the plastic bags of the 21st century. They will be buried one by one until the British war is over.

"What's the relationship between slaves and age? If there is a need, there will be. Existence is rationality."

She did not speak, after a while, she coldly sneer: "your friends are such people?"? I think people at Hogwarts should be friends with more promising people. "

"It's not a monastery here. Don't be so temperamental. Frank is not a kind priest. Annoyed him, unable to borrow the boat, we....

"OK, OK, I see. Don't talk about it."

The nun didn't turn her head with an irritable look.

Hoffa sighed, thinking that he must not let this guy see Frank's kind of smugglers, otherwise he would have to fight as soon as he met.

...

...

Frank's house is located behind a warehouse beside the port. It is a domed stone brick house, with gray cloth on the outer wall taut on thin steel cables. There is a door at each end of the porch. The ceiling is made of plywood. There are fluorescent lamp rings in between. Most of them are broken. The damp air smelled of burning and concrete.

The woman in black politely opened the door for them.

But Hoffa said to Chloe, "don't go in. Wait for me here."

Chloe snorted angrily and stood in the same place, holding up her arms.

Hoffa and Mary went into Frank's house alone.

Hundreds of candles were burning in the dark room, and white wax oil was stacked everywhere like laminated rock. In front of him was a huge stone platform, on which was a black marble coffin.Hoffa did not expect to see such a picture at first sight after he entered the door. He can't help but turn his head and look at the woman in black beside him.

"I didn't see Frank."

"No," said Mary, "there."

Following her eyes, Hoffa looked at the sarcophagus, looked at it for a long time, and then mechanically turned his head: "what do you mean, Frank?"

"It's in there."

After a pause, she squeezed a sad expression on her pale and tired face: "it's really unfortunate that you came. He just died yesterday."

There was absolute silence in the house.

Hoffa: sorry... What did you say

"See for yourself."

Don't turn your head, Mary.

He stepped forward quickly and stopped by the marble coffin.

The coffin was pasted with the words "Frank Dean". In the dark green square glass cover, an old copper lamp was shining, covering Frank's wrinkled face.

Frank Dean, 45, lay in a circle of not so fresh plants, haggard as an 80 year old man, covered with fish scale tattoos.

Frank hung up?

Before he came here, he thought about a hundred possibilities. He thought about what to do if Frank didn't want to borrow a boat for himself. He thought about what to do if he was too snobbish and the lion opened his mouth. He even thought about what would happen if this guy took refuge in Germany.

But he didn't expect that he wrote to him last month, and he died this month.

This makes Hoffa want to laugh for some reason.

From the first time he met this guy, he spent his time in endless smuggling and various trades. He is cunning and cautious by nature. He is a famous good hand in the grey wizard.

If you don't die early... If you don't die late...

what should you do now? Without a boat, the plan to go to England is just out of the question.

His eyes turned to Mary, Frank's wife with a sad face. Now that he is dead, the matter of borrowing the boat should be mentioned to his wife. But it's hard for Huo FA to talk about it. It's too true that when someone else's husband died, he came to ask for a boat.

"How did you die?"

He asked in a heavy voice.

"I don't know what terrible guy I met when I went out to sea. When I came back, when I was transported back by my subordinates, it was already like this."

Said, the woman unbearably sad with the handkerchief covered the mouth.

Refers to the middle part of a man's body.

Hoffa's eyes stopped in the middle. He vaguely saw that Frank's body was actually two pieces under the cover of his clothes, and he was cut into two parts cleanly.

It stopped his heart.

Such a sharp sword wound, can achieve this degree... Is that guy around here?

"I'm sorry, ma'am." He patted the widow on the shoulder and whispered politely.

"Never mind, Mr. Bach. What can I do for you?" Asked the woman, wiping her tears.

"Oh, well, I came here to...

I haven't waited for him to explain his intention clearly.

Bang!!

A loud gunshot outside interrupted his plan to borrow the boat.

Followed by screams and angry: "put down the gun, you incompetent barbarian!"

When they heard the voice, their faces changed. Hoffa immediately left the young widow and left the darkroom in a hurry.

Chaos is happening outside the house at the moment. Several packages of unopened biscuits and bread are scattered on the concrete floor of the wharf. A group of thin children lie on the ground like monkeys and rush to put food in their mouths like competing dogs. Some of them are stuffed too fast, leading to the soil eating into their mouths.

On the other side, several armed men held their guns high, trying to pull away the children who were fighting for food. Among them, the armed mob who looks like a baboon did not hesitate to pick up the collar of a refugee child, drag him up and hit him heavily on the ground.

Chloe tried to push the armed mobs away with his hands, but the effect was counterproductive. The baboon like man didn't mean to stop at all. He pushed the nun to the ground with his backhand.

Bang!

Then he fired another shot into the sky, trying to scare the nun away. But the nun did not hesitate to turn over and get up, again angry to stand in front of him, "what are you doing?"

The baboon like man spit on the ground: "it's me who should ask! What are you doing on my turf? "

"I'll give them some food! What do you care? "

"Here, I say no food, no one is allowed to eat!"

"Who do you think you are, Caesar?""You...!"

"Enough!"

Hoffa looked at the children fighting for food on the ground like wild dogs, and thought with his buttocks that he knew what had happened.

The mother of the flood nun did not listen to their own words at all, as soon as they left, she poked out a big basket.

He rushed forward, pushing away the supervisor with one hand and protecting Chloe behind him with the other.

"Take care of your girl!"

The armed mob bumped Hoffa on the forehead in a rage.

Hoffa was angry. At this moment, he didn't like Chloe and the baboon in front of him. But he still wanted to borrow the boat. For the time being, he couldn't tear his face with the smugglers. He could only stare back.

At this time, the young widow also came out. When she saw that the scene was so chaotic, she covered her mouth with a cry and immediately retracted into the room.

The nun saw her and turned to meet her.

"Why don't you care about your men?" She asked in the same way. The armed mob on one side was angry.

"Er... Well, i... i... that's not..."

a 20-year-old woman was asked by a girl who was three or four years younger than herself, and she couldn't say a word.

"Are you indifferent to the starvation of those children?" The nun came up with the moral condemnation she was best at.

"I... i... didn't...

the young widow was pale and ashamed, and looked very regretful for her negligence. She shed tears and looked at her men like asking for help.

Baboon male Matthew straightened his chest, swaggered in front of the widow Mary, angrily scolded Chloe: "Psycho, we don't care whether they live or die, have a fart relationship with you?"

He sneered at the nuns and said, "it's not that we have brought them down here. We have not forced them to live here."

The widow was relieved by what she said, and she looked relieved. After a little calmness, she gave a wry smile:

"Matthew, that's not right."

"Mary."

"You... You can do it. Give it to me here. "

Matthew snorted coldly, gave a warning to Chloe and Hoffa, and then led his men away in twos and threes.

After leaving, Mary pulled Chloe's wrist very embarrassed and said uneasily, "it's... It's my negligence. I'll pay attention, sir."

"Why don't you help them? You don't look like you are short of food."

"Yes, I was negligent."

"What about Frank, who is he?"

"He... He's my husband..."

the widow stammered.

(she talks to Chloe, but Yu Guang looks at Hoffa.)

The nun wanted to say something more. Hoffa dragged her to the corner without saying a word. Forced her away from Frank's morgue.

The group of armed thugs who left earlier were gathering around the corner to smoke. When Hoffa and Chloe passed by, the thug, who was as long as a baboon, bumped Chloe with his shoulder and deliberately yelled, "Jesus is here. How did this kind of person live so big?"

The armed mob roared with laughter as Chloe turned back angrily.

...

...

in the corner of the dock, Chloe shakes Hoffa's arm and his chest swings.

"What's the matter with you?" Hoffa is like a father educating his daughter: "didn't I tell you not to worry?"

Chloe didn't speak and glared at him as if he and Frank were birds of a feather.

"What's your look?"

She turned her head and didn't even answer.

"If you do, we'll go our separate ways here." Hoffa's threat of duplicity.

"I didn't ask you to send it!"

"Oh..." The sword eyebrow of Huo FA is inverted to erect, "you are really capable."

"Can't you stand on my side and say a word for me?"

"I'll speak for you. Who's in charge if you can't borrow the boat?"

"I thought you'd have a stronger relationship with Frank."

Hoffa thought that Frank was dead, and there was no point in his relationship.

At this time, behind the sound of subtle footsteps.

He turned quickly.

Not the mob, but a few skinny children, they sneak in the shadow of the building, their eyes flashed with the light of hunger.

"Orphans of the war..."

Hoffa sighed. No one cared about the lives of these children who were displaced by the war. Frank left them, I'm afraid it's just to increase his chips in enslaving those adults.He put his hand into his pocket. This action caused the peeping children to be agitated, some of them retreated in fear, some of them hugged their heads.

But what Hoffa took out was not a weapon, but a chocolate bar. He reached for them to come and get it.

Seeing the food, the children rushed up one after another, grabbed the chocolate cover and stuffed it into their mouth before they could remove it. After wolfing down, they looked at the gray haired boy and wanted more.

Hoffa touched the yellow head of one of them and said softly, "no, come back tomorrow."

Get a positive answer, a few children whispered thank you, step three back to leave the two people.

When he looked back, Chloe looked at him more kindly than before.

Hoffa: "why do you say you offend them?"

"I don't want to be in these people's boats at all." Chloe: these guys are not good people at all. They don't even let go of children

Hoffa shook his head: "when the war is over, you have plenty of opportunities to save them, but now, none of us care."

"But..."

"nothing, but we're not here for charity. German witches are still looking for us everywhere. We have to leave this land as soon as possible. Do you understand? "

Chloe pouts and doesn't seem to understand.