Chapter 219

Hoffa didn't care about the rifle in the captain's hand, which was no threat to him. He turned his head coldly to know who hit himself with a nut. But I saw Chloe standing on the moonlit deck, in pajamas, hands on knees, panting.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"What are you wandering about in the middle of the night?" Hoffa asked.

"I'm the one to ask!"

She walked up to Hoffa quickly, pointed to Matthew and said, "don't tell me you want to kill him."

"Bastard... Despicable guy..."

finally, Matthew felt his ear, and the blood made him angry. He drew a dagger from his waist and poked it at Hoffa's heart.

The move was instantly seen through. Hoffa gave way, grabbed his wrist, lifted it up and pulled it. He lost his balance and was dragged to the ground, then swung it high.

The captain on the other side pulled the trigger, but he was hit by Matthew, who swung it up, and hit the wall with a gun.

Without waiting for Matthew to resist a little, he grabbed Matthew's hair and stepped on his calf, which cut off the possibility of his movement.

"Stop it Chloe stamped: "stop it!"

Hoffa's expression gradually faded. He looked at Chloe, and his anger gradually rose.

Chloe: no killing. That's the bottom line. Do you hear me

"Which eye of yours saw that I was going to kill?" Hoffa said softly, "don't tell me what to do."

"I see. Your hand has become a blade."

"It looks like you've been following me for a long time."

"I guess you won't give up! You promised me, Hoffa. Come back with me. "

"These people are already trying to deal with us, don't you know? They're going to poison you tomorrow! "

"Then you can't...

" you can't kill him directly! "

"Of course not."

Chloe stamped his foot in a hurry. "What's the difference between you and him when you kill him?"

Taiping, which has been deliberately whitewashed for a long time, has been poked a hole. The differences between different professional values have been completely exposed. There is no more harmony, and the atmosphere has become extremely tense.

Hoffa sneered and said, "don't tell me anything profound."

"You... Listen, Hoffa, if you take out all the people and take the boat to England at such a price, I'd rather jump into the sea than go with you."

"Oh?"

At the same time, the sound of fierce conflict awakened the small ship, and soon the door of the captain's room was full of people.

Mary and the refugee children were among them.

Seeing Hoffa holding Matthew's hair in one hand and the captain slumping in the corner, the widow Mary exclaimed and covered her mouth.

"What are you... What are you doing..."

Seeing Mary, Matthew yelled as if he had caught hold of the straw: "this guy is not in the same way as us. He ran on the boat and wanted to change our course to take us to dangerous England. He didn't have a good heart at all!"

The young widow took a breath, looked at Hoffa and stepped back in horror.

"You... You lied to me!? "

the plan came to light.

Hoffa let go of his hand without expression. Matthew fell to the ground with a plop. He crawled to Mary shivering.

"Mary... Mrs Dean, madam, come on, get this guy out of here."

Mary looked at Hoffa and stammered, "so... So, there's no... Any German wizard looking for Frank?"

Hoffa tilted his head and did not answer.

Chloe's eyes turned twice between Mary and Hoffa to see what he knew. She reached out to help Mary, but she pushed her hand away.

She retreated at a loss, "you... You are a group, you cheat me..."

"Hoffa, explain it to her clearly."

Chloe said anxiously.

At this moment, everyone looked at the gray haired boy in the middle of the captain's room with demonic eyes. He seems to be expecting an explanation.

"Hum hum..."

the teenagers in the crowd lowered their heads and sneered.

The laughter is like the cold wind under Jiuyou, blowing all over everyone's spine, making people cold all over.

He took a deep breath, raised his head, stepped forward, and put his foot on Matthew's head.

He bent down, took Matthew's hair again, and pulled him up. At this moment, the whole tin cargo ship creaked in the huge mental field. Matthew looked frightened, and his trousers were wet for a moment.

"So what, so what? You don't really think I care what you think? No, it's too wrong. Actually... I don't care what you think, much less what the process is? "Chloe staggered back and leaned against the railing.

In front of this gray haired teenager, she felt very strange.

I saw his cold eyes swept all the people: "with some means, I give you a little respect, but now. I don't care what method you use. In three days, I will see the coastline of the three British Islands. Otherwise, there won't be a living person on this ship. "

When he finished, he hit Matthew's face with a heavy blow, which directly broke his nose. The blood gushed, and Matthew collapsed on the ground, covered his nose and screamed.

Chloe screamed, "stop, Bach!"

"As you wish, sister."

Hoffa threw Matthew away like a sack, smashed Chloe's shoulder, and left the captain's room in total disregard of anyone.

...

...

dawn is coming again.

The ship turned 90 degrees and headed for the British coast. Only this time, there was no more laughter on board. Instead, the atmosphere of solemnity and extermination. The violent and bloody incident in the captain's room before was like an invisible haze, which shrouded everyone's heart.

That's the wizard's tusk.

At breakfast time, Chloe came to the widow Mary's door with a plate of bread and a glass of water.

Standing at the door, she took a deep breath and knocked.

Inside the door came a husky and uneasy voice: "who?"

"It's me. Are you ok?"

Chloe asked through the door.

"Go away!"

Said the widow in the door.

Chloe sighed. "I'll put the food at the door."

"Wait a minute."

"I'm here."

"You... You come in." The widow changed her mind again.

So Chloe pushed the door open and saw Mary huddled in the corner of the room, holding her knees, not daring to move.

Chloe came up to her, patted her on the shoulder and said softly, "have something to eat."

"Will he kill me?" "If we can't get the ship to England in two days," the widow asked

"I won't let him do it. I promise you Chloe whispered.

"What's the use," sobbed marihysteria, "he won't listen to you. You can't control him!"

Chloe looks at the frightened widow. There's no good way but to pat her on the back.

After sobbing for a while, the widow touched her tears, took a deep breath, patted her chest and said, "calm down... Calm down..."

she said to herself, calmed down, thought for a moment, and then asked, "what does he like?"

Chloe was stunned.

"What did you say?"

"I ask you, what does he like?"

"I don't know what he likes?"

"Isn't he your friend?"

"We've only known each other for less than a week."

Mary nearly fainted. She gritted her teeth, got up against the wall, sat down in front of the dresser, and shivered through the make-up box.

"What are you doing?"

Asked Chloe.

Mary gritted her teeth: "what else can I do?" As she spoke, she began to make up her face. "I'll go to him in the evening. Maybe it will help."

Chloe thought for a long time before she realized what the widow was going to do. Mary painted her face delicate white and painted it with cherry lipstick. After the painting, she even took off her elegant black robe and put on a set of fairly exposed red shirt and extremely short hot pants. At first glance, she was almost as erotic as not wearing pants.

Chloe didn't know how to stop it. He just sighed in a low voice: "this is the only thing that doesn't work, believe me."

"Is he gay?" Mary was frightened.

"No... listen, I don't know, I don't know him, but you don't have to be so mean to yourself."

"Not that kind of person." The widow was relieved and said to herself, "all men are the same. Frank beat Matthew before he died, but he never beat me."

She lifted her hair, took a deep breath, stood up, took a small folding fan and covered her face. At this moment, she is more confident than ever.

Finally, I checked in the mirror: "I went."

With that, the widow came to the door and left the room.

In the empty room, Chloe was the only one sitting on the bed. She didn't expect that it would happen to this stage. She didn't stop Mary's choice, and she didn't know how to stop it. She was willing to choose what way to get a sense of security. That was her freedom.

However, less than three minutes later.

The door of the room opened again.

Mary, with her delicate make-up, stood at the door like a defeated dog. She slammed the door heavily, threw the small fan on the dresser in despair, covered her face and said, "I'm finished... Why am I so unlucky?""What happened?"

Chloe asked quickly.

"I went to knock on his door, but he didn't pay attention. The door didn't open."

"OK..."

Chloe doesn't know what to say. She's in a very complicated mood.

After being ignored, the widow began to cry helplessly in fear. This time, she was really desperate. Tears soon washed her carefully prepared makeup into a mess.

As she cried, she walked around the room: "it's dead... It's dead... There's war everywhere, there's dead everywhere. Even if my husband dies, I have to meet a bad wizard. How can I be so unlucky? Why am I so unlucky? "

"Actually... Actually you can go to England with me."

The nun suggested, "my grandfather has a manor in England. If you go with me to England, I will turn that manor into a monastery. We can live in it together. "

"No... no, you must be with Bach." The little widow hysterically began to smash things in the room, she pointed to the nun's nose, indiscriminately: "you come to deceive me, want to deceive me to England... And then, sell me, and then my back half miserable spent in brothels, become the plaything of countless ugly men! I... even if I die, I don't want to accept the ending like that! "

"Well, what's on your mind?" Chloe sighed, rubbed his forehead and said, "listen, if I was that kind of person, or that guy was that kind of person, you wouldn't be back so soon."

Her words silenced Mary.

Finally, she snorted bitterly: "it must be because he is abnormal. If I go to Matthew like this, he will be crazy. After Frank died, those idiots were thinking all the time about getting me to bed. Hum... They didn't pee to see what they were

"If you say so, just try. Maybe there will be a change, such a life without fear all the time, but also to give up dignity... "

" Britain is too dangerous, "the widow interrupted Chloe without hesitation:" everyone knows. There are the most fierce wars and the most dead. "

"It doesn't matter. I have a great great grandfather who is very good to me. He has lived for hundreds of years and has seen all kinds of terrible scenes. If we just talk about saving our lives, he said, "second, no one can be the first."

The emotional Mary gradually stopped tears: "is it true or not? Your grandfather was a wizard, too? "

"In fact, I am also a wizard." Said the nun softly.

"Prove it to me." The widow asked immediately.

Chloe wry smile: "my ability can not be proved, but I swear to my faith, I will never cheat you."

Looking into Chloe's lavender eyes, the widow finally calmed down. She said slowly, "you're not like him. You're not like everyone I've met."

Her face turned from cloudy to sunny, and the widow thought for a moment.

She wondered, "is your grandfather very powerful? Are other people in your family witches?"

Chloe sighed and said reluctantly, "he's the director of the Ministry of magic's Department of mysteries, probably the Muggle's minister of defense. If that makes you happy... "

" great! " The widow clapped her hands and laughed. If the tears on her face were not still there, who would have thought that she was still crying: "I'll go to England with you."

"Yes, that's great."

Chloe smiles a little reluctantly. She always feels strange. Things are different from what I imagined.

Just a few seconds later, the widow said anxiously:

"but... But I don't know anything. Will it cause you any trouble? I... I can't speak English."

"Never mind," Chloe gently comforted her, "I can teach you."

"Really?"

"Really, I promise."