Chapter 257

The three quickly come out of the cafe. When Su Ming wants to pay with us dollars, the bald boss just slips the money back into his hand.

He looked at the German people sitting in the cafe. The mood in his eyes flashed. He lowered his voice to Su Ming's ear and whispered.

"For France."

Su Ming nodded slightly. He couldn't explain anything. Even if it just gave the owner some illusions, it was hope.

He withdrew from the street with his doctors and mages, and soon got into the crowd of German soldiers and headed for the direction of Ares square where the Eiffel Tower is located.

It's crowded, and it's easier to get away from tracking.

Not long after they left the cafe, the Warlock's pursuit team was sure to lock in the location of the cafe. They first searched upstairs and found traces left by the three.

Although the cafe owner tried his best to clean it up, the magic marks could not be wiped off with a rag.

The pursuers tortured the shopkeeper, but he insisted that he didn't know and would rather die.

The Warlock's leader gradually lost patience. His men grabbed the cafe owner from left to right and put the man with a black face in the middle of the bar.

"For the last time, where was the man upstairs? What does it look like? " The sorcerer inquired in French with a strong nasal sound, and his hands lit up a black flame.

This ghostly flame enveloped the entire cafe in a dangerous atmosphere, which contained the power of destruction.

The bald boss had fear in his eyes, but was soon replaced by firmness. He looked at the black fire and tried to open his swollen eyes: "I forgot."

Warlock leader all angry smile, do not know so-called mortal, then take out your soul, torture again.

He raised the black fire and pressed it on the coffee shop owner's chest in the fear eyes of the people around him.

There are many German officers in the shop, but they can't interfere with the owners of this kind of terrorist force. The warlock army is directly under the head of state, and their authority is even above the SS.

But not everyone. A young officer sitting in the corner spoke.

"Stop it."

He stood up and straightened out his black leather coat. His golden hair came out from under the brim of his hat. He had a smile on his face.

In an instant, he became the focus of attention, and before that, no one even noticed that there was such a guy in the corner of the cafe.

Obviously, he is extremely handsome, but people always subconsciously ignore his existence. If he didn't stand up and speak at this time, this situation would continue.

The warlock leader did not intend to listen to the orders of others, but a blue beam of energy passed through the black fire in his hand and destroyed the wall on the other side.

The red bricks turned into crumbs, and the beautiful glass windows turned into crystal like semi liquid particles, which flew out of the cafe like someone had thrown a handful of sand into the street.

The black fire shook and went out.

The warlock angrily looked over there. The young officer was accompanied by a small group of soldiers. Although they were civilian clothes, their weapons were bright blue.

"Hydra..."

the young man raised his blue gloved hand, gently flicked his own collar, and then straightened the badge at the collar: "correct, it's still a major general of the imperial army. A few days ago, the head of state awarded the knight's Iron Cross Medal."

The warlock leader wiped his hand on his robe. The blue energy just now made the skin of his palm crack open, and black blood gushed from it.

"We are the head of state's mysteries adviser, do not need your nine headed snake guidance."

"Ha ha, I don't mean anything else." The young man used his fingers to imitate the villain walking on the table top. His fingers jumped from one table to another. He himself also walked to the warlock, smiling more brightly: "I just tell you, as long as I'm here, you can't kill anyone but yourself."

"Hum..."

the soldiers behind the young man raised their energy weapons, and the sound of battery charging suddenly echoed in the quiet cafe. The blue light exceeded the black light just now, and everyone in the room was covered with tile blue.

Naturally, the Warlocks are not vegetarian. In a moment, all kinds of hellish magic shields are set on their own side, and attack magic starts to sing. Those who can't attack magic raise their submachine guns.

The warlock leader's face changed suddenly. He didn't want to provoke nine headed snakes. These crazy people's intrigues came out one after another, cutting off one head and growing two heads. Even if he could kill the person in front of him, he would have no peace in the future.

Although the mystic army is claimed to be directly under the head of state, he is only one of the warlocks. If he is killed, the head of state will not seek justice for him.

"I hope you know what you're doing, and I'll report to my superiors today."

The warlock leader waved his hand and motioned his men to withdraw the magic. This time, he tolerated first, and the confrontation was very irrational. When he went back to set up a ceremony to curse and kill this guy, he was silent.The blond young man didn't care. His smile didn't change. He gestured to the gate and spat out a string of words.

"Please, I just stopped a madman trying to kill ordinary people, because my sense of nobility and honor made me not turn a blind eye to it. In case you don't know how to report up, my name is Lucifer von Heine, and you can call me "blue glove."

The warlock knew the name, but in the past his code name was not blue glove, but blood hand. He liked to peel off the enemy's skin to make gloves, but then suddenly changed his temper and began to fall in love with Atlantis skin. He was a perversion with distorted aesthetic concepts.

But it's better to curse a person and know the name.

The warlock leader snorted and took the man out of the cafe.

When these people left far enough, applause broke out in the cafe. Most of the officers here were the national defense forces. They didn't like the massacre or torture civilians.

France has surrendered. These former Frenchmen are now second-class citizens of the Third Reich, and the warlocks of gods and ghosts rush in to kill people. Is there any evidence? The secret police are not as reckless as they are.

Heine's behavior is right in their eyes, and the impression of hydra is better. At least the hydra is not all crazy. Some of them keep noble demeanor, don't they?

The blue glove nodded to the crowd with a reserved smile. He did not say much to others, but winked at his own Guard commander.

These elite Hydra warriors know what to do, nip the danger in the bud, and want to rely on magic to resist the energy of the universe cube, which is wishful thinking.

Do the Warlocks really think the major general will let them back to camp? If they really think so, they must be learning magic bad brain.

No one noticed that the heavily armed hydras quietly left the back door and went after the former hunters.

Other people's eyes are on the blue glove, he bent down to help the owner from the ground, but also kindly help him to avoid the footprints on his body.

"It's not serious. It's all skin injuries... Well, I'll pay for the damage to your shop. It's a beautiful cafe." Blue gloves communicate with shopkeepers in French.

The shopkeeper didn't know what to say. The man in front of him was full of evil sects. His blue gloves were warm. If he touched human skin, he would feel creepy, and his blood would be even more charming.

Blue glove lowered his voice again, leaned close to the shopkeeper's ear and said softly, "of course, I know you are not innocent. You want to support the rebels against us. I see everything..."

the owner is surprised and intends to say no. however, the blue glove just smiles and shakes his head and covers his mouth with his bloody hand: "Shhh... It doesn't matter, all the rebels." Will be crushed by the Empire. I will let you live and see with my own eyes that your unrealistic hopes are broken, broken again and again, until your heart becomes an empty shell, kneel down and pray for the power of the Hydra to become your faith... I like to see transformation. "

Heine stood up, the upper limbs burst out of great strength, the owner like a child lifted on the bar, also picked up a snack stuffed in the owner's mouth.

The shopkeeper's mouth was red with blood, and he was just holding the biscuit in his mouth. He could not understand the logic of the golden haired young man in front of him, but he did feel an indescribable chill in his heart.

After these actions, Heine threw out a pile of gold marks on the counter, bowed down to the onlookers around, and walked out of the shop like an actor leaving the room and joined the crowd outside.

His eyes sparkled with joy, and he secretly licked the blood on his fingers, as if he had tasted honey while waiting for the bee to break the pupa.

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