Chapter 215
At sea.
A pure white corset slowly descended from the sky.
Three speedboats break through waves, heading for an old lifeboat in the distance.
The rescue boat stopped at sea, and the hull quivered regularly with the waves. Two women and one man in the cabin.
On the deck, there was constant moaning.
"Ahhh..."
"Tap..."
"I hurt!"
Young girl naked Lie on his back and lie on the deck.
A woman stroked the young girl’s face, and tremblingly said: "Patience, dear, patience is fine."
Behind her, the boy pressed her with one hand. With one hand tightly covering the opponent's mouth, he stabbed hard.
The young girl sends out a groan.
Sweat drips from the boy’s chin on the young girl’s back.
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Time, three days ago, Normandy.
An old-fashioned Citroen bumps on the iron-gray highway. It has a dirty yellow and a few large suitcases tied with ropes on the top.
In the car, the gray-haired teenager is wearing a checkered shirt, black ripped jeans, and a pair of blue canvas shoes, dressed as a normal muggle.
The co-pilot was sitting with a nun wearing a black and white headgear, with a scary scar on her face.
The two are Hoffa and Chloe who left Paris. Not long ago, they rented an old car that didn’t know how many times they changed hands. They went all the way to Normandy by the sea and planned to start from here. Cross the English Channel and head to Britain.
In the car, an unknown wizard talk show was playing on the car radio. The nun curled up in a chair and listened to the German wizard radio station.
"...Welcome to listen to the monster night story, I’m Oren Bu Laien. Today, the monster we are going to talk about is Leviathan, an ancient monster.
According to legend, it and its ethnic group have been living in the seabed of all black, no daylight. Kleviathan is an outlier in the ethnic group. As a monster, he yearns for the light on the land and the surface of the ocean.
So on a certain day, it and the wizard in the group made a wish, wanting to go to the surface of the ocean to block the true face of the sun.
The wizard agreed to it and let him have a floating sea surface. The ability, but also warned it, must return to the seabed when the sun sets on the surface, otherwise it will be abandoned by its own race forever.
Leviathan agreed to the wizard.
At dawn, it floated from the deep sea to the surface.
In that second, it was shocked by the majestic beauty of dawn and sunlight.
It stared blankly at the sun until The setting sun did not return to seabed.
In this way, Leviathan was obsessed with the beauty of the sun day after day, until one day he woke up and wanted to return to seabed.
It was discovered that its seabed companion had long since died, and everything he knew was in the long river of time and turned into nothing.
It was forgotten by Death, and floated alone in the sea forever, day after day Repeating the monotonous and boring life, waiting..."
Patter.
The radio in the car was turned off by Hoffa, who was a little stuck.
I saw him holding the steering wheel tiredly, leaning his elbows on the glass, his fists resting his cheeks, and he looked like an old driver.
"What are you doing, I'm listening to stories around here." Chloe complained dissatisfied.
"You have been listening for a whole day, can you really remember so many things?"
"You are not how I know I can't remember."
"Because you are just boring to listen to them." Hoffa hit the nail on the head flatly.
"I...cut, I'm so bored."
The nun turned her head and played with her fingers boringly, "The weather is really nice today."
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"en."
"speaking of which, I also like this kind of sunny day."
She seems to be talking to herself.
Hoffa didn't talk to each other. After a while, she suddenly asked: "By the way, what is your friend's name, the one who is going to borrow the boat?"
"Frank, Frank. Dean."
"What does he do?"
"Smuggling goods."
Hoffa yawned: "You care so much. Well, just take the boat back to Britain with peace of mind."
"How old is he, the same size as you?"
"hmph, I am two big."
"I guess so, it's really rare to run out of your age." Chloe spread his hand and sighed.
At this time, the vehicle bumped up and down, as if it had hit some protrusion on the road, the tires made an unknown chick, and the steering wheel shook abnormally for a while.
Crunch.
Hoffa parked the car on the side of the road.
At this moment, they came to a forest. The ground was a yellow-brown dirt road. On both sides were towering rocks and hillsides. In the sky, there were some finely chopped dandelion seeds.
Chloe looked at the woods and asked: "Are we in Normandy?"
"No, there is a section of the road, but the tires seem to be out of place. Question."
Speaking, he pushed the car door, got out of the car and checked.
It was only then that the dirt road was covered with close and numerous broken iron skins, some of which pierced the left front tire of his old-fashioned Citroen into a sieve.
Hoffa picked up one. He looked at the broken iron nail in his hand, and his heart was covered with haze, which was an artificial trap.
Will it be the group of German wizards?
He doesn't know.
However, he felt that the people of the Empire Wizard Association should disdain such inferior and vulgar methods.
At this time, Chloe also pushed the car door and walked down. She looked at the broken iron nails on the road, groaned, and knelt down to check the tires.
"Who is so wicked?"
"Will you wait for me here?"
Hoffa said to Chloe.
He grabbed the vines to climb up the hillside. When he climbed to the top of the hillside, he could see the endless sea in the distance, and there was a gathering place of low houses by the sea. You can't see it.
Back to the car, Chloe was squatting on the ground, trying to clean up the broken iron nails on the road. Hoffa pulled her up and removed the luggage of the two from under the roof.
After that, he lay down in the car, turned the car key, and took a brick and pressed it on the accelerator. The punctured Citroen made a rumbling sound, crushing the nails, and went all the way.
The dust from the car made Chloe cough. After coughing, she slowly straightened up.
"Eh, don't we drive anymore?"
"Stop driving, I'm afraid the German wizards will follow the rut to find them." He pointed to the woods next to him.
"Let’s walk to the beach. If nothing happens, my friend should be here."
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Three hours later, the two walking through the cascading coastal forests, they came to the gathering place they had seen before.
The so-called Port of Le Havre.
The legendary famous impressionist painter Monet spent his childhood here, and many of his works are set in this place.
Here is one of the largest ports in Europe in later generations.
But not now.
The current port of Le Havre is just a seaside town devastated by war.
Due to its overly important geographical location, this little-known port was once one of the most important turning points during World War II, the landing of Normandy.
But that turning point is still a year away. Even so, this place has been ravaged by war.
Some broken old buildings are randomly stacked together like abstract art. Some soldiers or animal corpses were also mixed in between, and the air was filled with gunpowder smoke and stench, which made people think of Picasso's famous painting "Guernica".
Here is completely a frontline position, and its tragic degree far exceeds Paris.
"Your...friend, lives here?"
Chloe asked softly with an uncertain tone.
Hoffa did not answer.
Will Frank be here? He is also not so sure.
Recall that when I first saw him, that guy was selling voodoo potion in Normandy.
Frank Dean is one of the few smugglers who can establish contact with the chaotic resistance organizations outside Europe. For a time, he magically traced certain sources, thus establishing stable relationships in more than a dozen cities. Alchemy equipment and potion flow into the countries that are cut off along an extremely concealed and sophisticated route.
He sells everything, from potions, firearms, watches, telescopic knives, lighters, to tanks and ships, metal materials, almost everything he can think of, he has supplies.
"Let’s go, look for it before talking."
He reluctantly followed his memory and walked into the city of Normandy along the broken buildings. Chloe had no idea. Although she was full of doubts, she also followed Hoffa.
After walking along the coast for ten minutes, the road became extremely narrow. On both sides of the road appeared some low sheds and some old and dirty tents. Some tents were located on the gravel, between the stones. , Some stiff corpses of soldiers were faintly visible.
The corpses were hung on the stone pillars, their postures were distorted, making people shudder, as if they were forbidden.
Hoffa approached one of the stone pillars while the sea breeze was roaring. He saw clearly the identity of the dead soldier. He was wearing a khaki coat with the blue, white and red logo of the Third French Republic on his shoulders. French soldiers.
"The corpse hasn't decayed yet, and it seems to have not been long before death."
Chloe whispered.
Hoffa closed his eyes and stroked the stone pillar with his hand. Not long after, a ring-shaped spiral tentacles sculpture appeared on the pillar. It was the ring-shaped tentacles that firmly nailed the soldiers. On the stone pillar.
"These soldiers were killed by magic."
Hoffa muttered: "Muttered magic."
"Did the German wizard do it... ."
Chloe's expression became a little more solemn.
Hoffa shook his head and said nothing. He just arrived and didn't know anything about it.
After bypassing the ruins, the two arrived at the port of Le Havre.
Walking along the harbor for about ten minutes, they saw a ship parked at the pier. The ship was 20 meters long. The ship was covered with iron patches and painted with faded white paint. , Looks like the adventure ship ready to sail from Manhattan Harbor to Skull Island.
Here, they finally saw the silhouette of a living person. It was a group of men carrying coals and wooden boards. They were naked to the upper body, with desperate expressions, iron chains on their feet, and soot on their skin. And dark.
Beside them, several armed thugs with guns in worn-out jackets stood on the wooden boxes, monitoring them at the bottom of the mountain.
At this moment, a scrawny coal-handling man was probably overwhelmed and fell heavily to the ground. The black coals were scattered all over the floor.
"Damn, you lazy maggot!"
Along with the scolding, an armed mob jumped from the wooden box, drew a whip, and waved it high. , Accompanied by a crisp sound fell on the man.
"Get up and go to work!"
The man didn't scream, just curled up and trembling slightly.
Chloe covered her mouth, she can no longer calm down, "These are who!?"
"Who do you mean?"
"Who do you mean I am referring to?"
"The beating people should be some privateer gangs nearby. They collect property in the wasteland after the war. As for those who were beaten...it should be Their slave."
"slave?"
Chloe's voice was raised three times, "Are you sure?"
"Don't it?"
Several armed mobs heard the voices of the two, and the gunman who was whipping the slave put away the whip and walked over quickly.
"Hey, you two, what are you doing?"
The overseer looks like some kind of primate in Africa, with violent muscles on his shoulders and arms. Ruddy cheeks, big mouth, slanted eyebrows, rough voice.
Chloe asked: "Hey, you are the guy named Frank?"
"No, don't lick me." Hoffa warned and pushed Chloe to Behind him, he looked at the baboon-like mob in front of him: "I'm looking for Frank, your boss."
Unexpectedly, the man immediately drew the gun, pointed at Hoffa's head, and questioned: "You are from Where did it come from?"
Hoffa was confused by the opponent's weird behavior, but out of caution, he raised his arm: "Paris."
Armed mob: "What are you here for?" "
Hoffa is slightly annoyed, "Why don't you report Frank. Dean?" He whispered, "I don't want to cause trouble. You understand?"
"sorry do No." The man remained unmoved: "I advise you to go back and forth from where to go."
Hoffa's face became cold, he took a step forward without saying anything, and directly held the muzzle. The brown butt was printed with the eagle's logo, and the material was thick redwood, but he squeezed it.
bang!!
The gun exploded.
Hoffa let go, metal fragments spilled down and fell on the ground, "Pointing at its maker with a weapon, it’s too unkind."
Holding a gun The man stumbled back, his face and arms were affected by fragments of the blasted gun, drenched with blood, he lifted his palm and whistled vigorously.
Shhh! !
It's like stabbing a hornet's nest.
The muzzle of countless black holes protruded from all directions.
Behind each muzzle stood an armed mob with a gun.
Surrounded by groups, Hoffa stood in the clearing and roared loudly: "Frank, come out and meet me!"