In the open space in the middle of the dock, dozens of armed private thugs were armed with guns, aiming at the head of the gray-haired young man in the middle, and the sound of gun safety bolts was heard in the air, and the saber rattling.

Hoffa kept Chloe behind him with a bad look.

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

Nervous voices come from far and near.

Hearing the voice, Hoffa turned his head to see that the person who came was a young woman of about twenty.

She wore a black embroidered coat, a black top hat, black hair combed back, tied into a ponytail with a white ribbon, and her skin had a sickly pale and tired, but still smooth and full, looking like a beautiful but decadent porcelain doll.

"Frank is a woman?" Chloe asked, shocked.

"No, can you just shut up first. ”

He looked at the woman in front of him who was about twenty years old and bowed slightly: "Long time no see, Mrs. Dean." ”

"Ahem.... Matthew, this is Mr. Bach, Mr. Frank's friend. The brunette woman said to the overseer, "Let them, put... Handful... Weapons put away, Matthew. ”

Friend......

The overseer, Matthew, touched the blood that had been blown out of his face, shook his hand in hatred, and the armed mob put away their weapons.

"Thank you..."

The restless brunette woman breathed a sigh of relief:

"Long time no see, Mr. Bach, is this .....?"

She pointed to the nun.

"Chloe, my friend. ”

Hoffa said, "We're coming to Frank. ”

"Looking for Frank. ”

The woman's expression became a little dazed, and Hoffa stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her, and she suddenly woke up, and a hollow smile appeared on her pale face, as tired as if she hadn't slept for three or four days.

"Okay, then... Then come with me. ”

When the woman turned away, Hoffa whispered to Chloe:

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

"She made those slaves?"

Chloe is still struggling.

"It's not. ”

Hoffa warned softly, "Listen, Frank isn't a Muggle, he's a wizard in the gray area, ruthless. Driving these outcasts is not a psychological burden on him at all, just like any other pure-blood wizard uses house-elves. ”

He patiently explained to her, but apparently these words did not have much effect on a nun like Chloe, who had been raised in the convent.

"It's... It's the twentieth century, how can there still be people who enslave others in a grand manner?"

She said in a trembling voice.

Hoffa only thinks that her ideas are ridiculous, he gets along with the nun these days is okay, but this guy always has a stinky problem, she always seems to be extra serious about many inexplicable details.

When she was on the road a few days ago, she insisted on sending them to a safe place because she met them on the road, which delayed her for a whole day. Later, she had the idea of digging a pit and burying all the corpses she could see on the road.

Hoffa almost didn't go crazy, this was 1942, there were many corpses on the roadside like plastic bags in the 21st century, buried one by one, and the war in Britain was probably over.

"What does slavery have to do with the age, if there is a need, there will be existence, and existence is reasonable. ”

She stopped talking, and after a while, she sneered coldly, "Are your friends like that?" I thought the people at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry should be friends with more talented people. ”

"This is not a convent, you don't have to be a good priest, and Frank is not a good priest. Annoyed him, couldn't borrow a boat, we ......"

"Okay, okay, I know, don't be verbose. ”

The nun looked away with an irritated look.

Hoffa sighed secretly, thinking to himself that he must not let this guy meet a smuggler like Frank, otherwise there would be a fight as soon as they met.

......

......

Behind a warehouse next to the harbor, Frank's house was a domed stone brick house, with a gray fabric on the exterior and thin steel cables. There is a door at each end of the porch, and the ceiling is made of plywood, with fluorescent rings in between, most of which are broken. The humid air was filled with the smell of burning embers and concrete.

The woman in black politely opened the door for the two.

But Hoffa said to Chloe, "Don't go in, wait for me here." ”

Chloe snorted angrily and stood there and hugged her arms.

Hoffa walked into Frank's house alone and Mary.

Hundreds of candles burned in the dimly lit room, and white wax oil was piled up everywhere like laminated rock. In front of him was a huge stone platform, on which was a black marble coffin.

Hoffa didn't expect the first thing he saw when he entered the door was such a picture. He couldn't help but turn his head and looked at the woman in black beside him in confusion.

"I didn't see Frank. ”

"No,"

Mary pouted, "There." ”

Following her eyes, Hoffa looked at the sarcophagus, stared for a long time and turned his head mechanically: "What did you say, what about the Franks?"

"It's right there. ”

After a pause, a sad expression appeared on her pale and tired face: "It's really unfortunate that you came, he just died yesterday." ”

There was absolute silence in the room.

Hoffa: "I'm sorry.... What do you say?"

"See for yourself. ”

Mary looked away sadly.

He stepped forward quickly and stopped next to the marble coffin.

The coffin was labeled "Frank Dean," and an ancient bronze lamp shone from a dark green square glass enclosure that shrouded Frank's crumpled old face.

Frank Dean was forty-five years old, and he was lying in a circle of not very fresh plants, looking like an eighty-year-old man, covered in tattoos like fish scales.

Frank hung up?

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

But he had no idea that he had written to him last month, and that he would die this month.

This made Hoffa want to laugh for some reason.

From the first time he saw this guy, he spent his time in endless smuggling and all kinds of buying and selling. He is cunning and cautious by nature, and is a well-known expert among the Grey Wizards.

Sooner rather than dead... Late Immortal.....

What should be done now, without a boat, the plan to go to England is simply a fantasy.

Eyes moved to the side of Frank's wife Mary, who was full of sorrow, since he was dead, it was natural for him to mention the matter of borrowing a boat. But when the words came to his lips, Hoffa was a little difficult to say, other people's husbands just died and they came to ask for boats, which is too true.

"How did you die?"

He asked in a heavy tone.

"I don't know, when I went to sea, I met some terrible guys, and when I came back, when I was transported back by my men, it was already like this. ”

As she spoke, the woman covered her mouth with a handkerchief in grief.

He pointed to the middle part of the man's body.

Hoffa's gaze stopped in the middle. He vaguely saw that under the cover-up clothes, Frank's body was actually cut in two, and he was neatly cut in half.

It made his heart stop beating a beat.

With such a sharp sword wound, it can do this degree... Could it be that guy is around here?

"Condolences, ma'am. He patted the widow on the shoulder and whispered politely.

"It's all right, excuse me, Mr. Bach is here, what's the matter?" the woman asked, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Oh, that's right, I'm here to ......"

Before he could explain his intentions.

Bang!!

A loud gunshot outside the house interrupted his plans to borrow a boat.

Screams and lashes followed: "...... Put down your guns, you incompetent brute!!"

......

......

Hearing the voice, the faces of the two changed. Hoffa immediately left the young widow behind and hurried out of the darkroom.

Outside the house, there was chaos at the moment, with a few unopened packets of biscuits and bread scattered on the concrete floor of the dock, and a group of skinny children lying on the ground like a pack of monkeys, scrambling to stuff the food into their mouths like dogs, some of them so quickly that the dirt was eaten into their mouths.

Nearby, several heavily armed men held guns aloft and tried to pull the children away from the food. Without hesitation, the armed thug, who looked like a baboon, grabbed a homeless child by the collar, dragged him up, and slammed him to the ground.

Chloe tried to push the armed thugs away with her hands, but it backfired. The baboon-looking man had no intention of stopping, he pushed the nun to the ground with a backhand push.

Bang!

He then fired another shot into the sky in an attempt to scare the nun away. But the nun did not hesitate to roll over and get up, and once again angrily rushed to stand in front of him, "What are you doing!?"

The baboon-looking man spat viciously on the ground: "It's me who should ask that! What are you doing on my turf?"

"I'll give them some food!

"Here, I said you can't eat, and no one is allowed to eat!"

"Who do you think you are, Caesar?"

"You're ......!"

"Enough!!"

Hoffa looked at the children who were fighting for food on the ground like wild dogs, and knew with his ass what was going on.

The nun who was overflowing with motherhood didn't listen to her words at all, and as soon as she left, she poked out a basket that was not too big or small.

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

"Take care of your girl!"

The armed thug angrily slammed Hoffa on the forehead.

Hoffa's heart was on fire, at this moment he looked at Chloe unpleasantly, and even more unpleasant to look at the baboon in front of him. But he still has to borrow a boat, and for the time being, he can't tear his face with the smuggler's men, so he can only glare back.

At this time, the young widow also came out, and when she saw the chaos of the scene, she covered her mouth with a cry of surprise, and immediately retracted back into the house.

When the nun saw her, she turned to meet her.

"Why don't you care about your men?" she asked in the same way, and the armed thugs on the side were furious.

"Uh..... This, I ...... I...... That's not ........"

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

"Are you indifferent to watching those little children starve to death?" said the nun, with the moral condemnation at which she excelled.

"I ..... I..... Didn't ......."

The young widow, with a dark face and a look of great regret for her negligence, burst into tears and looked at her men as if she were pleading.

Matthew, the baboon man, puffed up his chest, strutted in front of the widow Mary, and angrily rebuked Chloe: "Neurotic, we don't care if they live or die, and have a fart relationship with you?"

He sneered at the nuns, "We didn't bring them to this point, and we didn't force them to live here. ”

When the widow heard her say this, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked relieved. After calming down a little, she showed a wry smile again:

"Matthew, that's not right. ”

"Mary. ”

"You... You go get busy. I'll leave it to me here. ”

Matthew snorted coldly, gave Chloe and Hoffa a warning thumbs upside down, and then led his men to leave in twos and threes.

After leaving, Mary was very embarrassed to pull Chloe's wrist and said uneasily, "Yes... I was negligent, and I will take note, Your Excellency. ”

"Why don't you help them, too, and you don't look like you're short of food. ”

"Yes, yes, I was negligent. ”

"What about that guy named Frank, who are you?"

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

The widow stammered.

(She and Chloe are talking, but the rest of the eyes are looking at Hoffa.) ）

The nun wanted to say something more, but Hoffa dragged her without saying a word, and dragged her into a corner without resisting. Forcibly took her away from Frank's morgue.

The group of armed thugs who had left earlier were gathering around the corner to smoke, and as Hoffa and Chloe passed by, the baboon-looking thug slammed Chloe on the shoulder, deliberately shouting, "Jesus is above, how can such a person live so big!?"

The armed thug burst into laughter as Chloe turned around angrily.

......

......

Arriving at the corner of the dock, Chloe shook off Hoffa's arm, her chest heaving.

"What's the matter with you?" said Hoffa as bitterly as a father educating his daughter, "Didn't I tell you not to do much?"

Chloe didn't speak, glared at him dryly, and seemed to think that he and Frank were the same thing.

"What kind of eyes are you?"

She turned her head, not even answering.

"If that's the case, we'll go our separate ways here. "Hofa is a threat of duplicity.

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

"Yo he.....!" Hofa raised his eyebrows, "You're really capable." ”

"Can't you stand on my side and help me say something?"

"I'll help you speak, who will be responsible if you can't borrow a boat?"

"I thought you had a better relationship with that Frank. ”

Hoffa thought to himself that everyone else Frank was dead, and no matter how iron-clad the relationship was, it would be useless.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of footsteps behind him.

He quickly turned around.

It wasn't the thugs, but a few yellow-skinned kids, sneakily hiding in the shadows of the building, their eyes shining with hunger.

"War Orphan ......"

Hoffa sighed, these children displaced by the war, no one cared about their lives or deaths. Frank left them behind, but he was afraid that he would also increase the bargaining chips for himself to enslave those adults.

He reached into his pocket. This action caused those peeping children to be agitated, some to retreat in fear, and some to hold their heads.

But instead of a weapon, Hoffa pulled out a chocolate bar. He held out his hand and motioned 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 mouths before they could remove it. After gobbling it up, they looked at the gray-haired boy with blank eyes, wanting more.

Hoffa touched the yellowed head of one of them and said softly, "No, let's come back tomorrow." ”

After receiving an affirmative reply, several children whispered thank you, and left the two of them step by step.

When she looked back again, Chloe looked at him with a much kinder look in her eyes, and she was no longer as disgusted as she had just been.

Hoffa: "Why do you say you've offended them?" ”

"I don't want to ride on these people's boats at all. Chloe: "These guys aren't good people at all, they don't even spare children. ”

Hoffa shook his head: "When the war is over, you have a chance to save them, but now, none of us can take care of it." ”

"But ......"

"Nothing, we're not here to do charity, German wizards are still looking for us everywhere, we have to get out of this land as soon as possible. Do you understand?"

Chloe pursed her lips, looking unincomprehensible.