The Gestapo, Germany's state secret police, at its height, were present in all German theaters, including the other Axis powers in Europe. With 5.27 million Jews killed by this group alone, almost half of Europe's Jews, it is arguably the most horrific and notorious murder machine in human history.

Hoffa could never have imagined that he would be so unlucky to have a meal and encounter such a terrifying existence.

Watching the three German Gestapo come in, Hoffa swallowed his spit and turned his head mechanically, he and Sylby looked at each other, and found that Sylby's cheeks were bulging, and a shrimp head fell from his lips, and they both saw the stunned look in each other's eyes.

The three Gestapo also saw at a glance the two "colleagues" sitting in the middle of the cafeteria. ”

One of the Gestapo, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, nodded to Hoffa's seat and raised his arms.

“Heil Hitler！！”

The situation was urgent, and Hoffa reflexively stood up and raised his hand.

“Heil Hitler！！”

This time, his movements were fairly standard, with his left hand raised. It's just that he lowered his head, for fear that the other party would be suspicious when he saw his young face.

The gold-rimmed Gestapo looked at Hoffa, then turned his gaze to Sylby, who grunted and swallowed the food in his mouth. Sit motionless in your position.

He could neither raise his hand nor speak any German.

Hoffa held his left hand at 45 degrees, his face expressionless, but the instep was arched, and his wand slid silently down his sleeve. Eyes scanned the surroundings, analyzing the escape route,

However, the bespectacled Gestapo at the head did not bother Hoffa too much, he looked at the motionless Sylbie, pushed his glasses, turned his gaze to the wheelchair, and stayed on the swastika on the wheelchair for a few seconds.

Nodding.

He put down his hand and sat down on a table only 2 meters away from Hoffa with a few of his men.

The soul returned to its place, and Hoffa let out a sigh of relief and slowly sat down.

Sylby's lips quirmed, his eyes widened, and his voice was muffled.

"What to do !!"

"Shh......h Don't talk......"

Hoffa glared at Sylby and said with a mouth shape.

"I ......"

"Shhhhh

Hoffa kicked him under the table, the wheelchair shook, and Sylby shut up.

Hoffa puffed up his chest and began to eat without saying a word. That's right, he began to eat.

That's all he can do now, and if he sees three Gestapo and leaves immediately, he thinks with his toes that there must be something wrong with him.

Although as a wizard with powerful magic like Ghost Walk and Shattered Grip, he was not very indifferent to the Gestapo itself.

But the soldiers in the three jeeps outside were no joke, and even an adult wizard couldn't ignore these killing machines......

The forks clinked, and Hoffa mechanically forked the food and stuffed it into his mouth. Then mechanically pick up the water cup and drink the water.

The Gestapo next to them took off their hats, laughed and talked, and began to swallow the clouds, and a group of waiters circled around them.

In such an environment, Hoffa felt that his taste buds had lost their function, and he could not taste the exquisite Spanish meal in front of him.

At this moment, suddenly a snow-white cigarette fell on Hoffa's table, rolled twice, and stopped.

Hoffa turned his head mechanically, and the Gestapo with gold-rimmed glasses leaned lazily back in his chair, holding a cigarette on the silver metal cigarette case. He was smiling at himself.

Hoffa's palms began to sweat unconsciously, but a kind smile appeared on his pale face and nodded to him.

The Gestapo smiled and asked, "Gruppe Drohne?" (drone detachment?)

Hoffa arched his instep and tightened his right hand on the stool. He didn't know what he was asking, he didn't understand German.

But seeing the Gestapo's smiling face, Hoffa nodded silently, only affirming the other party's question was the best way to end the conversation.

The Gestapo smiled slightly and asked, "Was ist los MIT euch beiden?" (Just the two of you?)

With that, his gaze wandered between Hoffa and Sylbie.

Hoffa still didn't understand, and smiled and nodded, indicating that everything you said was right.

“Kommen und MIT mir?”

(Do you want to come with us?) said the Gestapo.

Hoffa smiled and nodded.

So the other party laughed too.

But Hoffa just laughed and actually didn't move.

The Gestapo felt that something was wrong, and he waited for a long time before Hoffa came over and sat down with them. His smile faded.

"Was bewegt Sich nicht?"

Looking at the other party's expression, Huo Fa didn't dare to nod, his palms were sweating like pulp, this time, things were big.

Obviously, the other party is waiting for an answer in his own language.

Say a few words...... I have to say something.

But he couldn't speak German.

What to do?

What German does he know? What German does he know.

Seeing that the three Gestapo at that table all turned their heads, looked at themselves, and frowned.

Hoffa's back was soaking wet, and he had to say something.

Say something......

Say something....

German....

German!

Suddenly, Huo Fa was in a hurry, and under the gaze of the three Gestapo, he raised the brim of his hat slightly, coughed lightly and said lightly: "I'm from Hebei Province." (German: I'm Alone)

The doubts on the faces of those ** disappeared a lot, they glanced at each other, and then nodded clearly.

“ Nur ihr beide?” (Special Mission?)

Hoffa nodded.

The Gestapo politely raised his goblet.

“Viel Erfolg。 (Happy task.) ）

Hoffa also raised his glass and nodded with a smile.

Raise your head and drink water to hide your embarrassment.

After drinking, the opposite side turned around.

Hoffa put down his glass tremblingly, but saw Sylby on the other side stunned, and he said in shock, "Do you speak German?"

"Why didn't you ...... early"

Hoffa kicked him hard under the wheelchair, motioning for him not to make any unusual mouth shapes.

The forks continued to clank, and the table next to it began to serve.

Finally, after two frightening minutes, a drenched Hoffa stood up and nodded politely to the Gestapo at the table. Pushing the wheelchair, slowly but surely walked towards the exit.

one-step

Two steps,

Three steps,

Four Steps.......

As the exit drew nearer, the soldiers in the jeep were smoking and chatting, and when they saw Hoffa coming out, they all stood upright, raised their guns, and raised their left hands.

Hoffa was about to raise his hand, say hello, and leave the land of right and wrong.

Suddenly, a German shout came from behind him: "Einen Moment." (Wait a minute)

There is no warmth in the sound.

Hoffa turned slowly, and the Gestapo with the gold glasses was looking at him coldly, pointing to his hat and asking, "Ihr Hut, Was?" (Your hat, what's going on)

Hoffa was agitated and did not answer. The heart hit rock bottom.

He didn't understand what the other man was saying, but it was clear that the other party was questioning the shape of his hat, and he didn't turn it into a weird peaked wizard's hat like Rutrov because he was afraid that Muggles wouldn't recognize it.

Now, something went wrong.

Seeing that Hoffa did not speak, all three Gestapo stood up. The atmosphere suddenly became extremely solemn.

At this time, the people who were eating in the hotel looked over one after another, and those eyes seemed to be like laser rays.

Hoffa knew that the German vocabulary had been completely exhausted, and that it was only a matter of time before it was exposed.

He glanced at the exit. The illusion spell is not very advisable, so many people, so many guns, after strafing, they will definitely hang the color.

But if you want to use the ghost walk, the environment in the restaurant is very crowded, and if you want to run with a wheelchair, you are afraid that you will not be able to run far in ten seconds.

If you use it twice, you can escape a considerable distance.

But within the second between ghost walks, he is also likely to be beaten into a sieve by professional soldiers.

It's not advisable to run out of the door, you have to change directions.

So Hoffa turned around expressionlessly.

Looking straight at the three Gestapo, they had already put their hands on the holsters at their waists.

Hoffa's eyes froze and he looked at the second floor of the restaurant.

“Führer！”

(Führer)

As soon as he shouted this, all the Gesta protectors raised their heads.

Rumble!!

At this moment, Hoffa turned on the life transformation, and the green tendons in his arms burst out.

Directly lifted a tabletop, lifted it up, and the tabletop tumbled and smashed towards the three Gestapo.

The thick and spicy Spanish red oil soup mixed with the boiling seafood iron plate smashed into the face of the gold-rimmed glasses man.

"Ahh

The crowd screamed, and all the soldiers outside who were ready to salute were stunned, and they were all clever, and they all set up their weapons.

The Gestapo, who had been smashed by the tabletop, stumbled back two steps and fell to the ground, where he immediately howled. Covered in colorful soup, he bent down in extreme pain and shouted frantically: "Töte ihn!!"

(Kill him!!)

Without hesitation, the other two Gestapo pulled out their pistols, frantically pulled the trigger, and fired indiscriminately wherever Hoffa had disappeared.

Dada!!

As soon as the gunshots rang out, and before the bullet could be discharged, Hoffa grabbed the back of Sylby's wheelchair with one hand.

Ghost Walk!

The two men disappeared into the material world together.

The restaurant is full of flames and bullets!

The crowd screamed, hugging their heads and scurrying.

The soldier shouted, jumped out of the jeep with a gun, and rushed into the store.

The Gestapo, who was burned to the eye, rolled on the ground, covering his eyes, and several soldiers took water and poured it on his face, trying to help him, but he pushed the soldier away. Swollen eyes roared: "Find him, kill him!!"

Dozens of soldiers raised their weapons and fired wildly at the place where Hoffa had disappeared.

In the gray world, Hoffa pushes Sylby and runs wildly.

On the ground behind him, rows of tiles were shattered, and wood and broken wine bottle dregs were scattered everywhere.

The main entrance had been firmly blocked by Muggle soldiers, and Hoffa had no choice but to flee in the opposite direction.

Ten seconds passed, and Hoffa pushed the wheelchair.

Rushed into the backstage of the hotel's kitchen at great speed.

The waiter in the back kitchen was scurrying back and forth with a plate when suddenly a boy rushed in with a wheelchair and screamed and smashed a pot of chocolate cake into Sylby's face.

In the back, several soldiers rushed in a chaotic manner.

Two of the soldiers rushed too quickly and got stuck in the door with their guns. They raised their guns and fired.

Hoffa shoved the waiter next to him, shoved him off the ballistics, and then bent down and pushed himself forward in a wheelchair under the marble console.

Gravel Splashes!Pots and pans Fly!Gravel Splashes!

The gunfire paused.

Sylby, who had a chocolate face, shook his head with excitement, and had an expression that was about to climax: "Oh my God!!, it's so interesting to be with you......

Hofa didn't have the time to pay attention to him, grabbed the scarf on his chest that was splashed with chocolate sauce and stuffed it into his mouth, stopping his madness.

Behind him, two soldiers stuck behind the door were kicked open by the Gestapo.

Without hesitation, Hoffa picked up a pile of porcelain plates as high as a mountain in the pool and smashed them at the Gestapo.

He then slammed open the back door of the kitchen and entered an alley filled with trash cans.

The Gestapo saw a flash of Hoffa and raised his pistol and fired indiscriminately into the restaurant. Countless porcelain pieces were shattered, and the shards from the explosion injured countless soldiers by mistake.

But the smoke cleared, and there was no one in front of him.

The Gestapo who caught up with him was so angry that he trembled with anger and roared: "Search, find out the pretender!"