Before he could finish speaking, there was another loud explosion in the distance, mixed with the sound of heavy gunfire and firefighting. Without further ado, the soldier set up his weapon and began to shoot into the darkness, as if attacking an invisible beast.

"Get up, hurry up!"

Hoffa smacked Noble and held out his hand.

"Apparition shifting. ”

"Damn"

Noble scrambled to his feet and grabbed Hoffa's wrist.

The sky was lit up by firelight again. Noble didn't hesitate, he grabbed Hoffa's wrist with his backhand.

Crackling!

With a bang, the two disappeared in place.

Leaving a group of soldiers with guns in their arms, they suddenly fired into the darkness, and the orange bullets flew in the air like countless bright yellow lightning.

City. Norber pulled Hoffa and stumbled out of the apparition. At the moment, air raid sirens are flooding the streets of Paris.

Pedestrians on the road fled in all directions, and the streets were littered with large amounts of trampled fruits and vegetables. Some of the horses tied to the pillars roared desperately because they were frightened.

Soldiers in the streets and alleys jumped into jeeps, and more than a dozen military jeeps galloped through the streets with blinding spotlights, rolling up large puffs of dust.

"Let's go!"

Noble urged at the front.

Hoffa hurried to catch up with Noble, who was almost gone.

Noble skilfully led Hoffa to turn left and right, and burrowed into a narrow alley. Here, he opened the heavy wooden door of a church and pushed Hoffa inside.

The thick wooden door was closed, and the alarm outside the door was muffled.

This is probably the corridor used by some Catholic church to transport goods in the past, and it looks quite clean.

Noble leaned against the door and gasped heavily, then kicked the trash can in annoyance.

"These damn Muggles, they won't be clean for a few days. ”

Scraps of paper flew everywhere, and Noble lost his temper in the tunnels of the church.

Hoffa looked at his irritable companion and fell into thought. It's 1942 now, and the center of the Muggle conflict has shifted to the Soviet side, so why is it that the fight suddenly broke out again.

After thinking about it, he didn't have any clues.

Noble was still annoyed on the side: "It's okay now, with phantom shifting, what should those German wizards stationed in the station notice it?"

"Just because you notice it doesn't mean you can find it right away. ”

Hoffa comforted, "We still have time to run." ”

"Run, run, where do you want to run this time, Antarctica?"

Noble said angrily.

Hoffa was amused: "If you go to Antarctica, you must first recover the stolen weapons and lead the way." ”

The two of them walked down the narrow tunnel. The tunnel is not empty. They didn't go far before they saw a black man sitting in a chair drinking beer. The black man greeted Noble as he passed by.

Gradually, more and more people gathered in the tunnel.

These people were tired and lazy, their eyes were unkind, and their faces were fierce, and they were either shouting and drinking, or wiping their weapons. At first glance, it's a guy begging for a living in the black zone.

Others dressed in monastery clothes and dressed like priests, stood on wooden boxes and read eulogies impassionedly, promoting religion and belief.

When the two of them reached the corner of the tunnel, a large black man with a tattoo on his arm came out of the other corner. He had two sharp blades stuck in his waist. Carrying an assault rifle on his back.

"Hey, Hoffa. Hey, Noble. ”

The black man greeted Hoffa in English.

"Yo, Gamp. ”

Hoffa nodded briefly.

"Did you just see that explosion outside?"

The tall black man asked with some trepidation.

Hoffa nodded: "See." ”

"It's been a long time since I've played, why did it start again today. ”

"It's wartime, and it's not surprising that there is a fight anywhere. ”

Hoffa said.

"It seems to be the same thing."

The black man pondered for a moment, then asked curiously, "Where are you going so late?"

Hoffa did not answer.

"Go to Durant. ”

Noble replied.

"You're going to find him too?"

The black man asked, somewhat surprised, as he walked.

"Why, there are still people looking for him. ”

Noble asked.

"I've heard that the British Ministry of Magic has been sending someone to find him lately. ”

"The British Ministry of Magic sent someone to find Durant?"

Noble's eyes widened.

"Almost. ”

The black man replied, "It's just these two days, two days ago one of my men received a wizard from England at the station, and she got off the train and asked Durant where he was. ”

Noble immediately asked vigilantly, "What's the situation?"

"You think those people will tell me?"

The black man shrugged his shoulders: "I'm not interested either, you British business, it has nothing to do with me." ”

With that, he slipped out of a hallway around the corner of the tunnel and disappeared at the end of the hallway.

After the black friend left, Noble's expression became a little cloudy: "The Ministry of Magic is looking for Durant, what do you think?"

Hoffa pondered for a moment, frowned, and said:

"Durant, that guy is greedy for life and afraid of death, in case the Ministry of Magic is found by Shun Teng, that guy will have to spread the news that we have made weapons privately. ”

Norber: "The Ministry of Magic knows you're here, what do they want?"

"Who knows, but he should be found before the Ministry of Magic anyway. ”

Half an hour later.

Hoffa and Noble stepped out of the tunnel.

They came to the East Twentieth district of the city.

At this moment, the rain had stopped, and a huge half-moon hung high in the sky.

In the blue-black night of France, churches and monasteries rise tall and tall, and the spires of the ancient buildings are covered with a thousand strange statues, which take on a grotesque appearance in the night.

The chaos in the outer city has not yet reached this side, and it seems to be calm here. Only occasionally, gunshots resembling firecrackers could be heard in the distance.

But this was a common occurrence during the war years.

The two walked around a monastery that had been bombed into ruins and arrived at a dilapidated bar in a corner of the city.

The swaying neon flickered on and off.

Several black men with guns at the entrance of the bar were checking the crowd coming in and out.

Hoffa flicked his arm, and the Mana Amplification Glove transformed into a mouse, leaping from his palm, burrowing into the bar in the blink of an eye, and disappearing into the middle of several black men.

Sensing that Hoffa and Noble were coming, the blacks armed with rifles immediately surrounded them with fierce faces.

"Weapons are handed over. ”

Noble drew his pistol and placed it in the black man's hand.

The Negro was not satisfied, and pressed Noble and Hoffa against the wall.

Hoffa and Noble did not resist, and after being cross-examined with open arms similar to the security check of an airplane, they entered the bar unaffected.

There was a strong, strange smell in the bar, a group of white men blushing and spitting smoke, and the air was filled with a choking smell of smoke. The crowd was filled with revealing hostesses with heavy makeup, most of them young with numb smiles on their faces.

There is a dance floor in the middle of the bar, and in the center of the dance floor are several black and white women with their upper bodies bared and pole dancing. There were some francs and marks scattered under their feet.

This kind of atmosphere has long been strange to Hofa, who bends down in the crowd and pretends to tie his shoes in the thighs that come and go.

A black rat scurried out of the shadows and returned to Hoffa's arm, transforming back into the Mana Amplification Gauntlet.

He stood up, and Noble pressed against his shoulder, and whispered:

"You wait for me first, I'll go find Durant, and give you a signal after finding him, that guy hasn't seen you, we'll surprise him. ”

Hoffa nodded, didn't say much, and walked straight to the bar.

Noble, on the other hand, turned sideways and disappeared into the crowd.

Behind the bar, a rickety old black bartender was wiping his glass, and when he saw Hoffa coming, he habitually asked, "What do you want?"

At this moment, a tall woman walked out of the shadows. Sat down next to Hoffa.

"Whiskey, hard work. ”

So Hoffa also said, "Give me a glass of whiskey." ”

So the bartender served two glasses of whiskey with ice, and the tall woman next to her took the glasses and smiled, touching Hoffa's glass with the glass.

"Good evening. ”

She said in French.

"Good evening. ”

Hofapi smiled, raised his glass, dipped his lips in the wine, and put the glass back.

"You don't seem to be very old. ”

The woman laughed.

"It's fine. ”

Hoffa said with a polite smile.

"Where are you from, are you going out to play alone?"

The atmosphere in France is very open, or rather, the atmosphere in the bars is very open.

"Work, don't play. ”

Hoffa appears honest and distant.

He wasn't used to drinking, he didn't bother to talk to people, he probably had more important things to do later, and he had to stay absolutely sober.

"What kind of work is going to be done in a bar?"

The woman put her hand on Hoffa's shoulder, looking curious.

Hoffa raised his eyelids and glanced at the palm on his shoulder, then at the owner of the palm. This is a very strange-looking bald woman, dressed in gray clothes, with a high nose and big eyes, and she is quite pretty.

But it is precisely because the other party is very good-looking that he feels a little abnormal, and it stands to reason that most beautiful girls will not take the initiative.

He said slowly, "You have a lot of care." ”

The bald woman wasn't angry, she shrugged and let go of her hand, "You're quite cold. ”

With that, she took her glass and bypassed him.

Hoffa didn't pay attention to the episode, but when the bald woman left, he noticed a strange peeping sensation. He couldn't help but look back, but he didn't notice who was staring at him, everyone was immersed in the world of alcohol and sex.

He shook his head and regained his composure.

There are people coming and going in the bar, maybe I think too much.

In this way, Hoffa sat on a high stool for half an hour. No matter who looked at it, he didn't have any interest, but it only caught the attention of the bartender.

The bartender looked at the strange-looking boy in front of him with a somewhat unkind expression.

I saw the guy sitting on the pedals, drooping his eyelids, his fingers regularly tapping the table, and a glass of whiskey on the rocks in front of him. But at this moment, the ice cubes in the amber wine were about to melt, and the glass was condensed with dense droplets of water.

Ever since this guy came in half an hour ago, he sat there without saying a word. He was very perfunctory in chatting with him, and he served him a glass of whiskey on the rocks, and he didn't move it from beginning to end.

The bartender became vigilant.

Most of the people here are blushing, smoking cigarettes, complaining about life and war, and looking drunk and waiting to die. Occasionally, there is a guy who deliberately pretends to be deep, and when he meets a beautiful woman, he is completely revealed.

Having worked in this kind of place for many years, he can clearly distinguish which people are deliberately pretending to be cool to attract the attention of others, and which people are real and abnormal.

And although the young man in front of him is not very old, there is a rare sobriety and indifference on his face, and he looks like the kind of guy who is rare and does not drink alcohol. Why are these guys coming to the bar?

Finally, the bartender who wiped the cup couldn't help it, he put down the cup that he didn't know how many times he had wiped, and said intentionally or unintentionally:

"The days are really terrible, every day is full of massacres, bombings, dead people, if you want me to say, when will this kind of day be the end?"

Hoffa hung his head and replied, "What does it have to do with you?"

"Why is it okay?"

The bartender said intentionally or unintentionally: "This world is too dangerous, if you want to live a few more days, you need to think about it." ”

"Bear with it, endure it for a few years, maybe you'll be free. ”

He replied absentmindedly, thinking to himself how Noble had been looking for Durant for so long.

"Are you waiting for someone here?"

The bartender broke the reason why Hoffa was sitting.

"Aha. ”

"Aren't you drinking?"

The bartender pointed to the whiskey in front of Hoffa.

"Do you have to drink at the bar?"

Hoffa asked listlessly.

"Isn't it?"

The bartender snorted around with swarthy lips.

At this moment, a male customer rushed onto the dance floor, hugged a stripper and began to kiss wildly. He was probably very rich, and hired a lot of people to open champagne underneath. The dancer screamed, but her voice was drowned out by the sound of champagne spraying.

Bartender: "Look, that's normal people." ”

Hofa impatiently took out a few franc bills and pushed them over, trying to gagged the annoying fellow with money, but his hand was pressed down by the bartender halfway through.

Bang!

The bartender pressed the back of Hoffa's hand and said in a low voice, "Don't pretend, you're not here to drink, are you?"

Looking at the black palm on the back of his hand, Hoffa was slightly surprised at first, and then grinned sarcastically: "Why, do you guys in the bar even care about the purpose of customers?"

Without saying a word, a fierce glint flashed across the black man's face, and he reached under the counter, where an old pager was placed horizontally: "Do you know whose territory this is?"

Sensing the other party's small movements, Hoffa didn't bother to pay attention to it at all, he tilted his head, "How much money did Durant give you, and you are so attentive to him?"

The bartender picked up the pager, looked at Hoffa and said without blinking, "Come in, there's an inexplicable guy here." ”

He was going to have someone take the guy in front of him away, but as he spoke, he felt that something was wrong. The young guy was looking at himself with a playful expression.

Turning his head again, he found that he was holding a wine bottle for some reason.

Such an unusual and absurd scene caused him to throw away the bottle in an electric shock and reach for the shotgun hanging on the wall.

And just as he was about to draw his gun and threaten, at this moment, a dull roar suddenly came from afar.

Roar!!

With that roar, a figure smashed down from the second floor like a cannonball, he smashed the railing, slammed into the dance floor of the group of ****s, and smashed a bunch of wine bottles.

Splashes of glass sawdust.

Playing cards and banknotes slowly drifted down from the sky.

Everyone in the bar was stunned by the sudden scene.

The dancing girl was frightened and shrunk behind the pole, and the champagne of a few people watching the dancing trickled down from the corners of their mouths, and the card players sat in a daze with their pokers.

It was quiet for about three seconds.

The waitress with the plates reacted, and they threw them away, clutching their heads and screaming.

The high-pitched screams were like igniting the fuse of chaos.

It only took a second for the bar to descend into complete chaos.

The bartender jerked up his shotgun, and Hoffa jerked to his feet and slammed his fist into the nose of the black bartender.

Before the poor bartender could open the insurance, he was knocked to the ground by this punch, and he fainted with a nosebleed.

Hoffa then rushed to the center of the chaos.

I saw that Norber, who had just left, was lying on his back in the middle of a pile of broken wooden planks at this moment, his left arm twisted into a strange arc, and the corners of his mouth were coughing up blood.

On his chest, five huge wounds were imprinted, as if he had been scratched by a beast.

Hofa was startled and crouched down.

"Hey, old fellow, what's wrong with you?"

"Ahem, it's okay"

Noble squinted at Hoffa, struggling to prop himself up from the ground.

"Durant, that guy, is a werewolf. ”