216 Chapter 16, Dock

maritime.

A pure white corset slowly fell from the sky.

Three speedboats broke through the waves and headed towards an old-fashioned lifeboat in the distance.

The lifeboat stopped at sea, and the hull trembled regularly with the waves. There are two women and one man in the cabin.

On the deck, groans continued.

"Ah ah ah"

"Take it easy"

"I hurt!"

The girl was lying on the deck with her back bare.

A woman stroked the girl's face and said tremblingly, "Be patient, my dear, just be patient."

Behind her, the boy pressed her back with one hand, covered her mouth with the other, and stabbed hard.

The girl groaned.

Sweat dripped from the boy's chin onto the girl's back.

Time, three days ago, Normandy.

An old-fashioned Citroen bumped on the iron-gray road, it was dirty yellow, and several large suitcases were tied with ropes on the top.

Inside the car, the gray-haired teenager was wearing a plaid shirt, black ripped jeans, and a pair of blue canvas shoes, in an ordinary Muggle attire.

But the co-pilot was sitting on a nun wearing a black and white headdress. The nun had a hideous scar on her face.

The two were just Hoffa and Chloe who left Paris. Not long ago, they rented an old car that had changed hands many times and headed all the way to Normandy by the sea. They planned to cross the English Channel from here to U.K.

Inside the car, an unknown wizard talk show was playing on the car radio, and the nun curled up on the chair, listening to the German wizard radio station one after another.

".Welcome to the Monster Night Storytelling. I'm Oren Bryan. Today, the monster we're going to talk about is Leviathan, an ancient monster.

According to legend, it and its group have been living in the dark seabed. But Leviathan is a different kind in the group. As a monster, he yearns for the light on the land and sea.

So one day, it made a wish with the wizards in the group, wanting to go to the surface of the ocean to block the true face of the sun.

The wizard agreed to it and gave him the ability to float on the sea surface, but also warned it that it must return to the bottom of the sea when the sun set, otherwise it would be abandoned by its own group forever.

Leviathan agreed to the wizard.

At dawn, it emerged from the depths to the surface.

At that second, it was stunned by the magnificent beauty of dawn and daylight.

It stared at the sun blankly until the sunset, and it did not return to the bottom of the sea.

In this way, Leviathan was obsessed with the beauty of the sun day after day, until one day it woke up and wanted to return to the bottom of the sea.

However, it found that its companion at the bottom of the sea had long since died, and everything it knew had vanished into nothingness in the long river of time.

It was forgotten by the god of death, floating alone in the sea forever, repeating the monotonous and boring life day after day, waiting"

Slap.

The radio in the car was turned off by a sleepy Hoffa.

I saw him holding the steering wheel wearily, leaning his elbows on the glass, resting his cheeks on his fists, looking like an old driver.

"What are you doing, I'm listening to the stories around here." Chloe complained dissatisfied.

"You've been listening for a whole day, can you really remember so many things?"

"You're not how I know I can't remember."

"Because you're just bored listening to them." Hoffa flatly hit the nail on the head.

"I cut it, it's so boring."

The nun turned her head away and fiddled with her fingers in boredom, "The weather is really nice today."

"Um."

"Speaking of which, I also like this kind of sunny day."

She seemed to be talking to herself.

Hoffa didn't speak. After a while, she suddenly asked: "By the way, what's the name of your friend, the one who is going to borrow the boat?"

"Frank, Frank Dean."

"What does he do?"

"Smuggling goods."

Hoffa yawned: "Why do you care so much, you just need to go back to England by boat with peace of mind."

"How old is he, is he as old as you?"

"Hmph, it's my two elders."

"I guess so. It's really rare to run out at your age." Chloe spread her hands 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 ominous sound, and the steering wheel shook abnormally for a while.

crunch.

Hoffa pulled over to the side of the road.

At this moment, they came to a forest, the ground was a yellow-brown dirt road, towering rocks and hillsides on both sides, and some finely divided dandelion seeds were floating in the sky.

Chloe looked at the stretch of woods and asked, "Have we reached Normandy?"

"No, there is still some way to go, but there seems to be something wrong with the tires."

With that said, he opened the door and got out of the car to check.

It was only then that he discovered that the dirt road was covered with densely packed iron sheets, 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 nails in his hand and felt a haze in his heart. This was a trap set by man.

Could it be the group of German wizards?

He doesn't know.

However, he felt that the people of the Imperial Wizards 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, and squatted down to check the tires.

"Who is so wicked?"

"Wait for me here?"

Hoffa said to Chloe.

He dragged the vines and climbed towards the high point of the hillside. When he climbed to the top of the hillside, he could see the endless sea in the distance. There was a collection of low houses by the seaside, which you couldn't see unless you looked carefully.

Back at the car, Chloe was squatting on the ground, trying to clean up the broken nails from the road. Hoffa pulled her up and took their luggage from under the car roof.

Then, he lay down in the car, turned the car key, and took another brick and pressed it on the gas pedal. The Citroen with a flat tire made a roar, crushed the broken iron nails, and drove away all the way.

The dust from the car made Chloe cough. After coughing, she slowly straightened up,

"Hey, are we not driving anymore?"

"No, I'm afraid those German wizards will follow the rut to find it." He pointed to the nearby woods.

"Let's walk to the beach. If there are no accidents, my friend should be in this area."

Three hours later, the two walked through the seaside forest, and came to the gathering place they had seen before.

Also known as the Port of Le Havre.

It is said that the famous Impressionist painter Monet spent his childhood here, and many of his works use this place as the background.

Here in later generations is one of the largest ports in Europe.

But not now.

The current port of Le Havre is just a war-torn seaside town.

Due to its overly important geographical location, this little-known small port was once one of the most important turning points during World War II, the Normandy landing.

But that turning point will still be a year away, and even so, this place has already been ravaged by the flames of war.

Some broken old buildings are randomly stacked together like abstract art. There are also corpses of some soldiers or animals mixed in, and the air is filled with gunpowder smoke and stench, which reminds people of Picasso's famous painting "Guernica".

This place belongs entirely to the front line, and its tragedy far exceeds that of Paris.

"That friend of yours lives here?"

Chloe asked softly in an uncertain tone.

Hoffa didn't answer.

Will Frank be here? He wasn't too sure either.

Recalling the first time I saw him, that guy was selling voodoo potions in Normandy.

There are very few smugglers who can establish contact with the chaotic resistance organizations outside Europe, and Frank Dean is one of them. At one time, he miraculously tracked down certain sources, thus establishing stable relationships in more than a dozen cities. Alchemy equipment and potions flowed into those cut-off countries along an extremely concealed and precise route.

He sells everything from potions, firearms, watches, retractable knives, lighters, to tanks and ships, metal raw materials, almost everything you can think of, he has supplies.

"Let's go, look for it first and then talk."

Reluctantly following his memory, he walked towards the city of Normandy along the dilapidated buildings. Chloe had no idea. Although she was full of doubts, she followed behind Hoffa.

After walking along the coast for ten minutes, the road became extremely narrow. There were some low shacks and some dilapidated and dirty tents on both sides of the road. Some tents were located on the gravel, and some stiff soldiers could be seen between the cracks of the stones. corpse.

Those corpses were hung on the stone pillars, their postures were distorted, making people shudder, as if there was a sense of prohibition.

As the sea wind whistled, Hoffa approached one of the stone pillars. He saw clearly the identity of the dead soldier. He was wearing a khaki coat with the blue, white and red logo of the French Third Republic on his shoulder. He was a French soldier.

"The body has not decomposed yet, and it seems that the time of death has not been long."

Chloe said in a low voice.

Hoffa closed his eyes and stroked the stone pillar with his hand. After a while, a ring-shaped sculpture of hovering tentacles emerged on the pillar. It was the ring-shaped tentacles that firmly nailed the soldier to the stone pillar.

"These soldiers were killed by magic."

Hoffa murmured, "Transformation magic."

"Did German wizards do it?"

Chloe's expression became a little more dignified.

Hoffa shook his head and said nothing. He was new here and didn't know anything about this place.

After bypassing the ruins, the two came to the port of Le Havre.

After walking along the port for about ten minutes, they saw a boat parked at the pier. The boat was twenty meters long, covered with iron patches and painted with faded white paint. The photo ship Adventure is preparing to sail from Manhattan Harbor to Skull Island.

Here, they finally saw the figures of living people. They were a group of men carrying coal and wooden boards. They were naked from the upper body, with desperate expressions, wearing iron chains on their feet, and their skin was dark because of the soot.

Beside them, a few armed thugs in battered jackets stood on wooden boxes, watching them from the high ridge.

Just at this time, there was a skinny coal-carrying man who was probably overwhelmed and fell heavily to the ground. Black lumps of coal were scattered all over the place.

"Damn it, you lazy maggot!"

Accompanied by cursing, an armed thug jumped down from the wooden box, pulled out a whip, swung it high, and landed on the man with a crisp sound.

"Get up and go to work!"

The man didn't scream, but curled up into a ball, trembling slightly.

Chloe covered her mouth, she could no longer be calm, "Who are these people!?"

"Who are you referring to?"

"Who do you mean I mean?"

"The ones who beat people should be some privateering gangs nearby. They collected property on the wasteland after the war. As for those who were beaten... they should be their slaves."

"slave?"

Chloe raised her voice three degrees, "Are you sure?"

"It doesn't look like it?"

Several armed thugs heard their voices, and the man with the gun who was whipping the slave put away his whip and walked over quickly.

"Hey, you two, what are you doing?"

The overseer looked like some kind of African primate, with bulging muscles on his shoulders and arms. Ruddy cheeks, big mouth, crooked eyebrows, rough voice.

Chloe demanded: "Hey, you're that guy called Frank?"

"No, don't mess with me." Hoffa warned and pushed Chloe behind him. He looked at the baboon-looking thug in front of him: "I'm looking for Frank, your boss."

Unexpectedly, the man immediately drew out his gun, pointed at Hoffa's head, and asked, "Where did you come from?"

Hoffa was puzzled by the strange behavior of the other party, but out of caution, he raised his arm: "Paris."

Armed thug: "What are you here for?"

Hoffa was slightly annoyed, "Why don't you report to Frank Dean?" He whispered, "I don't want to cause trouble. Do you understand?"

"I'm sorry I can't do it." The man was unmoved: "I advise you to go back and forth wherever you come from."

Hoffa's face turned cold, and he took a step forward without saying a word, and directly held the muzzle of the gun. The eagle's logo was printed on the brown buttstock, which was made of thick mahogany, but it was bent by him.

boom! !

The gun exploded.

Hoffa let go of his hand, and the metal fragments splashed down and landed on the ground, "It's too unkind to point a weapon at its maker."

The man with the gun stumbled back, his face and arms were covered in blood from the fragments of the blasted gun, and he raised his palm and blew a whistle forcefully.

Hush! !

It's like poking a hornet's nest.

Numerous black muzzles protruded from all directions.

Behind each muzzle stands an armed thug with a gun.

Surrounded by groups, Hoffa stood in the open space and shouted loudly: "Frank, come out and meet me!"