219 Chapter 19, Killing Intent

After achieving his goal by hinting, Hoffa returned to Chloe, but he did not tell the nun that he had deceived the widow, only telling her that he had borrowed a boat.

The nun had nothing special to say about the news.

However, as soon as he packed their luggage, the nun disappeared, which frightened him.

He hurriedly dropped his luggage to look for her, but couldn't find her after searching for a long time.

As a result, when he returned to the cargo ship full of annoyance, the nun led a large group of people over from a distance. Those people were old and young, men and women, and they were all refugees.

Hoffa was stunned. He hurriedly handed over the suitcase in his hand to a sailor, and walked quickly to Chloe's side: "What the hell are you trying to do!?"

Chloe said, "I'm going to take them with me."

"No, no." Hoffa flatly refused.

"Why don't you take these people with you? They stay here to die."

"My little grandma, this boat is only about 30 meters long. It is a small transport boat. This kind of boat can only carry 20 or 30 people at most. And there are hundreds of refugees. exist in theory."

"Is there nothing you can do, the Untraceable Stretching Curse?"

"Magic can't change the nature of things. Even if I can stuff them into the cabin, there won't be enough food. Their fate will be worse than now."

Chloe looked at Hoffa suspiciously, "I don't believe it."

"Okay," Hoffa poked his waist, pointing to several supervisors in the distance.

"You don't have to believe it, but I don't care about this ship. You can ask that guy."

"Just ask."

Chloe said to the people behind her, "Wait for me here."

Hoffa watched Chloe walk towards the supervisors like a joke.

On the other side, Matthew was at the scene directing the sailors to carry the items.

After being reminded by his subordinates, he turned his head and cursed: "Hey, why did you bring them here?"

Chloe didn't panic at all, she said calmly, "I'm going to take them with me."

"So many people are taken away, what about supplies? You don't need to excrete on the boat. Do you have five loaves and two fish? You have to imitate Jesus, and you should follow suit yourself. Don't drag us into the water!"

"Hahaha!"

The sailors and armed thugs on the side laughed loudly, and the air was full of joy.

"Can you sympathize with your own kind?"

"Sorry, good man, I only know that the ones who want to blow up this place are our kind. You can save some words to the great head of state."

"you"

"What am I, crazy, they have something to do with me?" Matthew waved his hands irritably: "Go cool off, I'm not your father, there's no need to listen to you."

Chloe's face turned pale with anger, and Hoffa couldn't stand watching from a distance.

He sighed and stepped forward to hold her:

"I know your professional requirements, but you also have to respect the objective facts. You can't take so many people away. This ship is so big."

An old female refugee stepped forward. Standing in front of Hoffa and Chloe, she begged in a low voice: "It's okay, don't force it. If you can, just take these children away."

finished speaking,

"this"

Hoffa hesitated.

This request is not too much, there are only about a dozen children in the crowd. It's just that their destination is not the safe Switzerland, but Britain, where black witches are everywhere. Bring these oil bottles, I'm afraid it will be difficult to move an inch.

But Chloe agreed without hesitation.

"Okay, I promise you."

"Hold on here, and I'll be back."

She definitely said.

Hey, you two, can't come up yet?

An overseer shouted condescendingly from the side of the ship.

"We don't take everybody, we just take a few kids.

"If I say no, I won't do it. Either you two come up, or neither of you come up." Matthew poked his head out and said decisively.

His hands pulled the rope and stopped the two of them outside the deck.

Just when they were deadlocked, the widow Mary appeared on the gunwale:

"Let them come up."

"It's just a few kids, it doesn't take up much space and food," she said.

Chloe looked at Mary in surprise, and Matthew was also quite surprised.

"These people have nothing to do with us."

"It does matter, Matthew, please."

whispered the widow.

Seeing the weak appearance of the widow in front of him, the man softened after all, and he glared at the two of them viciously.

"You are lucky!"

His men untied the rope, and Chloe escorted the children onto the ship. When passing by Mary, she sincerely held the other party's hand: "Thank you, you have done a very noble thing."

Mary blushed and looked down.

"It should."

The smell of land was left behind, and the cargo ship sailed into the fresh breath of the morning sea. In a certain area of ​​water shortly after entering the sea, the phosphorescence of Sargassum sargassum flashes, and the current impacts on the cliffs of the abyss, stirring up vortices.

On the deck, those children happily gathered around Chloe and played around. After all, children are by nature, and the chaos and troubles of adults were quickly forgotten by them.

Widow Mary would bring them some food from time to time, and chat with Chloe from time to time.

After Mary agreed to let the refugee children board the ship, Chloe's attitude towards her was obviously much better.

She took the initiative to talk to Mary and helped her with some chores. As dusk approached, Hoffa even saw Chloe sitting on the deck with her, reciting a few poems for her in French.

While Chloe was reciting poems, Mary sat on the deck with her cheeks resting on her cheeks, looking at each other with sparkling eyes.

Their friendship seems to come more quickly than Hoffa imagined.

At dusk, when Hoffa was guarding Chloe on the second deck, the captain of the ship came to Hoffa with a few sailors: "Yo."

He had never seen these people before. Judging by their attire, they were not in the same group as Matthew's group of armed thugs.

One of the sailors took out a bottle of beer and handed it to Hoffa, looking very friendly.

Hoffa declined his beer and nodded politely: "Hello."

"Are you Frank's friend?"

asked the captain.

"Yes."

"Then you are... that kind of person?"

The captain's expression seemed to be a thief.

"What kind of person?"

Hoffa was puzzled.

"Frank kind of uh."

While asking, the captain looked at Hoffa, "A person who can use the magical black stick."

Hoffa understood what he was talking about.

Given the collapse of various social orders resulting from the World Wars, it is hardly surprising that Muggles knew about wizards.

"I don't have a wand, but I am a wizard," he replied.

"Without a wand, too.?"

The captain was suspicious.

"Hmm." Hoffa was noncommittal.

A few beer-drinking sailors folded their arms and looked curious.

Captain: "Excuse me, can you show us your hand?"

Hoffa smiled: "I'm not a juggler."

"Show me." The captain had a look of expectation on his face.

Several sailors nearby also echoed, "Let's open our eyes."

"You have nothing to lose by just looking at it."

Hoffa just smiled and lay on the railing, watching the sunset on the ocean in the distance, motionless.

After some persuasion to no avail, the sailors probably thought he was playing tricks, and their expressions became a little contemptuous, and the sailors who didn't want to make fun of themselves left him one after another.

Just a few steps away, there was an exclamation from behind.

"Huh?"

One of the sailors drinking beer suddenly found that the beer in his bottle could not be poured out.

He held up the bottle in doubt and looked at the sunset, only to see that the opening of the glass wine bottle in his hand was somehow entangled like a rope, and not a drop of wine could flow out.

But just now, the mouth of the wine bottle was still normal.

In this matter, all the sailors with beer discovered this problem and shouted in surprise.

The gray-haired boy sprawled over the railing raised an arm.

"It's best not to drink while sailing, understand?"

They looked at the boy's back, threw away the twisted bottle in their hands, and backed away.

Finally, the sun sank to the bottom of the sea and night fell.

The children on the deck were also tired from playing, and under Chloe's call, they all went to the cabin on the lower deck to start resting.

Mary's room for Hoffa was comfortable, with green plants in heavy brass pots and a tiled floor that looked like a worn marble chessboard. Rolling doors resemble gilt iron cages, and mahogany paneling smells of lemon oil and cigarillos.

He reclines in an armchair, the shaggy fibre-filling contrasting comfortably with the soft Belgian rug.

But he was not dazzled by the warmth, the destination of this ship was not England, he had to find a way to turn it around.

Just thinking about it. There was a knock on the door, and when it opened, it was Chloe.

Her face was full of excitement and happiness, and she turned around happily after entering the door: "I have a good idea, Hoffa."

"What?"

"When we return to England, I want to build a monastery there so that the group of children can live in it."

"Um."

"I think the woman named Mary is pretty good." Chloe said, "It's actually much better than I expected. Today she accompanied me to distribute food to the children."

"Um."

"When my monastery is built, Mary, I can ask her to be my deputy."

"Really?" Hoffa smiled.

He didn't tell her that Mary's goal wasn't England at all. In fact, the ship is not going to England at all now.

Chloe, "What about you?"

"I?"

"What are your arrangements? After you return to England."

After waiting for a long time after asking, Hoffa choked out a few words, "Let's talk."

The nun said enthusiastically:

"Why don't you come over after my monastery is built? I can open up a male monastery and invite a few priests to teach you about Christianity."

"snort"

Before she finished speaking, Hoffa chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?"

Chloe asked curiously.

"You want to preach to me?"

"Hey, can't you?"

"Did I tell you that my father is actually an oriental?"

"so what."

"There is a saying in the East that the world is not benevolent and treats everything as a straw dog. I don't believe in God, let alone believe that God cares about human beings, so no matter what you say, I won't believe it." Hoffa rejected Chloe flatly.

The nun's passionate expression froze and slowly disappeared. The boy in front of her is like a firefighter standing on an iceberg. No matter how she burns, there will always be cold water pouring down her head, making her extremely sober and disappointed.

She stood up: "I'm going back, it's very late, you should go to bed early."

"Um."

Chloe closed the door sullenly, in a bad mood.

The room was silent except for the sound of the engine.

Hoffa sat up in his chair. So far, Chloe still doesn't know where the ship is headed to. She only thinks that she has borrowed a ship, but the ship is not heading in the direction of her destination.

How to make the ship change its course and go to England has become the biggest problem in front of him.

His purpose is ulterior, and he is even less willing to tell others, but he must turn the boat, no matter what the cost is.

After thinking about it, his eyes focused on the chart hanging on the wall.

Now they are in the middle of the English Channel, which is only 560 kilometers long, not too wide, it can be said to be very narrow. At its narrowest point, the Strait of Dover is only 34 kilometers wide.

If you can find a relatively suitable position, you can turn around without anyone noticing.

Maybe it only takes two days, or even just one day. Perhaps by the time the crew reacted, the ship was already approaching the British coast.

At that time, I will transform into Thunderbird again, take Chloe to the British Isles, send it to London, and hand it over to Fatil, maybe...

Thinking of the excitement, he bit his lower lip, trembling slightly, and punched the palm of his hand.

After making up his mind, he opened the door without hesitation, and sneaked towards the captain's cabin in the dark.

The room leading to the captain's cabin was actually guarded by two armed thugs. This was no threat to Hoffa, who was good at stealth. He bypassed the guards and climbed to the top of the cabin like a chameleon. I want to adjust the route to the direction close to the UK without anyone noticing.

However, when he was standing against the wall at the door of the captain's cabin, he heard someone chatting in the captain's cabin.

"Has Mary rested?"

"rest."

"Where did you sleep?"

"Below deck number three, though."

"But what?"

"But you can't get there."

"Why?"

"Because she lives with that ugly nun."

"Shit, is it true or not?"

"real,

"Oh shit."

Hoffa poked his head out slightly and saw the scene in the room clearly.

Matthew put his feet on the instrument panel cursingly, held a wine bottle and cigarettes, and smoked. Beside him sat the captain whom he had seen during the day.

Matthew: "If you want me to say, the nun is ugly, but she still has a good figure, even with her head covered. Are you interested?"

"You don't mess around, Matthew. The kid next to her is a wizard."

"ha,"

Matthew stopped drinking his hand: "What did you say?"

"I told you not to do anything messy, that gray-haired boy is a wizard!" the captain warned in a low voice.

Matthew snapped his legs back from the cabinet.

"A wizard again!?"

"Yes, I went to test it during the day, and he can block the wine bottle without anyone noticing."

"Blocking the bottle? What the hell are you talking about?"

The captain mysteriously took out a knotted glass bottle from the cabinet and handed it to Matthew.

Staring at the wine bottle with wide eyes, Matthew heaved a sigh of relief, and he threw the bottle away: "That's it, I thought it was some great trick. This is far from real witchcraft." He waved his hand indifferently.

"What witchcraft have you ever seen?"

"Of course I've seen it. Do you know how Frank died?"

"How did you die?" The captain became curious,

Matthew showed a look of fear on his face, and fell into memories.

"I still remember that three days ago, Frank took us to sea to receive a batch of goods from the Americas. As a result, when the goods were delivered, the entire sea was inexplicably frozen.

Then, a man carrying a huge cross sword walked on the sea, like a statue of a god, he was unattainable and unstoppable.

With only one sword, the ship that Frank was on was cut off, and Frank jumped into the sea, trying to escape. But he grabbed it abruptly in his hand and cut it in half in the blink of an eye.

That day, all of Frank's smuggling ships were annihilated in the artillery fire, and it took less than three minutes. If you want to ask me what witchcraft is, that man uses witchcraft. "

After listening to Matthew's words, the captain looked at the wine bottle in his hand and threw him away angrily: "You actually teased me? Since that's not real witchcraft, what are we going to do with that ugly nun and gray-haired man?"

"Let's give him some medicine."

Frank said lightly, "Increase the dose, put it in breakfast and send it to him and that stupid nun tomorrow morning, and throw these two guys and the group of homeless boys into the sea earlier, so that I won't look sick."

"But Mrs. Dean?"

"Um?"

Matthew snorted a questioning drawl.

"Excuse me, what about Miss Mary?

"Let her go, her ears are soft, and she will be convinced after a little knocking. This time, I should teach him a lesson and let her know who is the boss here."

"I see."

Facing Matthew's madness, the captain echoed in a low voice.

After one hour.

The full moon hangs high above the sea.

The captain's cabin fell into silence, only the sound of snoring.

Hoffa came out of the darkness without a sound, and tiptoed around a few glass wine bottles on the ground.

Matthew was leaning on the leather chair at this moment, snoring with his head raised, and the saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth. The captain was lying in the gondola beside him, snoring loudly.

Standing beside the sleeping Matthew, Hoffa raised his right hand. His fingers grew and grew like vines, and gradually became entangled together, turning into a sharp spiral thorn.

He raised up the sharp spikes that were shining with cold light, and stabbed them heavily.

Just a second before the blood splattered on the spot, a screw cap flew from a distance and hit Hoffa's head with a bang.

He tilted his hand after suffering the pain, and the sharp cone barked once and deflected the target, passing under Matthew's temple. Straight pierced his ear.

The sleeping man screamed.

"Who is there!!"

He pushed Hoffa away hard, turned over and fell to the ground, and scrambled to get up again, seeing a pair of stunning golden eyes in the darkness.

The cry woke up the captain on the side, he pulled out a rifle from under the console with his backhand, and pointed at Hoffa tremblingly.

"Put your hands up!"