221 Chapter 21, Another Student

the other side.

It was more than fifty nautical miles away from the cargo ship that Hoffa was on.

A frigatebird hovered overhead in the oncoming breeze, then glided sideways, circled halfway and flew away.

The huge warship was floating on the sea. It was more than 200 meters long, 30 meters wide, and had a draft of 10 meters. The turret stood up like a tall building. The white smoke from three steam turbines and 12 boilers made his surroundings Covered with an ominous white mist.

Battleship Scharnhorst.

A German cruiser that once sank a British aircraft carrier.

If it is a weekday, at this point of noon, the deck should be very busy. Those who wipe the ground, load ammunition, maintain, even play cards and drink. But now, on the deck of the top battleship of the German Empire, the Scharnhorst, a needle drop can be heard quietly.

A few soldiers on duty stood at the entrance of the gun tower with guns, looking nervous. What made the soldiers who were ordered to maintain order on the deck so helpless was that they were facing five imperial wizards in black robes, and the notorious man sitting among the wizards.

I saw a man in military uniform sitting on a chair among five black-robed wizards, reading a newspaper. His skin was brown and red, and he was as thin as a whip handle. His shoulders, hands, and neck showed muscles. The polished leather boots looked unreal under the soft and hazy sunlight, the face under the reflective sunglasses was indifferent but frozen, the blue uniform was spotless, and the creases were like blades.

It was the German Gestapo colonel, Müller Mans.

The people he threw into the concentration camp claimed to add up to fill the entire Red Sea.

These visitors haven't spoken much since they first boarded the deck, but the strong dead air in the air makes these ordinary navy soldiers feel like a broken ship in the ocean, and they may be murdered at any time.

A soldier standing guard felt his butt itchy, but he was too embarrassed to reach out to scratch it, so he secretly pressed his butt against a raised screw cap on the iron wall behind him, and rubbed it slowly.

A black robe caught a glimpse of his movement and narrowed his eyes.

The soldier stopped rubbing in embarrassment.

"What about Dominic, why haven't you come out yet?"

The black robe asked coldly: "We have been waiting here for three hours, how long are we going to wait?"

The soldier who twisted his butt squeezed out a smile: "I'm sorry, the major is busy now, so it's not convenient to meet people, please wait a little longer."

The black robe sneered: "You said the same thing half an hour ago, and you still said the same thing half an hour ago."

Soldier:"."

Colonel Mance, who was reading the newspaper, smiled and said, "Calm down, Aldo. Major Dominique has a lot to do every day."

The soldier looked relieved.

The black robe named Aldo said annoyedly: "Why did we come to Normandy to arrest someone, and we have to inform Dominique?"

Mance didn't raise his head, and said calmly: "This is polite, we can't just break into other people's territory like this, without even making an announcement, and even if we don't respect Dominic, we must respect the adults behind him. "

There was the sound of heavy footsteps on the deck.

"I'm coming!"

A black-robed wizard said, and the other black-robed men raised their necks and calmed down their impatience.

The door leading to the cabin from the battleship deck was pushed open by several soldiers bending over.

A fat figure was carried out on a stretcher. His thick arms were hanging limply on the edge of the stretcher, and blood was slowly dripping down from it.

"That's... Dominic?"

A black robe asked with a frown.

"How can it be."

Mance smiled, and he continued to turn a page of the newspaper.

Several soldiers carrying stretchers walked to the side of the ship and lifted the stretchers like dumping garbage. Throw the fat guy down, and the unlucky guy fell off the battleship like a rag doll, and landed in the sea with a plop.

Soon, the sea water was churning, and countless black shark fins drilled out of the turbid sea water, swallowing the thrown guy in the blink of an eye.

After throwing away the corpse, the soldier opened the door and returned to the cabin. The black-robed wizards turned their heads indifferently, not paying too much attention. Not long after, heavy footsteps were heard on the deck again.

"Is it coming?"

The black robe looked dignified again, and some people even adjusted their robes.

This time, a two-meter muscular man stumbled and pushed open the cabin door. He covered his mouth and chest, and fell heavily to the ground as soon as he went out, with the spine on his back sticking out.

"This is.?"

The black wizard was stunned.

"no."

Mance continued to shake his head.

The burly man who fell to the ground twitched, and the blood gushed out from his back, spreading to the feet of the black-robed wizard in the blink of an eye.

Several soldiers followed him out of the cabin, picked up the strong man without any surprises, and threw him into the sea just like throwing the fat man just now.

Under the action of gravity, the man plopped into the water.

The sea water boiled, a group of sharks danced wildly, and swallowed up the two unknown guys in the blink of an eye.

The black robe made no sound.

At this time, a young lieutenant pushed open the iron door, walked up to several black-robed wizards, and bowed slightly.

"Major, please."

"Very good."

Mance closed the newspaper with a smile, folded his legs, and sat up from the chair on the deck.

The lieutenant led a group of people down the deck. The lights in the cabin flickered on the face of Colonel Muellermans. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the steel machine with great interest.

The discolored beige walls are speckled with spreading rust. Every few meters a battery-operated fluorescent light hangs from the steel beams, casting an ugly greenish light, intense but uneven.

It didn't take long for them to follow the young lieutenant to the bottom of the deck, a place similar to a boxing ring.

In the middle of the ring, two men were fighting each other. One of the strong men pinched the other man's spine and beat his abdomen continuously. The beaten man spit out sticky scarlet substance. There was a strong smell of blood in the air, as if you were in a slaughterhouse.

Soon, one of the men lost to the other and was directly pressed to the ground and slammed to death.

He stood up, looked at the few people entering the boxing ring, stretched his neck, and walked towards them.

Several black robes snickered disdainfully, "What a shame, is he a wizard or a boxer?"

But soon, their laughter disappeared after the man approached.

This is a man with an astonishing appearance. He is covered with scars, is three meters tall, and has extremely well-developed muscles all over his body. Just looking at him can make people feel intimidated.

"Hi, Ethan, long time no see."

Colonel Mance raised his head enthusiastically and greeted the man in front of him.

"Mance."

The man's voice rumbled like thunder, and the soldier next to him helped him take off his gloves and handed him a glass of milky white milk.

The glass was as big as a normal human head. He took it and drank it down. The blood in his hand left a bright red palm print on the milky white cup.

Mance: "You are in good spirits. I heard that you have almost wiped out all the Allied transport ships in this area recently. Lord Grindelwald should be very satisfied."

"Um."

Dominique snorted coldly, "More milk."

The soldier standing aside refilled his washbasin-sized cup with a large amount of milky white liquid.

He raised his head and gulped down the gulp.

After drinking the milk, the half-giant asked, "What are you doing here? There aren't enough things to do in Paris or the life of the Wizarding Association is too leisurely."

"Not at all, my friend. I recently lost an important source of information. Chloe Flamel, the descendant of alchemist Nick Flamel, is now in your jurisdiction."

"Then what?"

"And then?" Mance asked back, "Aren't you going to do something?"

Dominic smiled, and his eyes finally focused on Mance's face: "If you want to arrest someone, you can arrest him. You don't need to inform me, Colonel."

He intentionally bit the word Colonel very hard, then turned around and said, "More milk."

(The soldier brings a larger jar.)

Mance: "If you can, you can understand it as a kind request."

He raised his head and drank the milk: "Don't you have many wizards under your command? Let them do it for you. Are they so useless that they can't even catch a woman?"

The bitter sarcasm made Mance's black-robed wizards commotion, and some even took a step forward and drew out their wands.

Mance didn't care about Dominique's sarcasm. He laughed and raised his hand to stop the commotion of his subordinates.

"Her magic ability is a bit slippery, once activated it is difficult to stop, and you are a famous wizard killer, almost no wizard can escape from you, so I would like to ask you to help once."

"Then what is the reward?"

Mance: "Let me tell you a story, Major."

Dominic adjusted his gloves without raising his head, "Say."

"My grandfather saw a super sailing warship in Spain during the Battle of Cape St. Vincent in 1797, the Santa Trinidad. This ship is the only four-decked warship in Spain. Equipped with 140 artillery pieces.

At that time, it was the top battleship in the world, and no one knew that he would lose. But it is a pity that in less than ten years, it lost to the British Victory at sea, and has never recovered.

And when my father was young, he used to work for the Vulcan shipyard. At that time, the Qing government in the Far East ordered two warships from my father's shipyard, Dingyuan and Zhenyuan.

The displacement is 7,000 tons, the armor thickness is 12 to 14 inches, and the main armament is four 12-inch main guns. It was the largest warship in the Far East at that time. For a time the limelight was the same.

However, they were sunk in the Yellow Sea by the little-known Japanese navy in less than ten years after they entered the sea. "

After he finished speaking slowly, Dominic's face became very ugly, "What do you want to express, Colonel?"

"Actually, what I want to say is that the fate of people is actually the same as that of these ships. If you can be in the limelight today, you may die tomorrow. No one knows what the fate of the future will be."

He said sincerely: "But God's mercy occasionally allows me and other mortals to have a chance to glimpse the secrets of the sky. This opportunity is now in front of you and me, Ethan, as long as you can bring Chloe Flamel back, I can share with you the opportunity to peek into the future."

There was a moment of silence.

Dominic sneered: "I see."

"What do you understand?"

"I understand. That's why you, as a Muggle, can get so many wizards to serve you. Right?"

Mance's face changed slightly, but he still said calmly: "I promise to see the future, yes, but this is not demagoguery."

"Not interested, please go back."

Dominic stood up and waved his hand.

"Next!"

The soldiers standing aside immediately opened the iron cage in the arena, and two more burly men were escorted out.

Dominic moved his muscular neck, jumped high, and jumped into the boxing ring.

Mance's face was gloomy for a moment, but in a blink of an eye, he returned to normal. He took a step forward and lay down on the guardrail of the boxing ring:

"I heard that you defeated ten faceless gargoyles in 1928, and three Luxembourg giants by yourself in 1935. In 1939, you were arrested for killing 36 members of the British Violet Wizards." Grindelwald took him as a protégé, and from then on he became known as the wizard-killer, right?"

Dominique: "What do you want to say, hurry up."

"I used to be a giant destroyer, a wizard killer, but now I'm here to fight some ordinary Muggles, isn't it boring!?"

boom! !

A strong Muggle man was thrown out, breaking the guardrail, hitting the iron wall, and smashed into a pile of meatloaf.

Bits of blood splashed on the faces of the black robes. They resisted their fear and stood there stiffly, motionless.

Dominic walked slowly in front of Mance. At this moment, his already tall figure appeared taller, almost blocking all the light.

"Don't tell me what to do, Mance. If you don't like it, you can come down with me to play. If you're happy, maybe I'll help you find that LeMay."

"No, I don't want to kill myself."

Mance spread his hands calmly, "However, as a reward, I can introduce you to a better opponent."

"No one in this sea area is my opponent."

"That's right. Miss Flamel has a guard by her side. He is also a student of Lord Grindelwald. You should have heard of it."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Hoffa Bach.