Chapter 84

The Gestapo, the German national secret police, was at its strongest in all German theaters, including other Axis powers in Europe. Just Jews, this organization killed 5.27 million people, almost killing half of the Jews in Europe. It can be called the most terrifying and notorious murder machine in human history.

Hoffa never imagined that he would be so unlucky to meet such a horrible existence even if he had a meal.

Seeing the three German Gestapo come in, Hoffa swallowed, and turned his head mechanically. He and Sylby looked at each other, and found that Sylby's cheeks were swollen, and a shrimp head fell from his lips. When they got down, both of them saw the astonishment in each other's eyes.

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

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

"Heil Hitler!!"

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

"Heil Hitler!!"

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

The Gestapo with the gold-rimmed glasses looked at Hoffa, and then his eyes shifted to Sylby, who gulped down the food in his mouth. Sitting motionless in position.

He could neither raise his hand nor speak any German.

Hoffa raised his left hand at 45 degrees, expressionless, but his instep was already arched. Eyeballs scanned the surroundings, analyzing the escape route, and were always ready to run.

However, the leading Gestapo with glasses didn't make things difficult for Hoffa. He stared at the motionless Sylby, pushed his glasses, turned his gaze to the wheelchair, and stopped at the swastika on the wheelchair. few seconds.

Nod.

He put down his hand with a swish, and took a few of his subordinates to sit on the table only 2 meters away from Hoffa.

With the soul back in place, Hoffa let out a sigh of relief and sat down slowly.

Sylby's lips moved, her eyes widened, and her voice was lowered.

"what to do!!!"

"Shh don't talk."

Hoffa glared at Sylby and spoke with his lips.

"I"

"Hush!!"

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

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

He can only do this now, if he sees the three Gestapo and leaves immediately, then he must think with his toes that there must be something wrong with him.

Although as a wizard, he possesses powerful magic such as Ghost Walk and Broken Grip, he is not very good for the Gestapo itself.

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

The fork jingled and moved, and Hoffa mechanically picked up the food and stuffed it into his mouth. Then mechanically picked up the water glass and drank water.

The Gestapo next to them took off their hats, chatted and laughed, and began to puff. A group of waiters circled around them.

Being in such an environment, Hoffa felt that his taste buds had lost their function, and he couldn't taste the exquisite Spanish meal in front of him.

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

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

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

The Gestapo asked with a smile: "Gruppe Drohne?" (of the Drone Squad?)

Hoffa arched his instep and tightened his right hand on the stool. He had absolutely no idea what the other person was asking, he couldn't understand German.

But seeing the smiling face of the Gestapo, Hoffa nodded silently. The best way to end the conversation is to affirm the other party's question.

The Gestapo smiled slightly and asked, "Was ist los MIT euch beiden?" (Is it just you two?)

After speaking, his eyes drifted between Hoffa and Sylby.

Hoffa still couldn't understand, and nodded with a smile, indicating that everything you said was right.

"Kommen und MIT mir?"

(Want to come and join us?) said the Gestapo.

Hoffa nodded with a smile.

So the other party also laughed.

But Hoffa just laughed and didn't actually move.

The Gestapo with gold-rimmed glasses felt that something was wrong, and he waited for a long time before Hoffa went to sit with them. His smile gradually faded away.

"Was bewegt Sich nicht?" (Why are you not moving?)

Seeing the other party's expression, Hoffa didn't dare to nod his head. His palms were sweating profusely. This time, things got serious.

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

Say a few words. You have to say a few words.

But he doesn'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 him, and frowned.

Hoffa's back was soaked and he had to say something.

say something.

say something.

German

German!

So, under the watchful eyes of the three Gestapo, Hoffa, who was driven into a desperate situation, slightly raised the brim of his hat, coughed lightly and said indifferently: "I'm coming to HEB province."

The doubts still existed on the faces of the officers. They looked at each other, not quite understanding the answer. The leader, the Gestapo with gold-rimmed glasses, thought for a moment, then nodded clearly.

“Nur ihr beide?” (Special task?)

Hoffa nodded.

The Gestapo politely raised his goblet.

"Viel Erfolg." (Happy mission.)

Hoffa raised his glass too, and nodded with a smile.

He raised his head and drank water to hide his embarrassment.

After drinking, he turned around.

Hoffa put down the glass tremblingly, but seeing the astonished eyes of Sylby on the opposite side, he mouthed in shock and said, "You can speak German?"

"Why didn't you earlier"

Hoffa kicked him hard under the wheelchair, signaling him not to make any unusual mouth movements.

The forks continued to jingle, and the table next to them began to serve food.

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

step,

two steps,

three steps,

four steps

The exit was getting closer and closer, and the soldiers in the jeep were smoking and chatting. Seeing Hoffa coming out, they all stood at attention, raised their guns, and raised their left hands.

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

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

The sound has no temperature.

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

Hoffa shuddered, but didn't answer. Heart hit rock bottom.

Although he couldn't understand what the other party was saying, it was obvious that the other party was questioning the shape of his hat. He was afraid that Muggles would not recognize him, so he didn't change his hat into Lutrov's weird pointed wizard hat. .

Now, something went wrong.

Seeing that Hoffa was silent, the three Gestapo all stood up. The atmosphere suddenly became extremely dignified.

At this time, the diners in the hotel looked over one after another, their eyes seemed to be like laser rays.

Hoffa understood that the German vocabulary was completely exhausted and that it would be a matter of time before exposure.

He glanced at the exit. The illusion spell is not very advisable, with so many people and so many guns, if you shoot them, you will definitely die.

But if you want to use the ghost walk, the environment in the restaurant is very crowded. If you want to push a wheelchair to run, I'm afraid you won't be able to run very far in ten seconds.

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

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

It is not advisable to run outside the door, you must change the direction.

So Hoffa turned around blankly.

Looking straight at the three Gestapo, they had already inserted their hands into the holsters around their waists.

Hoffa's eyes froze suddenly, and he looked towards the second floor of the restaurant.

"Führer!"

(head of state)

Upon hearing his shout, all the Gestapo raised their heads.

boom! !

At this second, Hoffa started the life transformation, and the veins in his arm burst out.

He lifted up a piece of tabletop and lifted it up, and the tabletop rolled and smashed towards the three Gestapo.

The thick and hot Spanish red oil soup mixed with boiling hot seafood hit the man with gold-rimmed glasses on the face.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

The crowd screamed, and all the soldiers outside who were about to salute were stunned. They were clever and all raised their weapons.

The Gestapo who was hit by the table stumbled back two steps, fell to the ground, and immediately howled out. He was covered in colorful soup, bent down in extreme pain, and yelled frantically: "Tte ihn!!"

(kill him!!!)

The other two Gestapo took out their pistols without hesitation, pulled the trigger frantically, and fired indiscriminately as Hoffa disappeared.

Da da da da! ! !

As soon as the gunshot rang out, before the bullet was fired, Hoffa grabbed the back of Sylby's wheelchair with one hand.

Ghost Walk!

Both of them disappeared into the material world together.

The restaurant was full of flames and bullets flying everywhere!

The crowd screamed and ran away with their heads in their hands.

The soldiers yelled, jumped out of the jeep with their guns in their hands, and rushed into the store.

The Gestapo whose eyes were burned rolled on the ground, covering his eyes. Several soldiers fetched water and poured water on his face, trying to help him, but he pushed the soldiers away. Roaring with swollen eyes: "Find him, kill him!!

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

In the gray and white world, Hoffa pushed Sylby and ran wildly.

Rows of tiles blasted to pieces on the ground behind him, and enclaves of wood and broken wine bottles littered the place.

The main entrance was firmly blocked by Muggle soldiers, so Hoffa could only run in the opposite direction.

Ten seconds later, Hoffa pushed the wheelchair.

It rushed into the backstage of the hotel's kitchen at an extremely fast speed.

The waiter in the back kitchen was rushing back and forth with the plates, when suddenly a boy rushed in pushing a wheelchair, screaming, and smashed a basin of chocolate cake into Sylby's face.

Behind, several soldiers rushed forward in a mess.

Two of the soldiers rushed too fast and got stuck in the door holding their guns. They raised their guns and shot.

Hoffa pushed the waiter beside him away, pushed him away from the ballistic trajectory, and then bent down himself, pushing the wheelchair forward under the marble operating table.

Flames! Gravel splash! Pots and pans flying around!

There was a pause in the gunfire.

The chocolate-faced Sylby shook his head with excitement, with an expression that had reached an intracranial orgasm: "My God!! Brother, it's so interesting to be with you."

How could Hoffa have time to pay attention to him, grabbed the scarf splashed with chocolate sauce on his chest and stuffed it into his mouth, blocking his madness.

boom! Behind them, two soldiers stuck behind the door were kicked away by the Gestapo.

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

"Scum!!"

Then he slammed open the back door of the kitchen and entered an alley full of trash cans.

The Gestapo saw Hoffa flashing past, so they raised their pistols and fired randomly at the restaurant. He shattered countless porcelains, and the fragments from the explosion accidentally injured countless of his soldiers.

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

The Gestapo who caught up and was poured with hot oil was trembling with anger, and roared sharply: "Search, find that pretender!"

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