On the sea.
A pure white bra slowly descended from the sky.
Three speedboats broke through the waves and headed towards an old lifeboat in the distance.
The lifeboat stopped on the sea, the hull vibrating rhythmically with the waves. There were two women and a man in the cabin.
On the deck, moans were incessant.
"Ahhh …"
"Be gentle …"
"It hurts!"
The girl's back was exposed as she lay on the deck.
A woman caressed the girl's face and said in a trembling voice, "Bear with it, my dear. Just bear with it."
Behind her, the young man pressed one hand on her back and covered her mouth with the other. He stabbed her forcefully.
The girl let out a muffled groan.
Sweat dripped from the young man's chin onto the girl's back.
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Time, three days ago, Normandy.
An old Citroen was bumping along the iron-gray road. It had a dirty yellow color and a few large suitcases were tied on top with ropes.
In the car, a gray-haired young man was wearing a checkered shirt, black ripped jeans, and a pair of blue canvas shoes. He looked like an ordinary muggle.
In the front passenger seat was a nun wearing a black and white headdress. The nun had a hideous scar on her face.
The two of them were Hoffa and Chloe who had left Paris. Not long ago, they rented an old car that had changed hands countless times and headed towards Normandy by the sea. They planned to depart from here, cross the English Channel, and head to England.
In the car, the car radio was playing an unknown wizard talk show. The nun was curled up on the chair, listening to the German wizard radio station.
"… Welcome to the Night of Monsters Story Club. I am Oren Bryan. Today, we are going to talk about the monster Leviathan, an ancient demon.
According to legend, it and its tribe had been living in the dark sea. But Leviathan was an anomaly. As a demon, it yearned for the light on the surface of the land and the sea.
So one day, it made a wish with the wizard in its tribe to go to the surface of the sea to see the true appearance of the sun.
The wizard promised it and gave it the ability to float on the surface of the sea. But he also warned it that it had to return to the bottom of the sea when the sun set, or it would be abandoned by its tribe forever.
Leviathan agreed to the wizard's request.
At dawn, it rose to the surface of the sea from the deep.
In that second, it was stunned by the unparalleled beauty of dawn and sunlight.
It stared blankly at the sun. Even when the sun set, it did not return to the bottom of the sea.
Just like that, Leviathan indulged in 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 discovered that its companions at the bottom of the sea were long dead. Everything it knew had turned into nothingness in the long river of time.
It was forgotten by the God of Death, forever drifting alone in the ocean, repeating its monotonous and boring life day after day, waiting … "
Patter.
The radio in the car was turned off by the sleepy Hoffa.
He was holding the steering wheel tiredly. His elbow was leaning against the glass, and his cheek was resting on his fist. He looked like an experienced driver.
"What are you doing? I'm listening to the stories around here," Chloe complained.
"You've been listening for an entire day. Can you really remember that much?"
"You're not me. How do you know I can't remember?"
"Because you're just bored listening to them." Hoffa hit the nail on the head.
"I … Tsk, it's so boring."
The nun turned her head away and played with her fingers in boredom. "The weather is so good today."
"Yeah."
"Speaking of which, I also like this kind of sunny day."
She seemed to be talking to herself.
Hoffa did not reply. After a while, she suddenly asked, "By the way, what's the name of your friend? The one who wants to borrow the boat?"
"Frank, Frank Dean."
"What does he do?"
"He smuggles goods."
Huo Fa yawned. "Why do you care so much? You just need to take the ship back to England."
"How old is he? Is he the same age as you?"
"Hmph, he's the same age as me."
"I guessed so. It's rare to see someone your age running around." Chloe spread her hands and sighed.
At this moment, the car bumped up and down, as if it had hit something protruding on the road. The tires screeched ominously, and the steering wheel shook abnormally.
Screech.
Hoffa stopped the car by the side of the road.
At this moment, they came to a forest. The ground was a yellowish-brown dirt road, with towering rocks and hills on both sides. Some fine dandelion seeds floated in the air.
Chloe looked at the forest and asked, "Are we in Normandy?"
"No, there's still some distance to go, but there seems to be something wrong with the tires."
Saying that, he opened the door and got out to check.
Only then did he find that the dirt road was densely covered with iron shards. Some of the iron shards had pierced the left front tire of his old Citroen into a sieve.
Hoffa picked up one of the iron shards. He looked at the iron shards in his hand, and his heart was shrouded in a haze. This was a man-made trap.
Could it be that group of German wizards?
He was not sure.
However, he felt that the people of the Imperial Wizard Association would not stoop to such low and vulgar methods.
At this moment, Chloe opened the door and got out. She looked at the iron shards on the road and squatted down to check the tires.
"Who's so wicked?"
"Can you wait for me here?"
Hoffa said to Chloe.
He pulled the vines and climbed to the top of the hill. When he reached the top of the hill, he could see the endless sea in the distance. There was a cluster of low houses by the sea, which could not be seen without looking carefully.
Returning to the car, Chloe was squatting on the ground, trying to clean up the iron shards on the road. Hoffa pulled her up and took their luggage from under the roof of the car.
Then, he lay in the car, turned the key, and pressed a brick on the accelerator. The Citroen with a burst tire roared, crushing the iron shards as it sped away.
The dust from the car made Chloe cough. After coughing, she slowly straightened her back.
"Hey, aren't we driving?"
"No, I'm afraid that those German wizards will follow the tracks and find us." He pointed to the forest beside them.
"We'll walk to the beach. If there are no accidents, my friend should be in this area."
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Three hours later, the two of them walked through the layers of seaside forest and arrived at the place they saw before.
It was the so-called Port of Le Havre.
Legend has it that the famous impressionist painter Monet spent his childhood here, and many of his works were set in this place.
In later years, this place was one of the largest ports in Europe.
But not now.
The current Port of Le Havre was just a seaside town ravaged by war.
Due to its important geographical location, this little-known small port was one of the most important turning points during World War II, the Normandy landing.
However, there was still a year before that turning point arrived. Even so, this place had already been ravaged by the flames of war and was in a complete mess.
Some broken old buildings were randomly stacked together like abstract art. There were also some corpses of soldiers and animals. The air was filled with smoke and stench, reminding people of Picasso's famous painting "Guernica."
This place was completely at the front line, and the level of devastation was far worse than Paris.
"That … friend of yours lives here?"
Chloe asked in an uncertain tone.
Hoffa didn't answer.
Would Frank be here? He wasn't too sure.
He recalled the first time he saw him, that guy was selling voodoo potions in Normandy.
There were only a few smugglers who could establish contact with the chaotic resistance outside Europe, and Frank Dean was one of them. He once miraculously traced some of their origins, and thus established a stable relationship in more than a dozen cities. Alchemy equipment and potions flowed through an extremely hidden and precise route into the countries that were cut off.
He sold everything, from small potions, guns, watches, scalpels, lighters, tanks, ships, and metal raw materials. He supplied almost everything you could think of.
"Let's go, let's look around first."
He reluctantly followed his memory, and walked along the broken buildings towards the city of Normandy. Chloe didn't have any ideas, although she was full of doubts, she still followed behind Hoffa.
After walking along the coast for ten minutes, the road became abnormally narrow, and some low huts and dilapidated and dirty tents appeared on both sides of the road. Some of the tents sat on top of the gravel, and between the cracks of the stones, there were some stiff corpses of soldiers.
The corpses were hung on the stone pillars, and their posture was twisted, making people shudder, as if they were forbidden.
In the whistling sea wind, Hoffa approached one of the stone pillars, and he saw the identity of the dead soldier. He was wearing a khaki coat, and there was the blue, white, and red emblem of the French Third Republic on his shoulder. It was a French soldier.
"The body hasn't decomposed yet, seems to have died not long ago."
Chloe said in a low voice.
Hoffa closed his eyes, and touched the stone pillar with his hand. Not long after, a circle-shaped sculpture of a circle-shaped tentacle appeared on the pillar, and it was the circle-shaped tentacle that firmly nailed the soldier to the stone pillar.
"These soldiers were killed by magic."
Hoffa murmured, "Transformation magic."
"Was it done by the German wizards …"
Chloe's expression became a bit more serious.
Hoffa shook his head without saying anything. 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 ship docked at the dock. The ship was about twenty meters long, and the body of the ship was full of iron patches and painted with faded white paint. It looked like the camera ship Adventure that was ready to sail from Manhattan to Skull Island at any time.
Here, they finally saw the figures of living people. It was a group of men carrying coal and wooden planks on their backs. Their upper bodies were naked, and their expressions were desperate. There were chains on their feet, and their skin was dark because of the coal stains.
Beside them, several armed thugs in shabby jackets stood on wooden boxes, watching them from above.
At this moment, a skinny man carrying coal fell to the ground heavily, probably unable to bear the burden. Black coal scattered all over the ground.
"Damn it, you lazy maggot!"
An armed thug jumped down from the wooden box, took out a whip, and swung it high. With a crisp sound, the whip landed on the man's body.
"Get up and get to work!"
The man didn't scream. He just curled up into a ball and trembled slightly.
Chloe covered her mouth. She could no longer stay calm. "Who are these people!?"
"Who are you referring to?"
"Who do you think I am referring to?"
"The ones who beat him should be some of the nearby privateers. They are collecting treasures in the wasteland after the war. As for those who were beaten … they should be their slaves."
"Slaves?"
Chloe's voice rose three octaves. "Are you sure?"
"Don't they look like them?"
Several armed thugs heard the voices of the two men. The gunman who was whipping the slaves put away his whip and quickly walked over.
"Hey, you two, what are you doing?"
The supervisor looked like some primate in Africa. His shoulders and arms were full of bulging muscles. His cheeks were rosy, his mouth was big, his eyebrows were crooked, and his voice was rough.
Chloe asked, "Hey, are you that guy called Frank?"
"No, don't mess up my face." Hoffa warned and pushed Chloe behind him. He looked at the baboon-like thug in front of him. "I'm looking for Frank, your boss."
Unexpectedly, the man immediately took out his gun and pointed it at Hoffa's head. "Where are you from?"
The man's strange behavior puzzled Hoffa, but out of caution, he raised his arm. "Paris."
The armed thug asked, "What are you doing here?"
Hoffa was slightly annoyed. "Why don't you inform Frank Dean?" He whispered. "I don't want to get into trouble. Do you understand? "
"Sorry, I can't do that." The man was unmoved. "I advise you to go back to where you came from."
Hoffa's face turned cold. Without another word, he stepped forward and grabbed the muzzle. The brown stock of the gun was printed with an eagle symbol. It was made of thick mahogany, but he bent it.
Boom!!
The gun exploded.
Huo Fa loosened his grip and the metal shards fell to the ground. "Pointing a weapon at its creator, isn't that a little too unkind?"
The man with the gun stumbled back. His face and arms were bleeding from the fragments of the gun. He raised his hand and whistled.
Shh!!
It was like poking a hornet's nest.
Countless black muzzles stretched out from all directions.
Behind each muzzle stood an armed thug with a gun.
Surrounded, Hoffa stood in the open and roared, "Frank, come out and see me! “
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