The Gestapo, Germany's national secret police. At its peak, it was spread throughout the German war zone, including the other Axis countries in Europe. Just the Jews alone, this organization killed 5.27 million people, almost half of the Jews in Europe. It was known as the most terrifying and notorious murder machine in human history.
Hoffa never thought that he would be so unlucky to encounter such a terrifying existence while eating.
Seeing the three German Gestapo come in, Hoffa swallowed his saliva and turned his head mechanically. He and Silby looked at each other and found that Silby's cheeks were bulging. A shrimp head fell from his lips. The two saw the shock in each other's eyes.
The three Gestapo also saw the two "colleagues" sitting in the middle of the restaurant.
One of the Gestapo wearing gold-rimmed glasses nodded at 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 movement was quite standard. He raised his left hand. But he lowered his head, afraid that the other party would see his young face and be suspicious.
The Gestapo wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked at Hoffa, then turned his gaze to Silby. Silby swallowed the food in his mouth. He sat motionless in his seat.
He could not raise his hand, nor could he speak any German.
Hoffa raised his left hand at a 45 degree angle. His face was expressionless, but his feet were arched. The wand slipped out of his sleeve silently. His eyes scanned the surroundings, analyzing the escape route.
However, the leader of the Gestapo wearing glasses did not give Hoffa too much trouble. He stared at the motionless Silby, pushed his glasses up, and turned his gaze to the wheelchair. Then, his gaze stopped at the symbol for a few seconds.
He nodded.
He put down his hand and led his men to sit at a table only two meters away from Hoffa.
With his soul back in place, Hoffa exhaled and slowly sat down.
Silby's lips moved, his eyes widened, and he lowered his voice.
"What should we do?!"
"Shh, don't talk."
Hoffa glared at Silby and mouthed, "You're right."
"Me?"
"Shhh!!"
Hoffa kicked him under the table. The wheelchair shook, and Silby shut up.
Hoffa puffed out his chest and began to eat without saying a word. That's right, he started eating.
This was the only thing he could do now. If he ran away as soon as he saw the three Gestapo, then he would have to use his toes to think that there was something wrong with him.
As a sorcerer, he had powerful spells like Ghost Walk and Crushing Grasp. He wasn't afraid of the Gestapo themselves.
However, the three jeeps outside were no joke. Even an adult adept would not be able to ignore these killing machines.
The fork clanked as Hoffa mechanically picked up the food and stuffed it into his mouth. Then, he mechanically picked up the cup and gulped down the water.
The Gestapo next to him took off their hats, chatted and laughed, and began to smoke. A group of waiters walked around them.
In such an environment, Hoffa felt that his taste buds had lost their function. He couldn't taste the exquisite Spanish meal in front of him at all.
At this moment, a snow-white cigarette suddenly fell on Hoffa's table, rolled twice, and stopped.
Hoffa turned his head mechanically. The Gestapo wearing gold-rimmed glasses leaned lazily against the back of the chair, holding a cigarette in his hand and tapping it on the silver metal cigarette case. He was smiling at him.
Hoffa's palms began to sweat unconsciously, but a kind smile appeared on his pale face as he nodded at him.
The Gestapo asked with a smile, "Gruppe?
Drohne? "(Drone Unit?)
Hoffa arched his legs and tightened his right hand on the chair. He had no idea what the other party was asking. He didn't understand German.
But looking at the Gestapo's smiling face, Hoffa nodded silently. The best way to end the conversation was to confirm the other party's question.
The Gestapo's smile faded slightly and he asked, "Was
Beiden? "(Just the two of you?)
After that, his gaze wandered between Hoffa and Silby.
Hoffa still didn't understand. He smiled and nodded, indicating that whatever the Gestapo said was right.
“kommen
mir?”
(Do you want to come over and join us?) The Gestapo said.
Hoffa smiled and nodded.
So the other party also smiled.
But Hoffa only smiled. In fact, he didn't move.
The Gestapo wearing gold-rimmed glasses felt that something was wrong. He waited for a long time, but Hoffa didn't go over to sit with them. His smile gradually faded.
“was
Nicht? "(Why aren't you moving?)
Looking at the other party's expression, Hoffa didn't dare to nod. His palms were sweating. This time, things were serious.
Obviously, the other party was waiting for him to speak.
He had to say something. He had to say something.
But he didn't know how to speak German.
What to do?
What German would he know? What German would he know?
The three Gestapo at the table all turned their heads and looked at him, frowning.
Hoffa's back was soaked with sweat. He had to say something.
Say something.
Say something.
German!
Suddenly, Hoffa had an idea. Under the gaze of the three Gestapo, he lifted the brim of his hat slightly, coughed softly, and said calmly, "I'm from Hebei Province." (German for: I'm alone)
The confusion on the faces of the Gestapo disappeared. They looked at each other and then nodded in understanding.
“
Beide? "(Special mission?)
Hoffa nodded.
The Gestapo politely raised his goblet.
“viel
Erfolg. "(Happy mission.)
Hoffa also raised his goblet and nodded with a smile.
He raised his head to drink to hide his embarrassment.
After drinking, the other party turned around.
Hoffa put down his goblet with trembling hands. However, he saw Silby's stunned eyes across from him. He mouthed in shock, "You speak German?"
"Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Hoffa kicked him hard under the wheelchair, indicating for him to stop mouthing anything unusual.
The forks continued to clatter. The table next to them also began to serve food.
Finally, after two heart-stopping minutes, a soaked Hoffa stood up and nodded politely to the Gestapo at the table next to him. He pushed the wheelchair slowly and steadily toward the exit.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Four steps.
The exit was getting closer and closer. The soldiers in the jeep were smoking and chatting. When they saw Hoffa come 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 troublesome place.
Suddenly, a German shout came from behind him, "Einen."
(Wait a minute.)
There was no warmth in the voice.
Hoffa slowly turned around. The Gestapo with the golden glasses was looking at him coldly. He pointed at his hat and asked, "
hut，
Was? "(Your hat, what's going on?)
Hoffa shivered and did not answer. His heart fell to the bottom.
Although he did not understand what the other party was saying, it was clear that the other party was questioning the shape of his hat. He was afraid that Muggle would not recognize it, so he did not change his hat to the strange pointy hat like Rutterov's.
This time, there was a slip-up.
Seeing that Hoffa did not speak, the three Gestapo all stood up. The atmosphere suddenly became extremely heavy.
At this time, the people eating in the hotel all looked over. Their eyes were like laser beams.
Hoffa had used up all the German vocabulary he knew. It was only a matter of time before he was exposed.
He glanced at the exit. The Illusion Spell was not a good choice. There were so many people and so many guns. He would definitely be injured if they fired at him.
But if he wanted to use Ghost Walk, the restaurant was very crowded. If he had to push the wheelchair and run, he probably wouldn't be able to run far in ten seconds.
If he used it twice, he could escape a considerable distance.
But in the second between Ghost Walk, he might be shot into a sieve by the professional soldiers.
Running out the door was not a good choice. He had to change directions.
So Hoffa turned around expressionlessly.
He stared straight at the three Gestapo. They had already put their hands into the holsters at their waists.
Hoffa's eyes suddenly froze. He looked at the second floor of the restaurant.
“fuhrer！”
(Führer)
Hearing his shout, all the Gestapo members raised their heads.
Boom!!
In this second, Hoffa activated Life Conversion. The veins on his arms bulged.
He lifted a piece of the tabletop and threw it at the three Gestapo.
The thick and spicy Spanish chili oil soup mixed with boiling seafood slammed into the face of the man with the gold-rimmed glasses.
"Ahhhhhh!!"
The crowd screamed. All the soldiers outside who were about to salute were stunned. They quickly raised their weapons.
The Gestapo who was hit by the tabletop stumbled two steps back and fell to the ground. He immediately howled in pain. His body was covered in colorful soup. He bent over in extreme pain and roared crazily, "T?
ihn！！”
Kill him!!!
The other two Gestapo took out their pistols without hesitation. They pulled the triggers crazily and fired randomly in the direction where Hoffa disappeared.
Da da da da!!!
As soon as the gunshots rang out, before the bullets were even fired, Hoffa grabbed the back of Silby's wheelchair with one hand.
Ghost Walk!
The two Zizi disappeared from the material world.
Sparks flew in all directions in the restaurant. Bullets flew everywhere!
The crowd screamed and ran for their lives.
The soldiers shouted and jumped down from the jeep with their guns. They rushed into the restaurant.
The Gestapo whose eyes were burned rolled on the ground and covered his eyes. A few soldiers fetched water and splashed it on his face. They wanted to help him up, but he pushed them away. With swollen eyes, he roared, "Find him and kill him!!
Dozens of soldiers raised their weapons and fired wildly in the direction where Hoffa disappeared.
In the grayish-white world, Hoffa pushed Silby and ran wildly.
On the ground behind him, rows of tiles were blown to pieces. Wood and broken wine bottles were flying everywhere.
The main entrance was blocked by muggle soldiers. Hoffa could only run in the opposite direction.
Ten seconds later, Hoffa pushed the wheelchair.
He rushed into the kitchen backstage of the hotel at lightning speed.
The waiters in the kitchen were running back and forth with plates. Suddenly, a boy rushed in pushing a wheelchair. He screamed and threw a bowl of chocolate cake at Silby's face.
Behind them, a few soldiers rushed forward in a mess.
Two of the soldiers rushed in too quickly and got stuck in the door with their guns. They raised their guns and fired.
Hoffa pushed the waiter next to him away from the trajectory of the bullets. Then, he bent down and pushed the wheelchair forward under the marble console.
Debris flew everywhere! Pots and pans flew everywhere! Debris flew everywhere!
The gunfire stopped.
Silby, whose face was covered in chocolate, was so excited that his head was shaking. He looked like he was about to orgasm. "Oh my god!! Bro, it's so, so, so fun to be with you! "
Hoffa didn't have time to pay attention to him. He grabbed the scarf on his chest, which was covered in chocolate sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth to stop his madness.
Boom! Behind him, the two soldiers who were stuck behind the door were kicked away by the Gestapo.
Without hesitation, Hoffa picked up a mountain of porcelain plates from the sink and threw them at the Gestapo.
Then, he slammed open the back door of the kitchen and entered an alley full of trash cans.
The Gestapo saw Hoffa flash by, so they raised their guns and fired randomly into the restaurant. Countless porcelain plates were shattered, and the shards from the explosion injured many of their own soldiers.
But when the smoke dissipated, there was no one in front of them.
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