The three of them quickly came out of the café, and when Su Ming was about to pay the bill in US dollars, the bald boss just lightly stuffed the money back into his hand.
He looked at the Germans sitting in the café, the emotion in his eyes flashed, he lowered his voice and leaned into Su Ming's ear, and whispered.
"For France."
Su Ming nodded slightly, he couldn't explain anything, even if it was just giving the shopkeeper some illusions, it could be regarded as hope.
He evacuated from the street with the doctor and the mage, and soon blended in with the flow of German soldiers, heading towards the Champ de Mars, where the Eiffel Tower was located.
It's crowded there, and it's easier to get rid of the track.
Shortly after they left the café, the sorcerers' pursuit team locked on to the café's location, and they first searched upstairs and found traces left by the trio.
The café owner tried his best to clean it up, but the traces of magic could not be erased with a rag.
The pursuers tortured the shopkeeper, but he insisted that he didn't know, and would rather die.
The leader of the warlocks was losing patience, and his men grabbed the café owner from left to right, placing the bruised-faced man in the middle of the bar.
"I'll ask one last time, where did the people upstairs go?
What does it look like?
The warlock asked in thick, nasal French, his hands lit up with black flames.
The ghostly flames enveloped the entire café in a dangerous atmosphere that contained the power of destruction.
There had been fear in the bald boss's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by firmness, he looked at the black fire and tried his best to open his swollen eyes: "I forgot. ” The warlock leaders laughed angrily, I don't know what to call mortals, then pull out your soul and torture it again.
He lifted the black fire and pressed it against the café owner's chest under the terrified eyes of those around him.
There were also a number of German officers in the shop, but they had no control over the owners of this terror, and the Warlock troops were directly under the Führer, and their authority was even higher than that of the SS.
But not everyone, a young officer sitting in the corner spoke.
"Stop."
He stood up and straightened his black leather coat, his blond hair peeking out from under the brim of his hat, and a smile on his face.
In an instant, he was the center of attention, and until then, no one had even noticed that there was such a guy in the corner of the café. is obviously very handsome, but people always subconsciously ignore his existence, if he hadn't stood up and spoken out at this time, this situation would have continued.
The warlock leader didn't intend to listen to the orders of others, and a blue beam of energy instantly passed through the black fire in his hand, destroying the wall on the other side.
The red bricks turned to splinters, and the beautiful glass windows turned into crystalline semi-liquid particles in an instant, and the shards flew out of the café like a handful of sand on the street.
The black flame shook and went out.
The Warlock looked over there angrily, and it turned out that the young officer was accompanied by a small group of soldiers, although they were in civilian clothes, but the weapons in their hands were bright blue.
"Hydra" The young man raised his blue-gloved hand, flicked his collar badge lightly, and straightened the badge at the collar: "To correct it, it is still a major general of the Imperial Army, and a few days ago, the Führer awarded the knight's Iron Cross." ” The warlock leader wiped his hands on his robes, and the blue energy just now caused a crack in the flesh on his palm, and black blood gushed out of it.
"We are the Führer's occult advisors, and we don't need your Hydra to guide us in doing things."
"Hehe, I don't mean anything else."
The young man imitated the villain walking with his fingers on the table, his fingers jumping from one table to another, and he himself walked up to the warlock, and his smile was even brighter: "I'm just telling you, as long as I'm here, you can't kill anyone but yourself." ” "Buzz" The soldiers behind the young man raised their energy weapons, and the sound of charging batteries suddenly echoed in the quiet café, and the blue light overwhelmed the black light just now, and everyone present had a blue face on their faces.
The warlocks were naturally not vegetarians, and in an instant, all kinds of hellish magic shields were put on their heads, and attack spells also began to chant, and those who could not attack spells raised their submachine guns.
The warlock leader's face changed for a while, he didn't want to provoke the hydra, the intrigues of these madmen are endless, cutting off one head and growing two heads, even if he can kill the person in front of him, he will never have peace in the future.
Although the occult army claims to be directly under the Führer, he is only one of the warlocks, and if he is killed, the Führer will not seek any justice for him.
"I hope you know what you're doing, and I'll report back to my superiors about today."
The warlock leader waved his hand and motioned for his subordinates to withdraw the magic, this time he endured it first, the head-on conflict was very irrational, and he waited until he went back to arrange the ritual and curse this guy to kill him, and then he could be regarded as silent.
The blonde young man didn't care, the smile on his face didn't change at all, he made a gesture of invitation to the position of the gate, and gently spat out a string of words.
"Please, I'm just stopping a madman who tries to kill ordinary people, because my sense of aristocratic honor makes it impossible for me to turn a blind eye to it.
Just in case you don't know how to report up, my name is Luciver von Heine, and you can call me Blue Glove as well. ” The Warlock knew the name, but his code name was not the Blue Glove, but the Bloody Hand, and he liked to peel off the skin of his enemies to make gloves, but then he suddenly changed his personality and became obsessed with the skin of the Atlanteans, a pervert with a distorted aesthetic.
But it is better to curse and kill a person, knowing the name.
The warlock leader snorted and led the people out of the café.
When the men were far enough away, there was applause in the café, where most of the officers were Wehrmacht, and they didn't like massacres or torture civilians.
France has surrendered, these former Frenchmen are now second-class citizens of the Third Reich, and these ghostly warlocks rush in to kill people, is there any evidence?
The secret police are not as reckless as they are.
Heine's actions seemed right to them, and even their impression of Hydra was a little better, at least Hydra wasn't all crazy, and some of them maintained an aristocratic demeanor, didn't they?
Blue Glove nodded to the crowd with a reserved smile and looked personable, he didn't say anything to others, but glanced at his own guard captain.
These elite Hydra warriors know what to do, nip danger in the bud, and want to rely on magic to resist the energy of the Cosmic Rubik's Cube, which is wishful thinking.
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Did the warlocks really think that the Major General would let them go back to camp?
If so, they must be learning magic and having bad brains.
No one noticed that the heavily armed Hydra commandos had quietly left through the back door, and they had gone after the former hunters.
The eyes of the others were on the blue gloves, and he bent down to help the shopkeeper from the ground, and kindly helped him to avoid hitting the footprints on his body.
"The injuries are not serious, they are all skin injuries, well, I will compensate you for the loss of your shop, this is a beautiful café."
Blue Gloves communicates with the owner in fluent French.
The shopkeeper didn't know what to say, the person in front of him was full of evil, his blue gloves were warm, and he would only feel creepy when he touched people's skin, and the blood stained on them was even more bewitching.
Blue Glove lowered her voice again, leaned into the shopkeeper's ear and whispered: "Of course, I know that you are not innocent, you want to support the rebels against us, I see everything" The shopkeeper was startled and was about to say no, but Blue Glove just smiled and shook his head, covering his mouth with a bloodstained hand: "Shhhhh I will keep you alive and see with your own eyes that your unrealistic hopes are dashed, again and again, until your heart becomes an empty shell, and you kneel and pray for the mighty power of Hydra to become your faith I love to see transformed. ” Heine stood up, and with a tremendous burst of strength from her upper limbs, she lifted the shopkeeper up like a child and placed it on the bar, and picked up a piece of snack and stuffed it in the shopkeeper's mouth.
The shopkeeper's mouth was blood-red, and he just held the biscuit in his mouth, he couldn't understand the logic of the blonde young man in front of him, but he did feel an indescribable chill in his heart.
After doing this, Heine threw out a stack of gold marks on the counter, bowed to the onlookers, and walked out of the store as if an actor had left the stage, merging into the crowd outside.
His eyes sparkled with merriment, and he secretly licked the blood from his fingers, as if he had tasted honey while waiting for a bee to break out of its chrysalis.
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