Chapter 255: Honey lover

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The three people quickly came out of the cafe. When Su Ming was about to pay the bill in US dollars, the bald boss just faintly stuffed the money back into his hand.
He looked at the German people sitting in the cafe, the emotions in his eyes flashed, he lowered his voice to Su Ming's ear, and whispered.
"For France."
Su Ming nodded slightly. He couldn't explain anything. Even if it just gave the shopkeeper some illusions, it was still hope.
He took the doctor and the wizard to evacuate from the street, and soon mixed into the flow of Germans, and marched toward the Champ de Mars where the Eiffel Tower was located.
There are dense crowds, which makes it easier to get rid of tracking.
Soon after they left the cafe, the hunting team of the warlocks really locked the location of the cafe. They first went upstairs to search and found the traces of the three.
Although the cafe owner tried his best to clean up, the magic traces cannot be wiped off with a rag.
The hunters tortured the shopkeeper, but he insisted that he didn't know, and would rather die.
The leaders of the warlocks gradually lost their patience. His hands held the cafe owner from the left to the right, and placed the man with a swollen nose in the middle of the bar.
"I'll ask for the last time, where did the people upstairs go? What did they look like?" The warlock asked in a thick nasal French, and a black flame ignited in his hand.
This ghostly flame made the entire cafe shrouded in a dangerous atmosphere, which contained the power of destruction.
The bald boss had fear in his eyes, but he was quickly replaced by determination. He looked at the black fire and tried his best to open his swollen eyes: "I forgot."
The warlock leader all laughed angrily, I don't know the so-called mortal, then take your soul out and torture again.
He raised the black fire and pressed it against the chest of the cafe owner in the fearful eyes of the people around him.
There are still many moral officials in the shop, but they can't interfere with the owners of this terrorist force. The warlock troops belong directly to the head of state, and their authority is even higher than that of the SS.
But not everyone, a young officer sitting in the corner spoke.
"Stop it."
He stood up and straightened his black leather jacket, with blond hair peeking out from under the brim of his hat, and a smile on his face.
In an instant, he became the focus of the audience, and before that, no one even noticed that there was such a guy in the corner of the cafe.
Obviously he looks very handsome, but people always ignore his existence subconsciously. If he didn't stand up and speak out at this time, this situation would continue.
The warlock leader did not intend to listen to the orders of others, but a blue energy beam instantly passed through the black fire in his hand and destroyed the other wall.
The red bricks turned into fragments, and the beautiful glass windows turned into crystal-clear semi-liquid particles in an instant. These fragments flew outside the cafe, like someone sprinkling a handful of sand on the street.
The black fire shook and went out.
The warlock looked over there with angrily. It turned out that there was a small group of soldiers accompanied by the young officer. Although they were in plain clothes, the weapons in their hands were all with bright blue light.
"Hydra"
The young man raised his blue-gloved hand, flicked his collar badge, and straightened the badge on the neckline: "Correct, it's the Imperial Army Major General. A few days ago, the head of state awarded the Knight Iron Cross again. medal."
The warlock leader wiped his hand on his robe, and the blue energy just made the flesh of his palm open a crack, and black blood poured out from it.
"We are the Führer's occult consultant, and we don't need your Hydra to guide us."
"Haha, I have no other meaning." The young man imitated the walk of the villain with his fingers on the table, his fingers jumped from one table to another, and he walked to the warlock himself with a brighter smile: "I just Tell you, as long as I am here, you can't kill anyone but yourself."
"Om"
The soldiers behind the young man raised their energy weapons, and the sound of battery charging reverberated in the quiet cafe. The blue light overwhelmed the black light, and everyone in the room was covered with a piece of blue.
The warlocks were naturally not vegetarians. In an instant, all kinds of magic shields were put on their heads, and attacking spells began to chant, and those who could not attack spells raised their submachine guns.
The warlock leader's complexion changed for a while. He didn't want to provoke the Hydra. The conspiracy and tricks of these lunatics were endless, cutting off one head and growing two heads. Even if he could kill the person in front of him, he would never have peace in the future.
Although the occult unit is called directly under the head of state, he is just one of the warlocks. If he is killed, the head of state will not seek justice for him.
"I hope you know what you are doing, and I will report to my superiors today."
The warlock leader waved his hand and signaled his subordinates to withdraw the magic. This time he endured first. The confrontation was very irrational. When he went back and arranged a ritual curse to kill this guy, he was silent.
The blond young man didn't care, the smile on his face remained the same, he gestured to the door, and uttered a string of words gently.
"Please, I just stopped a madman who tried to kill ordinary people, because my aristocratic sense of honor prevents me from turning a blind eye to this. To prevent you from not knowing how to report upward, my name is Lucifer von Heine , You can also call me blue gloves."
The warlock knew this name, but his code name was not Blue Gloves, but Bloodhand. He liked to peel off the enemy's skin to make gloves, but then suddenly changed his temper and began to fall in love with the skin of the Atlanteans. It is a metamorphosis with distorted aesthetic concepts.
But curse to kill a person, knowing the name is better.
The warlock leader snorted and led people out of the cafe.
When these people left far enough, there was applause in the cafe. Most of the officers here were the Wehrmacht. They did not like massacres and tortured civilians.
France has surrendered. These former French people are now second-class citizens of the Third Reich, and these magical warlocks rushed in to kill. Is there any evidence? The secret police are not so reckless as they are.
Heine’s actions seemed to them correct, and even the impression of Hydra has improved a bit. At least Hydra is not all crazy. Some of them maintain aristocratic demeanor, right?
The blue glove nodded to the crowd with a reserved smile. He appeared to be personable. He didn't say much to others, but winked at his captain of the guard.
These elite hydra warriors knew what they should do, and killed the danger in the bud. It was wishful thinking to use magic to resist the energy of the universe's Rubik's Cube.
Do the warlocks really think that the Major General will send them back to the camp? If they really think so, they must be learning magic and their brains.
No one noticed that the heavily armed HYDRA commando quietly left the back door, and they went hunting down the former hunters.
The eyes of other people were on the blue gloves, he bent down to help the shopkeeper from the ground, and kindly helped him fear the footprints on his body.
"The injuries are not serious, they are all skin injuries. I will compensate you for the loss of your shop. This is a beautiful cafe." Blue Glove communicated with the owner in proficient French.
The shop owner didn't know what to say. The person in front of him was full of evils. His blue gloves were warm. When he touched the skin of a person, he would only feel the creeps, and the blood on it would be even more enchanting.
The Blue Glove lowered his voice again ~EbookFREE.me~ and leaned into the ear of the shopkeeper and said softly, "Of course, I know you are not innocent. You want to support the rebels against us. I see everything."
The shopkeeper was taken aback and planned to deny it, but the blue glove just smiled and shook his head, and covered his mouth with his blood-stained hand: "Shhh, it doesn't matter, all those who resist will be crushed by the empire. I will let you Living, seeing your unrealistic hopes shattered, shattered again and again, until your heart becomes an empty shell, kneel down and pray that the power of the Hydra will become your faith. I like to see the transformation."
Heine stood up, his upper limbs exploded with great strength, and he lifted the shopkeeper on the bar like a child, and took a snack and stuffed it into the shopkeeper's mouth.
The shopkeeper's mouth was blood red, and he was just holding the biscuit blankly. He couldn't understand the logic of the blond young man before him, but he did feel an indescribable chill in his heart.
After completing these actions, Heine threw a stack of golden marks on the counter, bent over to salute the surrounding bystanders, walked out of the shop as if an actor had left the stage, and entered the crowd outside.
There was a cheerful look in his eyes, secretly licking the blood on his fingers, as if he was waiting for the bee to pupate and taste the honey first.