Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The Gestapo, the German State Secret Police, was at its strongest and spread across all German war zones, including other Axis powers in Europe. Just Jews, this organization killed 5.27 million Jews, killing almost half of the Jews in Europe. It can be called the most terrifying and notorious murder machine in human history.

Hoffa couldn't imagine that he would be so unlucky to eat a meal by himself, and encounter such a horrible existence.

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 and a shrimp head fell from his lips. After coming down, both of them saw the shock 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 fairly standard, holding his left hand. It's just that he lowered his head, for fear that the other party would have doubts when he saw his young face.

The Gestapo wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked at Hoffa, then his gaze shifted to Silby, who swallowed the food with a grunt. Sit in a position motionless.

He can neither raise his hand nor speak any German.

Hoffa raised his left hand at 45 degrees, expressionless, but the back of his instep was arched, and his wand slipped silently from his sleeve. Eyeballs scanned the surroundings, analyzing the escape route,

However, the headed Gestapo with glasses did not embarrass Hoffa too much. He looked at Silby who was motionless, pushed his glasses, turned his eyes to the wheelchair, and stopped on the **** on the wheelchair. A few seconds.

Nod.

He put his hands down and took a few of his men to sit on the table only 2 meters away from Hoffa.

The soul returned, Hoffa let out a sigh and sat down slowly.

Silby's lips squirmed, his eyes widened, and his voice was lowered.

"How to do!!!"

"Shhh...Don't talk..."

Hoffa glared at Silby and said with his lips.

"I......"

"Shhh!!"

Hoffa kicked him under the table, the wheelchair shook, and Silby shut up.

Hoffa straightened his chest and began to eat without saying a word. Yes, he started to eat.

He can only do this now. If he sees the three Gestapo and leaves immediately, he will use his toes to think that there must be a problem with himself.

Although as a wizard, possessing such powerful magic as Ghost Walk and Broken Grip, he is not very imaginary of these Gestapo.

But the three jeep soldiers outside are not joking, even an adult wizard can't ignore these killing machines...

Forks clinked and moved locally, and Hoffa mechanically picked up the food and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he picked up the water glass mechanically, and slurped water.

The few Gestapo nearby took off their hats, talking and laughing, and began to vomit as a group of waiters turned around them.

In such an environment, Hoffa felt that his taste buds had lost their function, and he could not taste the exquisite Spanish meal in front of him.

At this moment, suddenly a white cigarette fell on Hoffa's table, rolled twice, and stopped.

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

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

The Gestapo smiled and asked: "Gruppe　Drohne?" (Drone unit?)

Hoffa arched his feet and tightened his right hand on the stool. He had no idea what the other person was asking, he could not understand German.

But seeing the Gestapo smiled, Hoffa nodded silently, and only affirmed that the other party's question was the best way to end the conversation.

The Gestapo smiled slightly and asked: "as　ist　los　MIT　euch　beiden?" (Are you two?)

After speaking, his eyes drifted between Hoffa and Silby.

Hoffa still didn't understand, smiled and nodded, indicating that everything you said was right.

"Kommen　und　MIT　mir?"

(Do you want to come over with us?) Gestapo said.

Hoffa smiled and nodded.

So the other party also laughed.

But Hoffa just laughed, and actually didn't move.

There was something wrong with the gold wire glasses Gestapo, he waited for a long time before Hoffa came to sit with them. His smile gradually faded.

"As　beegt　Sich　nicht?" (Why don't you move?)

Looking at the other person's expression, Hoffa didn't dare to nod his head, his palms were sweaty, and this time, the matter was serious.

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

Say a few words... I have to say something.

But he can't speak German.

How to do?

What German can he speak? What German language does he know?

Seeing that all three Gestapo on the table turned his head, looked at himself, frowned.

Hoffa's back is soaking wet, he must say something.

Say something...

Say something...

German....

German!

Suddenly, Hoffa became wise. Under the gaze of the three Gestapo, he slightly lifted the brim of his hat, coughed lightly and said indifferently: "I'm from Hebei Province." (German meaning: I am alone)

A lot of doubts on the faces of those women disappeared, they glanced at each other, and then nodded clearly.

"　Nur　ihr　beide?" (Special mission?)

Hoffa nodded.

The Gestapo politely raised his goblet.

"Viel　Erfolg." (Happy mission.)

Hoffa also raised the cup and nodded with a smile.

Look up and drink water to hide his embarrassment.

After drinking, the other side turned around.

Hoffa put down the cup with a slight tremor, but saw Silby's stunned look on the opposite side. He spoke in shock with his mouth: "You can speak German?"

"Why didn't you..."

Hoffa kicked him violently under the wheelchair and motioned him not to make any unusual mouth movements.

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

Finally, after two frightening minutes, Hoffa, who was soaked all over his body, stood up and politely nodded to the Gestapo present at the table. Pushing the wheelchair, slowly but firmly walked towards the exit.

step,

Two steps,

Three steps,

Four steps...

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

Hoffa was about to raise his hand, greet him, and then 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 slowly turned around. The Gestapo with golden glasses was looking at him coldly, pointing to his hat and asking: "Ihr　Hut,　as?" (Your hat, what's the matter)

Hoffa was agitated and did not answer. The heart fell to the bottom.

Although he could not understand what the other party was talking about, it was obvious that the other party was questioning the shape of his hat. Because he was afraid that Muggles would not recognize it, he did not turn the hat into a very weird pointed wizard hat like Rutrof. .

This time, something went wrong.

Seeing Hoffa not speaking, all three Gestapo stood up. The atmosphere suddenly became extremely solemn.

At this time, the people who ate in the hotel looked over, and their eyes seemed to be like laser rays.

Hoffa understood that the German vocabulary had been completely used up, and sooner or later it would be exposed.

He glanced at the exit. The Phantom Body Curse is not very desirable. With so many people and so many guns, you will definitely have to hang on when you shoot down.

But if you want to use the ghost stroll, the environment in the restaurant is very crowded, if you have to push the wheelchair to run, I am afraid that you can't go too far in ten seconds.

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

But within the second of the ghost's wandering, he is likely to be sifted by professional soldiers.

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

So Hoffa turned around blankly.

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

Hoffa's eyes were taken aback, and he looked at the second floor of the restaurant.

"Führer!"

(Head of State)

When he heard such a shout, all the Gestas raised their heads.

boom! !

In this second, Hoffa started the life transformation, and the veins of his arm burst.

He directly lifted a table top and lifted it up, and the table top rolled over to the three Gestapo.

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

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

The crowd screamed, and all the soldiers outside who were preparing to salute were stunned. They were clever and all set up their weapons.

The Gestapo, who was hit by the tabletop, stumbled back two steps, fell to the ground, and immediately howled miserably. He was covered with colorful soup, bent down in extreme pain, and shouted frantically: "T?te　ihn!!!"

(kill him!!!)

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

Da Da Da Da! ! !

As soon as the gun sounded, before the bullet had been released, Hoffa grabbed the back of Silby's wheelchair with one hand.

Ghost walk!

The two people disappeared into the material world together.

The restaurant was full of flames and bullets!

The crowd screamed and scrambled with their heads.

The soldier yelled, jumped off the jeep with his gun, and rushed into the shop.

The Gestapo, whose eyes were scalded, rolled on the ground, covering his eyes. Several soldiers fetched water and poured water on his face. He wanted to help him, but he pushed the soldiers away. Swollen eyes roared: "Find him, kill him!!

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

In the gray world, Hoffa pushed Silby and ran wildly.

On the ground behind him, rows of tiles were blown to pieces, and enclaves of wood and broken wine bottles were everywhere.

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

Ten seconds later, Hoffa pushed the wheelchair.

He rushed into the backstage of the hotel kitchen very fast.

The waiter in the back kitchen was scurrying back and forth with his plates, and suddenly a boy rushed in with a wheelchair. He screamed a pot of chocolate cake and hit Silby in the face.

Behind, several soldiers flooded in a mess.

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

Hoffa pushed away the waiter beside him, pushed him off the trajectory, and then he bent down and moved forward with the wheelchair under the marble console.

Crushed stones splash! Pots and pans fly around! Crushed stones splash!

The gunfire stopped for a while.

Silby's head trembled with excitement with a chocolate face, and an expression that was about to climax: "Oh my god!! Brother, it's so interesting to be with you, ma'am..."

Hoffa didn't have the time to pay attention to him, grabbed the scarf splattered with chocolate sauce on his chest and stuffed it into his mouth, blocking his madness.

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

Hoffa didn't hesitate to pick up a pile of porcelain dishes as high as a mountain in the pool, and smashed it towards the Gestapo.

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

The Gestapo saw Hoffa passing by, so he raised his pistol and fired randomly at the restaurant. Countless porcelains were smashed, and the exploded fragments accidentally wounded many of his soldiers.

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

The Gesta, who was splashed with hot oil, was trembling with anger and snarled, "Search, find out the pretender!"