227 Chapter 27, Evil Teammates

Hoffa and two unfamiliar German wizards stood on a narrow reef at the same time. The distance from each other was less than half a meter, and the sound of breathing on the other side could be heard so close. Both sides did not hide their killing intent at all, but they were extremely vigilant and adopted an extremely conservative stance.

The two black-robed wizards were not in good condition, their faces were pale, and they supported each other, their bodies were burned with several large holes by the acid spit out by the insects.

Hoffa wasn't much better either, he was soaking wet and holding a sun-opened shell in his hand, the best weapon he could find so far.

Holding the shell in his hand, he confronted the two black witches on both sides of the reef.

"Get off!" he said.

"The one who should go down is you, Bach, there are two of us." The red-haired wizard said.

"Anker, don't talk nonsense with him, kill him directly." The blond wizard said in a weak tone.

"Take off the bugs on your body before you talk." Hoffa said sarcastically to the blonde wizard.

Unexpectedly, the blond wizard's face changed drastically when he heard his words. His pale face suddenly became as white as paper. He jumped more than half a meter high, and his palms frantically touched his body, "Bugs... Where are there bugs? There are bugs!?"

He couldn't touch it enough by himself, so he held on to his companion tightly: "Anker, where are the bugs on my body?"

The red-haired wizard didn't look at him, but stared at Hoffa.

Hoffa kindly reminded, "Behind your ears."

His long finger from behind the ear, a red and green caterpillar, uttered a tinnitus scream and limply passed out.

Hoffa was dumbfounded. He was just sarcastically sarcasm at the other party, but he didn't expect that this seemingly tall and strong man actually had a deep fear of reptiles in his bones.

"Hey, Aldo, are you a fucking woman?"

The red-haired wizard cursed. With a gloomy expression on his face, he kicked his friend, and when he found that the guy fell to the ground, he retreated to the edge of the reef without saying a word.

"It seems that there is only one of you."

Hoffa said slowly.

The red-haired wizard snorted coldly, sat cross-legged, and ignored him.

Hoffa put down the shell, sat down too, and began to meditate.

His bluff is just to scare the other side. Even in 1v1, without magic power, the opponent is still a man in his prime. Fortunately, he was cautious, afraid that he had some unknown hole cards, so he didn't dare to tear his face immediately, and instead began to try to recover his magic power.

It has to be said that this is the safest way. Under the current situation, whoever can restore the magic power first can gain control of the situation.

However, an hour passed, and two hours passed... At night, the moon rose high, and the tide rose, gradually submerging the reefs on the shoal. The giant carnivorous insects that stayed on the shore gave up their plan to hunt and kill the three people in the sea, and quietly disappeared into the dark jungle.

Hoffa and the red-haired wizard kept meditating until the black wizard who was afraid of bugs woke up from a dizziness, and their magic power showed no sign of recovery.

moonlight. The faces of the three are not very good-looking.

A crab crawled out from the hole in the reef, crawled from Hoffa's trousers to the middle of the two men in black robes, wandered around, and jumped into the sea.

"Is your magic working?"

The red-haired wizard asked warily.

"Guess what?" Hoffa replied ambiguously.

"Hey, student of Grindelwald, which side are you on?" The blond wizard said, "Why don't you just join our association."

"The last person who called me by this name has lost his head."

The blond man subconsciously reached for the wand at his waist, but was stopped by the red-haired man next to him: "Now that you don't have any weapons, why are you still so rampant?"

Hoffa spat into the sea and said with a sneer, "Why, a guy who is afraid of bugs still threatens me?"

"It's as if you have no weakness at all. I'm afraid of bugs but not you."

"Why don't you try it, what's the point of just talking."

He broke his knuckles, and the muscles of his arms and shoulders propped up the shirt with sharp edges.

"you!!"

The red-haired man seemed to be calmer, and he pressed the blond-haired man, "We haven't reached the time of life and death yet. Bach, what about Flamel, hasn't she been with you all the time? Why haven't I seen her."

Hoffa didn't answer.

"Did you hide her? Our goal is Le May, and it has nothing to do with you. As long as you hand Le May to us, we will not embarrass you in the slightest."

"What a coincidence," Hoffa said in a mocking tone, "Flame is also my target. As long as you stay away from her, I won't make things difficult for you."

The blond man was furious, struggling to sit up from the rock, "Little boy, don't force me to teach you what respect is for your teacher!"

The red-haired man pushed him back hard.

"Aldo! Calm down!"

"What are you waiting for, he is only one person!"

"Not now, don't block me!"

Aldo, whose eyes were red and bloodshot, finally calmed down under the pull of his companion. He tugged at his collar, and turned his head away with a cold snort.

Hoffa looked at the red-haired Anker with vigilance. He is not afraid of impulsive enemies, but he is more afraid of guys who remain calm in this situation.

"You can still talk, but unfortunately, Flamel is not by my side, and she got separated from me. So it's useless for you to ask me."

"Is that so?" The red-haired narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and said slowly, "If that's the case, what are your plans?"

"Why should I tell you."

The red-haired man was not annoyed: "I have a suggestion, Mr. Bach, would you be interested in hearing it?"

"Not interested in."

The redhead said to himself: "We don't have any magic power now. You have seen this island too. It is bizarre and dangerous. I think we may have to cooperate with each other to survive on this island."

"Cooperate?" Hoffa said with a smile: "What if you recover your magic power in the middle of our cooperation?"

The redhead said frankly: "We may kill you, or we may send you to the headquarters of the association in Berlin and imprison you, and hand it over to your teacher Grindelwald. It all depends on the situation."

"Do you think I will agree to such a cooperation?"

"I think, if you recovered your magic power first, you would have killed us without hesitation. Perhaps Mr. Bach didn't even have the option of imprisoning us." The red-haired man analyzed calmly and almost cruelly.

Hoffa was slightly moved. The calmness of the red-haired man made his hands itchy surprisingly. He wanted to get rid of this scourge quickly, but he restrained this urge forcefully.

Because what he said is right, they are in extremely poor condition now, lacking food, fresh water, and even the shelter they need to survive, so they can only hide on the reef.

If there is another life-and-death contest at this time, even if he wins in the end, the final result must be eaten by the vicious and weird carnivorous insects on the island, or sitting on the coast, roasted into dried fish by the distorted sunlight of the day.

"I have a small proposal."

said the redhead. "Since our target is LeMay, how about finding her first, and then calculating this little thing between us?"

"I can't guarantee that LeMay is on this island."

"Lie, she's clearly staying in the same boat as you." Aldo said abruptly.

"You are looking for her everywhere, I thought you would know more about her abilities." Hoffa sneered.

"this"

The redhead frowned and touched his chin.

"Flame is on this island." Aldo said firmly.

"What did you say?"

"I said, Flamel is on this island," he repeated.

Even his companion was confused now: "Have you seen her, Aldo."

"No, but I just know that she is hiding somewhere in this island."

"Which corner."

"I have no idea."

"Aldo, can't you be kidding me?"

"Why am I kidding you, it's a feeling like I'm sure I hate bugs and she's on this island."

"Bach, what do you think?"

Hoffa's brows were slightly frowned. He thought of the weird giant bugs and plants that he had never heard of on the island, and he had a vague understanding in his heart, but he was not sure whether his flashing thoughts were true or not. He shook his head, suppressing the weird feeling.

"Okay, let's cooperate. Since our target is LeMay, let's put aside our conflicts for now. If she is really on this island, she must be in a very dangerous situation."

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Chloe didn't feel that she was in a dangerous situation. In fact, she just felt that it was a bit weird for her to be in a daze.

After Mary died of fear, she once again chose to run away with magic power. However, the place where she appeared was thousands of miles away from where she had expected.

She thought she would probably appear at sea when she woke up, but she didn't.

Ever since she could remember, she came to a crowded Baishi Square for some reason.

On three sides of the square are houses with sharp slate roofs, and on the fourth side is a majestic building, the few small windows on the wall are higher than the top of the chimney of the house, and the building is made of solid limestone. , looks like a bunker or castle. The square area below it has some market trellises, and people are coming and going under the trellises.

They dressed like farmers in the fields or factory workers in suspenders. But Chloe caught a glimpse of a few men in smart gray double-breasted suits and leather briefcases.

It's a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, not at all like the war-torn World War period.

Not long after she stood in the square, a crowd of people in the distance attracted her attention.

Out of curiosity about the unknown environment, she chose to go to find out.

After finally squeezing into the crowd, she found that in the middle of the crowd was a middle-aged woman who had fallen to the ground and was unconscious, with a pile of low-quality leaflets scattered around her.

"Are you going to die?"

"Probably dying."

"Whose family."

"Woman from the Berkeley family, the child is gone. Hey, let's leave it alone."

The crowd surrounded her, pointing and whispering to her, but no one dared to help her.

Chloe's heart trembled, these people all spoke German. She didn't know what the situation was, and she didn't know where she was, but out of professional habits, she still squatted down to pick up the leaflets.

There was a black-and-white photo on the flyer of a little boy with light-colored hair that couldn't be discerned.

"Aldo Berkeley."

She read the names on the leaflets, and got nowhere. So she bent down again and hugged the fainted woman.

Touching her head, her body temperature was very high, her skin was scorching hot, but her limbs were clammy and her complexion was pale. This woman had sunstroke, and it was not hopeless as the crowd said.

She helped the woman up, pushed her away from the crowd of onlookers, and led her to the slightly shady shade of a tree.

Then I went to the shop next door to ask for a glass of ice water and a little salt. Thanks to her pretty face and the robes of the monastery, she easily borrowed what she wanted.

He took the water back and fed it to the heatstroke woman, and after a while, she woke up faintly.

"how are you feeling?"

Chloe asked.

"Well"

The middle-aged woman was dazed as soon as she woke up: "Have you seen my child?"

"What happened to your child?"

"My child is lost, and I am looking for him here."

She groped up and down her body: "Where's my leaflet?"

Chloe handed her the stack of leaflets behind her.

The woman took the leaflet and breathed a sigh of relief, "Did you save me? You are so kind."

"fine,"

Chloe asked modestly, "Excuse me, where is this?"

"Where are you asking?"

"It's here!" Chloe pointed to her feet.

"Berlin, you're confused, boy. You don't even know where this is."

Berlin

Chloe couldn't say a word for a long time.

Although she had been a little prepared to hear these people speak German, she still couldn't help trembling at the exact news.

What happened? Why did the time ability I activated take me directly across the geographical space to Berlin, 10,000 meters away? How about Hoffa, where is he at this moment? Can he still save Mary?

For a moment, countless questions and confusions were intertwined in her mind.

"What happened, boy, tell me, maybe I can help?"

The middle-aged woman beside her asked in a gentle tone.

Chloe said with a bitter face, "I'm lost."

"Lost?"

The middle-aged woman touched her head and said sympathetically, "Poor child, if you don't mind, you can go to my house to stay for a while."

Chloe was at a loss at the moment, she couldn't think of any better way, all she could do was nod blankly.

The woman took Chloe to a small house in the city and prepared some snacks and drinks for her, but the nun had no appetite at all.

The middle-aged woman sat beside her and comforted her, and gave her some advice along the way: "Where are you from, I can contact the National Guard for you. When the time comes, you can ask them to help take you back. Of course, if you can It will be more convenient to contact the monastery."

Chloe was in a mess, neither eating nor drinking nor talking to her.

The woman nagged sadly: "My child is younger than you, I really hope he doesn't meet any bad guys outside. Hey...my damn husband beat him three times a day before getting divorced, and was drunk Beat up too, even if you lose gambling, beat up if you are in a bad mood.

Now it's all right, the child ran away, who can blame it? Divorce was too late. In 1911, my family members advised me not to marry him, but I was young at the time and married him immediately. Now, it’s too late to regret..."

The woman's mouth is like a fountain, spewing out her resentment towards the world endlessly.

Chloe is still thinking about Mary and Hoffa, and will not react for a while. When she reacted, she stood up abruptly.

"What do you say?"

"Huh? My bad husband?"

The woman was taken aback by Chloe's surprise.

"No, the previous sentence, how many years have you been married to your husband?"

"11 years..."

"How many years is it now?"

"1922, why are you so excited?"