220 Chapter 20, the Vision of the Future

Hoffa didn't care about the rifle in the captain's hand that didn't threaten him at all. He turned his head with cold eyes, wondering who hit himself with a nut. Instead, Chloe was seen standing on the moonlit deck, wearing pajamas, with her hands on her knees, panting.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"What are you wandering around in the middle of the night?" Hoffa asked back.

"It's me who should ask that!"

She walked quickly to Hoffa, pointed at Matthew and said in amazement, "Don't tell you that you want to kill him."

"Bastard. Scumbag."

Matthew, who finally reacted, touched his ears. The blood made him furious. He drew a dagger from his waist and stabbed Hoffa in the heart.

The move was seen through in an instant, Hoffa moved sideways, grabbed his wrist, and lifted it up heavily. With a pull, he lost his balance, was dragged to the ground, and then swung high.

The captain on the other side pulled the trigger, but was hit in the middle by Matthew who was swung up, and the man and gun hit the wall heavily.

Without waiting for Matthew to resist, he grabbed Matthew's hair, stepped on his calf, and cut off the possibility of him moving fiercely.

"Stop!" Chloe stomped her feet: "Stop!"

Hoffa's expression gradually became indifferent. He looked at Chloe, and a wave of hostility gradually rose.

Chloe: "No killing is allowed, this is the bottom line, do you hear me!"

"Which eye of yours saw that I was going to kill?" Hoffa said softly, "Don't tell me what to do."

"I saw it, your hand transformed into a blade."

"You seem to have been following me for a long time."

"I guess you won't let it go! You promised me, Hoffa. Come back with me."

"These people are already trying to deal with us, do you know? They are going to poison you with medicine tomorrow!"

"Then neither can you"

"Can't kill him directly!?"

"Of course not."

Chloe stomped anxiously, "If you killed him, what's the difference with him?"

A hole has been poked into the peace that has been deliberately whitewashed all along, and the differences between different professional values ​​are completely exposed. There is no harmony anymore, and the atmosphere becomes extremely tense.

Hoffa sneered and said disgustedly: "Don't talk about profound truths with me."

"Listen, Hoffa, if you kill everyone and take the ship to England at that price, I'd rather jump into the sea than go with you."

"Ah?"

At the same time, the sound of violent conflict woke up the small ship, and soon, the door of the captain's cabin was crowded with people.

Mary and the group of migrant children were among them.

Seeing Hoffa who was holding Matthew's hair with one hand, and the captain collapsed in the corner, the widow Mary exclaimed and covered her mouth.

"You... what are you doing.?"

Seeing Mary, Matthew yelled as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "This guy is completely different from us. He ran on board and wanted to change our course and take us to the dangerous England. He has no good intentions at all." !"

The young widow gasped, looked at Hoffa, and took a few steps back in horror.

"You lied to me!?"

The plan was revealed.

Hoffa let go of his hand expressionlessly, Matthew fell to the ground with a plop, and he crawled towards Mary tremblingly.

"Mrs. Mary Dean, madam, quickly, get this guy out of here."

Mary looked at Hoffa and stammered and asked, "So... So, there's nothing... What kind of German wizard is looking for Frank?"

Hoffa tilted his head, but didn't answer.

Chloe glanced between Mary and Hoffa twice, and understood something. She stretched out her hand to help Mary, but she pushed her away.

She backed away at a loss, "You...you are in the same group, and they lied to me together."

"Hoffa, explain it to her clearly."

Chloe ordered anxiously.

At this moment, everyone looked at the gray-haired boy in the center of the captain's room with demonic eyes in fear. Seems to be expecting his explanation.

"Hum hum"

The teenager in the crowd lowered his head and sneered.

That laughter is like the cold wind blowing through everyone's spine, making people feel cold all over.

He took a deep breath, raised his head, stepped forward, and stepped on Matthew's head, making him unable to move.

He bent down, lifted Matthew's hair again, and pulled him up. At this moment, the entire iron cargo ship creaked under the huge mental force field. Matthew's expression was horrified, and most of his pants were wet in an instant.

"So what if it is, so what if it's not? You don't really think that I care what you think? No, it's so wrong. In fact, I don't care what you think, let alone what the process is?"

Chloe staggered and took a step back, leaning against the railing.

The gray-haired boy in front of her made her feel extremely strange.

I saw his cold eyes sweeping over everyone: "Using some means is to show you a little respect, but now. I don't care what method you use. After three days, I want to see the coastline of the British Isles. Otherwise, this Not a single soul will be alive in this boat."

After finishing speaking indifferently, he punched Matthew's face heavily. This punch directly broke the bridge of his nose, and blood gushed out. Matthew collapsed on the ground, clutching his nose and screaming.

Chloe screamed, "Stop it, Bach!"

"As you wish, my lord nun."

Hoffa threw Matthew away like a torn sack, knocked off Chloe's shoulder, and left the captain's cabin completely ignoring anyone.

Dawn came again.

The ship turned ninety degrees and headed straight for the British coast. Only this time, there was no more laughter on board. Instead of a dignified and chilling atmosphere, the violent bloodshed in the captain's cabin was like an invisible haze, hanging over everyone's hearts.

Those are the wizard's fangs.

At breakfast time, Chloe walked to the widow Mary's door with a plate, on which were neatly placed several pieces of bread and a glass of water.

Standing at the door, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

A hoarse and uneasy voice came from inside the door: "Who?"

"It's me, are you okay?"

Chloe asked through the door.

"Go away!"

The widow inside the door said irritably.

Chloe sighed, "I put the food at the door."

"Wait a moment."

"I am here."

"You come in." The widow changed her mind again.

So Chloe pushed open the door and saw Mary huddled in the corner of the room, hugging her knees, not daring to move.

Chloe walked up to her, patted her on the shoulder, and said softly, "Eat something."

"Will he kill me?" the widow asked fearfully, "if we fail to sail to England in two days."

"I won't let him do that. I promise you." Chloe whispered.

"What's the use?" Mary sobbed hysterically: "He won't listen to you at all, you can't control him!"

Chloe looked at the frightened widow and had no choice but to pat her on the back constantly.

After sobbing for a while, the widow touched her tears, took a deep breath, and patted her chest, "Calm down. Calm down"

She calmed down talking to herself, and after thinking for a while, she asked, "What does he like?"

Chloe was taken aback.

"What did you say?"

"I ask you, what does he like?"

"I don't know what he likes?"

"Isn't he your friend?"

"We've only known each other for less than a week."

Mary almost passed out, she gritted her teeth, climbed up while leaning against the wall, sat in front of the dressing table, and tremblingly rummaged through the makeup box.

"what are you doing?"

Chloe asked.

Mary gritted her teeth: "What else can I do?" She began to put makeup on her face as she said. "I'll go find him at night, maybe it will be useful."

Chloe thought for a long time before realizing what the widow was going to do, and saw Mary painted her face delicately white and put on a cherry-shaped lipstick. After the painting was finished, she even took off her dignified black robe and put on a rather revealing red shirt and very short hot pants, which at first glance was almost as erotic as no pants.

Chloe didn't know how to stop it, so she just sighed in a low voice: "Only this is useless, trust me."

"Is he gay?" Mary panicked.

"No. Listen, I don't know, I don't know him, but you don't have to belittle yourself like that."

"It's easy to say that it's not that kind of person." The widow breathed a sigh of relief and said to herself, "It's the same for men. Frank beat Matthew before he was alive, but he never beat me."

She brushed her hair, took a deep breath, stood up, took a small folding fan, and half covered her face. At this moment, she is more confident than ever.

Checked one last time in the mirror: "I'm going."

After speaking, the widow closed the door and left the room.

In the empty room, only Chloe was left sitting on the bed in a daze. She had never expected that things would happen to this point. She couldn't stop Mary's choice, and she didn't know how to stop it. Which method she was willing to choose to gain a sense of security was her freedom.

However, less than three minutes passed.

The door of the room opened again.

Mary with exquisite makeup stood at the door like a defeated dog. She closed the door heavily, threw the small fan on the dressing table in despair, covered her face and said, "Why am I so unlucky when I'm done?"

"what happened?"

Chloe asked quickly.

"I went and knocked on his door, but he ignored it and the door didn't open."

"All right."

Chloe didn't know what to say anymore, she was in quite a complicated mood.

After being ignored, the widow in fear began to cry helplessly. This time she was really desperate. Tears quickly washed her carefully prepared makeup into a mess.

While crying, she turned around in the room: "I'm dead, I'm dead. There are wars everywhere, people are dying everywhere. It doesn't matter if my husband dies, but I have to meet a bad wizard. Why am I so unlucky? How can I So unlucky!?"

"Actually. Actually, you can go to England with me."

The nun suggested: "My grandfather had a manor in England. You just need to go to England with me, and I will convert that manor into a monastery. We can live together in it."

"No, no, you must be with that Bach." The little widow hysterically began to throw things in the room, and she pointed at the nun's nose, indiscriminately: "You guys are here to deceive me, trying to trick me to England Then, sell me, and then spend the rest of my body miserable in a brothel, becoming the plaything of countless ugly men! Even if I die, I don’t want to accept that ending!!”

"Hey, what's going on in your head!?" Chloe sighed, rubbing her forehead and said helplessly, "Listen, if I was that kind of person, or that guy was that kind of person, you wouldn't come back So fast."

Her words silenced Mary.

Finally, she snorted coldly: "It must be because he is abnormal. If I went to find Matthew like this, he would probably go crazy with joy. After Frank died, those idiots were thinking about getting me into bed all the time, hmph. Don't even piss to see who you are!"

"You have said so, just give it a try. Maybe there will be a change, such a life of fear all the time, and you have to give up your dignity"

"Britain is too dangerous," the widow interrupted Chloe without hesitation: "Everyone knows it. There are the most fierce wars and the most dead people."

"It doesn't matter. I have a great-great-great-great-grandfather who treated me very well. He has lived for hundreds of years and has seen all kinds of terrible scenes. If it's just about saving his life, he said that no one can be number one when he is second."

The emotional Mary gradually stopped her tears: "Really? Your grandfather was also a wizard?"

"Speaking of which, I'm actually a wizard too." The nun said softly.

"Prove it to me." The widow demanded immediately.

Chloe smiled bitterly: "I can't prove my ability, but I swear to my faith, I will never lie to you."

Looking into Chloe's lavender eyes, the widow finally calmed down completely, and she said slowly: "You are different from him, and different from all the people I have met."

The face turned from cloudy to sunny, and the widow thought for a moment.

She was curious: "Is your grandfather very powerful, are other people in your family also wizards?"

Chloe sighed, and said reluctantly: "He is the Director of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, which is roughly equivalent to the Minister of Defense of the Muggles. If saying that makes you happier."

"Great!" The widow clapped her hands and laughed. If it weren't for the tears still on her face, who would have thought that she was crying just now: "I will go to England with you."

"Yeah, that would be great."

Chloe smiled reluctantly, she always felt that something was weird. Things are a little different from what I imagined.

Just a few seconds after being happy, the widow said worriedly:

"But. But I don't understand anything. Will it cause you trouble if I go, I... I can't even speak a few words in English."

"It's okay," Chloe comforted her gently, "I can teach you."

"real?"

"Really, I promise."

Sorry for falling asleep.