Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

maritime.

A pure white corset slowly fell from the sky.

Three speedboats broke through the waves and headed for an old lifeboat in the distance.

The lifeboat stopped at sea, and the hull quivered regularly with the waves. Two women and one man in the cabin.

On the deck, groans continued.

"Ahhhhh"

"You tap"

"I hurt!"

The girl was lying on the deck with her back bare.

A woman stroked the girl's face and tremblingly said, "Forbearance, dear, just forbearance."

Behind her, the young man pressed her back with one hand, and tightly covered the other's mouth with one hand, and stabbed hard.

The girl let out a muffled snort.

Sweat dripped from the boy's chin on the girl's back.

Time, three days ago, Normandy.

An old-fashioned Citroen was bumping on the iron-gray road. It had a dirty yellow color and had several large suitcases tied with rope on the top.

Inside the car, the gray-haired teenager was wearing a checkered shirt, black ripped jeans, and a pair of blue canvas shoes, dressed as an ordinary Muggle.

The co-pilot was sitting with a nun wearing a black and white headgear, with a terrible scar on her face.

The two of them are Hoffa and Chloe who left Paris. Not long ago, they rented an old car that did not know how many times they changed hands. They went all the way to Normandy by the sea, and planned to set off from here, across the English Channel, to United Kingdom.

Inside the car, the car radio was playing an unknown wizard talk show. The nun curled up in a chair, listening to the German wizard radio station every time.

"Welcome to the Monster Night Story, I’m Oren Bryan. Today, the monster we are going to talk about is Leviathan, an ancient monster.

According to legend, it and its ethnic group have been living on the dark seabed. But Leviathan is an outlier in the race. As a monster, he yearns for the light on the land and the surface of the ocean.

So on a certain day, it made a wish with the wizards in the group, wanting to see the true face of the sun on the surface of the ocean.

The wizard agreed to it, giving him the ability to float on the sea surface, but also warned it that it must return to the bottom of the sea when the sun sets on the sea surface, otherwise it will be abandoned by his own race forever.

Leviathan agreed to the wizard.

At dawn, it floated from the deep sea to the surface.

At that second, it was shocked by the beauty of dawn and daylight.

It stared at the sun blankly until the sunset went down, and it did not return to the bottom of the sea.

In this way, Leviathan was obsessed with the beauty of the sun day after day, until one day it woke up and wanted to return to the bottom of the sea.

But it was discovered that its companion on the bottom of the sea had long since died, and everything he had known was vanished in a long time.

It was forgotten by the **** of death, floating in the sea alone forever, repeating the monotonous and boring life day after day, waiting"

Patter.

The radio in the car was turned off by Hoffa, who was a little stuck.

He was holding the steering wheel wearily, leaning his elbows on the glass, his fists resting his cheeks, and he looked like an old driver.

"What are you doing, I'm listening to stories around here." Chloe complained dissatisfied.

"You have been listening for a whole day, can you really remember so many things?"

"You are not how I know I can't remember."

"Because you are just boring to hear them." Hoffa hit the nail on the head flatly.

"I am really bored."

The nun turned her head and played with her fingers boringly, "The weather is really nice today."

"Ok."

"Speaking of which, I also like this kind of sunny day."

She seemed to be talking to herself.

Hoffa didn't talk to each other. After a while, she suddenly asked, "By the way, what's the name of your friend, the one who is going to borrow the boat?"

"Frank, Frank Dean."

"what is his job?"

"Smuggling goods."

Hoffa yawned: "What do you care about so much? Just take the boat back to England with peace of mind."

"How old is he, as old as you?"

"Huh, I am the two older."

"I guess so, it's really rare to run out of your age." Chloe spread his hand and sighed.

At this time, the vehicle bumped up and down, it seemed that it had hit some protrusion on the road, the tires made an unknown chick, and the steering wheel shook abnormally for a while.

Crunch.

Hoffa parked the car on the side of the road.

At this moment, they came to a forest. The ground was a yellow-brown dirt road, with towering rocks and hillsides on both sides, and some finely chopped dandelion seeds were floating in the sky.

Chloe looked at the woods and asked: "Are we in Normandy?"

"No, there is still some way, but there seems to be something wrong with the tires."

With that said, he pushed the car door, got out of the car and checked it.

It was only then that the dirt road was covered with densely scattered iron skins, several of which pierced the left front tire of his old-fashioned Citroen into a sieve.

Hoffa picked up one. He looked at the broken iron nail in his hand, and a haze was enveloped in his heart. It was an artificial trap.

Will it be those German wizards?

He is not clear.

But he felt that the people of the Imperial Wizarding Association should be disdainful of using such inferior and vulgar methods.

At this time, Chloe also pushed the car door and walked down. She looked at the broken iron nails on the road, crouched down and checked the tires.

"Who is so wicked?"

"Will you wait for me here?"

Hoffa said to Chloe.

He dragged the vines to the higher part of the hillside. When he climbed to the top of the hillside, he could see the endless sea in the distance, and there was a gathering place of low houses by the sea.

Back to the car, Chloe was squatting on the ground, trying to clean up the broken iron nails on the road. Hoffa pulled her up and removed the luggage of the two from under the roof.

Afterwards, he lay down in the car, turned the car key, and took a brick and pressed it on the accelerator. The punctured Citroen made a roar, crushing the broken iron nails, and went all the way.

The dust from the car made Chloe cough. After coughing, she slowly straightened her waist.

"Eh, shall we stop driving?"

"No more, I'm afraid the German wizards will follow the rut to find them." He pointed to the woods next to him.

"We walk to the beach. If nothing happens, my friend should be here."

Three hours later, the two walking through the cascading coastal forests, they came to the gathering place they had seen before.

Also known as the port of Le Havre.

It is said that the famous impressionist painter Monet spent his childhood here, and many of his works are set in this place.

It is one of the largest ports in Europe in later generations.

But not now.

The current port of Le Havre is just a seaside town devastated by war.

Due to its overly important geographic location, this little-known port was once one of the most important turning points during World War II, the landing of Normandy.

But that turning point is still a year away, and even so, this place has been ravaged by war.

Some broken old buildings are randomly stacked together like abstract art. Some soldiers or animal corpses were also mixed in, and the air was filled with gunpowder and stench, which made people think of Picasso’s famous painting of Guernica.

This is a front-line position, and its tragic degree far exceeds that of Paris.

"Your friend, lives here?"

Chloe asked softly, uncertainly.

Hoffa did not answer.

Will Frank be here? He is also not so sure.

Thinking back to the first time I saw him, that guy was selling voodoo potions in Normandy.

Frank Dean is one of the few smugglers who can establish contact with the chaotic resistance organization outside Europe. At one point, he magically traced certain sources, thus establishing stable relationships in more than a dozen cities. Alchemy equipment and potions flowed into the kingdoms that were cut off along an extremely concealed and precise route.

He sells everything from potions, firearms, watches, telescopic knives, lighters, to tanks and ships, metal materials, and almost everything he can think of.

"Let's go, look for it before talking."

He reluctantly followed the broken buildings to the city of Normandy according to his memories. Chloe had no idea. Although she was suspicious, she followed Hoffa.

After walking along the coast for ten minutes, the road became extremely narrow. On both sides of the road appeared some low huts and some dilapidated and dirty tents. Some tents were located on the gravel. Between the stones, some stiff soldiers could be seen Dead body.

Those corpses were hung on the stone pillars, their postures were distorted, making people shudder, as if they were forbidden.

As the sea wind roared, Hoffa approached one of the stone pillars. He saw clearly the identity of the dead soldier. He was wearing a khaki coat with the blue, white and red logo of the Third French Republic on his shoulder. He was a French soldier.

"The corpse hasn't decayed yet, and it doesn't seem to be long before it died."

Chloe whispered.

Hoffa closed his eyes and stroked the stone pillar with his hand. After a short while, a ring-shaped spiral tentacles sculpture appeared on the pillar. It was the ring-shaped tentacles that firmly nailed the soldiers to the stone pillar.

"These soldiers were killed by magic."

Hoffa murmured: "Transformation Magic."

"Did German wizards do it?"

Chloe's expression became more solemn.

Hoffa shook his head and said nothing. He had just arrived and didn't know anything about it.

After bypassing the ruins, the two arrived at the port of Le Havre.

After walking along the harbor for about ten minutes, they saw a ship parked at the pier. The ship was 20 meters long. The ship was covered with tin patches and faded white paint. It looked like that ship at any time. The Adventure photographic ship preparing to sail from Manhattan Harbor to Skull Island.

Here, they finally saw the figure of a living person. It was a group of men carrying coals and wooden boards. They had their upper bodies, expressions of despair, iron chains on their feet, and their skin darkened with soot.

Beside them, a few armed thugs with guns in worn-out jackets stood on the wooden boxes, monitoring them at the bottom of the mountain.

At exactly this time, a scrawny coal transporter was probably overwhelmed and fell heavily to the ground. Black coals were scattered all over the ground.

"Damn, you lazy maggot!"

Accompanied by scolding, an armed mob jumped from the wooden box, drew a whip, waved it high, and fell on the man with a crisp sound.

"Get up and go to work!"

The man didn't scream, but curled up into a ball, shaking slightly.

Chloe covered her mouth, she could no longer calm down, "Who are these people!?"

"Who are you referring to?"

"Who do you mean I mean?"

"It should be some privateer gangs nearby. They collected property in the wasteland after the war. As for those who were beaten, they should be their slaves."

"slave?"

Chloe's voice rose three degrees, "Are you sure?"

"Isn't it?"

Several armed mobs heard the voices of the two men, and the gunman who was whipping the slave put away his whip and walked over quickly.

"Hey, you two, what are you doing?"

The overseer looked like some kind of primate in Africa, with violent muscles on his shoulders and arms. Ruddy cheeks, big mouth, slanted eyebrows, rough voice.

Chloe asked, "Hey, are you the guy named Frank?"

"No, don't lick me." Hoffa warned and pushed Chloe behind him. He looked at the baboon-like mob in front of him: "I'm looking for Frank, your boss."

Unexpectedly, the man immediately drew the gun, pointed at Hoffa's head, and asked, "Where did you come from?"

The opponent's weird behavior confused Hoffa, but out of caution, he raised his arm: "Paris."

Armed thug: "What are you here for?"

Hoffa was slightly annoyed. "Why don't you tell Frank Dean?" He whispered, "I don't want to cause trouble. You understand?"

"I'm sorry I can't do it." The man was unmoved: "I advise you where it is best to go back and forth."

Hoffa's face turned cold, he took a step forward without saying a word, and directly held the muzzle. The brown **** was printed with the eagle's logo, and the material was thick mahogany, but it was bent by him.

boom! !

The gun exploded.

Hoffa let go, and the metal shards spilt down and fell on the ground, "It's too unkind to point a weapon at its maker."

The man with the gun stumbled back, his face and arms were covered by the fragments of the blasted gun, dripping with blood, he raised his palm and blew a whistle vigorously.

Hush! !

It's like stabbing a hornet's nest.

The muzzle of countless black holes protruded from all directions.

Behind each muzzle stood an armed mob with a gun.

Surrounded by groups, Hoffa stood in the clearing and roared loudly: "Frank, come out and see me!"