Chapter 82

On the mountain road, Hoffa drove silently, with mixed feelings in his heart. Originally, he thought that this was just a 50 gallon escort mission. He pushed a wheelchair around the mountains and water to Barcelona, and then came back, and gallon got it.

But it wasn't until this guy peed in his pants that Hoffa realized that making money wasn't easy, even if it was just 50 gigalons.

As a disabled person who can only move his head, Silby does not have the ability to control his own defecation.

After the first crazy night, Hoffa didn't dare touch another drop of water for Silby. More than nine in the morning, the three entered the roadside rest station.

Hoffa originally wanted to buy some food here. After a short rest, he continued to set out.

But when he entered the town, he found that there was no one in the town. This small town has long been dilapidated, deserted, empty street, let alone people, ghosts are invisible.

The town's wooden houses were riddled with bullet marks, and there were huge holes in the ground that had been blasted by the shells. From time to time, Hoffa could see one or two bodies falling in the shadow.

Some of them were even hanging on glass windows, dressed in blue uniforms, and some of them were lying on damaged rusty vehicles, as if they were integrated with the cold metal.

The ground was covered with rotten limbs.

The air was full of the smell of death and decay.

Hoffa slowed down, walked slowly around a trench and murmured, "what's going on here?"

What's going on here.

Hoffa muttered to himself that he had never seen so many corpses besides going to the movies.

"This country has just had a civil war. There are too many such places." Sighed sylby in the back seat.

"But just go ahead. Big cities don't do that."

Civil war?

It's war again.

In the face of such a scene, Hoffa had to give up the rest plan, accelerate forward and leave the waste soil.

On the way, Hoffa saw many of these dilapidated towns, as well as some destroyed tanks and aircraft wreckage.

For some reason, Hoffa could not understand the red letter of the letter on some tanks.

Why do you see German vehicles when you are clearly in Spain? Is this country tied to Germany before World War II?

Finally, around 11 noon.

Hoffa began to see pedestrians and vehicles, and the surrounding environment and town came back to life.

As the atmosphere of heaviness and desperation faded, they came to the southern Spanish city of Granada.

The city is located in the famous Sierra Nevada. At the foot of the mountain, Hoffa can see the ancient buildings built on the mountain.

After entering the city, Silby became active again.

He held out his tongue, pointed to the red brick palace in the distance and said, "it's Alhambra Palace, built by the Moors in the 13th century."

Hoffa takes a look at the palace, and Yu Guang turns back to the co pilot.

Compared with the palace of the ancients, he was more worried about the mental state of the elder sister. Since that crazy night, there has been a look of extreme disgust on her face.

"Are you all right?" Hoffa asked anxiously.

"Stop the car." She said coldly.

Black cars are parked on the side of the road. In this era, there are not many cars. A black car, enough attention, not to mention the car is still missing a door.

Some Spanish women who pass by are shocked to see a tall woman in a green Nightgown come out of the car with a cold face. The story in the car makes them imagine.

Hoffa shook his head down the window and asked, "what are you going to do?"

"Clothes, baths."

Then she took out her wand and nodded it on Hoffa's shoulder.

"I left a trace of the tracking magic beacon. Don't go too far with this trash."

With that, she strode away without looking back.

Sylby watched Olivia leave all the time. He suddenly asked, "you're Ravenclaw, aren't you?"

Hoffa was surprised that few people would see that they were Ravenclaw. Most people think they're Gryffindor.

"Why don't you say I'm Gryffindor?"

"Gryffindor?" Sylby grinned. "No, believe me, brother. You're not like Gryffindor at all. You're not like Gryffindor at all.".

"Well, I'm Ravenclaw."

”You're a lot like Ronnie, a lot like him Sylby whispered.

Hoffa shrugged. All he thought about now was eating and resting.

For those who are addicted to cleanliness, neatness is more important than satiety.

But Hoffa is not. He is very dusty. He is very hungry. He spent a whole night yesterday and has been driving for a long time. He can't wait to have a meal and find a hotel to have a rest.

He decided to go to a restaurant first.

Soon, Hoffa saw a fast food restaurant on the street.The shop window was full of ham, sausage, cheese, salmon, cuttlefish, barnacles and other seafood that Hoffa could not name.

If you want to complete the escort task, you must first fill your stomach.

He parked in front of the fast food restaurant and pushed sylby into the restaurant.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, the strong fragrance poured into Hoffa's nose. The smell of olive oil, garlic, pepper and other spices made his saliva secrete a lot.

He busily pushed sylby to a window seat and began to call the waiter.

Hearing his cry, a red necked waiter in a white apron turned his head rather coldly and stood beside Hoffa.

"? quierescomeralgo?"

(what would you like?)

"Menu, menu!"

Hoffa couldn't understand what the other person was saying, but he motioned for the menu to himself.

The waiter shrunk his hand, avoided Hoffa and asked coldly:? Losbrit á Nicos?

(are you English?)

Ah? What do you say? Hoffa couldn't understand, so he asked him in English, "can you speak English?"

As soon as the voice fell, Hoffa felt something was wrong.

At this moment, all the diners in the restaurant, the staff, all turned their heads and looked at him.

The waiter in front of him turned cold.

Ten seconds later.

With a bang!

As soon as he entered the restaurant, Hoffa was pushed out. Before he got hot, he was kicked out with Silby's wheelchair spinning on the ground.

“¿Vesesteletrero！！？” Can't you see the sign

Hoffa was confused when he stood in front of a fast food restaurant in a red dress, a white skirt and a chef's hat, banging on a sign and roaring wildly.

“Losbritánicosyelperronopuedeentrar！！”

No one from the British Isles will be entertained

After scolding, the old man made an international gesture to Hoffa, spit on the ground, took a spatula and went back to the shop.

Hoffa stood where he was, completely dumbfounded.

Sylby's wheelchair turns around a few times and turns to Hoffa. Instead of being angry, he says with a smile:

"this country has been bullied by Britain. Half of its overseas territory has been robbed by Britain. How dare you speak English in Spain?"

"What can I say if I don't speak English?" Hoffa was surprised.

"Spanish, Valencia." Said Silby casually.

"I've never heard of any Valencia!"

Hoffa rubbed his belly and spat bitterness.

"Well, well, it's good if you can speak German." Said Silby.

"What!? Why should I speak German... "

" do you know a Spanish general named Franco? "

"Please, can you stop telling me about history..." Hoffa said.

"What history? Just a few months ago, Muggle leaders in Germany and Italy helped Franco overthrow the previous government. Now, the country has a large number of German troops.

I read the news the day before yesterday. Hitler himself is meeting in this city now. If you can speak German, then you will be very popular....