Before he finished speaking, there was another loud explosion in the distance, mixed with the fierce sound of gunfire and crossfire. The soldier said no more, set up his weapon and began to shoot into the darkness, as if attacking an invisible target.

Behemoth.

"Get up, hurry up!"

Hoffa kicked Noble anxiously and stretched out his hand.

"Apparition."

"Damn..."

Noble scrambled up from the ground and grabbed Hoffa's wrist.

The sky was illuminated by fire again. Noble didn't hesitate and grabbed Hoffa's wrist with his backhand.

Crack!

With a loud bang, the two disappeared from the spot.

A group of soldiers were left holding guns and firing into the darkness. The orange bullets were flying in the air like countless bright yellow lightnings.

City. Noble pulled Hoffa and stumbled out of the Apparition. At this moment, air raid sirens filled the streets of Paris.

Pedestrians on the road fled in all directions, and a large number of trampled fruits and vegetables were scattered on the street. Some war horses tied to pillars screamed desperately because they were frightened.

Soldiers on the streets jumped on jeeps one after another. More than a dozen military jeeps flashed their dazzling spotlights and sped through the streets, kicking up large clouds of dust.

"Go, go, go! Hurry up!"

Norbert urged from the front.

Hoffa hurriedly caught up with Norbert, who was almost out of sight.

Noble led Hoffa very skillfully, twisting left and right, into a narrow alley. Here, he opened a heavy wooden door of the church and pushed Hoffa in.

After closing the thick wooden door, the alarm sound outside the door became muffled.

This was probably a corridor used by a Catholic church to transport goods in the past, and it looked quite clean.

Norbert leaned against the door and took a few deep breaths, then he kicked over the trash can in annoyance.

"These damn Muggles won't be able to stay clean for a few days."

Scraps of paper were flying, and Norbert lost his temper in the church tunnel.

Hoffa looked at his irritable companion and fell into thinking. It was already 194, and the center of the Muggle conflict had shifted to the Soviet Union. Why did they suddenly start fighting again?

After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't figure out anything.

Norbert was still angry at the side: "Okay, now I have used apparation. What will happen if the German wizards stationed there notice it?"

"Just because you're aware of it doesn't mean you can find it right away."

Hoffa comforted him: "We still have time to run away."

"Run, run again. Where do you want to run this time? Antarctica?"

Norbert said angrily.

Hoffa was amused: "If you go to Antarctica, you have to find the stolen weapons first. Please lead the way."

The two of them walked forward along the long and narrow tunnel. The tunnel was not empty. After not walking far, the two of them saw a black man sitting on a chair drinking beer. When Noble passed by, the black man

He also said hello to him.

Gradually, more and more people gathered in the tunnel.

These people were tired and lazy, with unkind eyes and fierce looks on their faces. They were either shouting and drinking or wiping their weapons. At first glance, they looked like they were making a living in the black zone.

Some were dressed like priests in monastery clothes. They stood on wooden boxes and recited eulogies impassionedly, promoting religion and belief.

When the two of them reached the corner of the tunnel, a big black man with tattoos on his arms came out from another corner. He had two sharp blades on his waist and an assault rifle on his back.

"Hey, Hoffa. Hey, Noble."

The strong black man greeted Hoffa in English.

"Yo, Gamp."

Hoffa nodded briefly to him.

"Did you just see the explosion outside?"

The tall black man asked with some fear.

Hoffa nodded: "I saw it."

"I haven't played for a long time, why did I start again today?"

"This is wartime, so it's not surprising if there's a fight anywhere."

Hoffa said.

"It seems to be the same reason..."

The black man pondered for a moment and then asked curiously: "Where are you going so late?"

Hoffa didn't answer.

"Go find Durant."

Noble replied.

"You guys are also looking for him?"

The black man asked as he walked away in surprise.

"Why, there are others looking for him."

Norbert asked.

"I have heard that the British Ministry of Magic has recently sent people to look for him."

"The British Ministry of Magic sent someone to look for Durant?"

Norbert's eyes widened.

"almost."

The black man replied: "It happened in the past two days. Two days ago, one of my subordinates received a wizard from England at the station. She got off the bus and asked about Durant's location."

Noble immediately asked vigilantly: "What's going on?"

"You think those people will tell me?"

The black man shrugged his shoulders: "I'm not interested either. Your British affairs have nothing to do with me."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of a corridor at the corner of the tunnel and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

After the black friend left, Noble's expression became a little uncertain: "The Ministry of Magic is looking for Durant, what do you think?"

Hoffa pondered for a moment, frowned and said:

"That guy Durant is greedy for life and afraid of death. If the Ministry of Magic follows the clues and finds him, he will definitely spread the news about our privately manufactured weapons."

Noble: "The Ministry of Magic knows you are here, what do they want to do?"

"Who knows, but no matter what, we should find him before the Ministry of Magic."

...

...

Half an hour later.

Hoffa and Noble emerged from the tunnel one after the other.

They came to the East 20th District of the city.

The rain had stopped at this moment, and a huge half-moon hung high in the sky.

In the blue-black night of France, churches and monasteries towered like clouds. The spiers of those ancient buildings were covered with all kinds of strange statues, which presented a grotesque appearance in the night.

The chaos in the outer city has not spread here yet, and it seems to be peaceful here. Only the occasional gunshots like firecrackers can be heard in the distance.

However, this was commonplace during the war years.

The two of them bypassed a monastery that had been bombed into ruins and arrived at a shabby bar in a corner of the city.

The swaying neon lights flash on and off.

Several black men with guns were checking the people coming in and out at the door of the bar.

Hoffa shook his arm, and the magic amplifying glove transformed into a mouse, jumped out of his palm, got into the bar in the blink of an eye, and disappeared among several black people.

Upon noticing Hoffa and Noble's approach, the black men armed with rifles immediately surrounded them with fierce looks on their faces.

"Hand over all your weapons."

Noble drew his pistol and put it in the black man's hand.

The black people were still not satisfied, so they pressed Noble and Hoffa against the wall and groped them randomly.

Hoffa and Noble did not resist. After accepting the interrogation similar to an airplane security check with open arms, they entered the bar without any influence at all.

The bar was filled with a strong and weird smell. A group of red-faced white people were puffing out smoke, and the air was filled with a choking smell. There were some waitresses with revealing figures and heavy makeup walking among the crowd. Most of them were young and had faces.

With a numb smile on his face.

There is a dance floor in the middle of the bar. In the middle of the dance floor, there are several black beauties and white women dancing pole dancing with their upper bodies exposed. There are some francs and marks scattered under their feet.

Hoffa had long been accustomed to this kind of custom. As people came and went, he would bend down in the crowd and pretend to tie his shoelaces.

A black mouse jumped out of the darkness, returned to Hoffa's arm, and transformed back into a magic amplifying glove.

He stood up, and Norbert leaned against his shoulder and whispered:

"Wait for me first. I'll go find Durant. I'll give you a signal when I find him. That guy hasn't seen you, so we'll catch him by surprise."

Hoffa nodded and walked straight to the bar without saying much.

Noble turned sideways and disappeared into the dancing crowd.
To be continued...