Hoffa thought he was choking, so he just handed him the water glass next to him, but he suddenly shook his head and stared behind Hoffa.

Hoffa puffed up his cheeks and asked, "What's wrong?"

Silby: "Back...back."

Hoffa turned his head and his eyes widened rapidly.

squeak squeak!!

With a few violent tire screeching sounds.

A black old-fashioned car parked in front of the hotel, followed closely by three green jeeps full of soldiers.

The car stopped and the door opened.

Three tall men wearing black military uniforms, black high-top leather boots, two silver stripes on their chests, and white swastikas on their arms pushed open the glass door and walked in with their heads held high.

Snap!

The fork in his hand fell into the plate, and Hoffa felt a little dizzy.
Chapter completed!