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"Is the mission over yet?" Stendhal finally held back his complaints, and it was useless to say otherwise, just to make himself upset.

Mu Qing stretched his arms back and stretched his waist: "It's no problem, it's enough to watch them fight among themselves, let's take Heine away—"

Having said that, he paused and looked at Stendhal meaningfully: "Speaking of which, how did you decide to deal with Heine?"

This is a very sensitive topic, and Mu Qing knew that although Stendhal's mission this time was mainly to help him, he still had to report his actions to Paris and issue orders there.

"You should know that he is a German. After arriving in Paris, he must not be allowed to leave easily, but we will not restrict his freedom. As long as he does not leave Paris and does not contact Germany, we can make him like a Just like normal people."

"This kind of thing is hidden from me...it's not necessary." Mu Qing smiled at him. Obviously, he didn't believe Stendhal's rhetoric at all. Not only Heine, but he might have a long time to go back. There is no freedom in time, but "can you guarantee that he will not be allowed to go to the battlefield again?"

"Even if he wants to go, it's impossible. France has no shortage of powerful people with supernatural powers." Who is the most likely target of France's war?

Of course it is Germany. In this case, even if Heine himself wants to go to the battlefield, no one will allow it.

"Speaking of which--" After hearing Stendhal's words, Mu Qing reluctantly believed him. Anyway, if he couldn't do it, he took people to run away. The whole of Europe is not just these three countries. Now he suddenly found another one thing.

"You don't seem to be in a hurry to meet Heine today? Is it because someone has been arranged over there?"

"Yes." Stendhal didn't expect Mu Qing to be so perceptive, and he was discovered just after delaying time.

"Hugo and Balzac, they were ordered to take Heinrich back to Paris together, so they went directly to the place where the snowstorm occurred."

There are too many supernatural power users in France at this stage, right?

And let's not talk about the abilities of these two people, let's talk about their popularity - aren't these two nuclear bombs directly dropped on the battlefields of Italy and Ethiopia?

Wait, so to speak——

"Aren't you going back?"

Stendhal was a little embarrassed. After all, he was arranged to help Mu Qing carry out the task at the beginning, but now that it was the end, he wanted to stay and let Mu Qing go back alone.

"But don't worry, my previous report has explained everything clearly."

Mu Qing looked straight at this silly boy.

What I want is that he can make up random things when he goes back alone!If you have finished reporting, is there any difference between going back with him or not?

"Then what should we do now? Do you need to leave now?" Stendhal was not in a hurry to leave, and Mu Qing simply did not move, and sat down on a clean stone: "If I don't go there, they should come Take ours?"

What he said was right. In short, it was impossible for Hugo and Balzac to leave him behind. He and Heine were the targets of their mission.

But their thinking is very good, but Hugo and Balzac's side is not very smooth.

As mentioned earlier, Heine's supernatural powers raged across the entire battlefield, leaving behind the snow-covered land people and disappearing directly.

Because of the long-term detention life, his health is not good, and it is all supported by the natural physical fitness of the superhuman.

Because of Edmondo's supernatural ability, it was the first time he released his supernatural ability so presumptuously. Although it was his supernatural ability, the rapid drop in temperature did not completely affect him, but Heine didn't care.

Wearing a thin windbreaker and shuttling through the wind and snow, he has not stopped his abilities, but he has already started to stop, because the Italian army is now covered by the wind and snow, so that he can move away from the Italian army without any scruples. direction.

The person who came from the top called his friend told him that if he had a chance on the battlefield, he could just go straight away, and he didn't need to be bothered.

But Heine still remembered that before he left with that Italian named Edmundo, that man was handcuffed in the Italian camp—is it really all right?

He knew that the Italians were so friendly to them because he and the young man had deceived them in the first place, but the army here was essentially the same as in Germany.If he was found running away by himself, would that young man still be able to escape?

Heine hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to walk towards the originally agreed place, but on the way to the appointed place, he met two strangers.

To be precise, it was two people and a car.

On the other side of the driver's seat of the car was a black-haired young man, playing with the lighter in his hand, leaning against the open door;

On the other side was a young man with the same black hair, but he was just sitting in the co-pilot with the car door wide open. His figure was a bit round, and he was dismantling the gun in his hand in boredom.Both of them have exactly the same three-piece suit on the inside and a long windbreaker on the outside.

Heine didn't make a sound, so it was really unexpected that such a car appeared near the battlefield, but he didn't intend to talk to these two people, but prepared to detour and move on without changing his face.

"Hello!" The young man outside the car raised his head high and pointed in Heine's direction, "Are you planning to leave directly like this?"

He looked like a completely different person from the taciturn, thin Heine.

After hearing his impolite voice, Heine slowly raised her head, her eyes were deep: "It has nothing to do with you."

"It's really strange, can't we chat for a while? After all, meeting is fate."

Although the tone of the black-haired youth cannot be said to be frivolous, compared to other French people, he is already very polite;

But Heine had just escaped from the country that had trapped him for more than ten years, and was about to go to freedom. How could he be willing to be stopped for no reason.

"I can't." Heine's voice was as cold as his superpower, which was chilling.

But the coldness didn't seem to affect the enthusiasm of the black-haired youth at all: "Don't be like this, make friends."

Heine didn't want to accept his enthusiasm at all. Seeing that there were already tiny snowflakes condensed in the air, the wind was blowing the hair of two people, one black and one white, fluttering in the wind.

But the black-haired young man didn't seem to feel any danger at all, and kept smiling.

"Okay, Victor, don't tease him anymore, tell him the purpose." The somewhat mellow young man sitting in the car was a little impatient for the two of them talking nonsense once in a while.

This scene is just like the enthusiastic black back, surrounding the turtle that has shrunk itself in its shell, constantly trying to pull him out.

From Heibei's point of view, he might just want to make friends with this little tortoise, but from the point of view of the tortoise, this dark guy is not friendly, and he is waiting to poke his head out and bite this dark guy at any time.

"Eh?" The young man called Victor turned his head and looked at his friend in the car with an aggrieved face: "He is very good-looking and has powerful supernatural powers. Can't you just make friends? Honore?"

"If you really want to make friends, you have to wait until you go back to Paris." Honoré de Balzac sighed helplessly. Because of his superpowers, his friends will always be in this way when they are on missions outside. The state of dispersing slowly, there is no sense of crisis at all.

This person only wanted to make friends, but never thought that if this Heinrich really did something with them, in the blizzard, let alone what would happen to Victor, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

"Okay then." Victor seemed a little disappointed, but he quickly recovered, and continued to face Heine with a smile on his face: "That guy Stendhal said that you shouldn't know him, but the other one should be left to you." Yours is also a fake name, what a headache, such a big plan, is there no way to rely on the street at all? Let us come with a person named Qing, who has no surname."

Only then did Heine stop and stare at the two men. Although his freedom is restricted, he has performed various covert tasks in Germany and knows a lot. Paris, are these two French?

"Heinrich Heine."

"I'm Victor Hugo, and the person in the car is Honoré de Balzac, France, a member of the Paris Commune. This mission is to bring back the superhumans and assistants who defected to Germany."

Heinrich pursed his lips, because after being in the blizzard for a long time, the color of his lips has now turned into a blue-white: "Is he French?"

"Isn't it?" Hugo held his chin, frowned and thought: "I feel like he's from Huaxia, and the racial differences can still be seen. But it doesn't matter, he's really amazing!"

His voice suddenly rose, and Balzac jumped out of the car: "Hey, Victor, there's no need to say anything superfluous, right?"

But Hugo turned a deaf ear to his words, and continued to express his admiration for Mu Qing's operation: "In less than two months, wandering between Germany and Italy easily provoked the relationship between the two countries. , and let Germany’s powerful people with supernatural powers defect! I thought that this kind of person who wandered around the battlefield and the country by himself only existed in legends! There is no lie in the book!”

"Yes, I am very grateful to him. Although Germany is my motherland, I have no reason to stay there anymore." Heine's eyebrows softened after Hugo mentioned Mu Qing: "He is smart and powerful, If it is up to me, I might either die here, or continue to be controlled as a weapon."

"Speaking of which, who are you? The commune's intelligence network couldn't find you. At the beginning, when Stendhal spread the news that he was going to defect with a German with supernatural powers, everyone was thinking how this could be successful. .”

"I'm just a person who is not recognized by my homeland." Heine shook his head. Although Germany is his homeland, he is not considered a citizen of this country when he is trapped in his homeland: "It doesn't matter anymore, it's over .”

"It's good if you can see it!" Hugo opened the back door and invited him to get in the car: "The person you mentioned, we are going to find him now!"