My own war game

Chapter 297 Quasimodo
In late September, the weather in Paris began to become foggy and rainy, and people would even feel a little cold if they returned home too late.

In the darkness of the night, Benice rubbed her shoulders that were exposed to the air with her hands. The cool mist caused tiny bumps on her arms.

Although it was a bit cold, the 19-year-old girl did not choose to put on a coat - her delicate collarbone and fair skin were the most perfect parts of her figure, and today she wanted to always show her best side.

The girl jumped over the puddles carefully to avoid having the mud and water splash onto her skirt, then stopped hesitantly at the entrance of a secluded alley.

She came back too late to attend the float girl tryout, but she didn't regret it.

General Charles de Gaulle is coming. In order to welcome this French hero, the citizens of Paris will hold a grand rally on the Champs-Elysées to celebrate the liberation of Paris. Unlike previous military parades, the public participation this time has been greatly enhanced, and the most eye-catching thing is the float parade.

The floats are made by major non-governmental organizations and are filled with flowers and colorful paintings. Each float is also equipped with a float girl - they will show their youth and beauty to the whole of France, and even have the opportunity to communicate with Mr. Charles de Gaulle face to face.

It was the moment every Parisian girl dreamed of, and Bernice was no exception.

The only problem is that there are only 16 floats, which means that only 16 girls will be lucky enough to get this chance, but there are thousands of competitors.

Although her opponent is strong, Benice is very confident in her appearance. She also has a secret weapon - a good voice.

She had a very good voice and she thought it was no worse than that of the girl named Lunsa. Sometimes she imagined that she could use her beautiful and passionate voice to inspire the soldiers to advance towards the artillery fire that night.

Just thinking about that feeling made her feel numb and trembling all over.

There were still no pedestrians around, so Benice plucked up her courage, picked up a stone from the ground and put it in her handbag, then made up her mind to enter the alley.

Squeak~squeak~squeak~
The sound of a wheel axle turning was heard on the dark street. The girl turned around in panic and looked at the opposite side nervously.

A water truck drove over from the corner of the street, and behind it was a worker whose face was not clearly visible.

Phew~ The girl breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be someone she knew.

"Quasimodo, you scared me." The girl said to him coquettishly.

The original water delivery man for this block was unlucky. He was killed by a stray bullet in the firefight the previous night. His successor was an ugly guy with one blind eye and burns on his arms.

At first, people nearby were a little scared, but later everyone found that this man was a very hardworking guy. Not only did he fetch water from the Xiangshe on time every day, he also took care of a large flower garden by himself.

How can someone who likes flowers be a bad person?
The girl with no life experience thought naively.

What happened later further verified her statement. The water delivery worker got along very well with everyone, and the neighbors almost unanimously agreed that he was an ugly but kind-hearted man.

By chance, Benice discovered that the other party had a very high cultural literacy. He had revised several of the girl's speeches, and his writing was very fluent.

"He has such great writing skills, but he turned out like this. He must have had a very tragic past." The girl thought sympathetically.

After they became familiar with each other, the girl gave him a nickname: Quasimodo - the name of the kind-hearted but ugly weirdo in "The Hunchback of Notre Dame".

The worker opposite took off his hat and saluted, then coughed twice and continued to move forward. When he came closer, he seemed to notice the girl's predicament. "Ahem! Want a ride, Miss Bernice?" The water delivery worker made room for her on the water truck.

Thinking that she wouldn't have to walk home alone at night and could avoid the dirty water on the ground, Benice nodded happily, "Yeah!"

The girl stood on tiptoe and jumped lightly onto the water truck. The water delivery worker pushed from behind and the water truck began to move forward slowly.

"How was the selection?" The other party actually took the initiative to talk today.

"Very good, I think it will be successful." Benice said happily while swinging her shoes on the waterwheel, "I will put all the flowers you plant on the float and promote your gardening skills to people all over Paris."

"If that's the case, thank you so much." The other party thanked him gently, but his tone did not show joy, but instead contained a complex emotion.

When the car was about to enter the alley, something strange happened!

Suddenly, someone blocked the way on the road ahead, and at the same time, someone came up from behind and surrounded the water truck.

"City Defense Team, night inspection!" the leader said angrily, then he pointed at Bernice in front of him and said, "Come here, why are you wandering around the streets so late? I have something to ask you."

The girl hesitated and took out her ID from her pocket. Just as she was about to get off the bus, she was pulled back.
A pistol was pressed against the girl's waist.

"I'm sorry, please cooperate with me, I will try not to hurt you." A completely different cold voice came out from the water delivery worker's mouth, and then he shouted with all his strength, raising his voice.

"He, come out, you've been doing this for more than 20 years, cough cough cough!!"

An Asian man jumped down from a high place and took away the binoculars in his hand.

"Metzer, put your gun down, you are surrounded and killed, don't involve innocent people." He Chi raised his pistol and pointed it at the German's head.

"Ahem! How did you find yourself here?" Metzer looked around and seemed to be still thinking about a way out of the impasse.

"I guess. If you want to attack Charles de Gaulle, the best time is during the parade. If I hide the explosives in the flowers and put them on the float, it would be a good choice." He Chi moved slowly as he spoke.

Then, in order to distract the other party, he added, "I have read the girl's manuscript. There are several places where the wording is clearly influenced by the Alsatian customs. It seems that it was written by someone whose native language is German."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem! It's you again... London, Kiev, Moscow, and now Paris. If it weren't for you, things wouldn't be like this." Resentment could be heard in Metzer's voice, but he got on the water truck with a calm expression.

"You want to drive the car into the alley and make me afraid to act rashly? This is not twenty years ago. Even if you blow up half the street, it will be your sin, not mine." He Chi raised the gun in his hand again.

The situation is tense!

Metzer suddenly pushed the girl in front of him towards He Chi and reached out to one end of the water truck.

boom! ! !
A gunshot rang out, and the bullet grazed the girl's cheek and penetrated the German's neck.

(End of this chapter)