In the blink of an eye, a full thirty minutes had passed since Lorraine and Hina met.

There was still no trace of the carriage at the end of the road, and Henna did not get out of the woods, converging with Lorraine with bad news.

Lorraine looked at the dark clouds gathering in the sky, and for a while, he couldn't tell whether the unresolved situation made him irritable, or the suffocation before the storm made him uneasy.

Perhaps the latter.

Because he was far more irritable, he was on the opposite side of the road, in another forest opposite Lorraine and the others. Just now, several big men with guns screamed and screamed, and they were screamed by the people hiding in the forest. Went back.

They are the killers of this assassination.

This morning, Daniel visited Bach’s private house secretly in the name of transferring operational funds.

With the help of Noah and Wang Ye, he appeared alone by Bach’s bed like a ghost, easily stunned by the intelligence dealer’s bed partner, and then left two hundred pounds in cash. While strengthening Bach’s confidence, he took care of it. The plan of action for this assassination is about to come.

A total of three people accepted the reward, including a little-known pirate, an excellent fur hunter, and a street gangster. They organized a large team of 42 people, and set up a joint command team to prepare to join forces. Retire and share this huge sum of money together.

Lorraine has always admired the underground world, especially the current situation.

Even if they publicize the secrets to the public, the news will be firmly blocked in the circle. Unless someone deliberately mixes in to inquire, the mainstream society will never hear the slightest clue.

What if one day the Drake Chamber of Commerce could also form such a closed loop of information...

Lorraine sighed with emotion.

He knew that that day would never come.

The sea-going ship is a place of great mobility, and it is not easy to cultivate a group of devoted and loyal sailors. Even if they are really cultivated like the Pansy of the time, as the chamber of commerce expands, he must also place the sailors he trusts. To more important positions.

The white world is not without true loyal righteous men, but their culture predestined that such people are only heterogeneous, and they will never appear on a large scale.

Loyalty must be rewarded, benefits, status, reuse, everything is good.

Regarding this point, Lorraine has already started to do it in Lucy. The fifty people left on the Golden Deer were greatly diluted to take up important positions in the Caribbean branch. The remaining ten people were promoted to seafarers according to their respective strengths. In response to the lack of positions for flagship seafarers to be transferred to the Jackdaw.

When appropriate, the Jackdaw will also carry out similar promotions, with the Musketeers behind Lorraine bearing the brunt.

Taking into account the characteristics of smuggling behavior, Lorraine felt that it might be a good idea to let them serve as the backbone to expand the fleet.

Only in this way, fewer and fewer people can be used to perform secret operations.

You can’t have both...

Are you looking for ways to recruit a group of sailors from the Pan-Han-Tang cultural circle?

In terms of loyalty shelf life, people who have been baptized by Confucian culture are much longer than those who have grown up listening to God's teachings.

The question is, in the huge West, where can we find hordes of yellow-skinned sailors? Even if they find it, how can they take their Viking savage as the lord of course?

Standing on the bow of the ship facing the wind, leading them to recite "Viewing the Sea"? Or go to the iceberg in Greenland to recite "Qingyuan Spring Snow"?

How about memorizing the two songs together?

To the east is the Jieshi to view the sea. Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow?

Can they really understand such a high-end bastard?

And the frozen sea for thousands of miles... isn't it the Arctic Ocean?

Are there any kings in the Arctic Ocean?

Doesn't that product hibernate in a cold environment?

Unless God also created a hot spring cave similar to Hebazian in Greenland, they can live vigorously.

But what do they eat?

With that said...the lizards and the anacondas in Heba, how do they usually solve the food problem?

Drill out of those small holes like briquettes to hunt?

In the irritable waiting, Lorraine's mind drifted farther and farther, higher and higher, floating, and Karen suddenly tugged him.

"Captain! Captain!"

Lorraine was stunned for a while, and suddenly came back to his senses: "What's the matter?"

"There are gunshots in the distance!" Karen was a little incoherent excitedly, "and, Jezra is here!"

After a thousand calls, Henna appeared in front of Lorraine accompanied by gunshots from afar.

She gasped hurriedly, her skin showing a charming flush from the long-distance, high-speed running, and her close-fitting combat uniform was soaked with sweat, and she could barely stand up for a while.

Lorraine hurriedly greeted her and supported her: "Haina, how is it?"

"The carriage is coming, and there is still a corner distance... a dozen guards tried to catch up, but they were stopped by the ambushing assassin halfway, and suffered heavy losses." Hina swallowed hard, "I want to take a break. , The rest, it's up to you..."

...

Count Galves curled up in the corner of the carriage in horror, covered in bruises from the collision.

These are all gifts given to him by New Orleans during the racing process.

Thanks to the terrible road conditions here, which seemed to have been cursed by God, the carriage ran very bumpy, very bumpy, and the four wheels touched the ground at almost no time, and there was a danger of rollover anytime and anywhere.

All the earl could do was pray.

But maybe the carriage was running too fast, or maybe it was too far away, and God didn't seem to hear his prayers at all.

He suffered an assassination, assassination of ING.

I don’t know how many gunmen were hiding in the woods. He only saw the first shot. The shot missed. It scared the horse and also scared away his groom who was always loyal to me.

And the guards whom he had high hopes used their skilled equestrian room to make way for nothing. No one tried to control the shocked horse, and no one tried to rescue their master!

This is a conspiracy!

The carriage flew up again, then landed heavily, replaced by the earl and flew up, slammed its head on the hard top of the car, fell, and slammed it on the opposite seat like a kowtow.

The earl was smashed to stare at the Venus, suddenly lost the perception of his surroundings, and escaped into a chaotic world.

Something magical, his mind opened up.

This must be a conspiracy. Someone bought his groom and his guard.

Most of the people were bought off and participated in the assassination in an internal way.

The one who bought them was water?

During the war, all the guards canceled their vacations, and his groom was a slave brought from Europe, and he worked for his family for two consecutive generations...

Who can complete the bribery of these people in front of him without knowing it?

Only the messenger of the Duke of Richelieu and the Count of Flanders!

Those French aristocrats with fat brains finally shot him!

The earl rubbed his head and breathed deeply.

These despicable nobles must have failed to buy all of them, otherwise they could let the guards or grooms take action, and the success rate would be greatly increased.

There are noble knights who are loyal to him.

Because in the process of drag racing, the earl has heard panicked horseshoes, anxious shouts, and gunshots like thunderous landslides!

Fighting was happening behind him, and the guards who were loyal to him fell into the trap, fell into an ambush, and were fighting hard.

There are no guards by his side...

He who has lost his guard, what is waiting for him?

Overturned? More assassins? Shot? Or should he be shot after torture?

It seems dead.

A deep sense of despair enveloped the count. In despair, he heard Cerberus' howling.

Bang!

After an abrupt gunshot, the galloping horse neighed and turned upside down!

He finally overturned, and not because of the bumpy road, but because someone shot and killed his horse.

He fell heavily, and the sturdy carriage dragged the horse's corpse on the loess road and smashed and rolled, and the luxurious gold and silver decorations were scattered all over.

He curled up and rolled in the small carriage, bumping back and forth like a ball, knowing no injury or pain, but just hugged his head and protected his body, struggling to survive.

After a long time, perhaps only a while, the tumbling stopped. He tremblingly leaned against the lying carriage, trying to get up.

A heart-piercing pain came from the hip bone, which affected the back, shoulders, shin bones and forehead. Warm blood dripped from the tear in the corner of the eyebrows, dripping all over the face and all over the body.

But he was pleasantly surprised to find that he was still alive, and judging from the way the pain was passed, he was alive and well without serious injuries.

Has God finally come to bless me?

The earl had tears in his eyes, resisted the pain and wiped a handful of tears, stood up, and recklessly pushed open the car door above his head.

"Boom!"

There was another sudden gunshot, and the lead bullet hit the door of the car, making a big hole in the door.

More intensive gunfire sounded, bang bang bang bang, and the thick roof was concentrated one after another.

The earl curled up again in fright, holding his head, shaking, helplessly listening to the crazy shouts outside the car.

"Kill the stupid Frenchman!"

"Kill the French! Go drink the strongest wine, and sleep the hottest woman!"

"Kill!"

"Protect the earl!"

"Face! Fight! Each group disperses, suppresses the target, pays attention to evasion, and the gunshots keep on!"

"Face!"

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

More intensive gunfire came from the other side of the carriage, and the earl could not see the situation outside, but only vaguely felt that it seemed that another wave of people had arrived on the battlefield.

reinforcement?

But how can there be rescuers here?

Could it be that his **** broke through the interception ~lightnovelpub.net~ and caught up in time?

He couldn't understand it, and the current situation did not allow him to think about it carefully, because he heard a voice coming from the bottom of the erected carriage.

"Is Earl Galves inside? Please try to stick to the roof of the carriage to avoid unnecessary injuries."

The voice fell, and before the earl had any response, he slammed it with a sledgehammer, smashing the plank with just one blow, and smashing a fist-sized hole in the bottom of the box.

There were brown eyes looking through the hole, smiling at his eyes.

"I am so relieved to see that you are still healthy and vigorous." The eyes said.

The earl swallowed heavily, his face pale against the top of the car: "You... are you?"

"My name is Edward Kenway, a free smuggler. Don't worry, I will save you."

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