"Handsome guy, come and play!"

　　 "The original Germanic girl, a girl who grew up in a monastery, only needs an octagonal gold coin tonight! Is there really a gentleman willing to miss it?"

　　 "Indians! As much as you want! As much as you want!"...

　　 Streets with foul language, stone bricks with sewage flowing across it, this is New Orleans, the most equal town in the New World today.

On July 28, the Jackdaw entered for the second time to rest after the voyage. Henna covered her veil and sat alone in a cafe by the window. Her emerald eyes flashed and swept through the dark alleys not far away from time to time. At the end of, there is an underground tavern named [Barrambas's Daydream].

　　This statement is actually not accurate.

　　 The so-called underground tavern, as the name suggests, is the tavern living in the basement, just like the old Bart’s old tavern, built in the basement of the [Gudariel-French style] ready-to-wear shop.

From the ground, people can’t see their appearance, hear their voices, or smell them. The dark alley under Hina’s eyes is just the connection to the back door of this tavern, and its front door faces the street and is connected to a blacksmith shop. Share the door face.

After drinking the second cup of tea, Hannah saw a dirty sailor running into the cafe drunk, and suddenly returned to normal before the waiter came up to drive him. He threw a penny and ran to Hannah. .

　　 "Ms. Yesra, I checked it out."

　　 Hina lazily propped her chin, still looking at the crowd outside the window: "What did Desai say?"

"The Chief Artillery took us to sit there for four hours, and I really waited for Mr. Helmsman. He and a few strangers entered a stall nearly an hour away. The Chief Artillery inquired and found that there was a special hospitality. VIP place."

　　 "VIP?" Hina frowned, "Judea should be the second time to New Orleans. Even if he has a soft spot for that pub, he has come here three times, and there is no reason to be treated as a VIP."

　　 "The commander of the gunner said so too! And we have been guarding the vicinity, making sure that the stranger who was sitting in the first card has not left. When Mr. Helmsman entered, they were still inside."

　　 "What about sneaky..." Henna sighed, "How many of you have come out?"

　　 "Two, the commander of the gun has left two by his side, they are not enough."

　　 "Did you see the faces of those strangers clearly?"

　　 "See clearly!"

Henna nodded: "Let those waiting outside go to Qianjie to find Wang Ye, and tell him that no matter who comes out will leave them. You go back and change your clothes, tell Noya to take Lorraine to the old tavern, and then come to accompany him. I drink tea."

　　 "Yes!" The sailor ran out the door quickly.

　　 Heina raised her head with blurred eyes, called the waiter for the third cup of tea, and when the tea arrived, she started to add milk slowly.

　　 "Bell Judea, Lorraine actually trusts you..."

　　 For a while, into the night.

　　 Bell came out of the tavern with a tired look, followed the night alley, untied his belt at the root of the wall.

　　 "Why do I have to work so hard?"

　　 relieved the pressure on the bladder happily, Bell asked himself.

　　 Today’s meeting seemed to him completely unnecessary, but Chris Emmons...

　　 This gambler!

　　 Bell gave a sharp jerky shot.

In fact, many of the old brothers on the Wanderer stayed with Shaq. There are many different positions. There are fifty or sixty people in one group, and they have all grown into Shaq's confidants.

　　Bell has a very good relationship with most of them, except for one character that doesn't match up, that is Chris Emmons.

Speaking of it, the two people have known each other for a long time. When Bell boarded the Wanderer, Emmons was already Shaq’s undersecretary of staff, and his position and rank were much higher than Bell. Shaq’s relationship with Emmons The degree of trust is also far above Bell.

　　 In truth, Emmons is indeed a trustworthy good adviser, thoughtful and tireless.

　　As long as there is plenty of time, this person will always make a bunch of alternatives. Even if he knows which is the best choice, he will take care of all the materials and plans, and wait for Shaq to choose the best one.

　　 This habit makes this person very fragmented.

　　Bell hates finesse, and hates useless labor even more. Emmons takes care of both, so Bell hates him.

　　 Just like this time, the Jackdaw returned to Hong Kong safely yesterday. Bell just came to inform about the itinerary, and by the way, he wanted to know who his long-term connector was.

　　 As a result, Emmons appeared, and he had to come back today, and he would sit for three hours...

　　Does Count Judea seem to be idle?

　　 When I have spare time, I listened to him like a fool to arrange four plans to assassinate Lorraine, and then I kept it in my heart, waiting for Shaq's impossible order?

　　 That gambler... Didn’t he really know that Shaq was a sick brother?

Neuropathy!

　　 A long pee...

　　Anyone who has drunk beer for three hours and is not allowed to leave the table to put water on the way is probably going to have such a long pee...

　　 If this meeting was extended for another half an hour, Bell would even suspect that the meeting itself was an assassination of him!

　　 Emmons might be trying to swell him to death!

　　 "So, why on earth do I have to work so hard?"

　　 "You can ask Lorraine this question, and he will tell you."

　　 A nice and slightly sandy sound, very recognizable, as long as you listen to it once, you will never forget it.

　　Bell's mind tightened: "Henna...Jesra?"

　　 "Is there anything to say?"

　　 "Yes!" Bell quickly said, "Lorraine won't like me to die in your hands!"

"I know."

　　 "If you kill me, Lorraine will find out sooner or later!"

"I know."

　　 "If he finds it out, he will definitely alienate you!"

"I know."

　　 Bell is about to cry: "It's all like this, do you want to do it?"

　　Henna's voice paused for a moment: "Is there anything else to say?"

　　 "At least...let me put my pants on..."

　　 "No, I don't know how to watch it."

　　嘭!

　　……

　　 When he woke up, Bell found himself lying in a bright secret room full of wind lanterns. The pants were worn, but it felt a little damp, and there was a faint smell of urine.

　　 There were five people lying around him, four were stormtroopers to protect Emmons, and the last one... really was Emmons.

　　 was served in a pot...

　　 Bell was heartbroken, lifted his leg, and kicked Emmons' ass.

　　 The heavy boots were firmly printed on Emmons's pants. Emmons trembled and opened his eyes blankly.

　　 "You exposed ~lightnovelpub.net~ idiot." This was the first sentence he woke up.

　　Although Bell thought so in his heart, but Emmons said so, he felt that he could not show weakness anyway.

　　 "It's you who exposed, gamblers!"

　　 Emmons sat up so that he could tidy up his clothes in time, and at the same time check the environment of the room.

　　 "Simple wooden doors, no windows, no sound outside the walls, no wind and light in places like cracks. It seems that we are underground, a separate single room, or part of a secret room."

　　 "It could also be the tomb. Lorraine buried us alive." Bell arrogantly said.

　　 "Impossible, because of the water level, the land of New Orleans will seep water, and all the tombs are built on the ground."

　　 "He may have dug a new one."

　　 "If there is no time, the reasoning does not hold."

　　 "He has money, you don't understand the power of money, because you can never save money in your hands." New 81 Chinese network update the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

"It's good that I can't save money, but because of this, I understand the power of money better than you." Emmons stood up and moved his hands and feet. "And I have been buried alive. Experience tells me that those who buried Help me tie up my hands and feet, lest I find a way out."

Before 　　's words fell, the simple wooden door was kicked open.

Lorraine stood at the door with a strange expression, and said to the seamen behind him: "I said that my hair is a personality. Even if I am locked in a closed place, he will not utter a word we want to hear... "