The blue waves, the clear sky, the sea and the sky are the same color, this is a beautiful sight from the route of the Mid-Atlantic Ridge.

The Jackdaw sailed on this wide sea, full of sails, high bow, chopped waves, and electric switches.

The strong sea breeze of the Atlantic Ocean brings her a stable high speed, and the wide wing sails spread like the side fins of a flying fish. The Jackdaw swept northward at a speed exceeding ten knots, and the sea mirror behind it was torn apart, leaving a sharp tortuous trajectory like a whistle tail.

Today is October 18th, the tenth day the Jackdaw leaves New Orleans.

Because of the change in the purpose of the voyage, Lorraine naturally abandoned the tightly guarded inshore route and headed west on the northern end of Grand Bahama Island, sailing out of the continental shelf and returning to the mid-ridge route he was familiar with.

The Jackdaw needs to sail on this route for six days. After crossing the 42th parallel north latitude and cutting eastward, it will continue to sail for two days, and it will be able to wipe the corners of Newfoundland and reach the coastline of Massachusetts.

Today is the second day of being in the spine, which means that if everything goes well, Lorraine will be able to step on the land that belongs to Boston only in another six days.

"It takes 16 days for a single trip, and no more than 30 days for a round trip... It is indeed right to choose a long-distance road. Although it is close along the coast, it may be a waste of five or six days just waiting for the round trip. The second formation...nor I know if Shaq's control over that fleet is as strong as the first formation..."

Leaning against the guardrail of the ship's bow, Lorraine was blowing the sea breeze, smiling at Jenny and McCarthy as the companion ship hovered.

Sea parrots are small birds that do not fly high or far. They are excellent hunting targets for many birds of prey, so Jenny and McCarthy have rarely had the opportunity to soar in the sky like today.

But it doesn't matter now.

The Jackdaw is too far away from the land, far beyond the suitable hunting area for birds, and the vast sky is exclusively for them these days.

It's just that it hurts the white ears.

The little lazy cat has never given up the thought of opening up the sky, and rushes around behind McCarthy's **** every three to five.

In the past two days, the little female bird followed the restless little male bird higher and higher, and the white ears dared to rush to the top of the mast, and she could only scan the beard and yell pitifully.

The cry of sorrow was as if it were the main house, but Jenny in the sky was like a third party intervening.

"Peace and joy, Lorraine." Bell whistled and wandered lazily to the bow of the ship.

Lorraine smiled and nodded, and said softly: "Emmons took the blue water drops to Newfoundland. Counting the time, it may have landed today, right?"

"If there is no shipwreck on the road..." Bell shrugged, speaking in the softest tone of the most cruel words among the sailors.

"Almost 4 days..." Lorraine murmured, "He said that he would hand over the patrol plan of the second formation to me in St. John's. Do you think it can be successful?"

"You gave him a full five hundred pounds. For that old gambler, if he can't get a patrol plan, he will blow up the Channer-Basque wharf, making the second formation completely unable to leave the port. ."

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Humming, Humming...

The undulating bluestone road echoed with brisk and full of vitality footsteps.

Following the sound, the sun illuminates a pair of small and delicate brown leather boots.

The owner of the boots is wearing a green skirt and a top hat of the same color. Zhang Qiaoxiao's beautiful face is reflected under the plain yarn, with big eyes, a raised nose, blonde and blue eyes, and a little bit of vermilion lips.

She doesn't look very old, there is still tenderness in her eyebrows, and the baby fat on her pretty face can't be covered.

These characteristics make her look very small, even if she is not small at all, even if she is not a standout at a height of about 170 cm, she will not be too inferior even if she stands among men.

Beauty, vitality, childishness, and the faintly heroic figure revealed from time to time, she attracted most of the attention on the street as soon as she appeared on the stage. The ladies looked at her curiously, and the young man blushed and peeked at her.

Suddenly, she was holding a small half-old but clean suitcase in both hands, holding her slender neck high, looking for the house numbers on both sides of the road.

"No. 33 Wesley Street, No. 34, No. 35 is missing, the next one is No. 37..."

This is Boston.

To be precise, it is the North District and the old district of Boston. The pioneers of the year came to this barren land by boat. With three mountain packs as the center, the original Boston was built by the mountain, which is the land underneath.

After more than a hundred years of development, this place has become the most beautiful and pleasant place in Boston. The dense and compact Greek-style buildings are scattered on both sides of the road, and streets are outlined in undulations, converging radially toward the center of the town. , The round and towering Beacon Hill.

The pure white lighthouse stands on the top of the mountain, and the bright yellow lights illuminate the earth, guiding and attracting waves of pioneers with dreams and hopes.

This is the history and glory of Boston.

"God was with the pioneers, and I hope He can be with me... Sure enough, I still like this town."

The girl showed a bright smile, put down the suitcase, and gently knocked on the wooden door in front of her.

After a while, a big bald man in a chef's uniform came out and said gruffly: "Our shop opens at 3 o'clock in the afternoon every day, and only serves dinner and midnight snacks."

The girl didn't care, pulled up the skirt and leaned slightly: "Are you short of people here?"

The big man was startled.

"Even if there is a shortage of people, I don't want to use those disobedient hillbillies."

"I'm from the city, I have a good education, and I know how to learn about Entupa."

The big man's eyes narrowed: "What are you paying attention to when you eat?" Le Shu Bar

"I don't eat fish on Friday. Other than that, I'm not particular about diet."

The atmosphere instantly relaxed.

The big man led the girl into the house, and soon took out a sealed letter from the house and handed it to the girl.

"I always thought that my aunt would introduce a well-trained gentleman, but I didn't expect it to be a beautiful lady."

The girl played with the letter: "It's not because Boston is not peaceful during this time. Men are too conspicuous when they first come, and women are not conspicuous. Some things are much easier to do."

"So that's it!" The big man laughed. "Ruby Oran, Undersecretary of Massachusetts Colonial Affairs of the Royal Bureau of Secrets, it's nice to meet you, beautiful lady."

"Sigrit Christina Teresia, Special Operations Commissioner of the Eighth Company of the 52nd Corps of the British Army, if you feel awkward, you can call me Sig."

"Austrian?"

"Austrian, Dutch."

The big man flushed with excitement: "It seems that the New England masters are going to make a real move this time!"

"Of course, Uncle Oran." Sig yelled sweetly, his slightly dumb voice full of magnetism and an indisputable charm of temptation.

The big man was flushed with embarrassment, and he had nowhere to put his big hands.

"Then what... I'll call you a carriage. Kidalil Villa is at the foot of Beacon Hill, several kilometers away from here!"

"Then I'll go outside and wait for the bus, thank you uncle."

After speaking, Siger lifted his suitcase and opened the door, standing quietly at the entrance of the alley like a beautiful sculpture, blending between the red wall and the blue brick.

A drunk man fell awkwardly behind her, motionless, as if dead.

A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of Sieg's mouth: "It really fell like a fall, idiot Harry."

The drunk still maintained the calmness of a dead body, but his voice floated out from the cracks in the bricks.

"Although I knew you were going to wear women's clothing... But when I saw it, I still felt sick."

"No way." Sig sighed helplessly. "I have had too many beautiful encounters in this city. Simply makeup can't protect my identity."

"So you simply hide your gender, so that people can't think in the right direction at all. Right, Captain?"

"Please call me Sig here or Miss Teresia."

"It's disgusting."

"To each other."

Lieutenant Harry was silent for a while.

"Go...Miss Teresia, you're going to be a tutor at the house of Major General Kidalil, commander of the Central Boston Legionnaire, right?"

"This was arranged before."

"I worry…"

"Worry?"

"You are dressed like this now, if that stupid major general starts to pursue you, what will you do?"

Sig raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry, it's my specialty to capture women's hearts. Few people know better than me what kind of woman will discourage men."

"In that case... how do we contact you in the future?"

"Only the three of you can contact me, location..." Siger looked around on the street, and immediately locked onto a flower shop not far across the street. "77 Wesley Street, Evelyn's Natural Breath Flower Shop. From now on. I will be there every afternoon at 3:30, staying for half an hour, and remember that nothing falls on paper."

"Yes. So before the new order is issued, shall we continue to investigate the underground street?"

"The Continental Army, the City Hall, the Civilian Army, the Qing Church, we...There have been several mysterious assassinations during this time. UU Reading www.uukānshu.com shows that in addition to the above five forces, there is another wave of people hidden in Boston. It must be found out as soon as possible."

Seeing the carriage appear at the end of the road, Sig stomped slightly.

"Okay, the carriage is coming. Remember to tell me when there is news. I'll be here today."

As soon as she finished speaking, the drunk man trembled twice as if suddenly waking up, then wobbly stood up and staggered into the corner.

The carriage stopped and Sig carried the suitcase into the carriage.

"Hey, variables... I hate variables the most." She muttered softly, "Whether it's better to bury it or hang it up when it comes out?"

The driver suddenly pulled the partition glass and poked his head in: "What did the young lady just say?"

Sieg's expression was flawless.

"Sir! I said please go to Kidalil Villa in Beacon Hill. I have some motion sickness, please drive more steadily, thank you!"

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