Evelyn's natural flower shop on Wesley Street, North District.

Harry was standing outside the shop with a pot of roses, his face facing the street, looking left and right.

He has always had a bad expression on his face, and his cramped look and clumsy hand gestures make him alive like a young man who has met his lover for the first time.

Sieg stepped on brisk footsteps from a distance, stopped behind Harry, leaned down, and sniffed the rich fragrance of lilies.

"Idiot Harry, if a person can't even hold flowers, then he won't be favored by ladies no matter how handsome he is."

"That's right." Harry continued to look at the crowded streets. "I don't plan to get married anytime soon. After seeing you, I don't even want to."

"Oh?" Sig was beaming. "Did our Harry fall in love with his boss?"

"You misunderstood. I simply suspected the gender issues of every woman around me. There is no other reason."

Like gossip about the incision, Sig determined that Harry was not disguised by others behind him, and Harry also confirmed that it was Sig disguised as someone else behind him.

"Why didn't anyone come here yesterday?" Siger asked.

"Thanks to you, the smuggler named Edward Kenway had a brutal attack on the eve of the night, which caused Mr. Leheed's Avenger to be overly flustered. Yesterday Mary Daya Chapel was very active and we were not sufficiently staffed, so I deliberately forgot you. NS."

"I heard that more than two hundred slaves died in Qianwan Bleeding Night, right?"

"It seems that not meeting with us does not affect your normal receipt of messages."

"Because of his charm, Kidalil is obedient to me." Sieg's eyes turned into crescents with a smile.

Halikala squeezed the side of the flowerpot with a sound.

"Do you have any new instructions?"

"Instructions?" Sieg teased the gypsophila in front of him with his slender fingers, "I don't know why, I always care a little about that smuggler. Where is he now?"

"Back Bay, we inquired that he rented a water tank at the Haite Shipyard."

"The arms of the Saints are still in his hands?"

"There was not enough gunpowder on his ship. In order to ensure the detonation effect, Ryan only exploded half of the ship, and the cargo of the other half was still in his hands at least yesterday."

"Is there a way to destroy it?"

Harry shook his head with a foul face: "The defense is very tight, there is no chance."

"Instigate another color shock?"

"Sand didn't dare. He was shocked by Edward Kenway."

"Hey!" Sig smiled and twisted the neck of a flower, clapped his hands, and changed it. "Harry, do you know the two forms of revolution since ancient times?"

"Um?"

"One is that the revolutionaries have the courage to sacrifice and take the initiative to find trouble for the oppressors. The other is that the revolutionaries are as timid as a mouse, and the oppressors find him."

"Is this to lead the smugglers?"

"Isn't it? No matter where the fight starts, as long as there is a fight, people tend to ignore the danger behind it..."

…

Dawei Cafe, Wesley Street.

The joint plan with Sig was arranged by Harry alone.

Sieg said that there are only three people who can know her current situation, so the three people are arranged in shifts, with two in each class.

The two existed in a bright and dark manner, going to the flower shop and Sieg junction in the dark, and staying in the cafe with the best view on the whole street to guard against any possible accidents.

It was Rodney’s turn to whistle today. The chief secretary was sitting on a chair in the porch of the coffee shop in a half-old tuxedo, with a pipe in his mouth, newspapers spread out, and his round and kind face with seriousness piled on him, and he was alive in a depressed country. gentleman.

In the coffee shop in the distance, Harry and Sig left without saying goodbye.

Rodney watched Harry pass in front of him and gave a young girl who was holding a man a rose in disgust, then he gave a strong kiss, ignored it, and walked away.

The two men and women began to quarrel. The more quarrel, the more fierce, and the darker and darker they were. The pedestrians on the street were attracted by them, and they formed a circle around the coffee shop close to the battle group...

Rodney stood up unhurriedly, put on his top hat, clipped the newspaper, and leaned on a short stick, leaving a silver coin casually on the table.

He smiled and walked around the surrounding crowd before turning into the alley, when he suddenly heard the women in the battle group crying, even though it was a crisp sound and a short scream from a man!

?

Are American women so rigid?

He looked back subconsciously, and while his gaze was drifting, he suddenly swept a familiar figure.

"This is... Captain Judea of ​​the Drake Chamber of Commerce?"

Eight Lian and the Drake Chamber of Commerce, the two groups that had had a brief friendship with each other and came to Boston with their own ghosts, finally realized their first real meeting because of an unprovoked quarrel.

This kind of opportunity is more than rare.

Although the two sides had helped each other in the Halloween operation, the actual contact time was not long.

So apart from Lorraine and Leheed who happened to have changed their costumes, the seafarers who had participated in the Halloween operation in Lorraine only had a certain impression of Harry, because Harry had been the temporary liaison officer of the Golden Deer.

On the Balian side, Henna and Bell are probably the only two remembered appearances. After all, Henna’s rock climbing in Kaha has left an indelible impression, while Bell connects the entire Balian. The captain of François' Lucky Horseshoe had pretended to hand overheated cocoa and blankets to everyone who boarded the ship.

Why did the captain of a British Chamber of Commerce appear on the streets of Boston for no reason?

Rodney was stunned there, and suddenly remembered a reliable rumor that the second formation was preparing to provide reliable assistance to the Eighth Company.

"No...Are you a Junker noble?"

The current situation is that there is a shortage of people in Eight Company.

In the huge Boston, the British did not leave too many points of support when they evacuated. 150 people scattered all over the four districts helplessly. Sig Mingming had many means to force Kidalil to change his door. But limited by manpower, it has not been able to really implement it.

Bell is likely to be the support sent by the second formation. Considering that Drake's sailors are not only good at fighting but also large in number, Rodney felt that whether Bell was the supporter or not, it was necessary to pass him through and tie the entire Drake Chamber of Commerce to the thief ship.

What does that sentence say? The British help the British, but those who don't help are the Yankees.

He immediately chased after excitedly. Sweet Potato Novel Network

After halfway through the chase, he gradually began to feel wrong.

Bell seems to be slow and careless, but the pace under his feet is fast and steady, just like... the urgency of the people in the eighth company subconsciously in the secret operation.

"Could it be that Captain Judea came to join him?"

Rodney's question was quickly answered.

Crossing Wesley Street, Bell turned into an uninhabited alley on Beacon Hill Avenue.

There is a civilian army officer hidden in the alley. Looking at his clothes, he should be a second lieutenant of the Son of Freedom.

Bell smiled and shook hands with him: "Mr. Ensign, you really kept the contract."

The second lieutenant frowned and took two steps back: "Mrs. Fa Dijon doesn't like us reselling her banquet invitations, especially the smell of fish in the wine!"

"A reception held by the lieutenant colonel..." Bell narrowed his mouth gloomily. "Say, how much do I need to increase the price?"

"Ten...no! Fifteen pounds!"

"Sir, you are sitting on the ground and raising the price. God will hate you."

"God will only loathe you savage smugglers! Twenty pounds, the invitation is here, do you want it!"

Wow!

Bell snatched a handful of gold coins from his arms and counted out the value of twenty pounds as quickly as possible, paying with one hand and picking up the goods with the other.

Rodney saw everything in his eyes.

In his impression, Lieutenant Colonel Fa Dijon was the commander of the Liberty Sons Corps, responsible for the procurement and distribution of the army's arms, so he made a lot of friends and held banquets from time to time.

But Fa Dijon is by no means a pro-British person, or in other words, all the arms involved in the entire United States cannot be a pro-British person.

Why did Bell want to go to the banquet in Dijon?

Who are you meeting?

Or are you ready to perform certain actions, such as...killing?

"Wait, the so-called support of the second formation..."

"What could it be?"

While thinking about it, Rodney's ears were suddenly occupied by a female voice as soft as fine sand.

The voice appeared silently behind him, and the lightness interrupted his self-control, just like gossip between old friends, no violation at all.

The cold sweat immediately covered Rodney's back!

He stepped away subconsciously, drew his gun while stepping, and turned his head back as he stepped.

But before that step had landed, he heard a puff first...

With a pop, the sharp blade cuts in from his side neck, and then follows the movement of turning his head easily to pass through, piercing the skin on the other side.

The two looked at each other, and Henna stared at him with emerald eyes.

"I seem to have seen you."

"Hey...na...yes..."

"It seems that I have seen it, I remember correctly."

While speaking, Hina Yang drew out a short knife.

The sharp blade cut the arteries, veins, trachea, esophagus and vocal cords in order during the process of retreating the cavity, but did not enlarge the wound, leaving only a thin bloodstain on each side of the neck.

Rodney fell weakly, twitching and spitting out a mouthful of dirty blood, but couldn't make a sound anymore.

He began to struggle, struggling to crawl out of the dark alley, described as helplessly dragging out blood stains, and using blood stains as ink, leaving behind scattered and almost unrecognizable [K] [R] [E] [A] [D 】Five letters.

Henna didn't try to stop him, just squatted down, trying to remember where she had seen him.

It's a pity that she didn't remember it in the end.

Soon after, Bell completed the transaction and returned from the same route, and crashed into the Shura Field unsuspectingly.

"Yesra! What did you do!"

"According to your request, finish."

"Finishing? Killing passersby? Fortunately, the seller went from the other side..." Bell felt that he was going crazy, "Yesra, I just bought an invitation, it's not shameful!"

"Then why make an appointment in such a place?"

"Uh…"

Henna stood up, looking for Bell's sight like a cat.

"Don't worry, it's not a passerby. I remember seeing him before, and he did call out my name."

"Are you an acquaintance?" Bell immediately became alert, "Where have you seen it?"

"I don't remember." Henna pointed out the letters on the ground one by one with her finger, "but these words may be useful."

"KREAD...Knead, UU reading www.uukanshu.com pinch? Did you pinch him?"

Henna shook her head.

"It's not a pinch...that's the unfinished French Kreacher, the monster's horn...you stabbed him?"

Henna pointed to her side neck and nodded earnestly.

The puzzle is solved!

Bell clapped his hands complacently, and concluded his statement: "It seems that this is not a last word at all, but an unfinished testimony of the deceased, [Strange Horn]. You said that he knew your name. This shows that it is strange The corner is probably the code name they made for you!"

"Strange Horn..." Hina said repeatedly, "Do you want to erase it?"

"Of course wipe it off. Anyway, everyone is dead, no one will avenge him, depending on his looks."