Leif jumped down four meters in height, and slammed his shield heavily on the soft grass.

The hustle and bustle of the battlefield immediately rushed over.

Leif changed for a while, lowered his head and got into the pillars of the villa, squinted his eyes and looked at the unexpected battlefield.

This is an invasion.

The falling torches singed sparse and heavy gunpowder smoke on the grass, and the gunpowder smoke was full of guards with different forms of death.

Cut in the waist, decapitated, hit several bullets, wounded all over the body...

One by one they maintained the appearance of fighting or fleeing, with their hollow eyes looking at the sky, there was no sound or reflection.

A dozen strong men carrying short guns and long knives were stepping on a pool of blood to gather towards the gate of the villa.

Leading them was the short-lived neighbor in the New Cadiz Hotel, the bearded man who was as strong as a bear.

He carried a huge guillotine with a square, square and bright black blade on his shoulder.

The guillotine has an inverted triangular cross-section, and the shank has a blade length of one meter, five or six. The blade is rudely frustrated with huge rows of serrations, just like the fangs of a certain creature.

And it was so heavy that it was meaningless, the back of the knife was nearly **** thick, even Leif, who especially liked heavy weapons, couldn't understand the value of such casting.

Shao Hu waved his guillotine, carrying wind and thunder, and slashed the door of the villa with a bang, smashing the door into the air.

There was a panic scream from the room, probably in response to a guard behind the door being hit by the flying door.

Leif became excited.

The strength and skill shown by the slash of the beard is no less than that of a good Viking warrior. In other words, he is not a weak chicken that can be seen everywhere, but a strong enemy!

Valhalla's warriors will not let go of every rival.

For a moment, Leif completely forgot Lorraine's instructions, and regardless of whether the opponent found him or not, he threw his shield and sword.

"Oh!!!!"

Before the person arrived, the sound came first, and Huo, who was about to enter the door, paused and glanced at Leif from a different place.

"Fix him." He said to his Indian coachman.

The coachman grinned and licked his dry lips, and drew a huge wheel axe from behind: "It looks like a good opponent."

As he spoke, the coachman divided the water and walked out from the center of the crowd, walking in one step, two steps, and three steps into an extreme run. At the fifth step, he stopped abruptly, lunged, twisted his feet, and shook his long arms.

The axe flies!

Ooh!

...

Henna squatted boredly by the chimney of a wooden house near the villa.

It is night and the moon is high.

The bright moonlight dutifully wiped away most of the shadows on the streets, leaving only a small amount to hide.

But even so, Henna can still find her place easily.

Her current location is on the east side of the villa, separated from the villa by a fence and a piece of grass. You can see the courtyard gate of the Port Authority from a distance, and you can barely see the gate of the villa.

These visions were enough for her to see that Lorraine entered from the courtyard, into the villa, into the study, and then...

Someone launched a raid on the villa!

Hina saw the figure leaping over the high wall with ease, stabbing the guard to death, and then opened the door to usher in a dozen fierce and unscrupulous thugs.

The rioters attacked the guards who were caught off guard. The guards were unable to fight back, leaving the corpses all over the floor and retreating towards the villa.

The study seems to have no response to this.

Sound insulation structure?

Henna is not so sure.

But whether it's soundproofing or trapping, Henna knew that the first thing she did now was to tell Lorraine the news of someone invading as quickly as possible.

She stood up, and the moment she stood up, a gunshot suddenly came from behind her head.

Bang!

The sudden gunfire, the location, is about 300 meters away from the church.

The study window was shot through, but the gunfire did not stop there.

With the second shot, a clumsy figure fell, and with another shot, the second clumsy figure fell.

Henna frowned and looked far away at the study, and soon saw the window's counterattack.

Returned steadily and slowly, about two shots a minute, firm and steady, and accompanied by two other messy and disorderly gun flames.

The heart that Henna mentioned was then let go.

The leading gunfire is the rhythm of the A-level shooter. If there is no particularly good Spaniard in the study, then the shooter is either Lorraine or Barto.

Considering Mara’s virtues, Henna is almost certainly Bartow.

It seemed that Lorraine was fine, and since the window was broken, even if she didn't notify him, Lorraine must have known the news of the invasion.

"Then next..."

Henna hung her veil lightly and jumped downstairs, looking up in the direction of the bell tower.

"The hunting soldiers must be removed as soon as possible."

...

The corridor is overlapping with hell.

The carpets and wallpaper were splattered with blood, and the paintings and decorations were messy.

Servants, guards, maids, thugs, alive, dead, dead, dead... people come and go, and they are beautiful.

Lorraine drew the thin sword from a thug's chest, and let the warm blood spill on his body, staining his leather shoes.

The mob stared at Lorraine with his eyes open, his mouth open, and his throat gurgled vaguely begging for mercy.

But that didn't stop Lorraine from stopping, and neither could the hands that grabbed Lorraine's cuffs with all his might.

Lorraine pulled out the sword completely and pushed the mob away from him with a light push. The mob fell on the soft carpet, twitched, turned over, and tremblingly climbed towards the stairway, marking a harsh trajectory with thick blood stains.

Lorraine did not chase, he stood there, looking at his dirty dress in disgust.

"That's why I don't like fighting in a dress..."

He muttered depressedly, took off the unsaved tuxedo, wiped the blood stains on the sword with the priceless woolen cloth, and hung it on the knight armor used as decoration beside the aisle.

The crawling mob was dead, maintaining the classic posture of "don't stop", with his outstretched hand less than two meters away from the stairs.

Lorraine looked at the long twisted bloodstain, frowning little by little.

This group of people...who are they?

Lorraine couldn't guess the origin of these people, and didn't know the background, identity, background, and purpose.

He did insinuately planted the identity of the behind-the-scenes man on the fortress commander Antonio de Torrecias in front of Mara, but that was to help Mara better determine his determination to blow up the arsenal.

After all, stupid people are the best at saving others by themselves. As long as he doesn't care about Torrecias's life, he can understand directly and confidently that Torrecias wants his life.

But in fact, this possibility is almost impossible.

The three-legged military status quo of San Carlos is stable. It has experienced the test of history, and the Governor's Mansion and the fleet admiral are behind the scenes.

Killing Mara will not do any good for Torrecias, but will make the garrison fleet hysterical and reduce the evaluation of his commander during his tenure, which is not conducive to his re-election.

Mara once said Torrecias is within easy reach of re-election. He is probably the person who is most desperate for stability in the city right now, and Mara and the major grenadier stationed on the watergate are the source of the turbulence.

So... is the grenadier Major Gonzalo de Oviedo behind the scenes?

From his point of view, killing Mara can indeed kill two birds with one stone, reducing competitors and exposing Torrecias' incompetence.

Mara is dead, Torrecias must be guilty of his duties, and the next commander's position will be vacated, making Oviedo the only old man suitable for succession.

Is it just an old man who will definitely become a candidate?

The admiral lost his nephew in this year's power struggle. In order to appease him, the governor is likely to take the initiative to give up the position of commander in the next year and the entire year's profits.

It can be seen that this kind of adventure, this kind of huge adventure that will ruin one's reputation if it fails, is an extremely insecure and cost-effective chess game for Oviedo.

Oviedo might not even bother to try.

But apart from these two ~lightnovelpub.net~ Is there a third force in this fortress that can implement this scale and has reasonable motivation?

Lorraine thought silently, and saw the **** beard stepping up the stairs.

An incredible thought came to Lorraine's mind in the blink of an eye.

They are pirates, and their purpose is to **** Thomas the Fly's token in this fortress.

In other words, they didn't even know that Thomas the Fly's token was in Torrecias' hands.

Lorraine couldn't help but cocked his mouth.

Beard looked at Lorraine with red eyes: "Boy, I seem to have seen you."

"New Cadiz, Mr. Pirate. Will I be lucky enough to know your name?"

"Wilfert, the arsonist." Hu said with a grinning smile, "I have another funny name in the Caribbean, Edward Blackbeard. Bored people like to call me... Your Royal Highness the Pirate King."

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