Hanmang!

A bit of cold light suddenly appeared in front of Nelson's eyes, with a faintly unrecognizable pink color, and shot straight from Sergeant Sixs' throat to Nelson's eyes.

Nelson had no time to react.

Under the cold light, before death, he did not feel the fear and panic, nor could he relive all the precious things of life, just looking at the eyes of Sergeant Sixs in amazement.

Six... is he dead?

His question was destined to be unanswered, Henna jumped out at the same speed as an electric flash, her slender legs stretched straight, and she kicked his waist before Hanmang.

Nelson flew out unsuspectingly, smashing the cabinet fastened to the bulkhead, and his eyes turned black.

The cold light shot into the hollow, and there was an inexplicable force pushing the body of Sikes, and the mountain fell down to Hina.

Hannah cautiously chose to avoid her, her figure flashed aside, and she steadily got stuck between the hatch and Nelson.

"Manipulate dead bodies and learn from other people's words. I thought I could learn more useful things from you."

"Simplicity is effective." Zainni, who was as thin as a child, walked into the cabin, took off the two iron hooks on his waist, and crossed his chest. "Our purpose here is to pull a horse, but through torture, I seem to ask Telling some unexpected things, for example, your employer is actually British."

"But you didn't give up the assassination."

"Because we don't choose opponents, we just need to marathon."

Henna thought about it seriously and shook her head: "Lorraine said Mara is very important to us, and I can't give it to you."

"The expected answer." Zainni sighed regretfully. "This time the burden is tied to you, Assassin, so... die."

Before the words fell, Zainni's figure suddenly activated.

He ran in the cramped cabin, dividing the distance of more than one meter into three steps with small fragments, reaching a high speed in two steps, and the raised iron hook suddenly appeared in front of Hannah like a teleportation.

Henna lowered her waist without hesitation.

With her legs still and her shoulders open, her waist showed amazing flexibility, twisting her body into an arch bridge just between her breath.

And she didn't plan to finish the action at all.

Zainni's swing was not over yet, and her waist was too low to avoid the iron hook, and she knelt down on both knees.

Kneeling, Henna's body leaned forward halfway, and her bent waist bounced back like a bottomed spring. Her opened arms were cut from the left and right in front of her body, slashing towards Zainny's neck like a hug. And lower abdomen.

Lightning flint!

But Zainni's reaction was no slower than Hina's.

With a single blow, he swung the hook straight away, swung away Henna's left knife with a hook, and raised his leg to hold Hanna's right arm with his shin.

After doing this, he still had a hand free, holding it high, as if the back of his head had eyes, and when he waved his hand, he let his iron hook fly out of the handle, dragging the slender iron chain, and flying towards Nelson who was dumbfounded.

Henna withdrew the left hand knife.

The action of withdrawing the knife is not to attack, but to understand the fulcrum of Kai Zainni's balance.

Losing the fulcrum, Zainni's body shook slightly. At this moment, Henna used her right arm to force Zainni and pushed Zainni out completely, making the hook that was pulling the chain completely unsteady. Trajectory.

The iron hook flew obliquely and rubbed on the bulkhead, and the thin blade on the outside like a scimitar cut long cut marks on the bulkhead, and fell to Nelson's side with a jingle, and Nelson couldn't help but slap a spirit.

monster……

After staying with Lorraine for a long time, Nelson found that he seemed to recognize the neutral word "monster" more and more clearly.

In the past, he always associated this word with the characters in the story of fire dragon, griffin, chicken snake, monster, deep sea banshee, etc., but now the equivalent of this word is Lorraine, Henna, Leif, that can The Indians who fought hard against Leif, and the middle-aged assassin with the size of the child in front of him...

It's more realistic and more magical.

But these people deserve such praise.

Nelson saw with his own eyes that the middle-aged assassin and Henna hardly moved their legs or feet in the intense and short fight just now.

There is no room for fighting and moving in the cramped cabin. The two of them drew the ground as a prison, and launched a dazzling round of offensive and defensive attacks on this small square beside the cabin door, and this offensive and defensive was not aimed at killing each other. The target is him.

One is going to assassinate him, the other is going to protect him...

Nelson suddenly felt a strange sense of honor.

Look, when a monster wanted to kill him, God immediately sent another monster who did not believe in God to protect him...

But...why did the monster kill him?

Nelson cleared his throat and stood up with his teeth rubbing his waist and eyes.

"Sorry, although it's somewhat out of date, from my understanding, you don't seem to be allies of the Spaniards?"

Zainny glanced at Nelson coldly: "Yes, we are not allies, Mr. Colonel."

"Drake said that the pirate Blackbeard attacked the Spaniard's port authority villa. Can I understand that we have a common enemy?"

"No, Mr. Colonel." Zainni retracted the chain of the hook and clicked to lock it. "I said to the little girl that we don't pick enemies, we only pursue what we need."

"What do you need?"

"No comment."

Nelson was silent for a moment: "The arsonist Wilfert, a Liverpool native, a great pirate, has a lot of blood and debts, and enjoys 575 pounds in the Admiralty, ranking seventh among all pirates in the Caribbean."

Zainny raised the hook: "You want to say that you know us well, Mr. Colonel. You want to say that after this time, you can let us have no place to stand on the sea. Every navy says that, but you never did it. ."

Nelson waved his hand: "No, no, Mr. Pirate with outstanding skill. I want to say that in England, the navy and pirates are not always enemies. Blood debt is not a big problem, after all, even the king can pardon Henry Morgan."

"Do you want to reconcile?" Zainni narrowed his eyes in surprise. "At this time?"

"I know you have boarded the ship, but you do not have the advantage." Nelson pointed to Henna, and then to the outside of the cabin. On the deck, the brave Indian was also defeated by Mr. Ericsson."

"Poor Sergeant Sixs is a problem that lies between us. He has followed me for a long time. He has been the captain of my guard since the Badger. He is loyal and very pleasing to me."

"But this time he caused Drake's displeasure. Before you board the ship, Drake even asked me to consider punishing him."

"Now he is martyred. When I return, I will write a report for him that demonstrates his bravery. Ask the Admiralty to consider his care ~lightnovelpub.net~ and compensation to his family according to the highest standards. Although in It is not appropriate to say that before his body, but his sacrifice has maintained my friendship with Drake..."

"Enough!" Zainni interrupted Nelson forcibly, "What do you want? Mr. Colonel."

"I want to cooperate." Nelson adjusted his military uniform and sighed unwillingly. "We are facing a problem. There is a problem floating on Lake Nicaragua, and you are very good. You should be able to provide us with a lot of Helper arm."

"What can we get?"

"As Ms. Yesra said, Major Mara is very important to us to solve this problem, and the honor of a gentleman does not allow me to hand over a real nobleman to a pirate. But you can at least contact him, under our supervision. Ask him, if he has what you need, as long as Drake doesn't object, you can even take it away."

"This is my condition. In my opinion, it is a very favorable condition." Nelson smiled, "So, Mr. Assassin, I look forward to your answer."

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