Reborn As a Pirate

Hannah fixed the sling to the chimney of the fireplace, stepped on the wall and landed lightly.

There is a row of shutters at the height of the middle warehouse, with six windows on each side, corresponding to the hanging buildings in the warehouse.

Some of them are dormitories for thugs and workers, while others are scattered with sundries.

Henna leaned against the blinds and listened quietly, and quickly identified the breathing sounds of three of them on one side.

From one pocket she took a wooden clip to clamp her nose, and from the other pocket she took out a torch and some damp tobacco.

The ignited tobacco soon released thick white smoke. Henna held her breath and watched for a while, then stuffed them into the gap of the blinds.

The sling, the tobacco, and the old windproof firefly were all bought from Old Hansa along with the wound medicine.

As a tavern owner and human trafficker in Black Harbor, he has many strange things that are hard to find in the world.

Just like these tobaccos, their origin is the New World, soaked in the mandala juice sent from India, the smoke has a strong hallucinogenic effect, and it is not as addictive as poppy, which is deeply rooted in Black Harbor. The favorite of the three teachings and nine streams.

Assassins also like Datura. Since the long past, they have used this special tasteless hallucinogen as a smoke, breaking into houses, and harming everywhere.

After finishing working on one side, Haina returned to the roof barefoot, and went around to the other side to repeat the old trick.

After she finished working on both sides, she turned back to one side, pulled out a knife to pry open the blinds of the utility room, and turned over to enter.

There was a strange smell in the utility room, like stinky socks, and organic matter rotting in the corners, which had not been cleaned for a long time.

As if she hadn't heard of it, she bypassed the messy tables and stools, jumped over a few full laundry baskets, and leaned on the door to listen quietly.

The aisle was very quiet, and the breathing in the dormitories on both sides was a lot heavier.

She gently opened the door and glanced downstairs through the crack.

There are more than a dozen sealed wooden boxes piled up in the corner of the warehouse. There is no one in the aisles of the hanging buildings on both sides, and there is no one below. Both the door leading to the front warehouse and the small door leading to the back warehouse are tightly closed. Reality.

Henna walked out of the room briskly, took out the small knife on her lap, used it to pry open one of the bedrooms.

The thug's bedroom was more chaotic than the utility room. Haina went straight to the bed, glanced at the strong man lying on the bed with a flushed face, and waved a knife.

A sharp knife cut into the inner neck, cut off the trachea, blood vessels, esophagus, and vocal cords, and then pulled them out again.

Warm blood spurted out from the wound and splashed all over the wall. The thug subconsciously twitched twice, and there was a strange gurgling sound in his throat, and he stopped after a while.

one two three four five six……

On the hanging towers on both sides, Hai Na took graceful catwalks and slowly harvested six lives, then wiped the knife clean, removed the wooden clip on the nose, and locked the small door of the back warehouse.

After confirming that nothing was missing, she opened the door to the front warehouse.

Squeak!

The door opens.

The wet Lorraine was panting, lowered her head, and when she saw Henna open the door, she smiled heartily.

"several?"

"Six." Hana frowned and stared at Lorraine's chest, "Your wounds burst open."

"Penetrating wounds, if you move, there will be some marks left, so don't make a fuss." Lorraine held the door and walked past Hana, "Where's the living?"

"There are no survivors."

Lorraine was taken aback: "You didn't survive?"

"Why keep alive?" Hana asked confidently.

...

Why stay alive...

In the front and middle warehouses, there were a total of eight thugs out of ten. In theory, there should be two remaining thugs staying in the back warehouse with Lao Bari.

This is the state without visitors tonight.

Before entering the arena, Lorraine and Haina stepped on the spot. The known information is that there are two guards at the back warehouse gate, and two side-by-side carriages are parked at the gate.

How many carriages does Old Barry have?

Is the person guarding the door the last thug of old Barry?

There is no way to tell.

Lorraine stood behind the small door of the Zhongcang for a long time, then gently pulled out the locking pin, went up the hanging building with Hana, and hid in the utility room.

At the request of Lorraine, Hana hoisted the roof of the warehouse again, and about half an hour later, she brought new news.

Old Bari didn't sleep, he was chatting with another man in the room, the barn door was still guarded by two people, and there were still two carriages outside the door.

That said, the old Barry has visitors tonight, which is bad news.

Lorraine stared intently in thought.

"Hina, how much smoke do you have?"

"Six volumes."

"How much does it take to be hallucinogenic?"

"If it's just to affect the action, it doesn't take much." Haina opened the door and looked at the closed door. "If you want to stun people, you need a little more time."

"If that's the case..." Lorraine endured the pain and stretched his waist, "I need you to go to the back warehouse and dissuade Mr. Barry from leaving his property."

Saying goodbye to Henna, Lorraine started to work.

There is hay in the cargo box of Zhongcang, a small amount of porcelain and some tinware, all of which are special products from the East.

He selected four of the boxes, took out the goods, threw cigarettes in them, and placed them in a circle around the small door.

After placing the boxes, he dodged to the side of the small door, pressed against the wall, pinched his nose like Henna did, and held his breath to ignite the hay.

The wooden box burned quickly, and the white smoke from cigarettes was wrapped in thick black smoke, covering Lorraine, and drifting into the back warehouse along the crack of the door.

Lorraine heard the chaos in the back warehouse, some people shouted fire, and some people shouted vague names.

The chaotic shouts were getting closer, someone kicked the door open, and threw a large bucket of water in with a raised hand.

Randomly splashed water does not extinguish the fire, it only makes the black smoke thicker.

Someone cursed a few words outside, and then five or six big men rushed into the middle warehouse with buckets and basins, murmuring, and stared at the burning wooden boxes in a daze.

"This……"

A cold light in the black smoke pierced through the heart of a big man, pulled it out again, and pierced the neck of another big man with his hands.

The wooden basin and barrel fell to the ground with a clatter, and the two big men fell limply. Lorraine dropped the sword, and drew out the scimitar on the waist of the big man with a lowered hand, and slashed at the two of them with a muffled grunt.

The overly violent movement caused his wound to burst open, and the squeezed blood penetrated the bandage and stained his shirt red.

But Lorraine beheaded four people in an instant.

He turned around and slashed at the fifth person with the scimitar, but he didn't want the other party to be on guard, so he blocked Lorraine's knife with a clang.

"Boy, it turned out to be you!"

The smoke gathered by the hedgehogs near the small gate was dispersed by Lorraine's movements, the other party saw Lorraine's face clearly, and Lorraine also saw the other party clearly.

It's the leader of the day!

Lorraine took a deep look at him, stepped back slowly out of the smoke, and took a deep breath.

"Greetings from Lorraine Drake, Artis Chamber of Commerce, sir."

The leader kicked over the wooden box in front of him, and led another survivor out of the smoking area with a smirk, standing opposite Lorraine.

"Interesting little trick... I said earlier that you don't know what to do, but it seems that I was right."

Lorraine nodded with a smile, but did not reply.

That kick turned over the burning hay, and the black smoke became indistinct, filling half of the middle warehouse.

No one knew which strand was mixed with the poisonous smoke of Datura. Lorraine took a long breath, and felt that it was better for him to inhale less.

The chief took his reaction to youthful arrogance.

"Judging from your injury, your captain's heart is cruel enough, but unfortunately the stabbing wasn't accurate enough."

The leader was talking, holding a knife and flower, bending over and shoulders, posing in a fighting posture.

"Why do you have to die for such a captain? Is it not good to be alive?"