Reborn As a Pirate

In the blink of an eye, thirty minutes had passed since Lorraine and Henna met.

There was still no trace of the carriage at the end of the road, and Hannah did not come out of the woods to meet Lorraine with the bad news.

Looking at the dark clouds gathering in the sky, Lorraine couldn't tell whether it was the unresolved situation that made him irritable, or the depression before the storm that made him uneasy.

Maybe the latter.

Because he was far from the only one who showed irritability. Just across the road, in another forest opposite Lorraine and the others, several big men with guns on their backs came out cursing and swearing, and they were yelled at by people hidden in the forest. went back.

They are the killers of this assassination.

This morning, Daniel secretly visited Bach's private house in the name of sending money for the operation.

With the help of Nuoya and Wang Ye, he appeared alone by Bach's bed like a ghost, easily stunned the intelligence dealer's bed partner, and left two hundred pounds in cash. The course of action for this assassination was appropriately requested.

A total of three people accepted the reward, including a little-known little pirate, an excellent fur hunter and a street gangster. They organized a huge team of 42 people and set up a joint command group, ready to go forward together. Retire and share this huge sum of money together.

Lorraine has always admired the underground world, especially the current situation.

Even if they publicize their secrets to everyone, the news will be firmly locked in the circle. Unless someone deliberately sneaks in to inquire, otherwise the mainstream society will never hear the slightest clue.

It would be great if one day the Drake Chamber of Commerce could also form such a closed loop of information...

Lorraine sighed with emotion.

He knew that day would never come.

Sea ships are a place with huge mobility, and it is not easy to cultivate a group of loyal sailors. Even if it is really cultivated like the Butterfly at that time, as the scale of the Chamber of Commerce expands, he must place the sailors he trusts. to more important positions.

It's not that there are no true loyal righteous men in the world of white people, it's just that their culture is doomed that such people are just aliens, and it is absolutely impossible for them to appear on a large scale.

Loyalty must be rewarded, benefits, status, reuse, everything is good.

Regarding this point, Lorraine has already started to do it in Lucy. The fifty people left on the Golden Deer were diluted to take important positions in the Caribbean Branch, and the remaining ten people were promoted to seamen according to their respective strengths. This is due to the lack of positions for all flagship sailors to be transferred to the Jackdaw.

When the time is right, the Jackdaw will also undergo a similar promotion, with the Musketeers behind Lorraine bearing the brunt.

Considering the characteristics of smuggling, Lorraine felt that it might be a good idea to let them serve as the backbone to expand the fleet.

It's just that in this way, there are fewer and fewer people who can be used to carry out covert operations.

You can't have both...

Are you trying to find a way to recruit a group of sailors from the Pan-Han and Tang cultural circles?

In terms of the shelf life of loyalty, people who are baptized by Confucian culture can last much longer than those who grew up listening to the teachings of God.

The problem is that in the vast West, where can you find groups of yellow-skinned sailors? Even if they found it, how could they take this Viking barbarian as their master for granted?

Standing at the bow of the boat facing the wind, leading them to recite "Guan Canghai"? Or go to Greenland's iceberg to memorize "Qinyuan Chunxue"?

Or recite the two songs together?

Facing Jieshi in the east, you can see the sea. Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow?

Can they really understand such a high-end arrogance?

And the frozen sea for thousands of miles...isn't it the Arctic Ocean?

Are there bastards in the Arctic Ocean?

Wouldn't that product hibernate in a cold environment?

Unless God creates a hot spring cave similar to Hebasi in Greenland, they can live alive and kicking.

But what do they eat?

Speaking of which... how do those lizards and anacondas in Herbazi usually solve their food problems?

Out of those briquette holes to hunt?

While waiting impatiently, Lorraine's mind drifted farther and farther, higher and higher, and as he drifted, Karen suddenly pulled him.

"Captain! Captain!"

Lorraine was stunned for a while, then suddenly came back to his senses: "What's wrong?"

"There are gunshots in the distance!" Karen was a little incoherent with excitement, "And, Yesra is here!"

After a long call, Hannah appeared in front of Lorraine accompanied by distant gunshots.

She gasped for breath, her skin was flushed strangely due to the long-distance high-speed running, and the close-fitting battle suit was soaked with sweat, and she could hardly stand for a while.

Lorraine hurried up to support her: "Hina, how are you doing?"

"The carriage is coming, and there is still a corner away... There are more than a dozen guards trying to catch up, but they were intercepted by an ambushing assassin, and suffered heavy losses." Hana swallowed hard, "I want to take a break , the rest is up to you..."

...

Count Galvez curled up in the corner of the carriage in horror, his body covered in bruises from the collision.

These are the gifts that New Orleans gave him during the drag racing process.

Thanks to the terrible road conditions that seemed to have been cursed by God, the carriage ran very bumpy, very bumpy, and there was almost no time for the four wheels to touch the ground at the same time, and there was a danger of rollover anytime, anywhere.

All the count could do was pray.

But maybe the carriage was running too fast, or maybe it was too far away, God didn't seem to hear his prayer at all.

He suffered an assassination, assassination of ING.

He didn't know how many gunmen were hiding in the woods, but he only saw the first shot, which missed, startled the horses, and also scared away his groom who kept saying he was as loyal as me.

And the guards whom he had placed high hopes on used their skilled equestrian skills to let the road out of the way. No one tried to control the startled horse, and no one tried to rescue their master!

It's a conspiracy!

The carriage flew up again, and then landed heavily. It was the earl who flew up, hit the hard roof, fell, and hit the opposite seat with a bang like a kowtow.

The earl was so smashed that he lost his perception of his surroundings and escaped into a chaotic world.

Miraculously, his mind was opened.

It must be a conspiracy, someone bought his groom, bought his guards.

Most of the people were bribed and participated in the assassination in the form of internal response.

The person who bought them was water?

During the war, all the guards canceled their vacations, and his groom was a slave brought over from Europe, serving his family for two consecutive generations...

Who can complete the bribery of these people in front of his face without anyone noticing?

Only the messengers of the Duke of Richelieu and the Count of Flanders!

Those fat-headed French nobles finally made a move on him!

The count rubbed his head and took a deep breath.

These despicable nobles must not have been able to bribe everyone, otherwise they could have used guards or grooms to do it, and the success rate would have been greatly improved.

There are still noble knights who are loyal to him.

Because in the process of drag racing, the earl heard the sound of panicked hooves, anxious shouts, and gunshots like thunder and landslides!

A battle was taking place behind him, and his loyal guards had fallen into a trap, lay in an ambush, and were fighting hard.

There are no guards around him anymore...

He who has lost his guard, what is waiting for him?

Overturned? More assassins? Shoot? Or tortured before shooting?

Seems dead.

A deep sense of despair enveloped the count, and in the midst of his despair, he heard the howl of Cerberus.

Boom!

After a sudden gunshot, the galloping horse neighed, and the world was turned upside down!

He finally rolled over, and not because of the bumps in the road, but because someone shot and killed his horse.

He fell heavily, and the sturdy carriage dragged the horse carcass on the loess road, smashing and rolling, and the luxurious gold and silver decorations were scattered everywhere.

He curled up and rolled in the small carriage, bumping back and forth like a ball, not hurting or hurting, just hugging his head and protecting his body, struggling to survive.

After a long time like this, or maybe only for a while, the tumbling stopped. He leaned against the lying carriage tremblingly, trying to stand up.

Heartbreaking pain came from the hip bone, affecting the back, shoulders, shins and forehead. Warm blood flowed out from the opening at the corner of the eyebrows, dripping all over the head, face, and body.

But he was pleasantly surprised to find that he was still alive, and judging from the way the pain was transmitted, he was alive and there was no serious injury.

Has God finally come to bless me?

Tears welled up in the earl's eyes, he endured the pain and wiped away the blood and tears, stood up, and pushed open the car door above his head regardless.

"Boom!"

There was another sudden gunshot, and the buckshot hit the car door, making a big hole in the door.

More intensive gunshots followed, bang bang bang bang, concentrated on the thick roof one after another.

The count curled up again in fright, holding his head, trembling, listening helplessly to the frantic shouts outside the car.

"Kill the stupid Frenchman!"

"Kill the Frenchman! Go drink the strongest wine and sleep with the hottest woman!"

"Kill!"

"Protect the earl!"

"Attack! Attack! All groups spread out, suppress the target, pay attention to evasion, the gunfire keeps on!"

"Attack!"

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

More intensive gunshots came from the other side of the carriage. The Earl could not see the situation outside, but only vaguely felt that another wave of people had rushed to the battlefield.

reinforcement?

But how could there be rescuers here?

Could it be that his guards broke through the interception and caught up in time?

He couldn't figure it out, and the current situation didn't allow him to think it over carefully, because he heard a voice coming from the bottom of the upright carriage.

"Is the Earl Galvez inside? Please stick to the roof of the carriage as much as possible to avoid unnecessary accidental injury."

As soon as the words fell, without waiting for the earl to react, a sledgehammer slammed over, smashing the wooden board with just one blow, and punching a hole the size of a fist in the bottom of the car.

There are a pair of brown eyes through the hole, and they meet his four eyes with a smile.

"I'm so relieved to see you still alive and well," said the eye.

The count swallowed heavily, leaning against the ceiling with a pale face: "You...you are?"

"My name is Edward Kenway, a free smuggler. Don't worry, I will rescue you."

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