Reborn As a Pirate

Evelyn Natural Breath Flower Shop, Wesley Street, North District.

Harry stood outside the shop with a pot of roses in his hand, facing the street, looking left and right.

His face has never been good at expressing, that awkward look combined with clumsy bouquet gestures, just like a young man meeting his lover for the first time.

Seeger walked briskly from a distance, stopped behind Harry, bent down, and sniffed the fragrance of lilies in full bloom.

"Idiot Harry, if a man can't even make a flower bouquet, no matter how handsome he is, he won't be favored by ladies."

"That's just right." Harry continued to look at the streets and alleys with people coming and going, "Anyway, I don't plan to get married in the near future, and after I see you, I don't want to."

"Oh?" Seeger beamed, "Could it be that our Harry fell in love with his boss?"

"You misunderstood, I just simply doubted the gender of every woman around me, without any other reason."

Gossiping like an incision, Seeger confirmed that it was not Harry in disguise behind him, and Harry also confirmed that it was Seeger in disguise behind him.

"Why didn't anyone come over yesterday?" Seeger asked.

"Thanks to you, that smuggler named Edward Kenway had a wild outburst the night before, which caused Mr. Rasheed Avenger to panic too much. The Mary Daya Chapel was very active yesterday, and we didn't have enough manpower, so we deliberately forgot you gone."

"I heard that during the bloody night in Qianwan, more than two hundred slaves died, right?"

"It seems that not meeting with us will not affect your normal reception of news."

"Because of his charm, Kidaril obeyed me." Seeger's eyes turned into crescent moons.

Harry cracked and crushed the side of the flowerpot.

"Do you have any new instructions?"

"Instructions?" Sig teased the sky full of stars in front of him with his slender fingers,

"I don't know why, but I always pay attention to that smuggler. Where is he now?"

"Back Bay, we found out that he rented the water tank of Haight Shipyard."

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

"He didn't have enough gunpowder on the ship. In order to ensure the detonation effect, Ryan only blew up 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 stinky face: "The defense is very tight, there is no chance."

"Another color shock?"

"Sand didn't dare, he was scared out of his wits by Edward Kenway."

"Tch!" Sig smiled and broke the neck of a flower, clapped his hands, and exchanged another flower, "Harry, do you know the two forms of revolution since ancient times?"

"Um?"

"One kind, the revolutionary has the courage to sacrifice, and takes the initiative to find trouble with the oppressor. The other kind, the revolutionist is as cowardly as a mouse, and the oppressor finds him."

"Is it to guide the smugglers this time?"

"Isn't it good? No matter what the cause of the fight is, as long as there is a fight, people tend to ignore the danger behind it..."

...

Wesley Street, David's Café.

The joint plan with Seager was arranged by Harry alone.

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

The two people exist in the form of one light and one dark. The bright one goes to the flower shop to meet Sig, while the dark one stays in the cafe with the best view on the whole street to guard against any possible accidents.

Today it was Rodney's turn to make a secret call. The chief secretary was wearing a half-worn tuxedo and sitting on a chair on the porch of the coffee shop, smoking a pipe, spreading a newspaper, his round and kind face was serious, just like a poor countryman gentleman.

In a distant coffee shop, Harry and Seager leave without saying goodbye.

Seeing Harry pass by, Rodney shoved the rose he was holding to a young girl holding a man's arm in disgust, then kissed him forcefully, ignored it, and walked away.

The man and woman started to quarrel, and the quarrel became fiercer and darker, and the pedestrians on the street were attracted by them, forming a circle around the coffee shop...

Only then did Rodney stand up unhurriedly, put on his top hat, put on a newspaper, leaned on a short stick, and left a silver coin on the table.

He walked around the crowd with a smile and was about to turn into the alley when he suddenly heard a woman in the battle group crying, followed by a crisp "pop" and a short scream from a man!

?

Are American women so rigid?

He subconsciously looked back, and while his eyes were wandering, he suddenly caught a familiar figure.

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

The Eighth Company and the Drake Chamber of Commerce, two groups that once had a brief friendship in arms and came to Boston one after another with their own ghosts, finally met for the first time because of an unprovoked quarrel.

This kind of opportunity is more than rare.

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

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

On the other side of the eighth company, Hina and Bell are probably the only ones who are remembered. After all, Hina’s rock climbing in Kahawei left an indelible impression on people, while Bell took the entire eighth connection out of Le The captain of François' Lucky Horseshoe once hypocritically delivered overheated cocoa and blankets to everyone on board.

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

Rodney was stunned, and suddenly remembered a reliable rumor that the second formation was preparing to provide reliable support for the eighth company.

"No way... are you Junker nobles?"

The current situation is that the eighth company is very short of people.

In the huge Boston, the British did not leave too many support points when they evacuated. A mere 150 people were scattered in the four districts helplessly. Sig clearly had many means to force Kidaril to change his family. However, limited by manpower, it has not been able to be truly implemented.

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 have a large number of people, Rodney feels that, no matter whether Bell is the support or not, it is necessary to use him to tie the entire Drake Chamber of Commerce to the thief ship.

How did you say that sentence? The British help the British, and those who don't help are Yankees.

He immediately chased after him excitedly. Sweet Potato Novel Network

Halfway through the chase, he gradually began to feel something was wrong.

Bell seemed to be slow and careless, but the pace of his feet was fast and steady, just like... the subconscious urgency of the members of the eighth company in secret operations.

"Is Captain Judea here to join?"

Rodney's questions were quickly answered.

Crossing Wesley Street, Bell turned into a deserted alley on Beacon Hill Avenue.

There is a civilian army officer hidden in the alley. Judging by his clothes, he should be a second lieutenant from the Sons of Liberty.

Bell smiled and shook hands with him: "Mr. Second Lieutenant, you really keep your promise."

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

"A reception held by the lieutenant colonel..." Bell pursed his lips depressedly, "Tell me, how much do I need to increase the price?"

"Ten...no! Fifteen pounds!"

"God will hate you, sir, you're making a fool of yourself."

"God hates you savage smugglers! Twenty pounds, here's the invitation, do you want it?"

Crash!

Bell quickly grabbed a handful of gold coins from his pocket, counted out the value of twenty pounds as quickly as possible, paid the money with one hand, and took the goods with the other.

Rodney saw it all.

In his impression, Lieutenant Colonel Fardijon is the secretary of the Sons of Liberty Legion, responsible for the purchase and distribution of ammunition for the whole legion, so he has a wide range of friends and often holds banquets.

But Fadijon is by no means a pro-British person, or in other words, it is impossible for all people in the United States who have anything to do with arms to be a pro-British person.

Why would Bell want to go to the banquet in Fadijon?

Who are you seeing?

Or is it about to perform some action, like... killing people?

"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 soft female voice like fine sand.

The voice appeared behind him silently, interrupting his self-control lightly, just like the gossip between old friends, there was no dissonance at all.

Cold sweat immediately covered Rodney's back!

He subconsciously stepped away, drew his gun in the process of stepping, and turned back in the process of stepping.

But before that step hit the ground, he heard a pop...

With a sound of poof, the sharp blade cut into his side neck, and then passed through with ease as he turned his head, piercing the skin on the other side.

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

"I seem to have seen you before."

"Ha... Na... Yes..."

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

As he spoke, Hana Yang drew out the dagger.

The sharp blade cut off the artery, vein, trachea, esophagus, and vocal cords in sequence during the process of withdrawing the cavity, but it did not expand the wound, leaving only a long and thin bloodstain on both sides of the neck.

Rodney fell down weakly, twitching and spitting out big mouthfuls of dirty blood, but he couldn't make any more sound.

He began to struggle, struggling to crawl out of the dark alley, describing helplessly dragging out bloodstains all the way, and using the bloodstains as ink, leaving scattered and almost unrecognizable 【K】【R】【E】【A】【D 】Five letters.

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

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

Not long after, Bell completed the deal and returned from the same path, crashing into the Shura Field unsuspectingly.

"Yesra! What have you done!"

"According to your request, sweep the end."

"Sweep up? Kill passers-by? Fortunately, the seller came from the other side..." Bell felt that he was going crazy, "Yesra, I just bought an invitation, and it's not shameful!"

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

"Well……"

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

"Don't worry, that's not a passer-by. I remember seeing him before, and he did call out my name."

"Acquaintance?" Bell immediately became alert, "Where did you meet?"

"I don't remember." Hana stretched out her finger and pointed to the letters on the ground one by one, "But these words may be useful."

"Kread... Knead, pinch? Did you pinch him?"

Hannah shook her head.

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

Hana pointed to her side neck and nodded seriously.

Puzzle solved!

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

"Strange horns..." Hai Na repeated it several times, "Do you want to erase it?"

"Of course, wipe it off. People are dead anyway. Judging by his appearance, no one will avenge him."