Hans was slightly stunned, then without asking anything, he immediately got into the carriage and hurried back, and along the dilapidated street, the carriage sped away, and soon disappeared around the corner.

After he left, Zheng Fei continued to observe the situation around the cabin with a telescope, and his serious demeanor was very similar to when he was fighting. He took a deep breath, pondered for a while, and slowly exhaled.

The opponent is the ghostly Brad, and I am afraid that only primitives can compete with it.

Also, judging from the explosion on the exchange in the morning, Brad had powerful explosives in his hands, and if he recklessly sent people to surround him, if Brad detected it, he would definitely suffer heavy losses.

Although the fleet consisted of hundreds of musketeers, all equipped with modified rifled guns, with an effective range of up to 100 meters, and could release the opposing pigeons from a distance, the problem now was that there were soldiers all over Venice searching for Brad, and the passing carriages were subject to strict inspection, and if the soldiers found the muskets, they could be detained.

It's good to say that people can find a way to save them if they are caught, but if those epoch-making rifled guns fall into the hands of Europeans, no one can predict the consequences.

It is not impossible to trigger a war centered on Italy that will engulf Europe, Asia and Africa.

In addition, there is another way that Zheng Fei has also considered - inform the local army and let them arrest it.

But when you think about it, absolutely not.

The mayor would say, "Aren't you a circus?" How did you know Brad was here? Who are you? Where did your fleet come from? Let my soldiers go up and search for it

Then there are endless troubles, large frigates, rifled guns, hot air balloons, shipboard guns, precious goods, etc., which can attract the attention of the whole city of Venice, and all the secrets will be hidden by the time.

So, the only way is to let the primitives approach the cabin silently, break down the door, and rush in alone to kill Brad!

He didn't know Brad's strength, but he knew that primitive people could catch the throwing spears thrown by the native warriors with their bare hands, and could kill the Indian tribal leader with a single blow, and his skill and reflexes were unmatched.

Now, all he has to do is wait.

Putting down the binoculars, he took out the kettle to rehydrate, hid behind the wall, looked at the stalker who kept sniffing, and asked, "Are you sure he's in there?"

"The smell came from there, definitely inside. ”

After a long and boring wait, the natives got a little impatient, and lazily leaned against the wall, their eyelids raised, counting the suns in the sky, counting the suns, or imagining the strangely shaped clouds as all sorts of animals.

"Hey, look there. One of the natives pointed to the heavens and said.

"That girl seems to be feeding the birds, why don't the birds here fly when they see people?"

"Probably a smaller turkey. ”

In the midst of their chatter, Zheng Fei leaned against the wall, revealing only one eye, staring at the movement of the cabin, not leaving for a moment, only occasionally wandering.

In the indifferent air, a few birds flew by, flapping their wings, hovering for a long time, and then running into the distance.

And just like that, half an hour passed.

A turning point occurs.

The door of the cabin creaked open, and out came a man in a black fur coat with a large-brimmed hat, standing on the riverbank with his back to this side, stretching out his arms, and after a long time in the room, he finally came out to breathe.

Seeing this, Zheng Fei hurriedly used a telescope to take a closer look.

He still had a pipe in his hand, and stood on the riverbank for a while to look at the not very beautiful scenery, and the pipe smacked twice on his fist, took some tobacco from his pocket, and took a sip.

"Captain, shall we go?" the brown bear hunter stared at his opponent, his eyes seemed to glow red, and he looked like he couldn't hold back, this was his hunting instinct.

"No, wait. Zheng Fei continued to observe, carefully looking at the man, from head to toe.

Even though it was covered by a fur coat, the bulging waist was exposed, and a short-barreled musket and dagger were pinned to it.

Judging from this person's body shape and movements, he is definitely not an ordinary person, besides, how can anyone in a fur coat live in such a dilapidated cabin?

That's right, Brad.

Brad stayed by the river for a while, and took out the roll bread from his bosom, which he had made and filled it with salt, jam, beef, and vegetables, and squeezed so tightly that it was easy to carry.

This is probably the earliest meaning of "compressed biscuits", which can effectively supplement various nutrients, but the taste is not very good.

Over the years of being a killer, Brad has rarely been able to eat delicious food, he can't be exposed to the public's eyes, even if he goes to a roadside stall to buy some snacks, the huge bounty of 500,000 yuan, how many people are ready to move?

The main reason is that whether it is rich or poor, the impression of him is that he is a devil, and he is eager to punish him quickly.

is also a person in the bad guy circle, sometimes he is quite envious of Grant, although he looks down on a thief like Grant, but he has to admit that that guy does live a chic life, at least, civilians regard him as a legend.

Whenever Brad wanted to eat something delicious or play with women, he had to keep heading east, leaving Europe and crossing the Ottoman blockade to West Asia for a while.

In fact, it is not impossible to live in West Asia and enjoy pleasure, but there is a constant war there, and you can't stay for too long.

He also tried to go to the east to go to the legendary rich Celestial Empire, but when he walked to the Taklamakan Desert, he was forced back by a sandstorm and almost died there, and then he gave up the idea

Soon, Brand ate the tasteless bread in two bites, washed his hands in the river, shook them dry, glanced at the dim sun, and sighed.

This time he received the task of killing the Romanian prince, he bought a big ship, and thought that it would be done smoothly, so he boarded the boat from this big river, went straight to the Atlantian Sea, and then floated in the Mediterranean, where to go, and spent the rest of his life there quietly.

Who would have thought that in the morning, he aimed a gun at the prince, and just when he was about to get it, the mayor of the town suddenly rushed in with someone, and I don't know who leaked the news.

The situation changed abruptly, but to be honest, he didn't panic at the time, thinking about causing an explosion to create chaos and take the opportunity to kill the prince.

But he never imagined that the King of Italy would actually transfer the Brute Bull troops! What is the Brute Bull? Fearless warriors!

In the face of dozens of wild bulls frantically rushing upstairs, he could only quickly throw down the explosives bag and jump out of the window and run, far away from the pursuers, and galloped to the outskirts of this sparsely populated city without stopping for a moment, and hid.

Now, he's thinking about how to kill the prince.

He is not short of money, and the honorarium he has earned over the years adds up to millions of silver coins, and he is not short of these 50,000.

However, he needs to defend the honor of his career and can't end up missing.

[I was a little late today, so I came back from outside~] (To be continued.) )