This action not only made Hobbs raise his hands in fear, but also made Zheng Fei stare at him in surprise.

Zheng Fei wanted to say: Who told you to pull out the gun?

His original intention was to ask Santiago to give Hobbs some color and let him explain honestly, but he didn't expect this guy to directly expose the gun, you must know that in Atlanta, guns are still contraband.

Santiago didn't care about their reaction, he put the muzzle of his gun to Hobbes's head and shouted, "Where's the Borg?!"

"He's really going to France to do a wine business, and I don't think he'll be back until the spring, or you'll give me the silver first, and I'll give him half when he returns." ”

Hobbes was afraid, but not yet incoherent, and he was a veteran of the battlefield.

Zheng Fei took a dagger from the shelf next to him, played with it in his hand, and said expressionlessly: "You know, Spain and Portugal are fighting a big battle, so my fleet can't enter the Strait of Gibraltar, so I can only make a detour to the port of Antwerp in Belgium and come by land from there." ”

Hearing this, Hobbes's heart hung in the air.

"There is also a war on the French border, and my caravan has been intercepted by soldiers, and if it weren't for the hundreds of men under my command, the goods would have been seized and confiscated. Is Borg so shrewd that he could go there and do business? You're lying!"

This is a scam.

After that, Zheng Fei spun his backhand, and the dagger quickly pressed against Hobbs's neck, he glared at Hobbes viciously, and his tone was flat but full of razor-like killing intent: "Tell me, where did Borg go?"

Hobbes, panicked.

He wasn't too afraid of being pointed at the head at gunpoint, because nine times out of ten his opponents wouldn't shoot and he wouldn't feel a deterrent.

The knife is different, the cold blade is close to his artery at this time, and as long as there is a slight stroke, blood will gush out.

He subconsciously gasped, and was about to lower his eyelids to think of countermeasures, when Zheng Fei's hand moved, the blade cut a small cut on his neck, and the blood droplets slowly seeped out, and it only took a little deeper, and the artery was finished.

Panicked, he hurriedly begged for mercy with his eyes, swallowed his spit in a hurry, and said: "Hobbes is in prison, he was arrested for selling arms." ”

"Where's the prison?"

"In the mountains on the outskirts of the eastern city, it is recommended that you better not go"

The dagger moved again, this was Zheng Fei warning him to shut up.

"Santiago, gag him, tie him up, close the door, and don't open it until I get back. ”

With that, the dagger was sheathed, and he grabbed a silver coin from the sack and stuffed it into his pocket, and before leaving, he gave Hobbes a cold look, and turned and walked out of the store.

"Be honest, or I'll beat you into a meatloaf. Santiago said as he tied, his tone seemed to be talking to a child, and his muscular arms were very shocking.

Zheng Feifei was walking on the street, and the cold wind came to him, which made him have to shiver.

There are very few people on the street, and on a cold day, it is comfortable to hide at home and drink hot soup on the stove.

He's going to the prison to find out what is going on.

If it weren't for Borg, he wouldn't have gotten the best ship-based guns in Europe, and I'm afraid he would have been wiped out by the pirates.

Although he and Borg are not very familiar with each other, it can be seen that the guy is not a complete bad person, at least the original intention of making money is to go to England and let his family live a stable life, which alone is commendable.

Coupled with the fact that Borg had given him vital help, he had to find a way to save Borg.

Saving a prisoner is against the law, but

So what? It's not that I haven't broken the law.

In the Middle Ages, the so-called law was only based on the will of the ruler himself, and violating it would not only not be condemned by the masses, but might even be praised.

Just like Grant, a thief can become a famous legendary ranger, not because of his skill and character, but because the times have made him.

Hmm, Zheng Fei destroyed him.

On the outskirts of the eastern part of the city, there are homeless people everywhere, as well as hawkers pushing carts and selling all kinds of cheap food on the side of the street.

Fish bones, shrimp shells, crab claws, in short, are leftovers from the rich people's food, and the relatives of the hawkers work as nannies in the rich people's homes to make these things to sell.

The wind, sweeping through the already deserted streets, carrying frost flowers, poured into the collar of the homeless, and instantly felt cool and flying.

In this film, the homeless are also graded, whoever can fight is the boss, and they can settle in the best place, the so-called best is to be able to shelter from the wind and rain.

When Zheng Fei walked by and stopped, the frozen homeless man, sucking the snot that was about to flow into his mouth, raised his head to look at the person who should not be here, at his leather coat, and at his unusual complexion.

In their eyes, there is curiosity, wonder, and jealousy and hatred.

The boss of the homeless man was a bearded man, strong but not as strong as Santiago, with loose muscles, a large belly, and droopy breasts.

Well, it's fat!

Seeing someone who looked like a rich guy coming, he hissed, touched his beard, stared at Zheng Fei for a short while, and waved to his hand curled up behind the trash can beside him, holding up two fingers.

The subordinates were stunned, smiled stupidly, and also raised two fingers, and said, "Yay!"

The boss was stunned, kicked him, and scolded, "! Lao Tzu told you to give me the pipe!"

The pipe, picked up from the door of the noble manor, can't afford to buy tobacco, whenever he wants to meet an important person, the boss will take this pipe, and the force can improve a lot.

Now, he was holding an old pipe and walking towards Zheng Fei against the cold wind.

"Hey, did you come for me?"

Zheng Fei turned his head and glanced at it, only to see that it was a fat man with a scruffy beard, frowned, and said, "You are the boss here?"

"That's right. The boss looked very smug and put his pipe in the corner of his mouth.

"Do you know the prison guards?"

The reason why I asked this question was because Zheng Fei knew that seemingly inconspicuous homeless people were actually jack-of-all-trades, because they had nothing to do all day long, and could only wander around the streets, listening to passers-by discuss various things and learn a lot of gossip information.

"Well, of course, I don't even know where their house is. The boss took a pretentious puff of air with his pipe in his mouth, and then said, "Do you have any friends in there?"

"Clever. ”

"As long as you have enough money, I'll help you. ”

The boss said very calmly, it seems that this is not the first time this kind of thing has been done, no wonder he chose to camp next to the prison.

[Present the second update, yesterday I said that there will be a total of five changes today, and a chapter will be updated every about 1 hour and 20 minutes, and it will not be finished until more than two o'clock in the night, so you can rest early~] (To be continued.) )