Wesley Street, North End, Evelyn Natural Scents Flower Shop.

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

His face was not good at expression, and his cramped appearance combined with clumsy bouquet gestures made him look like a young man who had a tryst with his lover for the first time.

Sigur walked briskly from a distance, stopping behind Harry, leaning down and sniffing the fragrance of the lilies.

"Idiot Harry, if a person can't even make a bouquet of flowers, then no matter how handsome he is, he won't be favored by a lady."

"That's right." Harry continued to look at the bustling streets, "I don't plan to get married anytime soon, anyway, and I don't want to do it when I see you." ”

"Oh?" Sieg beamed, "Could it be that our Harry is in love with his boss?" ”

"You misunderstood, I just simply doubted the gender of every woman around me, and there was no other reason."

Like gossip about the cut, Sieg made sure that it was not Harry who was disguised by someone else, and Harry was sure that it was Sigurt who was disguised as someone else.

"Why didn't anyone come yesterday?" Sieg asked.

"Thanks to you, it's Edward. Kenway's smuggler went on a furious rampage the night before, causing Mr. Rashid's Avenger to panic. Yesterday Mary. Daya Chapel is very active, and we are short on manpower, so we deliberately forgot about you. ”

"I've heard that more than 200 slaves died on the bloody night of Qianwan, right?"

"It seems that not meeting with us does not affect your ability to receive messages normally."

"Because of my charm, Kidalil does what I say." Siggy's eyes smiled like crescent moons.

With a loud click, Harika crushed the edge of the pot.

"Do you have any new instructions?"

"Instructions?" Sieg teased the starry sky in front of him with his slender fingers, "I don't know why, I've always been a little concerned about that smuggler. Where is he now? ”

"Back Bay, we inquired, he rented a water tank from the Haite shipyard."

"The Saints' arms are still in his hands?"

"His ship was short of gunpowder, and in order to ensure the detonation effect, Ryan only blew up half of the ship, and the other half of the cargo 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 tight, there is no chance. ”

"One more color blast?"

"Sander didn't dare, he was already Edward. Kenway was terrified. ”

"Shh Siggjiao smiled and broke the neck of a flower, clapped his hands, and replaced it with another one, "Harry, do you know what two forms of revolution have taken since ancient times?" ”

"Huh?"

"One, the revolutionary, with the courage to sacrifice, takes the initiative to find trouble with the oppressor. On the other hand, the revolutionary was cowardly as a mouse, and as a result the oppressors found him. ”

"Is this time to lead the way for smugglers?"

"Isn't it good? Regardless of the cause of the struggle, as long as there is a fight, it is easy to ignore the danger behind it......"

……

Wesley Street, Davey's Cafe.

The plan for the joint with Sieg was arranged by Harry.

Sieg had said that there were only three people who could know her current situation, so the three of them worked in shifts, two people per shift.

The two of them exist in a bright and dark way, the bright one goes to the flower shop and the Sigurt joint, and the dark one stays at the café with the best view of the whole street, in case of any possible accidents.

Today's turn was Rodney, the chief of the clerk in a half-worn tuxedo sitting on a chair in the veranda of the coffee shop, smoking a pipe and spreading a newspaper, and his round and kind face was stacked with seriousness, like a downcast country gentleman.

In the distance at the coffee shop, Harry and Sieg say goodbye.

Rodney watched Harry pass by, and in disgust he shoved the rose he was holding to a young girl holding a man, and then gave him a forced kiss, ignoring it, and walked away.

The man and woman began to argue, the more they quarreled, the more fierce and darker they became, and the pedestrians on the street were attracted by them, and formed a circle around the perimeter of the coffee shop......

Rodney stood up unhurriedly, put on his top hat, clipped a newspaper, and left a silver coin on the table.

He smiled and walked around the crowd before turning into the alley, when he suddenly heard the women in the war group crying, and even with a crisp "pop" and a short scream of a man!

Seriously？

Are American women so rigid?

He subconsciously looked back, and as his gaze drifted, he swept a familiar figure.

"It's ...... Captain Judea of the Drake Chamber of Commerce? ”

Eight Company and Drake Chamber of Commerce, two groups that had a brief comradeship and came to Boston with their own ghosts, finally achieved their first real meeting because of an unprovoked quarrel.

This kind of opportunity is more than rare.

Although the two sides had helped each other during Operation Halloween, the actual contact was not long.

So with the exception of Lorraine and Rashid, who happened to be dressed up, the seafarers who had participated in Operation Halloween in Lorraine only had a certain impression of Harry, because Harry had served as the temporary liaison officer of the Golden Hart.

On the other hand, Henna and Bell are probably the only ones who are remembered, after all, Henna's climbing in Kaha has left an indelible impression, and Bell is the captain of the lucky horseshoe who connected the entire eight links to Le François, and once pretended to personally deliver overheated cocoa and blankets to everyone who boarded the ship.

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

Rodney was stunned and suddenly remembered a credible rumor that the second formation was preparing to provide reliable reinforcements to the Eighth Company.

"Isn't it...... Are you Junker aristocrats? ”

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, and a mere 150 people scattered helplessly in the four districts, Sig obviously had a lot of means to force Kidalil to change his court, but he was limited by manpower and could not really implement it.

It is likely that Bell was sent as a backup from the second formation. Considering that Drake's sailors were not only warlike but also numerous, Rodney felt that whether Bell was the one or not was the backup, it was necessary to tie up the entire Drake Chamber of Commerce to the thief ship through him.

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

He immediately chased after him excitedly.

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

Bell seems to be slow and careless, but the cadence under his feet is fast and steady, like a ...... The people in the Eighth Company were subconsciously urgent in the secret operation.

"Could it be that Captain Judea is here to connect?"

Rodney's questions were quickly answered.

Across Wesley Street, Bell turns onto an uninhabited alley on Beacon Hill Boulevard.

Hidden in the alley was a civilian army officer, looking at the clothes, he should be a second lieutenant of the son of freedom.

Bell smiled and stepped forward to shake his hand: "Mr. Ensign, you really kept the promise. ”

The second lieutenant frowned and took two steps back: "Madame Fadijon doesn't like us to resell her banquet invitations, especially the smell of fish mixed into the wine!" ”

"A cocktail party hosted by a lieutenant colonel......," Bell pursed his lips in frustration, "Say, how much do I need to increase the price?" ”

"Ten...... No! Fifteen pounds! ”

"Sir, you're sitting on the ground, God will hate you."

"God will only hate you barbaric and vulgar smugglers! Twenty pounds, the invitation is here, do you want it! ”

Whoa!

Bell snatched a handful of gold coins from his bosom, counted the value of twenty pounds as quickly as he could, handed over the money with one hand, and took the goods with the other.

Rodney saw everything in his eyes.

In his impression, Lieutenant Colonel Fadijon was the secretary of the Sons of Liberty Legion, responsible for the procurement and distribution of arms throughout the legion, so he had a very wide circle of friends and often held banquets.

But Fadijon was by no means a pro-British person, or rather, all those in the United States who were involved in arms could not be pro-British.

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

Who are you seeing?

Or are you going to carry out certain actions, such as...... Homicide?

"Wait, the so-called support ...... of the second formation"

"What could it be?"

As he was thinking about it, Rodney's ears were suddenly occupied by a female voice as soft as fine sand.

The voice appeared silently behind him, interrupting his self-esteem with a light and light, just like the gossip between old friends, and he couldn't hear the slightest disobedience.

Cold sweat immediately crawled all over Rodney's back!

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

But before that step landed, he heard a pop first......

With a pop, the blade sliced through the side of his neck, and then easily pierced through the skin on the other side as he twisted his head.

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

"I think I've seen you."

"Sea ...... Graceful...... Jess ......"

"Looks like I've seen it, I'm not mistaken."

As she spoke, Henna raised her hand and drew her dagger.

The blade cut the artery, vein, trachea, esophagus, and vocal cords in order during the retreat, but did not enlarge the wound, leaving only a slender blood mark on each side of the neck.

Rodney fell limply, convulsing and spitting out gulps of blood, but could no longer make a sound.

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

Henna didn't try to stop him, just crouched down, trying to remember where she had seen him.

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

Soon after, Bell completed the deal and returned the way he came, crashing into the Shura field unsuspectingly.

"Jezra! What did you do! ”

"As you requested, sweep the tail."

"Sweep the tail? Killing passers-by? Luckily, the seller is coming from the other side......" Bell felt like he was going crazy, "Yesla, I just bought an invitation, and I didn't see anyone!" ”

"Then why is it in such a place?"

"Uh......"

Henna stood up, like a cat, to find Bell's gaze.

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

"Acquaintances?" Bell immediately became alarmed, "Where have you seen it?" ”

"I don't remember." Henna held 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? ”

Henna shook her head.

"It's not pinching...... That's the unfinished French Kreacher, the horn of the monster...... You stabbed him? ”

Henna pointed to the side of her neck and nodded earnestly.

The puzzle is solved!

Bell clapped his hands smugly and summed up his statement: "It seems that this is not a last word at all, but an unfinished testimony of the deceased, [Strange Horn]." You've said he knows your name, so it's likely that Horn is the code name they gave you! ”

"Strange horn...... "Henna repeats it several times, "do you want to wipe it off?" ”

"Erase it off, of course. Anyway, everyone is dead, and judging by his appearance, no one will avenge him. ”