"Handsome guy, let's play!"

"The original Germanic girl, a girl who grew up in a monastery, only needs an octagonal gold coin tonight! Is there really a gentleman who wants to miss it? ”

"Indians! As many as you want! As many as you want! ”……

Foul language streets, sewage bricks, this is New Orleans, the most egalitarian town in the New World today.

On July 28, the Jackdaw entered the post-voyage for the second time, and Henna sat alone by the window of a café with her veil covered, her emerald eyes flashing and occasionally sweeping past the end of the dark alley not far away, an underground tavern called "Barrambas's Daydream".

This statement is not accurate.

The so-called underground tavern, as the name suggests, is a tavern that lives in the basement, just like Old Barth's old tavern, which is built in the basement of the [Gudaril-French style] ready-to-wear shop.

From the ground, one could not see, hear, or smell them, and the dark alley under Henna's eyes was only a connection to the back door of the tavern, and its front door was facing the street, sharing the front door with an iron-striking shop.

After drinking the second cup of tea, Henna saw a dirty-dressed sailor running into the café drunk, and before the waiter came up to drive him away, he suddenly returned to normal, threw a penny in the air, and trotted to Henna's side.

"Ms. Yesla, find out."

Henna lazily propped her chin, still looking at the crowd outside the window: "What did Desai say?" ”

"The chief gunner took us to sit in it for four hours, and sure enough, we waited for Mr. Helmsman. He and a few strangers entered a card seat nearly an hour apart, and the chief of artillery inquired and found that it was a place for entertaining VIPs. ”

"VIP?" Henna frowned, "Judea should be the second time to come to New Orleans, even if she has a soft spot for that tavern, and only three visits, there is no reason to be regarded as a VIP." ”

"That's what the chief of gunners said! And we kept a good watch in the neighborhood to make sure that the strangers who were in the first seat did not leave, and that they were still inside when Mr. Helmsman entered. ”

"Sneaky......" Henna sighed, "How many of you came out?" ”

"Two, the commander of the artillery still has two by his side, enough to make a messenger."

"Do you see the faces of the strangers?"

"See clearly!"

Henna nodded: "Let those who wait outside go to the front street to find Wang Ye and tell him that no matter who comes out, they will be left behind." You go back and change into your clothes, tell Noah to take Lorraine to the old tavern, and come and have tea with me. ”

"Yes!" The sailor ran out of the door as fast as he could.

Henna looked up in confusion and called the waiter for a third cup of tea, and when the tea arrived, she began to slowly add milk.

"Bell. Judea, Lorraine actually trusts you......"

In the middle of the night, it was night.

Bell came out of the tavern with a tired look and walked down the night alley, untying his trousers at the base of the wall.

"Why do I have to work so hard?"

Relieving himself of the pressure on his bladder, Bell asked himself.

Today's meeting seemed completely redundant to him, but Chris . Emmons......

This gambler!

Bell slammed into a snort.

In fact, there are not many old brothers on the Wanderer who remain with Shaq, and there are all kinds of positions, and there are fifty or sixty people in one place, and all of them have grown into the backbone of Shaq's cronies.

Bell has a good relationship with most of them, except for one that doesn't match, and that's Chris. Emmons.

Speaking of which, the two have known each other for a long time, and when Bell boarded the Wanderer, Emmons was already Shaq's under-chief of staff, and his position and rank were much higher than Bell's, and Shaq's trust in Emmons was far higher than Bell's.

Speaking from the heart, Emmons is indeed a good and trustworthy counselor, thoughtful and tireless.

As long as he has enough time, this person will always make a bunch of alternatives, even if he knows which is the best choice, he will take care of all the materials and plans, and wait for Shaq to choose the best one.

This habit makes the person very fragmented.

Bell hates the minutiae, and even hates useless labor, and Emmons has both, so Bell hates him.

Just like this time, the Jackdaw returned safely to Hong Kong yesterday, and Bell just came to report the itinerary, and by the way, he wanted to know who his long-term connector was.

As a result, Emmons showed up, and insisted that Bell come back today, and sit for three hours......

Does the Count-to-be Judea look idle?

Idle enough to listen like a fool to him arranging four sets of plans to assassinate Lorraine, and then memorize them, waiting for Shaq's order that could never be given?

The gambler...... Didn't he really know that Shaq was a sick brother?

Neuropathy!

It's a long bubble of pee......

Anyone who drinks beer for three hours and is not allowed to leave the table to release water is expected to have such a long soak of pee......

If this meeting had been extended for another half an hour, Bell would have even suspected that the meeting itself would have been an assassination attempt against him!

Emmons might have wanted to swell him to death!

"So, why do I have to work so hard?"

"You can ask Lorraine this question, and he will tell you."

It has a nice sound with a little sandiness, which is very recognizable, and once you hear it once, you will never forget it.

Bell's heart tightened: "Henna...... Yesla? ”

"Is there anything you want to say?"

"Yes!" Bell hurriedly spoke, "Lorraine won't like me to die at your hands!" ”

"I know."

"If you kill me, Lorraine will find out sooner or later!"

"I know."

"If he finds out, he will definitely alienate you!"

"I know."

Bell was about to cry: "It's all like this, you still want to do it?" ”

Henna's voice paused for a moment, "Anything else to say?" ”

"At least...... Let me put my pants on......"

"No, I won't look at it."

Boom!

……

When he woke up, Bell found himself lying in a brightly lit secret room with wind lamps on, his pants on, but he felt a little damp and had a faint smell of urine.

There were five more men lying around him, four of the stormtroopers protecting Emmons, and the last ...... Sure enough, it was Emmons.

It was served in a pot......

Bell was so heartbroken that he lifted his leg and kicked Emmons in the ass.

Heavy boots were firmly imprinted on Emmons's pants, and Emmons shuddered and opened his eyes expressionlessly.

"You're exposed, idiot." These were the first words he had when he woke up.

Although Bell thought so in his heart, but when Emmons said this, he felt that he couldn't show weakness anyway.

"You're exposed, gambler!"

Emmons sat up, tidying up his clothes as he surveyed the room.

"Simple wooden doors, no windows, no sound outside the walls, no wind and no light in the cracks. It seems that we are underground, in a separate single room, or part of a secret room. ”

"Or maybe it's the burial chamber, where Lorraine buried us alive." Bell argued.

"It's impossible, because of the water level, the land in New Orleans will seep water, and all the burial chambers will be built on the ground."

"He may have dug up a new one."

"Without time, the reasoning does not hold water."

"He has money, and you don't understand the power of money, because you never have money in your hands."

"It's good that I can't save money, but that's why I understand the power of money better than you do." Emmons stood up and moved his hands and feet, "And I've been buried alive, and experience tells me that the people who buried people will tie my hands and feet so that I don't find a way out of my trouble." ”

Before he could finish speaking, the simple wooden door was kicked open.

Lorraine stood in the doorway with a strange expression and said to the seafarers behind him, "I said earlier that my hair is a human essence. Even if he is locked up in a closed place, he will not spit out a word that we want to hear......"