Henna fastened the sling to the chimney of the fireplace and landed lightly against the wall.

At the height of the middle warehouse there is a row of shutters, six on each side, corresponding to the hanging tower in the warehouse.

Some of them were dormitories for thugs and workers, and others were scattered with miscellaneous items.

Henna listened quietly to the shutters, and soon identified the breathing sound of three of them on one side.

She took out a wooden clip from her pocket and pinched her nose, and from the other pocket she pulled out a fire fold and some damp tobacco.

The ignited tobacco soon wafted out thick white smoke, and Henna watched it with bated breath for a moment, then casually shoved them into the gap between the shutters.

The sling, the tobacco, and this old wind-defying fire fold were all bought from the old Hanseatic along with the wound medicine.

As a tavern owner and human trafficker in Black Harbor, he has a lot of strange things that are hard to find.

Just like these tobaccos, they are native to the New World, soaked in the mandala juice sent from India, the smoke has a strong hallucinogenic effect, and it is not as addictive as the opium poppy, which is deeply loved by the three religions and nine streams of Black Harbor.

Assasin also loved mandalas, and from the distant past, they used this odorless special hallucinogens as smoke, breaking into the door and going unstoppable.

Henna finished working on one side, returned to the top of the warehouse barefoot, and went around to the other side to repeat the old trick.

When both sides were done, she turned her head to the side again, pulled out her knife and pried open the blinds of the utility room, and rolled in.

There was a strange smell in the utility room, like stinky socks, and like organic matter rotting in the corners, and no one cleaned it up for a long time.

She didn't hear it, and walked past the messy tables and stools, and over a few full dirty laundry baskets, and leaned down on the door to listen quietly.

The hallway was quiet, and the breathing in the dormitories on both sides was much heavier.

She gently pulled open the door and glanced downstairs through the crack.

There are more than a dozen sealed wooden boxes piled up in the corner of the warehouse, and there are no people in the aisles of the hanging towers on both sides, and there is no one below, whether it is the door leading to the front warehouse or the small door leading to the back warehouse, it is tightly closed.

Henna walked out of the room lightly, pulled out the knife on her thigh, pulled it open, and pried open one of the bedrooms.

The thug's bedroom was more messy than the utility room, and Henna walked straight to the bed, looked at the strong man lying on the bed, his face flushed, and waved his knife.

A sharp knife cuts through the inside of the neck, cuts the trachea, blood vessels, esophagus, and vocal cords, and then pulls it out again.

Warm blood spurted out of the wound and splashed all over the walls, and the thug subconsciously twitched twice, making a strange gurgling sound in his throat, and after a while there was no movement.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6......

On both sides of the hanging towers, Henna took an elegant catwalk, slowly harvested six lives, then wiped the knife clean, removed the wooden clip from her nose, and locked the small door to the back warehouse.

After confirming that nothing was missed, she opened the door to the front warehouse.

Squeak!

The door opens.

The wet Lorraine gasped and lowered her head, smiling heartily at the sight of Henna opening the door.

"How many?"

"Six." Henna frowned and stared at Lorraine's chest, "Your wound is broken. ”

"Penetrating injuries, moving will leave some traces, don't make a fuss." Lorraine walked past Henna by holding on to the door, "Where's the mouth?" ”

"There is no living mouth."

Lorraine was stunned: "You didn't leave a living mouth?" ”

"Why did you stay alive?" Henna asked rhetorically.

……

Why keep your mouth alive......

In the front and middle two positions, there are a total of eight out of ten thugs, and theoretically there should be two thugs left in the back with Old Barry.

This is the state of no visitors tonight.

Before entering, Lorraine and Henna stepped on the spot, and the known information was that the rear warehouse gate was guarded by two people, and two horse-drawn carriages were parked side by side at the door.

How many carriages did Old Barry have?

Is it the last thug of Old Barry who is guarding the door?

There is no way to determine.

Lorraine stood behind the small door of the middle warehouse for a long time, gently removed the counter-lock pins, and went up the hanging tower with Henna, hiding in the utility room.

At Lorraine's request, Henna hoisted the roof of the warehouse again, and about half an hour later, brought new news.

Old Barry didn't sleep, he was chatting with another man in the house, and the two of them were still guarding the barn door, and there were still two carriages outside the door.

That said, Old Barry has visitors tonight, which is bad news.

Lorraine pondered.

"Henna, how much smoke do you have in your hands?"

"Six volumes."

"How much does inhalation hallucinate?"

"If it's just to influence action, it doesn't take much." Henna poked open the crack and glanced at the small closed door, "If you want to stun people, you need a little more time." ”

"If that's the case...... Lorraine squeezed his back in pain, "I need you to go to the back warehouse and dissuade Mr. Barry from leaving his estate. ”

Saying goodbye to Henna, Lorraine gets busy.

There was hay in the crates of the middle warehouse, a small amount of porcelain and some pewter, all of which were specialties from the East.

He picked four of the boxes, took out the goods, threw them into the cigarette rolls, and arranged them in a circle around the small door.

After laying out the box, he dodged to the side of the small door, pressed against the wall, and followed the example of henna, holding his nose and igniting the hay with bated breath.

The wooden crate soon burned, and the white smoke of the cigarette rolled in a thick black smoke that covered Lorraine and drifted through the crack in the door into the back compartment.

Lorraine heard the chaos in the back barn, some shouting about the fire, others shouting vague names.

The chaotic shouts got closer, and someone kicked the door open, throwing a large bucket of water into it.

The indiscriminate splashing of water does not extinguish the fire, it only thickens the black smoke.

Someone scolded a few words outside, and then five or six big men carried buckets, squeezed and muttered into the middle warehouse, looking at a few wooden boxes that were burning brightly.

"This ......"

A little cold light in the black smoke pierced the heart of a big man, pulled it out again, and turned over and pierced the neck of another big man.

The wooden tub and barrel fell to the ground with a clatter, and the two big men fell softly, Lorraine abandoned his sword, lowered his hand and pulled out the scimitar on the big man's waist, and slashed the two of them with a muffled snort.

The movement was too vigorous and his wound ruptured, and the blood squeezed out seeped through the bandage and stained his shirt red.

But Lorraine beheaded four people in an instant.

He turned around with his scimitar and slashed at the fifth person, but he didn't want the other party to be on guard, so he blocked Lorraine's knife with a bang.

"Boy, it's you!"

The smoke from the hedgehog's gathering near the small door was dispersed by Lorraine's movements, and the other party could see Lorraine's face clearly, and Lorraine could also see the other party clearly.

It's the leader of the day!

Lorraine gave him a deep look, slowly stepped back out of the smoke, and took a deep breath.

"Artis Chamber of Commerce, Lorraine. Greetings to you, sir. ”

The leader kicked over the wooden box in front of him, and with a sinister smile, he walked out of the smoke area with the other survivor and stood opposite Lorraine.

"Funny little trick...... Earlier, I said that you don't know whether you live or die, and it seems that I am not wrong. ”

Lorraine smiled and nodded, but did not reply.

The kick knocked over the burning hay, and the black smoke became vague and filled half of the middle warehouse.

No one knew which wisp of the mandala's poisonous smoke was mixed in, and Lorraine breathed long, thinking that it would be better to smoke less.

The leader mistook his reaction as the pride of the young man.

"Judging from your wounds, your captain's heart is ruthless enough, but unfortunately the stab is not accurate enough."

As the leader spoke, he held his sword and stooped over his shoulders in a fighting posture.

"Why die for such a shipper? Alive...... Isn't it good? ”