In the blink of an eye, a full thirty minutes had passed since Lorraine and Henna met.

There was still no sign of the carriage at the end of the road, and Henna did not emerge from the woods to meet Lorraine with bad news.

Lorraine looked at the dark clouds gathering in the sky, and for a moment could not tell whether it was the unresolved situation that made him irritated, or the sullen air before the storm that made him uneasy.

Perhaps the latter.

Because he was not the only one who showed irritability, on the other side of the road, in another forest opposite Lorraine, several big men with guns on their backs had just come out scolding, and were shouted back by the people hiding in the woods.

They are the killers of this assassination.

This morning, Daniel secretly visited Bach's private home in the name of channeling funds for the operation.

With the help of Noah and Wang Ye, he appeared alone like a ghost at Bach's bedside, easily stunned the intelligence trafficker's bedmate, and then left two hundred pounds in cash, which strengthened Bach's confidence and took it for granted that the assassination plan was taken.

A total of three people accepted the bounty, including an unknown little pirate, a good leather hunter, and a street thug, and they organized a huge team of 42 people, and also formed a joint command team, ready to advance and retreat together, and share the huge amount of money.

Lorraine has always admired the underworld, especially the current situation.

Even if they publicize their secret things to the public, the news will be firmly locked in the circle, and unless someone deliberately sneaks in to investigate, the mainstream society will never hear the slightest clue.

Wouldn't it be great if one day the Drake Chamber of Commerce could form such a closed loop of information......

Lorraine sighed with emotion.

He knew that day would never come.

Sea-going ships are a highly mobile place, and it is not easy to train a group of loyal sailors who are determined to die, and even if they are really cultivated like the Butterfly Flower at that time, as the Chamber of Commerce expands, he must also place the sailors he trusts in more important positions.

It's not that the world of white people is devoid of truly loyal and righteous people, it's just that their culture dooms such people to be just outliers and never appear on a large scale.

Loyalty must be rewarded, benefits, status, reuse, everything.

Lorraine had already begun to do this in Lucy, with the fifty men left on the Golden Deer being heavily diluted to key positions in the Caribbean Branch, and the remaining ten or so being promoted to seafarers according to their respective strengths, in order to cope with the lack of positions on the flagship seafarers who had been transferred to the Jackdaw.

In due course, the Jackdaw would be similarly promoted, with the Musketeers behind Lorraine bearing the brunt.

Given the nature of the smuggling practices, Lorraine thought it might be a good idea to have them as the backbone of the fleet expansion.

It's just that in this way, there are fewer and fewer people who can be used to carry out covert operations.

You can't have both......

Is it trying to recruit a group of sailors from the pan-Han and Tang cultural circles?

In terms of the shelf life of loyalty, people who have been baptized by Confucian culture have been much longer than those who have grown up listening to God's teachings.

The question is where is it possible to find the hordes of yellow-skinned sailors in the great West? Even if they found it, how could they take it for granted that they, the Viking barbarians, would be the masters?

Standing at the bow of the boat in the wind, leading them to recite "Watching the Sea"? Or go to the icebergs of Greenland to recite "Spring Snow in Qinyuan"?

Or do you want to memorize the two songs together?

The east is adjacent to the Jieshi to view the sea. Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow?

With such a high-end Wang Baqi, can they really understand it?

And thousands of miles of frozen sea...... Isn't it the Arctic Ocean?

Is there a king in the Arctic Ocean?

Doesn't that thing hibernate in the cold?

Unless God builds a thermal cave in Greenland similar to Hebasil, they will be alive and well.

But what do they eat?

So to speak...... Hebasil's lizards, forest snakes, how do you usually solve the food problem?

Dig out of those honeycomb coal-like holes to hunt?

In the irritable waiting, Lorraine's mind drifted farther and farther, higher and higher, and floated, and Clen suddenly pulled him.

"Captain! Captain! ”

Lorraine was stunned for a long time, and suddenly came back to her senses: "What's wrong?" ”

"There are gunshots in the distance!" Karen was a little incoherent with excitement, "And, here comes Jezra!" ”

After a long call, Henna appeared in front of Lorraine with the sound of distant gunfire.

She gasped sharply, her skin flushed with a strange flush from the long-distance high-speed running, and her close-fitting combat suit was soaked with sweat, and she could barely stand for a while.

Lorraine hurriedly caught up with her and hugged her: "Henna, how is it?" ”

"The carriage is coming, and there is a distance around the corner...... A dozen of the guards tried to catch up, only to be intercepted by the ambushed Assassins, suffering heavy losses. Henna swallowed hard, "I'm going to take a break, and the rest, it's up to you......"

……

The Count of Galvez curled up in horror in the corner of the carriage, covered in bruises from the collision.

These are all gifts that New Orleans gave him in the course of drag racing.

Thanks to the terrible conditions of the road, which seemed to have been cursed by God, the carriage ran very bumpy, very bumpy, and the time for the four wheels to touch the ground at the same time was almost none, and there was a danger of rolling over at any time.

All the Count could do was pray.

But perhaps the carriage was running too fast, or perhaps it was too far away, and God didn't seem to hear his prayers.

He suffered an assassination, the assassination of ING.

He saw only the first shot, which was missed, startling the horses and scaring away the groom, who had been as loyal as me.

And the guards on whom he had high hopes used their skillful equestrianism to get out of the way, and not a single one tried to control the frightened horses, and not a single one tried to save their master!

It's a conspiracy!

The carriage flew again, and then landed heavily, and the Count flew up, smashing headlong on the hard roof of the carriage, and falling, slamming into the opposite seat with a kowtow.

The Count was smashed to the ground, and suddenly lost his perception of his surroundings and fled into a chaotic world.

Miraculous, but his mind opened.

It must have been a conspiracy, someone had bought his groom, his bodyguards.

Most of them were bribed to participate in the assassination in a proper way.

The one who buys them is water?

During the war, all the guards were on leave, and his groom was a slave brought from Europe and served his family for two generations......

Who can complete the purchase of these people in his presence, without God knowing?

Only the messengers of the Duke of Richelieu and the Count of Flanders!

Those French aristocrats with fat brains finally made a move on him!

The Count rubbed his head and inhaled deeply.

These despicable nobles must not have been able to buy off all of them, otherwise they would have allowed the guards or grooms to do their work, and the success rate would have been greatly increased.

There are still noble knights who are loyal to him.

Because in the process of drag racing, the earl has heard the panicked sound of horses' hooves, heard anxious shouts, and the thunderous landslide-like gunshots!

There was a battle going on behind him, and the guards who had been loyal to him had fallen into a trap and fallen into an ambush, fighting hard.

There were no guards left with him......

He has lost his guard, what awaits him?

Overturned? More assassins? Shot? Or torture and then shoot?

It seems to be dead.

A deep sense of despair gripped the Count, and in the midst of despair he heard the howl of Cerberus.

Boom!

After an abrupt gunshot, the galloping horse neighed, and the world was turned upside down!

He finally overturned, and it wasn't because of a bumpy road, but because someone shot his horse.

He threw himself out, and the sturdy wagon dragged the carcass of the horse on the loess road and tumbled, and the rich gold and silver decorations were scattered and splashed in all directions.

He curled up and rolled in the small carriage, bumping around like a ball, not knowing the hurt or pain, just holding his head, protecting his body, and struggling to survive.

After a long time, or perhaps only a moment, the tumbling stopped. He trembled and leaned against the lying carriage, trying to get up.

There was a heart-piercing pain in the hip bones, pulling the back, shoulders, shins, and brain, and warm blood flowed out of the cracks in the corners of the eyebrows, dripping all over the head and face, and spilling all over the body.

But he was pleasantly surprised to find that he was still alive, and judging from the way the pain was transmitted, he was alive and well, and there were no too serious injuries.

Has God finally blessed me?

With tears in his eyes, the Count fought through the pain and wiped a handful of bloody tears, stood up, and pushed open the overhead door.

"Bang!"

There was another sudden gunshot, and the buckshot hit the door, making a large hole in the door.

More gunshots rang out, bang

The Count was so frightened that he curled up again, holding his head, trembling, and listening helplessly to the frantic shouting outside the car.

"Kill the stupid Frenchmen!"

"Kill the French! Go and drink the strongest liquor and sleep with the hottest woman! ”

"Kill!"

"Protect the Count!"

"Attack! Attack! Disperse the groups, suppress the target, pay attention to evasion, and the gunfire will not stop! ”

"Attack!"

Bang bang! Bang bang!

More gunfire came from the other side of the carriage, and the Count could not see the situation outside, but only had a vague feeling that another wave of people had arrived at the battlefield.

Help?

But how can there be rescuers here?

Could it be that his guards broke through the interception and caught up in time?

He couldn't figure it out, and the current situation didn't allow him to think about it carefully, because he heard a sound coming from the bottom of the erected carriage.

"Is it the Count of Galvez inside? Please try to stick to the roof of the carriage to avoid unnecessary injuries. ”

Before the words fell, and without waiting for the Count to react, a sledgehammer slammed into it, smashing the plank with a single blow, and smashing a fist-sized hole in the bottom of the compartment.

There were brown eyes that looked through the holes, smiling at him.

"It's a relief to see that you're still healthy and energetic." The eye said.

The earl swallowed heavily, and his face turned pale against the roof of the compartment: "You...... You are? ”

"My name is Edward. Kenway, a freelance smuggler. Rest assured, I'll get you out. ”