Chill!

A chill appeared before Nelson's eyes, with a faint unrecognizable pink, from Sergeant Sykes' throat to Nelson's eyes.

Nelson simply didn't have time to react.

In the cold, before he died, he did not feel fear and panic, nor could he relive the preciousness of life, but only looked at Sergeant Sykes's dead fish-like eyes in astonishment.

Sikes ...... Is it dead?

His question was destined to go unanswered, and Henna pounced with lightning speed, her slender legs stretched straight, and kicked him hard in the waist before the cold rays.

Nelson flew out defenselessly, smashing the cabinet fixed to the bulkhead, his eyes blackened.

The cold light shot into the air, and an inexplicable force pushed Six's corpse forward, and the mountain fell towards Henna.

Henna cautiously chose to avoid it, and her figure flickered to the side, stuck firmly between the hatch and Nelson.

"Manipulating the dead, learning the words of people, I thought I could learn more useful things from you."

"Simple is effective." Zainny, who was as thin as a child, walked into the cabin, took off the two iron hooks from his waist, and crossed them over his chest, "We are here to draw horses, but through torture, I seem to have asked about something unexpected, such as that your employer is actually British." ”

"But you didn't give up the assassination."

"Because we don't choose opponents, we just want Mara."

Henna thought about it seriously and shook her head: "Lorraine said that Mara is very important to us, and I can't give it to you. ”

"Expected answer." Zaini sighed regretfully, "This time the burden is tied to you, Assasin, so ...... Die. ”

Before the words fell, Zaini's figure suddenly activated.

He was running in the cramped cabin, dividing the distance of more than a meter into three steps in small broken steps, and reaching high speed in two steps, and the raised iron hook suddenly appeared in front of Henna's eyes as if teleporting.

Henna didn't hesitate to lower down.

With her legs still and her shoulders open, her waist was astonishingly flexible, twisting her body into an arched bridge just by breathing.

And she wasn't going to finish the action at all.

Before Zainyi's swing was over, her waist was enough to avoid the hook, and she fell to her knees.

By kneeling, Henna's body leaned forward halfway, and her bent waist bounced back like a spring that had bottomed out, and her open arms cut from left to right, slashing at Zaini's neck and lower abdomen like a hug.

Electrifying flint!

But Zainni's reaction was no slower than Heina's.

With a single blow, he spun straight around with the movement of the hook, swung Henna's left-handed knife with a hook, and raised his leg to frame Hena's right arm with his shin.

When he had done this, he still had one hand to spare, and he held it high, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, and with a flick of his hand, he let his iron hook fly out of the grip, dragging the slender iron chain, and flew towards Nelson, who was stunned.

Henna withdrew her left-handed knife.

The action of withdrawing the knife is not to attack, but to unravel the fulcrum of Zainni's balance.

Losing the fulcrum, Zaini's body shook slightly, and at this moment, Henna used her right arm to push Zaini out completely, so that the hook holding the chain completely lost its stable trajectory.

The iron hook flew diagonally and rubbed against the bulkhead, and the thin blade like a scimitar on the outside cut a long slash in the bulkhead, and fell to Nelson's side with a clang, which made Nelson can't help but snort.

Monster......

After spending so much time with Lorraine, Nelson found that he seemed to be able to recognize the neutral word "monster" more and more clearly.

In the past, he always associated the word with characters in stories such as dragons, griffins, chicken snakes, monsters, and banshees of the depths, but now the word is equivalent to Lorraine, Henna, Leif, the Indians who can fight Leif on an equal footing, and the middle-aged assassin in front of him, who is the size of a child......

It's more realistic, it's more magical.

But these people deserve such praise.

Nelson saw with his own eyes that during the fierce and short fight just now, the middle-aged Assassin and Henna barely moved their legs and feet.

There was no room to fight and move in the cramped cabin, so the two of them drew the ground as a dungeon, and launched a dazzling round of attack and defense in this small square inch by the hatch, and this attack and defense was not aimed at killing each other, the goal of both sides was him.

One wants to assassinate him, the other wants to protect him......

Nelson suddenly felt a strange sense of honor.

See, when a monster wants to kill him, God immediately sends another monster who does not believe in God to protect him......

But...... Why on earth did the monster kill him?

Nelson cleared his throat and stood up with his teeth rubbed and his waist rubbed.

"I'm sorry, but as I understand it, you don't seem to be allies of the Spaniards?"

Zainny glanced at Nelson coldly, "Yes, we are not allies, Mr. Colonel. ”

"Drake said that the pirate Blackbeard attacked the Spaniard's port authority villa, can I understand that we have a common enemy?"

"Not really, Mr. Colonel." Zaini withdrew the thin chain of the iron hook and clicked it tightly, "I told the little girl that we don't pick enemies, we only seek what we need. ”

"What do you need?"

"No comment."

Nelson was silent for a moment: "Wilvert the Arsonist, a Liverpudlian, a great pirate, has a lot of blood debts, and enjoys a five-hundred-seventy-five pound hanging red in the Admiralty, the seventh of all the pirates in the Caribbean. ”

Zainny raised his iron hook: "You want to say that you know everything about us, Mr. Colonel. You want to say that after this time, you can leave us with no place on the sea. Every Navy says that, but you never do it. ”

Nelson waved his hand, "No, no, no, Mr. Pirate." I would say that in England, the navy and pirates were not always enemies. Blood debt is not too much of a problem, after all, even the king can pardon Henry. Morgan. ”

"You want to reconcile?" Zaini narrowed his eyes in surprise, "At this time? ”

"I know you're on board, but you're not on the top." Nelson pointed to Henna and then to the outside of the cabin, "In this cabin, you can't seem to break through Miss Jesla's defenses, and on the main deck, that brave Indian has also been defeated by Mr. Eriksson's men. ”

"Poor Sergeant Sykes is a problem that lies between us. He has followed me for a long time, and has been my captain of the guard since the Badger, and he is very loyal and likable to me. ”

"But this time he upset Drake, and before you boarded the ship, Drake even asked me to consider punishing him."

"Now he is martyred. When I return, I will write him a report showing his valor, and ask the Admiralty to consider his bereavement and compensation to his family in the highest possible way. While it would be inappropriate to say that in front of his body, his sacrifice kept my friendship with Drake alive......"

"Enough!" Zainny forcibly interrupted Nelson, "What exactly do you want?" Mr. Colonel. ”

"I want to cooperate." Nelson straightened his uniform and sighed reluctantly, "We are facing a problem, a problem is floating on Lake Nicaragua, and you are very good, and you should be able to help us a lot." ”

"What do we get?"

"As Madam Jezla has said, Major Marat is important to us in this trouble, and the glory of a gentleman does not allow me to surrender a true nobleman to a pirate. But you can at least reach out to him, ask him under our watch, and if he has something you need, you can even take it away as long as Drake doesn't object. ”

"That's my condition, and in my opinion, it's quite good." Nelson smiled, "So, Mr. Assassin, I look forward to your answer. ”

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