"Mr. Dutton, have you all planned in place?" a woman in a long golden dress left the throne made of gold and walked over to a middle-aged man in a black suit.

"Your Majesty, I did not allow the British Empire to participate in the war in the Mediterranean because things in North America were complicated, and the relationship with France was not very harmonious at that time, and our naval strength was not as good as those maritime powers such as Spain, so I suggested that the Empress support the pirate organization to promote the economic and military strength of the British Empire, and also to weaken the maritime trade of other countries, so as to curb their economic development. Dutton struck a match and lit the pipe in his mouth, "Thankfully, you followed my advice and established the British Royal Corsair, so that we now have multiplied our economic and military strength." ”

Empress Victoria smiled and nodded, "What does that mean?"

Dutton slowly exhaled a puff of cigarette and coughed twice, "Now we can let Harley send troops." That guy has been clamoring for troops for three days, and this time it's as he wants. ”

"But what about North America?" the Empress looked hesitant, her brow furrowed.

Dutton smiled, "Do you think I'm going to give up the domination of North America? Now that there's a Washington, it's very good at leading troops to fight, and France is determined to fight against us, so we definitely can't go head-to-head." So let's go to the Mediterranean theater! Let the Mediterranean be as chaotic as possible, and when the sky is turned upside down, it will be the time when our British Empire will turn over and become the leader. ”

"What do you mean, sir?"

"You want to. We in Britain are far away from the Mediterranean, and if the turmoil in the Mediterranean is great, France, Italy, Spain, and other seemingly powerful countries will be on the verge of collapse. And we are the fishermen who make a profit. Dutton's crutches in his left hand were lifted by him, "But we can't sit back and watch the tiger fight now, for two reasons, one is because of Harley's main battle faction, and the other is that France and Spain have a tendency to be in perfect harmony, we must break this pattern, and it is best to unite with Italy." In short, the more chaotic the better, and the more intense the war, the better. ”

"How's that gentleman's royal intelligence prepares?"

Dutton squinted his eyes and puffed out a puff of cigarette and poked his cane the marble floor, "Somewhere, the divine has made all three of my agents in the Mediterranean disappear, and my reconnaissance agency has no information about them. I'm very puzzled by this, what kind of person can have such strength?"

"It can't be the underground workers of France, right?"

Dutton snorted, "I don't think the French have been able to find the minds of the people in my intelligence office. As far as I can tell, it is likely that there is some very ambitious pirate leader, and now with the opening of new shipping routes, there are more and more promising young people who go out to become pirates, and their influence is also increasing. He sighed, "The most ambitious goal of our British Empire is to unify the world, but the way we establish our colonies is most afraid of the local pirate organizations, so while we are dealing with the European countries, we must also find ways to deal with those self-righteous pirates." ”

"Now I've heard that the most powerful pirates are Mr. Babba's Pirates, and some say that their military strength is comparable to that of Spain. Some people also say that Mr. Baba is rich enough to rival the country, with mountains of gold and silver, and he will not be able to eat, drink and enjoy for a hundred lifetimes. Queen Victoria looked at Dutton with some concern.

This kind of news naturally has its hearsay element in it, but it also shows that Mr. Baba does have some hard power. Dutton shook his head and said, "Besides, we don't know who Mr. Baba is, no one has ever seen him, no one has ever seen his pirate group, all the news is just heard." Maybe that Mr. Baba is just an imaginary story made up by someone else. ”

Empress Victoria asked, puzzled: "How can it be a story that ten years ago, Monsieur Baba attacked the French island of Corsica head-on, causing heavy French casualties and killing 10,000 soldiers?"

"This does not rule out the fact that other countries are impersonating pirates, just as we have established the theory of royal pirates. ”

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the wide hall.

With a "zlah", the heavy door was slowly pushed open.

"Mr. Dutton, I have just returned from your apartment, and your servant told me you were here. The young man who entered the door seemed to ignore the existence of the Empress, and was very respectful to Dutton.

Dutton nodded and asked, "How's your mission going, Hall?"

Hall straightened his collar, "It's complicated, I've already written a thirty-page manuscript and put it on your desk." ”

"That's what you're talking about, right?" said Queen Victoria, looking Hale up and down.

Dutton grabbed his pipe and pointed at Hall, "This kid is young and promising! It's not easy to be a core member of my greatest plan yet in his twenties!"

"It seems that I have a successor to the British Empire! Mr. Dutton was like you when he was young!" the Empress looked at her with a hint of anticipation.

Hall smiled modestly, "Compared to Mr. Dutton's wisdom, my little cleverness is a drop in the bucket, so why bother!"

"Don't say such inconsequential polite words just yet. Dutton raised his pipe, "Have you investigated the situation on the other side of the Strait of Gibraltar?"

"Systematic arming of Class A. ”

Dutton pondered for a moment, then asked, "What about the Portuguese side, will it affect our plans?"

"There's an 85 percent chance it will affect our plans. Hall was clearly calculated accurately, and was by no means a word of caution.

"Then what are we going to do? Is it difficult to win?" said the Empress, anxious.

"No, no, this is just a brief estimate now, and it will take a series of calculations to arrive at the final result. Dutton shook his hand, "And the people from our Foreign Bureau haven't been dispatched yet, and the specific win rate will be further calculated." ”

"By the way, I've already given General Cromwell a copy of the data. He seemed dissatisfied with the data and wanted to have someone else re-investigate. ”

Dutton sneered: "This person just believes in himself too much, he thinks that he can be invincible with military force." In fact, our underground organs are the most important, and our ability to estimate the battle situation is already very strong, and we can calculate who wins and loses without real guns. ”

"What does that Sir think of the outcome of this war against Spain?" asked the Empress curiously.

Dutton laughed twice, then suddenly sank his face and said two words.

- "Heavenly Machine!"

Wilson took Bill and Kleist up a small room and leaned on the roof, looking across from a brightly lit room.

"Jess should be locked up there. Wilson saw Bart at the bottom gesturing to himself and muttering to himself.

"Shall we go down?" asked Bill.

Wilson shook his head and whispered, "We can't shoot here, so we'll have to wait for Bart and the others to lure out the people in the room." ”

"How can we finish them off at such a distance without guns?" asked Kleist, puzzled.

"This question makes a lot of sense. Wilson laughed and said, "When Bart draws them out, we'll jump down and kill them with a wooden knife." Remember, you must be steady and ruthless! Leaving a living mouth is a disaster, this is not child's play, if you don't do it, we will all die here. ”

"Look, Bart is gesturing to us again!" said Bill excitedly.

"Be quiet!" Wilson patted his head, "there are four people in the room, and Bart is three, and in a moment they will be responsible for the two that have been brought out, and the remaining two in the house will be handed over to us." ”

"How do you know there will be two left in the house?" asked Bill again.

Wilson patted him on the head again, "Silly boy, haven't you figured out their habits? Think about it, if it were you, how many people would you let out and how many people would stay?"

Bill thought for a moment and said, "I'll let one out." ”

"That one was by Bart and the three of them. Wilson said lightly.

"Then I'll let the three of them out. Bill added.

"Then the rest of us will be by the three of us. Wilson laughed to himself.

Seeing that the time had come, Bart at the bottom punched the window, and then ran away with the two men under him.

Sure enough, two people came out of the room, and they looked around.

"It's two people out!" cried Bill.

"Shut the fuck up!" Wilson was eager to kill him.

Bang!

The soldiers below heard the sound of the roof and fired two shots at the roof.

"Shhhhh Wilson pressed Bill and Kleist's heads.

Bart and the others thought that the plan had succeeded, but there were two people chasing after them! they ran frantically, and finally they didn't know where they ran, it was pitch black all around, and the moon hid in the thick clouds, Bart and they were completely lost.

Without Bart and the three of them, Wilson and the three of them felt a lot of pressure, two soldiers were climbing up the roof, and the two people in the room were still sitting firmly in the room.

Bang! Bang!

One shot was fired by one of the three men on the roof.

Both soldiers fell.

"Ahh

"Bastard! This thing is scared to fall. Wilson scolded as he loaded the bullet.

"Who didn't hit just now?" Kleist asked.

"I hit the one who died. Bill said.

Kleist scratched his head, "I remember I hit it too." ”

"You two are fighting one person, I'm ****** I'm afraid we're both fighting one person, so I'll wait until you're done shooting before shooting, who the knows that this cowardly thing is so scared that it falls. Wilson was done, and the bullets were loaded.

Bang!

The man in the underground stopped moving.

The two soldiers in the house ran out, and when they saw two dead men on the ground, they said:

"Who said that? aren't they all dead!"

"Someone shabu is playing with us again!"

After the two men finished talking, they began to walk into the house.

Bang!

Wilson fired another shot, but it missed, hitting the dead man on the ground again.

Bill and Kleist don't change bullets, they can only watch.

As soon as Wilson saw that he had missed the shot, he knew that he should be prepared to hit the people again, so he retreated from the back of the roof with the two children.

The two soldiers walked to the back of the room, trying to see who had played them around. Unexpectedly, as soon as he saw a figure, he was stabbed in the stomach with a wooden knife, and his whole body suddenly seemed to be burned by flames, and then he gradually lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

"Brother Wilson, where do you think this will go when he dies, and what will it be like when he dies?" asked Kleist, looking at the two people at his feet.

"You'll know when you're dead. Bill gave him a blank look.

Wilson laughed and said, "It must not taste good, or who else is still alive? As he led them forward, he said, "Let's go and get Jace out first, or in a moment someone will come, and we might be able to taste death." ”

The three of them quickly walked into the room.

Jess was tied to a stake, his face was bloodied, his clothes were torn open and his chest was bloodied. At a glance, you can see that Jess must have suffered no less.

"I'll give you a gun in a moment, and whoever hits you, you go to whomever you want. Wilson untied the rope for Jace and said lightly.

"I don't need you to save me, you tie me back, I don't owe you a favor!" Jess was still leaning against the stake, his head on the side, not looking at Wilson squarely.

"Anyway, you don't want to go!" Wilson leaned the gun on his shoulder against the stake, "This is a gun, there is a bullet in it, you can shoot whoever you want! ”

"Let's go!" Wilson said to the two children.

At this moment, there was a noise outside the door.

"You still want to go!" a figure flashed in, and with a thud, he disappeared into the doorway with the recoil of the Mauser rifle he was holding.

Wilson let out a "uh" and a small hole in his chest began to bleed.

The Mauser rifle was by far the most sophisticated weapon in the world, at least five times more powerful than Wilson's musket.

Bill and Kleist hurriedly squatted down and helped Wilson up, "Cheer up, we'll take you away!"

"Do you remember your mission?" Wilson said with a struggle.

"Rescue Jes!" the two children said in unison.

Jetston felt a shock in his body, and involuntarily picked up the gun leaning on the stake, squatted down to Wilson's side, and held his hand, "Don't worry, as long as I can get out, I will definitely take you out." ”

Wilson said in a weak voice, "Leave me alone, take these two kids out!"

Bang bang!

Someone is shooting guns out there again!

As soon as Jace rushed to the door, a few bullets forced him back