Chapter 14

Hannah fixed the sling to the chimney of the fireplace and landed lightly on the wall.

There is a row of shutters at the top of the middle warehouse, with six on each side, corresponding to the hanging building in the warehouse.

Some of them are the dormitories of thugs and workers, while others are littered with sundries.

Haina listened quietly against the shutter and soon determined the breathing sound of three of them on one side.

She took out a wooden clip from her pocket to clamp her nose, and took out a fire fold and some moist tobacco from the other pocket.

The ignited tobacco soon sent out thick white smoke. Haina looked at it for a while and stuffed them into the gap of the shutter.

Slings, tobacco, and this ancient, wind proof fire fold were bought from old Hansa with wound medicine.

As a tavern owner and human trafficker in blackport, he has many strange things that are difficult to find in the world.

Just like these tobacco, their origin is the new world. They are soaked in the Datura juice sent by India. The smoke has a strong hallucinogenic effect. Unlike opium poppy, it is not too addictive. It is deeply loved by the three religions and nine schools in heigang.

Asasin also likes Datura. Since the long past, they have regarded this tasteless special hallucinogen as a smoke fan and broke into the house without disadvantage.

Haina finished one side, went back to the warehouse top barefoot, and went around to the other side to repeat the old trick.

When both sides were finished, she turned around, took out a knife, pried open the shutters in the sundry room, and turned in.

There was a strange smell in the sundry room, like smelly socks and organic matter rotting in the corner. No one cleaned it up for a long time.

As if she hadn't heard it, she bypassed the messy tables and stools, crossed a few dirty clothes baskets full of clothes, and lay down on the door to listen quietly.

The corridor is very quiet, and the breathing of the dormitories on both sides is much heavier.

She gently opened the door and glanced downstairs through the crack.

There are more than a dozen sealed wooden boxes stacked in the corner of the warehouse. There are no people in the aisles of the hanging buildings on both sides, and there is no one below. Both the gate leading to the front warehouse and the small door leading to the rear warehouse are tightly closed.

Haina walked out of the room lightly, took out the knife on her thigh, pulled a knife flower, and pried open one of the bedrooms.

The beater's bedroom was more messy than the utility room. Haina went straight to the bed, looked at the strong man lying on the bed, flushed and waved a knife.

A sharp knife cuts into the inner neck, cuts off the trachea, blood vessels, esophagus and vocal cords, and immediately pulls them out.

Warm blood gushed out of the wound and splashed all over the wall. The thug subconsciously twitched twice, and there was a strange noise in his throat. After a while, there was no movement.

1、 Two, three, four, five, six

On both sides of the hanging building, Haina took an elegant cat walk, slowly harvested six lives, then wiped the knife, took off the wooden clip on her nose, and locked the small door of the back warehouse.

After confirming that there was no omission, she opened the door to the front warehouse.

Squeak!

The gate is open.

The wet Lorraine gasped and lowered her head. She saw Haina open the door and smiled brightly.

"How many?"

"Six." Hannah frowned and stared at Lorraine's chest. "Your wound burst open."

"Penetrating injury, moving will leave some traces. Don't make a fuss." Lorraine held the door and passed by Haina. "Where's the living mouth?"

"There is no living mouth."

Lorraine was stunned: "you didn't keep alive?"

"Why stay alive?" Hannah asked righteously.

……

Why stay alive

There are eight out of ten thugs in the front and middle warehouses. Theoretically, there should be two thugs left in the back warehouse with old Barry.

This is the state of no visitors tonight.

Before entering the arena, Lorraine and Haina stepped on a little. The known intelligence is that there are two guards at the rear warehouse gate, and two side-by-side carriages are parked at the door.

How many carriages does old Barry have?

Is it old Barry's last thug guarding the door?

I can't tell.

Lorraine stood behind the small door of the middle warehouse for a long time, gently pulled out the anti lock pin, went up the hanging building with Haina and hid in the utility room.

At Lorraine's request, Haina hoisted to the top of the warehouse again. About half an hour later, she brought new news.

Old Barry didn't sleep. He was chatting with another man in the room. The warehouse door was still guarding them, and there were still two carriages outside.

In other words, old Barry has visitors tonight, which is bad news.

Lorraine was frozen in thought.

"Haina, how much smoke do you have in your hand?"

"Six volumes."

"How much is hallucinogenic?"

"If it only affects the action, it doesn't take much." Haina poked open the door and looked at the closed door. "If you want to Daze people, it takes a little more time."

"If so..." Lorraine endured the pain and stretched himself. "I need you to go to the back warehouse and dissuade Mr. Barry from leaving his property."

After saying goodbye to Haina, Lorraine began to work.

There is hay in the cargo box in the middle warehouse. There are a small amount of porcelain and tin ware, all of which are specialties from the East.

He chose four of the boxes, took out the goods, threw them in cigarettes and made a circle around the small door.

After placing the box, he dodged to the side of the small door, stuck to the wall, clamped his nose like Haina, and held his breath to ignite the hay.

The wooden box soon burned, and the white smoke of the cigarette wrapped in thick black smoke covered Lorraine and floated into the back warehouse along the crack of the door.

When Luolin heard that houcang was in chaos, some people shouted fire, others shouted vague names.

As the chaotic shouts came closer and closer, someone kicked the door open and threw a bucket of water in.

Indiscriminate sprinkling of water can not put out the fire, but can only make the black smoke thicker.

Someone scolded outside, and then five or six big men crowded into the middle warehouse with buckets and pots, staring at several burning wooden boxes.

"This..."

A little cold light in the black smoke pierced one big man's heart, pulled it out, turned his hand and pierced another big man's neck.

The wooden basin and barrel clattered to the ground. The two men fell soft. Lorraine abandoned his sword, drew out the machete on the man's waist, and split them with a dull hum.

The violent action made his wound crack, and the extruded blood penetrated the bandage and dyed his shirt red.

But Lorraine killed four people in an instant.

He led the machete to turn and cut at the fifth man, but he didn't want the other party to be on guard. With a clang, he blocked Lorraine's knife.

"Boy, it's you!"

The smoke gathered near the small door was scattered by Lorraine's actions. The other party saw Lorraine's face and Lorraine saw the other party.

Is the leader of that day!

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

"Hello, sir, Lorraine Drake, chamber of Commerce of attic."

The leader kicked over the wooden box in front of him, grinned and took another survivor out of the smoking area and stood opposite Lorraine.

"Interesting little trick... I said you didn't know how to live or die before. It seems that I'm really right."

Lorraine nodded with a smile, but did not answer back.

The foot kicked over the burning hay, and the black smoke became as if there were no smoke, diffuse in half of the middle warehouse.

No one knows which strand is mixed with the poisonous smoke of Datura. Lorraine breathes long and thinks it's better to smoke less.

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

"From your injury, your captain's heart is hard enough, but it's a pity that he didn't stab accurately enough."

The leader spoke, holding the knife flower, bent down and sank his shoulders, and put on a fighting posture.

"Why die for such a captain? Isn't it good to live...?"