Chapter 15

If not, black smoke filled the middle warehouse.

In the black smoke, the leader attacked and Lorraine defended. A machete is very popular in the leader's hands, and each knife is powerful and heavy.

Qiang!

Lorraine blocked the leader's chop, pursed his lips, shook and retreated three steps.

The leader caught up, raised his knife and split again.

Lorraine sidestepped and turned quickly.

He put his shoulder against the leader's body, flashed around behind the leader, raised his arms and hands, and shot with a machete!

With a sound, the blade accurately stabbed the bystander and passed through the chest until it fell into the handle.

The thug looked at the blood splashed from his chest in disbelief and knelt down slowly.

"You want to die!"

The leader was furious when he was attacked by Lorraine during the struggle.

He took advantage of Lorraine's breath, grabbed Lorraine's shirt, waved a knife and split it!

Lorraine, with his bare hands, bumped into the leader's arms and pounded the diaphragm between his chest and abdomen with a heavy punch.

Boom!

The boss took a big breath in pain and tried to bring the knife back. Unexpectedly, Lorraine straightened up and hit his chin with his head.

Another loud noise!

This time, both sides were hurt. Lorraine's forehead hurt deeply, and the leader's eyes were dark.

They stumbled back together, withdrew two steps, stepped out of their feet again, and hit each other's chest at the same time.

Bang bang!

Lorraine was kicked out and rolled on the ground three times.

The wound was completely cracked, and the blood soaked the chest and back, almost dyeing the shirt into blood.

But he still held his breath and said nothing, even after the blow, there was no air in his lungs.

The leader gasped at the other end.

Severe chest and abdominal pain, severe jaw pain.

He suspected that one of his ribs had been broken by the punch just now, his teeth had been loosened, half of his face was unconscious, and he didn't know whether his chin was broken or not.

"Difficult... Difficult boy!"

He clenched his teeth and squeezed out a few words. He watched Lorraine, who was covered with blood, stand up again as if he could not die. He shook his sword from the dead thug and waved his arm to get rid of the blood beads.

The leader suddenly noticed Lorraine's strange nose.

A small wooden clip is sandwiched between the two nostrils. The collet is wrapped with cotton cloth, which is just the size to plug the nostrils.

Why block your nostrils?

The leader subconsciously wanted to ask, so he took a breath and felt dizzy.

"In the smoke..."

Lorraine started in silence.

Step out in one step and jump in two steps. He stopped his bow with bare eyes, pressed his wrist, raised the blade and stabbed!

The long and thin sword blade is like a spirit snake. It is not fast and straight to the heart.

The leader was scared out of his wits. He stepped back and protected himself with a horizontal knife.

The stabbing sword immediately tilted up, and a long sound wiped a trail of sparks on the broad blade. Lorraine took another big step, stabbed it with a standard bow step, burst through the right shoulder of the head and passed through the shoulder blade.

A moment's look at each other, the victory or defeat is clear.

Lorraine shook his hand, pulled out the stabbing sword, turned sideways to avoid the spilled plasma, spun behind the leader along the potential, waved the high stabbing sword down, and casually opened the knee socket of the leader's right leg.

At this time, the leader howled miserably, took off the long knife and knelt on one knee.

"You... Won..."

Lorraine stood with his head down, his sword pointed at the back of the leader's heart, and took a breath of burnt air for the first time.

"You have a chance to live now. Tell me where the captain is."

The leader smiled grimly: "do you think I will believe you?"

"No."

Poof!

The sword pierced his chest, and the leader fell down softly.

Lorraine gasped for breath, covered his chest and walked hard until he struggled to the back warehouse and closed the warehouse door with a bang.

At the other end of the back warehouse, Haina was playing with a knife, blocking the door and covered with blood.

Behind her lay four twitching corpses. In front of her stood two well-dressed gentlemen, one fat and one thin.

"Where do we never meet in life... Mr. Thomas, the crew of the Artemis beauty, Lorraine Drake says hello to you." Lorraine smiled weakly. "Why? Aren't you going to introduce Mr. Barry to me?"

……

Old Barry's room is located on the right side of the back warehouse, which is the office of the former dock manager.

The wall divides the warehouse into three, and old Barry monopolizes one. There are two floors in total.

All the living are at the top.

In old Barry's bedroom, the two gentlemen were gracefully tied together by a colorful sailor's knot, back to back.

Lorraine's skill is second to none among sailors. The knot will not be too tight, nor will it wrinkle the clothes, nor will it be too loose, so that it gives people the illusion and room to break free.

Lorraine dragged a chair to the end of the bed, tilted his legs and played with his lost command sword.

Haina is treating his wound.

She carefully took off his shirt, untied the bandage, washed the blood, applied medicine, and put on a new clean and dry bandage.

The cool feeling made Lorraine breathe a sigh of relief. The slight intoxication of a small amount of Datura smoke further confused the pain and brought him the comfort he had not seen for a long time.

He shook his head slightly.

Mr. Thomas and old Barry, who had been following Lorraine, were excited at the same time and said in one voice: "as gentlemen, Mr. Drake, we demand decent treatment and redemption of the right to freedom."

"We can talk about it slowly." after tightening the bandage, Lorraine nodded to thank Haina. "I'm more interested in some topics, such as where is my captain?"

Old Barry's face showed a struggling color: "water prison..."

"Where is the water prison?"

"Basement." old Barry clenched his teeth. "Go out of the room, facing a row of filing cabinets. Push them away, and you can see the entrance to the basement."

"A good start."

Lorraine smiled and winked at Haina. Haina understood and turned to go out.

Lorraine crossed his fingers. "Mr. Barry, is this really where you work and live?"

"The safe... Is in the drawer of the desk. The drawer door is fake. You can remove it."

"It's a pleasure to chat with you." Lorraine stood up, clicked off the face of the drawer and revealed the safe made of refined iron inside. "Where's the password?"

“4159……”

The harvest is very rich.

In the iron cabinet, Lorraine found four bundles of gold pounds solidly made of leather tendons, one hundred each.

In addition, there are the house deed, land deed and two ious of No. 3 water tank, with denominations of ￡ 60 and ￡ 80 respectively.

The rest were marine supplies, including Lorraine's diary, a privatisation permit, the deeds of the Artemis beauty and the small fishing boat, and three charts.

These three charts cover the whole coastal area of Western Europe. One is the improved version of the Strait map of Lorraine's military news, and the other two are the most detailed hand-painted maps of the North Sea and Cantabrian sea areas in the civil category published by the Royal maritime administration of France.

Combined with what Lorin had previously found, the spices belonging to old Barry were lying neatly in the bottom cabin of the beauty of Attis. Lorin guessed that old Barry intended to enter the maritime circle.

With a chuckle, he took out his privation permit and raised it in front of the old bus: "Mr. Barry, do you know it?"

"It's priceless!" old Barry looked gloomy. "In the past 100 years, European maritime powers have stopped issuing privation permits. If a British license flows out, it can be exchanged for a thousand pounds in the hands of any pirate!"

"A thousand pounds... You're a cunning businessman, but you don't have enough vision." Lorraine gathered up those valuable things and said slowly, "Francis Drake was the founder of Drake's hereditary Baron family and the first lord Drake."

"When he was a pirate, he made the French, Dutch and Spaniards in the new world suffer; after becoming a navy, he led the weak Royal Navy to defeat the Spanish invincible fleet. He also completed global navigation. The Drake Strait was the beginning of the decline of the two countries."

"This document opens all the legends." Lorraine knocked on the mounting of the looting certificate and smiled disdainfully. "If you send it to the Drake's house in Tavistock, it's worth five thousand pounds; if you give it to any English collector, ten thousand pounds, twenty thousand pounds, take it."

"Twenty thousand pounds!" old Barry and Mr. Thomas trembled together. "Your last name is Drake, and this document must be yours. In that case, why..."

"What do you want to ask? Why did a noble descendant run to a small boat as a sailor? Or why didn't I sell it?"

Old Barry swallowed his saliva: "it's all."

Lorraine casually stuffed the looting certificate into his bag: "there is a saying in the East that the swallow and the bird know the ambition of the swan. Even if I say it clearly, it's a pity that you can't understand it."

Old Barry sighed sadly, "Mr. Drake, I've handed everything over. We're even. 20000 pounds of property is more than enough to atone for it."

Just as Lorraine was about to answer, Hannah pushed the door in with a squeak and shook her head slightly towards Lorraine.

Lorraine's face darkened.

"You killed him?"

There was a flash of panic in old Barry's eyes.

"I found a looting certificate on your ship... I thought he could give more... I asked him if he wanted it, but he always said he was a cobbler who went to sea for the first time... Yes... He forced me to torture! No matter how I punished him, he broke two whips... Mr. Drake! Mr. Drake? Drake Goo Goo Goo Goo..."

Old Barry twitched violently.

Lorraine clutched his hair, forced him to hold his head up, and cut his throat bit by bit with a command knife.

Blood gushed out of the huge wound, not splashing, but soaking clothes and sheets like a waterfall.

His eyes began to relax, his mouth still opened and closed subconsciously, spraying more blood and splashing Lorraine all over.

Lorraine squinted away from him and let him hang on Mr. Thomas's back and twitch.

Thomas sat upright and dignified.

"I can understand your mood." he tried to be dignified and calm. "You have a good education. You should know that I don't need to take responsibility or be implicated in this matter."

"I know." Lorraine dragged his sword around the bed. "You just sold Pete's mortgage to the right person. Now that old Barry is dead and Pete's family has become white slaves in Hansa, you may be ready to provide a suitable ransom to buy back your freedom from me."

"Yes." Mr. Thomas cheered up. "I think a thousand pounds is a good price. You can take the money away without dawn with a letter."

"A thousand pounds... You are a generous man."

Lorraine slowly put his sword on Mr. Thomas's tuxedo and gently wiped the blood off it.

He whispered: "it is reasonable to say that you do not owe me, but also have sincerity. According to the education I received since childhood, I should promise."

"However... I have more and more education."

"If you do something wrong, you should apologize..." he breathed. "You owe the captain an apology. If you want to tell him face to face, you have to go down..."