Chapter 143

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

There was still no sign of the carriage at the end of the road, and Haina didn't get out of the forest and joined Lorraine with bad news.

Lorraine looked at the dark clouds gathering in the sky. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was upset by the pending situation or the tightness before the storm.

Maybe the latter.

Because he was far from alone, he was on the opposite side of the road, in another forest opposite Lorraine. Just now, several big men with guns on their backs walked out, swearing, and were shouted back by the people hiding in the forest.

They are the killers of this assassination.

This morning, Daniel secretly visited Bach's private house in the name of delivering operation funds.

With the help of Noah and Wang Ye, he appeared by Bach's bed like a ghost, easily stunned the intelligence dealer's bedmate, and then left 200 pounds in cash. While strengthening Bach's confidence, he took it for granted to ask for the action plan of the assassination.

A total of three people received the reward, including an unknown little pirate, an excellent fur hunter and a street gangster. They organized a huge team of 42 people and set up a joint command group to share the huge money together.

Lorraine has always admired the underground world, especially the current situation.

Even if they publicize their secret affairs to everyone, the news will be firmly blocked in the circle. Unless someone deliberately sneaks in to inquire, the mainstream society will never hear any clue.

If only Drake chamber of commerce could form such an information closed loop one day

Lorraine sighed with emotion.

He knew that day would never come.

Seagoing ships are a place with great mobility. It is not easy to cultivate a group of loyal sailors who are determined to work. Even if they were really cultivated like the butterfly at that time, with the expansion of the scale of the chamber of Commerce, he must place the sailors he trusts in more important positions.

The white world is not without true loyal and righteous men, but their culture is doomed that such people are only heterogeneous and can never appear on a large scale.

Loyalty must be rewarded. Interests, status and reuse are all good.

In this regard, Lorraine has begun to do it in Lusi. The 50 people left on the golden deer have been greatly diluted to take important positions in the Caribbean branch, and the remaining ten or so people have been promoted to seafarers according to their respective strengths, so as to deal with the lack of positions for all flagship seafarers transferred to the Jackdaw.

At the right time, the Jackdaw will be promoted similarly, and the Musketeers behind Lorraine will bear the brunt.

Considering the characteristics of smuggling, Lorraine thought it might be a good idea to let them serve as the backbone and expand the fleet.

Only in this way, fewer and fewer people can be used to carry out secret operations.

You can't have both

Are you trying to recruit a group of sailors from the Pan Han and Tang cultural circles?

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

The question is, in such a big west, where can we find groups of yellow skinned sailors? Even if they find it, how can they take it for granted that they are a Viking barbarian?

Stand in the bow of the boat against the wind and lead them to carry the view of the sea? Or go to the iceberg in Greenland to recite "Qinyuan spring snow"?

Why don't you recite two songs together?

It faces Jieshi in the east to view the sea. Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow?

Can they really understand such a high-end bastard?

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

Is there a bastard in the Arctic Ocean?

Doesn't that product hibernate in cold environment?

Unless God creates a hot spring cave similar to Heba in Greenland, they can live alive.

But what do they eat?

So... How do those lizards in Heba and Mori solve the food problem?

Get out of those small holes like honeycomb briquettes and hunt?

In the impatient waiting, Lorraine's mind drifted farther and higher, and Karen suddenly pulled him.

"Captain! Captain!"

Lorraine was stunned for a long time, and suddenly recovered: "what's the matter?"

"There's gunfire in the distance!" Karen said excitedly and incoherently. "And yesla's coming!"

Calling, Haina appeared in front of Lorraine with the gunshot in the distance.

She gasped quickly. Her skin showed a beautiful flush because of long-distance high-speed running. Her close fitting combat clothes were soaked with sweat and could hardly stand for a time.

Lorraine hurried to meet her and helped her: "Haina, how's it going?"

"The carriage is coming, and there is still a corner away... More than a dozen guards tried to catch up, but they were stopped halfway by the ambush assassin and suffered heavy losses." Haina swallowed hard, "I want to have a rest, and the rest depends on you..."

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Count galvis curled up in horror in the corner of the carriage, covered with bruises of collision.

These are gifts given to him by New Orleans in the process of racing.

Thanks to the terrible road conditions here as if cursed by God, the carriage runs very bumpy, very bumpy, the time for four wheels to touch the ground at the same time is almost zero, and there is a risk of rollover anytime and anywhere.

All the count can do is pray.

But maybe the carriage ran too fast, or maybe it was too far away, and God didn't seem to hear his prayer at all.

He was assassinated, assassinating ing.

I don't know how many gunmen were hidden in the forest. He only saw the first shot. The shot missed, startled the war horse and scared away his faithful groom.

The guards who were highly expected by him made way of the road with their skilled equestrian skills. No one tried to control the frightened horse, and no one tried to save their master!

This is a conspiracy!

The carriage flew up again, and then landed heavily. Instead, the count flew up, smashed his head on the hard top of the car, fell, and knocked like a kowtow on the opposite seat.

The count was so shocked that he lost his perception of his surroundings and fled into a chaotic world.

Something magical, but his mind opened.

It must be a conspiracy. Someone bought his groom and his guard.

Most of them were bribed to participate in the assassination in an internal way.

Who bought them is water?

During the war, all the guards cancelled their holidays, and his groom was a slave brought from Europe. He worked for his family for two generations

Who can buy these people in front of him without God's knowledge?

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

Those fat French nobles finally shot him!

The count rubbed his head and inhaled deeply.

These despicable nobles must not be able to buy off all the people, otherwise they can let the guards or grooms do it, and the success rate will be greatly improved.

There are still noble knights loyal to him.

Because in the course of racing, the count heard the sound of flustered horses' hoofs, anxious cries, and the sound of guns like thunder and landslides!

Fighting is taking place behind him. Those guards loyal to him fall into a trap, fall into an ambush and are fighting hard.

There is no guard around him

What is waiting for him when he has lost his guard?

Rollover? More assassins? Shoot? Or torture and then shoot?

Seems dead.

A deep sense of despair enveloped the count. In despair, he heard the howl of Cerberus.

Boom!

After a sudden gunshot, the galloping horse neighed and turned the world upside down!

He finally overturned, and it was not because of the bumpy road, but someone shot and killed his horse.

He fell out heavily, the solid carriage dragged the horse corpse on the Loess Road, smashing and tumbling, and the luxurious gold and silver decoration splashed everywhere.

He curled up in the small car and rolled around like a ball. He didn't know the injury or pain. He just hugged his head, protected his body and struggled to survive.

After a long time, maybe only for a while, the tumbling stopped. He leaned tremblingly against the lying carriage, trying to get up.

The pain from the hip bone affected the back, shoulders, tibia and forehead. Warm blood flowed out of the breach at the corner of the eyebrow, all over the face and all over the body.

But he was pleasantly surprised to find that he was still alive, and from the way of pain transmission, he lived well and didn't have too serious injury.

Has God finally come to bless me?

With tears in his eyes, the count stood up and pushed open the door above his head.

"Bang!"

There was another sudden gunshot. The lead bullet hit the door and made a big hole in the door.

More intensive gunshots sounded, banging, banging, one after another concentrated on the thick car roof.

The count was so frightened that he curled up again, hugged his head, trembled, and listened helplessly to the crazy cry outside the car.

"Kill the stupid French!"

"Kill the French! Drink the strongest wine and sleep the hottest woman!"

"Kill!"

"Protect the count!"

"Attack! Attack! Spread out all groups, suppress the target, pay attention to evasion, and the gunfire doesn't stop!"

"Attack!"

Bang bang! Bang bang!

More intense gunfire came from the other side of the carriage. The count could not see the situation outside, but vaguely felt that another wave of people seemed to have rushed to the battlefield.

reinforcements?

But how can there be help here?

Did his guard break through the interception and catch up in time?

He couldn't figure it out, and the current situation couldn't allow him to figure it out carefully, because he heard a voice coming from the bottom of the upright carriage.

"Is it count galvis inside? Please try to stick to the roof of the carriage to avoid unnecessary accidental injury."

The voice fell, and without waiting for any reaction from the count, a sledgehammer smashed over, smashed the board with only one blow, and smashed a fist hole at the bottom of the car.

There were two brown eyes through the hole, smiling opposite his four eyes.

"I'm really relieved to see that you are still healthy and energetic," said the eye.

The count swallowed his saliva heavily and pressed it against the top of the car. His face was pale: "you... Are you?"

"My name is Edward KENWAY, a free smuggler. Please rest assured that I will save you."