Chapter 176

The success of rock climbing means that most of the advance team's actions were successful.

Lorraine struggled to climb up the cliff. As soon as she looked up, she saw the miserable lunat, and then Hannah, who was covered with blood and whose hair was close to her cheek.

In my impression, Haina seems to have never been so embarrassed

Assassin regards killing as an art. Different from Lorraine's straight and bold frames, Haina always leaves residual forces in battle, which are used to calculate the angle of the knife and the direction of the incision.

The effect of one hit is the first demand. Controlling the direction of blood gushing and preventing dirt from splashing on the body is the second demand.

With these two needs, Haina homicide always gives people a graceful, relaxed and freehand feeling.

The same is true.

The two have known each other for more than three years. It seems that Haina has never been stained with blood, whether it is a fierce ship seizing war or a confrontation with pirates and even beasts on land.

What happened today?

Lorraine blinked suspiciously: "the one lying on the ground is not a sword saint in the mountain, is it?"

"Just an ordinary guard. He uses a gun."

"Then you look like this..."

Haina wiped her face depressed: "it seems a little slack during this period of time."

"So it seems that I'm also a little slack. Is it a fatigue period?"

"Fatigue?"

"New Orleans and Lucie, smugglers and mercenaries, have been restless on both lines recently. Haven't you taken turns for a long time? You've been watching bell even when you're at the manor."

Haina was stunned: "maybe..."

Lorraine stretched out a big lazy waist, untied the rope sleeve wrapped around him, found a big tree to wrap it tightly and tie it tightly. Finally, he put his red scarf on the rope, shook the rope and sent the scarf to the bottom of the cliff.

"In this way, when the Halloween operation is over, you can have a good rest in the manor and don't participate in the smuggling in June."

"No need to rest." Haina shook her head coldly. "Bell Judea's position has not been fully determined, and the smuggling line is not safe. There is no one around you who can replace the scouts. It will be inconvenient for you if I am not here."

"If you are tired, it will be more inconvenient for me."

"I won't be tired. I can rest at sea."

"At sea..."

Lorraine resisted the urge to preach.

Today's Haina was very stubborn, just like she got into the tip of a cow's horn, even if she couldn't pull it out with a steam locomotive, so he rationally gave up persuasion, took out a water bag and handkerchief, and silently helped Haina clean up the blood on her face and hands.

When the cleaning was almost finished, the strong men who had arranged the sequence in advance, led by yachalin, had climbed up the cliff along the rope, and then eight people worked together to set up two sets of rope ladders on the cliff.

More and more advance team members climbed the cliff. By 3:00 in the middle of the night, all the team members finally assembled, and the command of the operation was handed over to John Rashid again.

"Robert manor consists of four parts, villa, wharf, pasture and plantation. Their terrain and personnel composition have been found out by secret agents. In that case, there should be no accident in the operation. This is an order."

Rashid led the wind lamp and knocked on the topographic map in front of him.

"Among the four places, the number of guards at the wharf is the largest. I personally lead the team and belong to six classes; there are more than 200 slaves in the plantation. In order to block all access channels and prevent someone from leaking information, three classes are needed. Idiot Harry, you are responsible."

"Yes, sir!"

"The population of the ranch is not large, and there is no guard. President..."

"You can let acharin take a class, just some servants. There will be no problem." Lorraine chose the conductor without thinking about it.

Acharin nodded lazily: "don't worry, there will be no problem."

"That's how it's arranged." Rashid noncommittally reached out to the villa, "there are only two classes, 20 people, the president, the villa, or take a class from the wharf..."

Lorraine smiled and shook his head. "I'm a privateer. When it comes to looting, I'm a professional. 20 people are enough."

"It's really a pleasure to cooperate with you." leisid laughed and distributed the relevant topographic map to the person in charge, "The troop arrangement is as mentioned above. Gentlemen, our purpose is to secretly deliver the eighth company to Martinique, so we need to avoid all possible risks of leaking information. No one is allowed to leave the manor. If it is not necessary, try not to create a fire and reduce the gunfire as much as possible. What else does the deputy commander want to add?"

Lorraine thought: "considering this is a landing operation, the advance team can arrive smoothly under the shelter of the sea. Therefore, at least this time, please control the behavior of the army. Adultery and all unnecessary abuse are prohibited during the operation. Tonight you are pirates. Pirates can take the lives of innocent people, but not their dignity."

"Yes, sir!"

When they were about to leave, Rashid stood beside Lorraine with a smile and watched the advance team prepare their luggage.

"I didn't expect that one day I could hear a knight like supplementary speech from a privateer..."

Lorraine pinched his eyebrows: "I will take the Pirate Code as a knight's declaration. Your commander in chief, you really don't know much about pirates."

Rashid opened his mouth in surprise: "prohibit adultery and unnecessary abuse. These articles full of sense of justice are actually from the notorious pirate code?"

"Accident? Chaotic pirates are supporters of order... You probably think so."

"Isn't it?"

"Unfortunately, No. the prohibition of adultery is to avoid unnecessary physical exertion, and the prohibition of abuse is also to increase the efficiency of looting. Pirates are pirates. Like the army, we are just a group of professional thugs, and we don't need to overestimate our character."

"Interesting words..." Rashid looked up and down at Lorraine. "I still don't like you, but to be honest, you aroused my interest."

"It's a great honor, sir." Lorraine made a gentleman's salute. "It's getting late. Let's finish the operation before dawn? Bye."

"Good luck with the plunder."

"You too."

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Killing, blood, hundreds of professional thugs attacked the manor from a position never thought of. When the first blood blooms, the victory or defeat has become a certainty.

No one escaped from the siege set by Rashid. The rebels were killed. After mending the knife, they were thrown into the newly dug pit of the manor. The cowards were able to live. They were gathered together and trembled under the bayonet of the soldiers.

When the sun rose, the herald soldiers finally sent the submachine boat and the news of entering the port to the warship moored at sea. Before Nelson arrived with the warship, Lorraine met Mr. Robert and his sons and two daughters who were suffering from psychological torture in the restaurant of the manor.

The young gentleman became a housekeeper, a delicate lady and a part-time maid. Under the covetous eyes of the sailors, the frightened former owners sent plates of carefully prepared French breakfast to Lorraine and his sailors.

Compared with the rich English morning tea, French breakfast is both sweet and simple.

Sliced croissants and large bread, with pure natural fresh strawberry jam, fragrant hot chocolate and salty butter Caramel Coriolis from Britain.

Lorraine cut a piece of Coriolis into his mouth, felt the strong sweetness mixed with the delicious smell of butter in his taste buds, and sighed contentedly.

This tone made Mr. Robey and his children almost kneel to the ground.

"Sir, are you... Pirates?"

"Not quite accurate." Lorraine sipped thick hot chocolate and licked his lips. "Although he did the thing of pirates, from the identity, we are now a hostile country, and my behavior should be called invasion."

"Invasion? Are you British..."

"The task of the special operations unit of the new continent fleet of the Royal British navy is to disrupt everything in Martinique and lay the foundation for victory in the upcoming battle of the Windward Islands."

Mr. Robey slid down his chair and under the table.

When the children helped him out from under the table, his face was bloodless: "you tell me such a secret, don't you..."

"You are a gentleman. You and your family are entitled to the protection of civilization." Lorraine wiped his mouth and put down his napkin. "Sir, your daughter is very beautiful. Seeing that there are no scars on their faces and their clothes are not messy, I know that their soldiers strictly abide by their duty."

"I will also strictly abide by my duty. From now on, until the end of the war, you and your family will become prisoners of the Royal Navy and be sent to a prisoner of war camp in Barbados for temporary residence until the end of this stupid war."

"Of course, during your captivity, your manor and property will be used temporarily by us. We promise not to cause irreparable damage to them as much as possible. This is an optional power of attorney. Please sign it before boarding."

As she spoke, Noah handed a simple document written temporarily to Mr. Robey and stuffed it into Robey's hand with a feather pen full of ink.

Mr. Robey could not tell whether his mood was joy or sadness.

He and his family were identified as prisoners of the national war by Lorraine, which means that he does not have to continue to bear the redemption of his money while bearing the looting, and of course, he does not have to worry about his life. But I'm afraid this manor will be robbed by these British soldiers

Lorraine also said that this power of attorney is "dispensable". Whether he signs it or not, the British won't leave him much.

Disaster, this is a disaster.

Mr. Robey smiled miserably and solemnly signed his full name at the end of the power of attorney: "you are a noble gentleman. Mr. officer, thank you... For your kindness."