Chapter 336

Leff jumped four meters and hit the soft grass heavily with his shield.

The noise of the battlefield soon came.

After a while, Leff lowered his head and got into the column of the villa, narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the unexpected battlefield.

This is an invasion.

The falling torch started a sparse and thick smoke of gunpowder on the grass, and the smoke of gunpowder was full of dead guards.

Those who have been beheaded, those who have been shot several times, and those who have been stabbed all over

One by one, they maintained the appearance of fighting or running away. Their empty eyes looked at the sky. There was no sound or reflection.

A dozen strong men, carrying short guns and long knives, were gathering at the door of the villa in a pool of blood.

They were led by a short-lived neighbor in the new Cadiz Hotel, a bearded man as strong as a bear.

He was carrying a huge, square, black bladed guillotine on his shoulder.

The guillotine has an inverted triangular section, with a handle and a blade of 1.56 meters long. The blade edge cuts out huge rows of sawteeth in a rude way, just like the tusks of some creatures.

Moreover, it is so thick that it is meaningless. The back of the knife is close to the thickness of two fingers. Even Leff, who especially likes heavy weapons, doesn't understand the value of this casting.

His beard waved a guillotine, took wind and thunder, cut the door of the villa with a knife, and split the whole door with a bang.

There was a scream of panic in the room, probably in response to a guard behind the door being hit by a flying door.

Lev was excited.

The power and skill of the beard chop is no less than that of an excellent Viking soldier. In other words, he is not a weak chicken with fish belly visible on the road, but a strong enemy!

And Valhalla's warriors will not let go of every strong enemy.

For a moment, Leff completely forgot Lorraine's instructions and rushed out with his shield and sword, regardless of whether the other party found him or not.

"Oh!!!"

Before the man arrived, the voice came first. The beard who was about to enter the door suddenly stepped down and looked at LEV in a strange way.

"Solve him." he put down his heart to his yinhaina.

The leading shot is the rhythm of A-level shooter. If there are no excellent Spaniards in that study, the shooter is either Lorraine or Barto.

Considering Mara's virtue, Haina is almost certain to be Barto.

So, Lorraine is all right, and since the window is broken, even if she doesn't inform, Lorraine must know the news of someone's invasion.

"Then next..."

Haina hung the veil gently, jumped downstairs and looked up at the direction of the clock tower.

"The hunters must be removed as soon as possible."

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The corridor is overlapping with hell.

Carpets and wallpaper were splashed with blood, and paintings and decorations were messy.

Servants, guards, maidens, thugs, living, dead, dead... People come and go, shadowy.

Lorraine took the thin body sword out of a mob's chest and let the warm blood sprinkle on his body and stain his leather shoes.

The mob stared, opened his mouth, looked at Lorraine with pleading eyes, and gave a clucking vague plea for mercy in his throat.

But that didn't stop Lorraine, nor did the hands that tried their best to grasp Lorraine's cuffs.

Lorraine pulled out his sword completely and pushed the mob away with a gentle push. The mob fell on the soft carpet, twitched, turned over, trembled and climbed up the stairs, marking the stabbing track with thick blood marks.

Lorraine didn't go after him. He stood where he was and looked at his dirty dress with disgust.

"That's why I don't like fighting in a dress..."

He muttered sadly, took off his hopeless tuxedo, wiped the blood on the sword with priceless woolen cloth, and hung it on the knight's armor used as decoration by the aisle.

The crawling mob is dead, maintaining the classic posture of "don't stop", and his outstretched hand is less than two meters away from the stairs.

Lorraine looked at the twisted long bloodstain, and her eyebrows were locked bit by bit.

Who the hell are these people?

Lorraine couldn't guess the origin of these people. He didn't know their background, identity, backstage and purpose.

He did insinuate the identity of the behind the scenes man on Antonio de torresias, the fortress commander, in front of Mara, but it was to help Mara better make up his mind to blow up the arsenal.

After all, a foolish man is best at living by himself. As long as he doesn't care about torresias's life, he can understand frankly and surely that torresias wants his life.

But in fact, this possibility is almost impossible.

The military status quo of San Carlos is stable, has experienced the test of history, and the governor's office and fleet governor are behind it.

Killing Mara is not good for torresias. On the contrary, it will make the garrison fleet hysterical and reduce the evaluation during his commander's term of office, which is not conducive to his re-election.

Mara once said that torresias is close to re-election. He is probably the one who wants stability most in the city at present. Mara and the major Grenadier stationed on the Watergate are the root causes of the unrest.

So... Behind the scenes is major Gonzalo de Oviedo?

From his point of view, killing Mara can kill two birds with one stone, which not only reduces competitors, but also exposes torresias's incompetence.

When Mara dies, torresias must be condemned and dismissed, and the position of the next commander will be vacant, making Oviedo the only old man suitable for succession.

Is it just the old man who will become a candidate?

The governor lost his nephew in this year's power struggle. In order to appease him, the governor is likely to voluntarily give up his command position next year and profits for the whole year.

It can be seen that this kind of adventure, which will ruin people's reputation once it fails, is a rotten chess for Oviedo, which is extremely insecure and cost-effective.

Oviedo might not even bother to try.

But besides these two, is there a third force in this fortress that can implement this scale and has reasonable motivation?

Lorraine thought silently and saw his bloody beard stepping up the stairs.

An incredible idea flashed into Lorraine's mind.

They are pirates. Their purpose is to rob the keepsake of fly Thomas from this fortress.

In other words, they had no idea that Thomas' Keepsake was in torresias' hands.

Lorraine couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth.

The beard looked at Lorraine with red eyes: "boy, I seem to have seen you."

"New Cadiz, Mr. pirate. May I have the honor of knowing your name?"

"Arsonist Villefort." beard grinned and told himself, "I have another interesting name in the Caribbean, Edward Blackbeard. Boring people like to call me... His Highness the pirate king."