Chapter 718

Drop by drop, the crimson blood drops fell from Shaq's knife tip and landed on the heavy carpet, dyeing the dark pile deeper.

Lorraine, holding a knife, crossed her legs and sat opposite the naked, big bellied Susan Morgan on the bed.

"Ms. Susan Morgan." Lorraine knocked the knife at the edge of the bed. "It should be the third time I have seen your beautiful face. The first time you were giving an opening speech for the auction of asylum villa, and the second time you were in the cargo hold full of mice in cotton Jack. Today is the third time. I am full of regret that I failed to submit the worship post in advance."

"It's my pleasure to meet you, Mr. Drake." Susan smiled and straightened her huge chest. "If it hadn't been for that sad accident, our third meeting would have been in the comfortable shelter villa a month ago, not in this dull bedroom."

"Ms. Morgan thought what happened a month ago was an accident?" Lorraine laughed and laughed. "Hundreds of pounds of explosives are hidden under your plank road, and my ship just stops next to the powder keg?"

Susan sighed slowly.

"The explosion was a conspiracy, but for you, it was really just an accident, a sad accident."

She said.

"You know, Mr. President? There are terrible demons trying to destroy Morgan."

"Their attack on us is nothing. I don't know their identity. I only know that they want to use the anger of powerful countries to achieve their unspeakable goals."

"Two years ago, they manipulated pirates to kill lieutenant general Louis de relano of the French navy. Morgan was angered by angry France, and the auction of the sanctuary villa for a hundred years was forced to stop. This time, they killed your brother, Admiral shack Francis Drake. The Revenge of Great Britain has not yet hit, but I can smell your anger?"

"Morgan is the victim. Mr. President, you and your ship have suffered from fish in the pond. They don't care who will be blown up. The explosives have been filled there long ago. Whoever enters the berth will become a sacrifice."

"This is a self-defense I never thought of." Lorraine said differently and sincerely.

"I didn't expect you to come to me at the first time after you got out of danger," Susan said heartily.

"I really hesitated for a while between looking for you and returning to Miami." Lorraine shrugged. "I finally chose you, mainly to find something before others know my news."

"Is that thing with me?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Lorraine glanced at Susan's stomach. "Are you pregnant?"

"At 38 weeks, the doctor said it was a pair of twins."

"Congratulations... Where is the safe?"

"It's hidden behind the portrait on the desk." Susan reacted quickly and didn't seem to hide anything. "Just be careful when you open it. The blade is embedded in the interlayer of the frame. The blade is coated with poison."

"Good start." Lorraine jumped out of bed and quickly found the safe embedded in the wall: "password, beautiful lady."

Susan shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"That's Morgan's safe, not mine," Susan explained. "According to the family tradition, I'm in charge of the safe and keys, and another person is in charge of the password."

"It's the Treasury insurance law."

Lorraine knocked on the wall, found the hollow, raised the handle and smashed it.

The wall burst and opened a big hole. Lorraine saw the iron shell of the safe, reached in and forcibly pulled out the whole cabinet.

"Where are the keys, madam?"

Susan opened her mouth: "Mr. President, I'm hesitating whether to tell you to run away. HMM... the voice just now..."

"You are the only living person in this manor right now." Lorraine returned to bed with the iron cabinet. "Madam, the key."

"... it's at the head of the bed..."

After a while, the silver key was strung on the closed iron cabinet by a bunch of filaments. Lorraine patted its thick shell with satisfaction, raised his head and looked directly at Susan.

"An unimportant question. Is the twenty second keepsake of the pirate emperor in the cabinet?"

"I said yes, would you believe it?"

"Yes," Lorraine whispered, "because you know, if the keepsake is not in the cabinet, I may cut off your head."

"Yes..."

"So to put it straight, where is the battleship?"

Susan's big watery eyes showed doubts that could not be misunderstood: "battleship? Did you say the lion or?"

"That's the battleship."

"But that ship belongs to Morgan's enemy!"

The doubt disappeared, replaced by a little despair and a little pain. Susan pitifully lowered her eyes and faintly begged in her voice.

"Mr. President, I don't know who they are or where they are. Drake chamber of commerce is much larger than Morgan. You should know that a small chamber of commerce can't have battleships at all. This is the bottom line of the country. Once it is broken, Morgan will die."

"So it is..." Lorraine banged the back of the knife on the iron cabinet. "Ms. Morgan, you may need to understand one thing."

"Drake chamber of commerce is not a court, and I have never been a judge. I am a privateer, a pirate and a brother who lost his brother. Even before parting, I still hated Shaq in my heart and personally refused his request for reconciliation."

"Today I'm here for revenge. Under the push of hatred and self blame, I don't care if I find the wrong person."

"You have to know that if you are innocent, I will cut off your head before leaving, loot the gold and silver of this manor, and put all the blame on the nonexistent Indians tonight. Then I will look for the [them] in your mouth."

"So please recall carefully, where is the battleship?"

Susan was frightened by the evil Lorraine. Her naked body trembled and curled up, showing her round belly.

"Mr. President..." she moaned, "I really don't know where the battleship is... I'll keep my mouth shut tonight! I can give you everything about the Morgan family, shipyards, docks, factories, plantations and contacts!"

"Morgan is a century old family! We have many contacts, which are different from the new Drake. You will need these, which will help you make a lot of money and make it easier for you to find the murderer of general Drake!"

"Please don't kill me!" she held her stomach. "I'm a mother. My child will be born. For God's sake..."

Squeak

When the door was pushed open, Hannah looked at Susan in disgust, came in and leaned in Lorraine's ear.

Lorraine was stunned and stunned for a long time.

"Ms. Morgan... You left Chris Emmons in your cellar?"

Susan's face stagnated: "Mr. President..."

"How could you leave Chris Emmons in the cellar? I mean... You acted so flawlessly that I almost believed you were an innocent mother dying in vain... But you left Chris Emmons in the cellar?"

"What the hell are you..."

"Scarlet crown!"

"What?"

"The ship is called the scarlet crown. It is a holy ship built by Canaanite. The captain is my brother and husband Arthas."

Susan completely tore off her disguise and poured out what Lorraine knew or didn't know, wanted to know or didn't want to know.

"Arthas is the pirate king pavlomus. The one who was beheaded is a double. He is his lover royeri, the emperor's guard and the eternal loyal servant of the Morgan family."

"He's hiding near Quebec."

"You want to find Arthas, don't you? Then you need a quill pen, a piece of stationery, my private seal and a little fire paint to deliver the letter to the mailbox of francinac castle in Quebec."

"No need to deceive! Just tell him [I'm caught by you], and he will come to save me. He must come to save me. He has no choice!"

Susan took a deep breath when she finished all her words quickly.

"Mr. President, can I ask to live now?"

Lorraine frowned and shook her head slowly.

"Then please let my children live!" Susan gave in without hesitation. "I will give birth in two weeks. After giving birth, please send them to Philadelphia for Aunt floa to adopt them."

"You still don't have any evidence in your hand. A dead and fragmented body can't testify for you in court, so you can't legally deprive the Morgan family of their property."

"In that case, please allow me to transfer those wealth to aunt floya and her family. I have made them poor for ten years. Only in this way can they treat my children well."

"This is my last request!" Susan looked at Lorraine firmly. "Mr. President, for God's sake, the child is innocent."

Lorraine frowned tighter, struggled for a long time in the bottom of her heart, and finally nodded her head.

"Susan Morgan, I'm sure you're crazy, an out and out, unreasonable madman."