Henna secured the sling to the chimney of the fireplace and landed lightly against the wall.

There is a row of blinds on the high side of the middle warehouse, with six sides, corresponding to the hanging towers in the warehouse.

Some of them are dormitories for thugs and workers, while the other part is scattered with debris.

Henna listened quietly with Baiye, and soon confirmed the breathing sounds of three of them on one side.

She took out the wooden clip from her pocket and clamped her nose, then took out the fire break and some tide tobacco from the other pocket.

The ignited tobacco quickly floated out of thick white smoke. Henna looked at it for a while and stuffed them into the gaps of the louver.

Slings, tobacco and this old, unafraid of wind, fire breaks were all bought from the old man with the wound medicine.

As a tavern owner and human trafficker in Black Port, he has many strange things that are hard to find in the world.

Just like these tobaccos, their origin is the New World, soaked in the mandala juice sent from India. The smoke has a strong hallucination effect, but it is not as addictive as poppy, and it is deeply loved by all the churches of the Black Port.

Asassin also likes mandala. Since the long past, they have regarded this tasteless special hallucinogen as a smoker, breaking the door and going all the way.

After Henna finished her work, she returned to the top of the warehouse barefoot and went around to the other side to repeat the same trick.

After both sides were finished, she turned around and pulled out a knife to pry open the shutters of the utility room, and turned over.

There was a strange smell in the utility room, like smelly socks, and like organic matter rotting in the corners, and no one cleaned it up for a long time.

She seemed to have not heard of it, and she walked around the messy tables and stools, passed a few dirty clothes baskets, and lay on the door and listened quietly.

The aisle was very quiet, and the breathing in the dormitories on both sides became much heavier.

She gently pulled the door open and glanced downstairs through the crack.

There were more than a dozen sealed wooden boxes piled in the corner of the warehouse. There were no people on the aisles of the hanging buildings on both sides, and there was no one below. Whether it was the front door leading to the front door or the small door leading to the back door, they were tightly closed.

Henna walked out of the room lightly, pulled out the knife on her thigh, pulled a knife flower, and pried open one of the bedrooms.

The thug's bedroom was more chaotic than the utility room. Henna walked straight to the bed, looked at the strong man lying on the bed, with a flushed complexion, and waved his hand to the knife.

The sharp knife cuts into the inner neck, cuts the trachea, blood vessels, esophagus, and vocal cords, and then pulls it out again.

Warm blood spurted out from the wound and splashed all over the wall. The thug subconsciously twitched twice, and a strange giggling sound made in his throat. After a while, there was no movement.

One, two, three, four, five, six…

On both sides of the hanghouse, Henna took elegant cat steps and slowly reaped six lives. Then she wiped the knife clean, took off the wooden clip on her nose, and locked the small door to the back wall.

After confirming that there was no omission, she opened the door to Qiankuan.

Squeak!

The door opens.

The wet Lorraine gasped and lowered her head. When she saw Henna open the door, she smiled heartily.

"several?"

"Six." Henna frowned and stared at Lorraine's chest, "Your wound has broken open."

"It's a penetrating injury. If you move, you will leave some traces. Don't be surprised." Lorraine helped the door and walked through Henna, "Where is the living mouth?"

"No living."

Lorraine was stunned: "You didn't leave any living?"

"Why keep a living?" Henna asked with confidence.

...

Why keep a living...

In the front, there were two thugs in the middle, and eight appeared in total with ten thugs. In theory, there should be two thugs and Old Bari stayed in the back position together.

This is a state of no visitors tonight.

Before entering the venue, Lorraine and Henna stepped on the spot. The known information was that there were two guards at the gate of Houkuang, and there were two carriages standing side by side at the door.

How many horses does Old Barry have?

Is the last thug guarding the door of Old Barry?

There is no way to determine.

Lorraine stood behind the small door of Nakakura for a long time, gently pulled off the locked thigh, went up the hut with Henna, and hid in the utility room.

Henna hung onto the roof of the warehouse again at Lorraine's request, and about half an hour later, she brought new news.

Old Barry was not sleeping and was chatting with another man in the house. The two of them were still guarding the Gate, and there were still two carriages outside the door.

In other words, Old Barry has visitors tonight, which is bad news.

Lorraine calmed down and pondered.

"Hena, how much smoke do you have on your hands?"

"Six volumes."

“How much will it cause hallucination inhalation?”

"If it only affects the action, it doesn't take much." Henna opened the crack in the door and looked at the closed door. "If you want to make people dizzy, it will take a little more time."

"If that's the case..." Lorraine forced herself to stretch, "I need you to go to Houcang to dissuade Mr. Barry from leaving his property."

Saying goodbye to Henna, Lorraine began to work hard.

There is hay in the cargo box in the middle warehouse, with a small amount of porcelain and some tin ware, all of which are specialties from the East.

He picked four of the boxes, took out the goods, threw them into cigarette rolls, and arranged them around the small door.

After placing the box, he flashed to the side of the door, pressed against the wall, clamped his nose like Henna, and held his breath to ignite the hay.

The wooden box quickly burned, and the white smoke from the cigarette was wrapped in the thick black smoke, covering Lorraine and drifting into the back chamber along the crack of the door.

Lorraine heard the back warehouse chaotic, some people shouted about fire, and some people shouted about unclear names.

The chaotic shouts were getting closer and closer. Someone kicked the door open and threw a large bucket of water in.

The splashing water cannot extinguish the fire, but can only make the black smoke thicker.

Someone cursed outside for a few words, and then five or six big men carried buckets and squeezed into the middle warehouse with basins, staring at the burning wooden boxes.

"this……"

A little cold light from the black smoke pierced, piercing the heart of a big man, then pulled it out, and piercing the neck of another big man.

The wooden basin and barrel fell to the ground, and the two big men fell softly. Lorraine abandoned the sword, drooped the scimitar from the big men's waist, and slashed the two men with a muffled groan.

The excessively violent movement made his wound break, and the blood squeezed into the bandage, dyeing his shirt red.

But Lorraine instantly killed four people.

He led the scimitar to turn and slash at the fifth person, but he didn't expect that the other party was already prepared and blocked Lorraine's knife with a clang.

"Boy, it's you!"

The smoke that the hedgehog gathered near the small door was dispersed by Lorraine's movements. The other party saw Lorraine's face clearly, and Lorraine also saw the other party clearly.

It was the leader of that day!

Lorraine glanced at him deeply, slowly stepped back and walked out of the smoke, and took a deep breath.

"Artis Chamber of Commerce, Lorraine Drake said hello to you, sir."

The leader kicked the wooden box in front of him, and walked out of the smoke zone with a grim smile and stood opposite Lorraine.

"Interesting trick... I said before that you don't know what you are alive, it seems that you are really right."

Lorraine nodded with a smile, but did not speak back.

The kick over the burning hay, and the black smoke became empty and filled half of the Zhongcang.

No one knew which wisp of mandala was mixed in. Lorraine breathed for a long time and felt that it was better to suck less.

The leader regarded his reaction as the arrogance of the young man.

"From your injury, your captain is cruel enough, but unfortunately he is not accurate enough."

The leader spoke, holding the knife flower, bent down and sank his shoulders, and posed for a fighting pose.
Chapter completed!