In the blink of an eye, it had been thirty minutes since Lorraine and Henna met.

There was still no sign of a carriage at the end of the road, and Henna did not emerge from the woods and met with Lorraine with bad news.

Lorraine looked at the dark clouds gathered in the sky, and she couldn't tell whether it was the unresolved situation that made him irritated or the stuffiness before the storm that made him feel restless.

Perhaps it is the latter.

Because he was far more than the one who showed irritability, he was right across the road, in another forest opposite Lorraine and the others. Just now, several big men with guns were cursing and stalking out, 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 home in the name of delivering operation funds.

With the help of Noah and Wang Ye, he appeared alone at Bach's bedside like a ghost, easily fainted the intelligence dealer's bedmate, and then left behind two hundred pounds of cash. While strengthening Bach's confidence, he naturally wanted to get the assassination plan.

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

Lorraine has always admired the underground world, and what she admired especially was the current situation.

Even if they make secret matters known 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 clues.

How great would it be if one day the Drake Chamber of Commerce could also form such an information closed loop...

Lorraine sighed with emotion.

He knew that that day would never come.

The sea boat is a place with huge mobility, and it is not easy to cultivate a group of loyal sailors who are devoted to it. Even if it is really cultivated like the Butterfly Flower at that time, as the Chamber of Commerce expands in size, he must place the sailors he trusts in more important positions.

The white world is not without true loyal righteous men, but their culture is destined to be just an alien and it is impossible for such people to appear on a large scale.

Loyalty must be rewarded, profit, status, reuse, and everything is good.

Regarding this, Lorraine has already started to do it in Lucie. The fifty people left on the Golden Deer were diluted to the Caribbean Score to serve important positions, while the remaining ten people were promoted to seafarers according to their respective strengths, in order to deal with the lack of positions transferred to Jackdaws.

At the right time, Jackdaws will also make a similar promotion, and the muskets behind Lorraine are the first to be affected.

Considering the characteristics of smuggling, Lorraine felt that it might be a good idea to have them serve as the backbone to expand the fleet.

But in this way, fewer and fewer people can be used to perform secret operations.

You can't have both...

Are you trying to find a way to recruit a group of sailors from the pan-Han and Tang cultural circles?

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

The question is, in the vast West, where can we find a group of yellow-skinned sailors? Even if we find it, how can we make them take their Viking barbarians for granted?

Standing at the bow of the boat facing the wind, leading them to recite "Watch the Sea"? Or go to the iceberg in Greenland to recite "Qinyuan Spring Snow"?

Or do you recite the two songs together?

Heading to Jieshi in the east, you can see the vast sea. Thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow?

Can they really understand such a high-end turtle-like aura?

And the frozen sea... isn't it the Arctic Ocean?

Is there a turtle in the Arctic Ocean?

Wouldn't that guy hibernate in a cold environment?

Unless God also creates a hot spring cave similar to Hebasi in Greenland, they can live and live.

But what do they eat?

In this way... How do those lizards and snails in Hebasi solve the food problem in normal times?

Crawl out from those small holes like honeycomb coal to hunt?

While waiting irritably, Lorraine's mind drifted farther and higher, and as she floated, Cron suddenly pulled him.

"Captain! Captain!"

Lorraine was stunned for a while, and suddenly came to her senses: "What's wrong?"

"There is gunshots in the distance!" Cron was excited and speechless, "And, Jesla is here!"

After much clamor, Henna appeared in front of Lorraine with gunfire from afar.

She gasped quickly, her skin showed a charming flush due to the long-distance high-speed running. Her close-fitting combat suit was covered in sweat, and she could hardly stand for a while.

Lorraine quickly came up and supported her: "Hena, how about it?"

"The carriage is here, and there is still a corner distance... A dozen guards tried to catch up, but were intercepted by the ambush assassin, causing heavy losses." Hena swallowed with difficulty, "I want to take a rest, the rest, it's up to you..."

...

Earl Galves curled up in the corner of the carriage in horror, covered in collision marks.

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

Thanks to the bad road conditions here, which seemed to have been cursed by God, the carriage was very bumpy and very bumpy. The time for four wheels to touch the ground at the same time was almost gone, and there was a risk of overturning anytime and anywhere.

All the count can do is pray.

But maybe the carriage was running too fast, or maybe the location was too far away, and God seemed to have not heard his prayers at all.

He was assassinated, assassinated.

There were countless gunmen hidden in the woods. He only saw the first shot. The shot missed, shocked the war horses, and scared away his groom who was as loyal as mine.

The guards who were highly anticipated by him used their skillful equestrian room to make way for no reason. No one tried to control the shocked horse, and no one tried to save their master!

This is a conspiracy!

The carriage flew up again, then landed heavily, and replaced by the count, and hit the hard top of the cabin, falling down, and thrust into the opposite seat with a thud of kowtow.

The Count was smashed to the point of seeing stars, and suddenly lost his perception of the surroundings and entered a chaotic world.

A magical thing, his thoughts opened up.

It must have been a conspiracy, someone bribed his groom and his escort.

Most people were bribed and participated in the assassination in an in-appropriate manner.

Is the person who bought them water?

During the war, all the guards canceled their vacations, and his grooms were slaves brought from Europe, serving his family for two generations...

Who can complete the bribery of these people in front of him without knowing it?

Only the Duke of Richelieu and the Earl of Flanders!

Those French nobles who were full of hearts finally took action against him!

The count rubbed his head and took a deep breath.

These despicable nobles certainly failed to buy everyone, otherwise they could have the guard or the groom attacked, and their success rate would be greatly improved.

There are still noble knights who are loyal to him.

Because during the racing process, the count heard the sound of horse hooves, anxious shouts, and gunshots like thunder and mountain collapse!

Fighting was taking place behind him, and the guards who were loyal to him fell into a trap, fell into an ambush, and were fighting hard.

There are no guards around him...

He has lost his guard, what is waiting for him?

A car overturned? More assassins? Shooting? Or torture before shooting?

It seems dead.

A deep sense of despair enveloped the Count, and in despair he heard the howl of Cerberus.

Bang!

After a sudden gunshot, the galloping horses neighed, turning the earth!

He finally overturned, and not because of the bumpy road, but because someone shot his horse to death.

He fell heavily, and the solid carriage dragged the horse's corpse and rolled on the loess road, and the luxurious gold and silver decorations splashed everywhere.

He curled up in the small carriage and rolled around like a ball, not knowing the injury or pain, but just hugging his head, protecting his body, and struggling to survive.

After a long time, or maybe only for a while, the rolling stopped. He leaned tremblingly in the lying carriage, trying to stand up.

The heart-wrenching pain came from the hip bone, which touched the back, shoulders, shin and forehead. Warm blood flowed out from the rupture of the corners of the eyebrows, flowing all over the head and face, and spilling all over the body.

But he was surprised to find that he was still alive, and judging from the way the pain was transmitted, he lived well and did not have too serious injuries.

Is God finally here to bless me?

The count's eyes were filled with tears. He endured the pain and wiped his blood and tears. He stood up and pushed open the car door above his head regardless.

"Bang!"

Another sudden gunfire sound, and the lead bullet hit the car door, making a big hole in the door.

More intense gunfire sounded, bang bang bang bang bang bang, and the thick roof of the cabin was concentrated one after another.

The Count was so scared that he curled up again, holding his head, trembling, and listening helplessly to the crazy shouting outside the car.
To be continued...