Cold light!

A little cold light suddenly appeared in front of Nelson's eyes, with a faint irrecognizable pink, shot straight from Sergeant Siks' throat to Nelson's eyes.

Nelson had no time to react.

Under the cold light, before his death, he did not feel fear or panic, nor could he experience the preciousness of life again, but just looked at the eyes of Sergeant Siks like a dead fish.

Sikes... dead?

His question was destined to be unanswered. Henna rushed out with a speed of lightning, stretched her slender legs straight, and kicked him hard in the waist before the cold light.

Nelson flew out without any defense, smashing the cabinet fixed to the bulkhead, and his eyes turned black.

The cold light shot into the hollow, and there was an inexplicable force pushing Siks' body in, and it fell to Henna like a mountain.

Henna carefully chose to avoid it, and her figure flashed to the side, and she steadily stuck between the hatch and Nelson.

"Manipulate dead bodies and learn people's words. I thought I could learn more useful things in you."

"Simple is effective." Zaini, a child-like thin person, walked into the cabin, took off the two iron hooks from his waist, and crossed them in front of his chest. "We are here for horses, but through torture, I seemed to ask some unexpected things, such as, your employer is actually British."

"But you didn't give up on assassination."

"Because we don't choose our opponents, we just need Mara."

Henna thought about it seriously and shook her head: "Lorraine said that Mara is important to us and I can't give it to you."

"The expected answer." Zaini sighed regretfully, "This time the burden is tied to you, Asassin, so... die."

Before he finished speaking, Zaini's figure suddenly started.

He ran in the cramped cabin, and divided the distance of more than one meter into three steps in two steps. He reached high speed in two steps. The raised iron hook suddenly appeared in front of Henna as if it was teleported.

Henna lowered her waist without hesitation.

Her legs remained motionless and her shoulders were open, and her waist showed amazing flexibility, twisting her body into an arch bridge just between breathing.

And she didn't plan to finish the movement at all.

Zaini's swing had not yet ended, and her waist was barely down to the point of avoiding the iron hook, and she fell down on her knees.

By kneeling, Henna's body stretched forward halfway, and her bent waist bounced back like a bottoming spring. Her open arms cut from left to right, slashing towards Zaini's neck and lower abdomen like a hug.

Lightning flash!

But Zaini's reaction was no slower than Henna.

With one blow, he swung his body straight with the action of swinging the hook, swung Henna's left knife with a hook, lifted her legs and used her shin to cover Henna's right arm.

After doing this, he still had a free hand, holding it high, just like eyes were growing on the back of his head. He swung his hand and let his iron hook fly out of the handle, dragging the slender chain, and shooting towards the dumb Nelson.

Henna withdrew her left-handed knife.

The action of withdrawing the knife is not for attack, but for understanding the fulcrum of Zaini's balance.

Losing the fulcrum, Zaini's body shook slightly. At this moment, Henna exerted force with her right arm and pushed Zaini out, causing the iron hook that was pulling the chain to completely lose its stable trajectory.

The iron hook flew obliquely to the bulkhead. The thin blade like a scimitar on the outside cut a long slash on the bulkhead. It fell to Nelson with a jingle, which made Nelson shudder.

monster……

After staying with Lorraine for a long time, Nelson found that he seemed to be able to understand the neutral word "monster" more and more clearly.

In the past, he always associated this word with characters in stories such as Fire Dragon, Griffin, Chicken Snake, Deep Sea Banshee, etc., but now the equivalent word is Lorraine, Henna, Leif, the Indian who can compete with Leif, and the middle-aged assassin with the child in front of him...

More realistic and more magical.

But these people deserve such praise.

Nelson saw with his own eyes that in the fierce and short fight just now, the middle-aged assassin and Henna had almost never moved their legs and feet.

There was no room for battle or movement in the cramped cabin, so they both drew a prison, and launched a dazzling round of offense and defense in this small inch by the cabin door. Moreover, this offense and defense were not aimed at killing the other party, and the targets of both sides were him.

One wants to assassinate him, the other wants to protect him...

Nelson suddenly felt a strange sense of honor.

Look, when a monster was about to kill him, God immediately sent another monster who did not believe in God to protect him...

But...why did the monster kill him?

Nelson cleared his throat, bared his teeth and rubbed his waist and eyes, stood up.

"Sorry, although it is somewhat inappropriate, in my understanding, you do not seem to be allies of the Spanish?"

Zaini glanced at Nelson coldly: "Yes, we are not allies, Mr. Colonel."

"Drake said that the Pirate Blackbeard attacked the Spanish Port Authority villa. Can I understand that we have a common enemy?"

"Not, Mr. Colonel." Zaini took back the thin chain of the iron hook and clicked and locked it tightly. "I told the little girl that we do not choose enemies, but only pursue what we need."

"What do you need?"

“Nothing to be told.”

Nelson was silent for a moment: "Wilvert, the arsonist, Liverpoolman, was full of blood and debt, enjoyed 575 pounds of red in the Admiralty, and ranked seventh among all pirates in the Caribbean."

Zaini raised the hook: "You want to say that you know us well, Mr. Colonel. You want to say that after this time you can leave us without a cone on the sea. Every navy says that, but you never do it."

Nelson waved his hand: "No, no, Mr. Pirates with superb skills. I want to say that in England, the navy and pirates are not always enemies. It is not a big problem to be overwhelmed by blood debt. After all, even the king can pardon Henry and Morgan."

"You want to reconcile?" Zaini narrowed his eyes in surprise, "At this time?"

"I know you've boarded the ship, but you don't have the advantage." Nelson pointed to Henna, and pointed out outside the cabin. "In this cabin, you can't seem to break through Ms. Jesla's defense, and on the main deck, the brave Indian was defeated by Mr. Ericson's men."

"Poor Sergeant Siks is a problem between us. He has followed me for a long time, and has been my guard captain since the Badger, very loyal and liked by me."

"But this time he caused Drake's displeasure. Before you board the ship, Drake even asked me to consider punishing him."

"Now he is dying for his country. After returning, I will write a report for him that demonstrates his courage, asking the Admiralty to consider his pension and compensation for his family according to the highest standards. Although it is inappropriate to say this before his body, his sacrifice maintained my friendship with Drake..."

"Enough!" Zaini forced his way out Nelson, "What do you want? Mr. Colonel."

"I want to cooperate." Nelson sighed unwillingly, "We are facing a problem. There is a problem floating on Lake Nicaragua, and you are very good and should be able to provide us with a considerable help."

“What can we get?”

"As Ms. Jezra said, Major Mara is important to us to solve this problem, and the glory of a gentleman does not allow me to hand over a true nobleman to the pirate. But you can at least contact him and ask him under our surveillance that if he has what you need, you can even take the things away as long as Drake does not object."

"This is my condition, and in my opinion, it is quite favorable." Nelson smiled, "So, Mr. Assassin, I look forward to your answer."

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