The small door in front of me is the backstage passage of the stage, which is 2.3 meters high and 1.5 meters wide. The surface is wrapped with thick copper skin, and there is also sound-insulated black velvet on the outside of the copper skin.

In terms of appearance, it barely meets the standard of gorgeousness and sturdity.

However, when the Morgan Chamber of Commerce was building the backstage, it was obviously not considered the issue of evacuation. The door was too small, and there was a porch corridor four or five meters long in front of the door, and behind Lorraine was not three people, nine people, nor 17 people, and 17 people added to Lao Dukov and his party, but a total of 17 people.

Rooms 1 to 10, Rooms 30, Rooms 24 and 29 with careful eyes, and more than 60% of the backstage staff members of the Morgan Chamber of Commerce are here, including the real consignor of the Furious, who was completely unaware of their identities, the Deputy Chief of Staff of the French Strait Fleet, and Lieutenant General Louis de Reyrano.

The crowd of people on a large scale is always accompanied by disorder and noise. This noisy should have been foolish, but perhaps it is because there are too many noble people who pretend to be low-key and noble. This wild horse that should have been broken was actually tied up, and everyone followed Lorraine, cursing behind him.

Lorraine doesn't like this.

He ran to the backstage, and the crowd rushed to the backstage. He stopped in front of the door, and the crowd squeezed in front of the door.

There seemed to be a high wall beside him, and fear would never go beyond the line, nor would he want to stay away from it.

The strange faces squeezed upwards with ferocious grim pressure, fighting for the golden throne behind Lorraine. Those who really should follow him suffered, especially the delicate girls, Carmen, Sharon, Miss Solomon, and the young mistress of Old Dukov.

"Miss Solomon!" Cron pushed away the humans beside him and supported a limited small space between him and the wall. "Don't leave me too far, never leave me too far!"

Lef's condition was not much different from that of Kron. He was responsible for protecting Sharon, but with his strength, as long as he was in the crowd, he could divide the water and break the waves like a reef.

Old Dukov also had the ability to divide the water and break the waves. Seven bodyguards and his strong nephew formed a circle and squeezed out the spaciousness among the crowd. Hamilton blushed and squeezed over, shouted twice, and finally got a moment of breath.

The rest of the people could not be so lucky. The formation behind Lorraine had long been squeezed out, and everyone was scattered in the crowd. Even Henna seemed to have to try her best to follow Carmen.

An unknown man with a particularly energetic probably saw this pair of unprotected delicate women. In order to get closer to Lorraine, the leader of the team, he pushed the crowd away and stretched out his hand to Carmen.

Then……

"ah!!!!!!!"

The shocking scream finally alarmed Lorraine. He frowned and turned around and saw a man struggling in the middle of the team, with a bright and sharp red velvet flying knife inserted in the middle of his palm.

The crowd subconsciously opened the open space and naturally separated the three parties, and the injured man was furious.

"You know what you are doing to the noble white people, a lowly slave!" He covered his hands and his eyes were red, "Kneel down! Kneel down! I want to cut you into pieces, I want you to regret being born in this..."

Bang!

A big hand pressed his head from the middle of the crowd and followed his arms. The crowd split on both sides like a red sea.

Lorraine stood in the middle with a blank expression and looked at the man: "Your name."

"Areso Zonico..." The man swallowed, "I am the nephew of Count Amsterdamda Ferren, this lowly slave..."

boom!

Lorraine suddenly shook her arms, and the particularly energetic Mr. Zonico flew over the sky, full of anger, pain, confusion and doubt, and hit the only exit in the backstage.

Until this time, Lorraine actually didn't know much about what happened just now.

"Hena, that's just now?"

"He seemed to want to attack Xavier, because he lacked murderous aura, so I chose a more conservative approach."

"Conservative?!" The young man in spirit bounced up from the door, "You lowly..."

Duh! Duh!

Two streams of light, umbrella sword and flying knife escaped from the crowd, one poking on the door left and the other right, and the sharp blade almost hit Mr. Zonico's face.

Lorraine smiled grimly and led Carmen and Henna out of the crowd, all the way to Zonico, who was stunned.

"I heard that you tried to attack my female companion, and I also heard that you insult my female companion repeatedly. Who are you?"

"Zonico, Yareso Zonico, I am the nephew of Count Amsterdam da Ferren, chairman of Zonico Chamber of Commerce..."

"It turns out to be the nephew of Count Ferren." Lorraine suddenly realized, "Do you have a token of proving your identity?"

"My stamp, and..."

Lorraine broke his fingers and held his hand, slowly pulled out the ring-shaped seal.

Zonico screamed at the top of his lungs, alarming the four strong men in the crowd, drawing their swords and guns to rush towards Lorraine.

The commotion lasted only for a moment. After a while, Lef stuffed the heads of the two people passing by into the wall. Adere came out of the crowd and held guns on both sides and held the foreheads of the other two people.

Lorraine kept taking the stamp carefully and not even raising her head.

When the stamp was finally taken off, Zonico was already limp on the ground. Lorraine stood up with his neck, opened the door, threw it out, closed the door, and completed it in one go.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The rifle sounded from outside the door, and the gunshot sounded, and Adere used the buttstock to hammer the bridge of the two hostages' noses.

The two of them followed Zonico and were thrown out the door together, causing three gunshots again.

Then there are two embedded in the wall, and the corresponding gunshots are five.

Lorraine stood by the door and listened for a long time, turned her head and looked at Henna: "6 dots?"

Henna shook her head: "There was a sound of footsteps, it should be a change in the shooting point."

"So there are 5 points, one of which is suspected to be a hunter?"

Henna nodded reluctantly.

Things began to get into trouble. The pirates who invaded the main venue would catch up at any time, but the exit of the backstage was locked firmly by a rifle.

It is not advisable to break through with the width of the exit gate, using objects as shields or using people as shields; it is impossible to protect all nearly 200 people from breaking through.

There is also a wall breaking out...

Although the main venue of Shelter Villa is made of pure wooden walls and is not as hard as the oak hull, Lef just pressed a person's head into the wall, which proves that the exterior wall of the building is very thick and has complex hollows.

Lorraine does not have the heavy weapons to use at hand, and it is a dream to open a new channel with her bare hands in a short period of time.

But are there any other exports?

In the sight of the crowd who dared not leave, Lorraine thought, and suddenly felt Henna hold his hand.

"Hena?"

Henna's eyes drifted upwards, reflecting the skylight, looking like a gem.

Skylight?

Lorraine suddenly realized.

The hidden exit was found!

Although there are no extra doors and windows installed in the backstage of the Shelter Villa based on the consideration of beam closing sound and light, there are still passages, which is the freshly baked bullet hole located high on the dome.

The bullet hole is more than 7 meters above the ground, with beams and columns as dense as spider webs in the middle. This structure is of course difficult to reach for ordinary people, but for Assassin, who is of Henna, it is not more difficult than turning out a floor-to-ceiling window.

The breakthrough plan quickly took shape in Lorraine's mind. Lorraine thought about the details and raised her head and grinned.

"Gentlemen, ladies, we met in this unexpected crisis, and because of the tension, I seemed to have forgotten to introduce myself."

"I am Lorraine Drake, Drake of Miami, and the Pirates of the Caribbean with two roses. People from the New World generally call me the White Banner, the cruel tyrant, and the White Banner Pirates."

A burst of exclamation arose in the crowd.

As a world-class underground auction, although Morgan never directly chooses distinguished guests, as a political power's money bag, everyone attending the conference is a wealthy man who stands out from the world.

Most of them have heard of the pirate empire in the Caribbean. Even though they are not as clear as those of the local maritime merchants in the New World, the word Pirate King still makes them feel the weight.

What's more, Lorraine just proved her cruelty not long ago with the life of a young man who claimed to be the nephew of an earl.

Someone started to run away, about a dozen people, until they ran to the other side of the backstage, until there were faint gunshots and screams, and no one tried to keep them.

Lorraine swept over the surplus with appreciation and said gently: "I didn't expect so many gamblers to stay. It seems that you finally chose to believe me, or simply want to gamble this with your own lives."

"So I'm willing to add an information to you. I'm a privateer, and that's why I can join the pirate empire. I've declared a pirate for eight years. My fleet and I have never robbed a legal businessman. I'm a pirate who robbed pirates. Before being called White Banner, my name was Pirate Hunter, Pirate King Pirate Hunter."

Lorraine spread her arms and showed herself in front of the crowd.

"So, gentlemen, ladies, I am the only pirate of justice in this world, and the great England can testify for me, the prosperous France can testify for me, the glorious Spain can testify for me, and the free America can testify for me."

"I will take you out, this is my most solemn promise. But I must also regretfully tell you that it is impossible for all those who can leave this guild alive. In order to ensure more dignity is the right to live, I need you to sacrifice."

Another round of exclamation.

Lorraine's voice was plain and straightforward, but her words were filled with the smell of blood. People's emotions were rising and falling under his motivation, touching hope with his hands and despair with his feet, and then he heard sacrifice.

Everyone looked at him, and most of them couldn't help but act as defensive. As long as they didn't agree, they were ready to run away immediately.

Lorraine lets such feelings ferment until it reaches the level he thinks is sufficient before she can speak again.

"Those who want to be protected need to sacrifice. You must hand over the suicide squad, and each protected person surrenders two, one to protect you and the other to protect me."

The crowd exploded!

A handsome and strong man pulled out his sword with a clang: "You think you are..."

boom!

He didn't finish his words at all. Lorraine approached him like a flash. She raised her hand and grabbed his neck, held him high, forced him to abandon the sword, and used both hands to save himself by purging Lorraine's tiger mouth.

"Introduce yourself," Lorraine said.

"Joe... George Dandy, I am... Baron Barryman's escort..."

Click!

The handsome and strong body fell to the ground, the crowd was deprived of the right to exclaim, and no one dared to question Lorraine's atrocities anymore.

Lorraine's eyes swept over them.

"There is only one reason you stand here, that is, you think I can bring you vitality."

"However, vitality has its shelf life just like fresh fish. For the sake of all of us, please tell me your choice immediately."

"Now, choose..."

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