Reborn As a Pirate

　　 Henna fixed the sling to the chimney of the fireplace and stepped on the wall to land gently.

　　 There is a row of shutters on the upper part of the warehouse, with six on each side, corresponding to the suspended buildings in the warehouse.

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

　　 Henna listened quietly against the shutters, and quickly confirmed the breathing sounds of three of them on one side.

　　 She took out a wooden clip from her pocket to clamp her nose, and then took out the fire fold and some damp tobacco from the other pocket.

　　The ignited tobacco quickly wafted out thick white smoke. Henna held her breath for a while and then stuffed them into the gaps of the louvers.

　　 The sling, tobacco, and this old wind-proof fire fold were all bought from the old Hansa together with the wound medicine.

　　As a tavern owner and human trafficker in Black Harbor, 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 mandala juice from India, the smoke has a strong hallucinogenic effect, and unlike poppies, which is too addictive, it is deeply black. The favorite of three teachings and nine streams.

　　 Assassin also likes mandala. From a long time ago, they have used this odorless special hallucinogen as a smoke, breaking into the house without any disadvantage.

　　 Henna finished working on one side, and returned to the top of the warehouse barefoot, going around to the other side and repeating the same trick.

　　 When both sides were busy, she turned around again, 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 rotted in the corners, and there was no one to clean it for a long time.

　　 She didn't hear it, bypassing the messy tables and stools, and crossing a few baskets full of dirty clothes, lying on the door and listening quietly.

　　 The aisle is very quiet, and the breathing in the dormitories on both sides is a lot heavier.

　　 She opened the door gently and glanced downstairs from the crack of the door.

There are more than a dozen sealed wooden boxes piled in the corner of the warehouse. No one is seen in the aisles of the hanging buildings on both sides, and no one is underneath. Both the door leading to the front warehouse and the small door leading to the rear warehouse are tightly closed. Reality.

　　 Henna walked out of the room lightly, drew the knife from her thigh, took a knife, and pried open one of the bedrooms.

　　The beater's bedroom is more messy than the utility room, Henna walked straight to the bed, glanced at the blushing strong man lying on the bed, and waved his knife.

　　 A sharp knife cuts through the inner neck, severing the trachea, blood vessels, esophagus, and vocal cords, and then immediately pulled out.

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

one two three four five six…

　　 Hanging buildings on both sides, Hina took graceful catwalks, slowly harvested six lives, then wiped off the knife, took off the wooden clip on the nose, and locked the small door to the back warehouse.

　　 After confirming that there were no omissions, she opened the door to the front warehouse.

　　 Squeak!

　　 The door opens.

　　 The wet Lorraine panted, lowered his head, and when he saw Henna opening the door, he smiled heartily.

　　 "How many?"

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

　　 "Whether it is a penetrating injury, there will be some traces left when you move, don't make a fuss." Lorraine helped the door to pass Hina through, "How about a lively mouth?"

　　 "There is no living mouth."

　　 Lorraine was taken aback: "You didn't keep alive?"

　　 "Why stay alive?" Henna asked with confidence.

　　...

　　Why stay alive...

　　 In the two positions in the front and the middle, there are eight out of ten thugs. In theory, there should be two thugs remaining in the back position with Barry.

　　 This is the state without visitors tonight.

　　 Before entering the arena, Lorraine and Hina stepped on it. The known information is that there are two guards at the rear door of the warehouse, and there are two horse-drawn carriages parked at the door.

　　How many horse-drawn carriages does Old Barry have?

　　Is the old Barry's last hitman standing at the door?

　　 cannot be determined.

　　 Lorraine stood behind the small door of Zhongcang for a long time, gently pulled off the locking pin, and went to the suspended building with Hina and hid in the utility room.

　　 Hina hung the top of the warehouse again at the request of Lorraine. About half an hour later, he brought new news.

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

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

　　 Lorraine concentrated in thought.

　　 "Henna, how many smokers do you still have?"

　　 "Six volumes."

　　 "How much does it make you hallucinate?"

　　 "If it only affects the action, it doesn't need much." Henna slammed open the door and glanced at the closed door. "If you want to faint, you need a little more time."

　　 "If this is the case..." Lorraine stretched a lazy waist, enduring the pain, "I need you to go to the back warehouse to discourage Mr. Barry from leaving his property."

　　 Farewell to Henna, Lorraine began to work.

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

　　 He picked out four of the boxes, took out the goods, threw them in cigarettes, and placed them in a circle around the small door.

　　 After placing the box, he leaned over to the side of the small door, stuck to the wall, and clamped his nose like Henna, holding his breath and igniting the hay.

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

　　 Lorraine got up after hearing it. Some people shouted about the fire, while others shouted vague names.

　　The messy shouts were getting closer, someone kicked the door open, throwing a big bucket of water in with his hand.

　　 Splashing water indiscriminately does not extinguish the fire, but only makes the black smoke thicker.

　　 Someone cursed a few words outside, and then five or six big men carried the bucket, squeezed into the middle warehouse with the basin, and stared at the burning wooden boxes in a daze.

"this…"

　　 A bit of cold light in the black smoke, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com pierced a big man's heart, then pulled it out, flipping his hands and piercing another big man's neck.

　　 The wooden basin and barrel clashed to the ground, and the two big men fell softly, Lorraine abandoned the sword, drew out the scimitar on the big man's waist, snorted and smashed the two.

　　'S excessively violent movement caused his wound to crack, and the blood squeezed out of the bandage and dyed his shirt red.

　　 But Lorraine killed four people instantly.

　　 He turned the scimitar and slashed at the fifth person, but he didn't want the other party to be prepared, so he blocked Lorraine's knife with a sound.

　　 "Boy, it was you!"

　　 The smoke collected by the hedgehog near the small door was dissipated by Lorraine's movements. The opponent saw Lorraine's face, and Lorraine also saw the opponent clearly.

　　 is the leader of that day!

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

　　 "Attis Chamber of Commerce, Lorraine Drake greets you, sir."

　　 The leader kicked over the wooden box in front of him, grinned and took another survivor out of the smoking area and stood opposite Lorraine.

　　 "Interesting little trick... I said that you live and die, it seems that it is true."

　　 Lorraine smiled and nodded, but did not turn back.

　　 That kick flipped over the burning dry grass, and the black smoke became nonexistent, filling half of the middle warehouse.

　　 No one knows where the poisonous smoke from the mandala was mixed in. Lorraine breathed a long time, and felt that it was better to breathe less.

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

　　 "From your injury, your captain's heart is cruel enough, but it's a pity that the stabbing is not accurate enough."

　　 The leader was talking, holding a sword in his arms, bending over and sinking his shoulders, and assumed a fighting posture.

　　 "Why die for such a captain? To be alive... isn't it good?"