Reborn As a Pirate

Handsome, let's play!

The original German girl, who grew up in a monastery, only needs one octagonal gold coin tonight! Is there any gentleman willing to miss it?

Indians! As many as you want! As many as you want!  …

Streets full of obscene language, stone bricks with sewage flowing, this is New Orleans, the most egalitarian town in the New World today.

On July 28, the Jackdaw entered the post-voyage rest for the second time. Henna was sitting alone by the window of a cafe with a veil on her face. Her emerald eyes flickered as she glanced at the dark alley not far away from time to time. At the end, there is an underground tavern called Daydream of Barambas.

This statement is actually not accurate.

The so-called underground tavern, as the name suggests, is a tavern living in the basement, just like the old Bart's old tavern, which was built in the basement of the [Gudalille-French style] clothing store.

From the ground, people can't see their appearance, hear their voice, or smell their smell. The dark alley in Hana's eyes is just the connection of the back door of this tavern, and its front door is facing the street, connected to a blacksmith shop. Shared frontage.

After drinking the second cup of tea, Hana saw a sailor in dirty clothes running into the cafe drunk, before the waiter came up to chase him away, he suddenly returned to normal, threw a penny in the air, and trotted to Hana's side .

Ms. Yesra, I found out.

Haina propped her chin lazily, still looking at the crowd outside the window: What did Desai say?

The gunner took us to sit there for four hours, and we finally got to Mr. Helmsman. He entered a booth almost an hour apart from a few strangers. VIP's place.

VIP? Henna frowned. Judea should be in New Orleans for the second time. Even if she has a special liking for that tavern, there is no reason for her to be treated as a VIP.

That's what the gunnery commander said! And we have been guarding the vicinity to make sure that the strangers stuck in the front seat did not leave. When Mr. Helmsman entered, they were still inside.

Sneaky... Hana sighed, How many of you came out?

Two, the gunnery commander still keeps two by his side, enough for the job.

Have you seen the faces of those strangers clearly?

See clearly!

Haina nodded: Let those who are waiting outside go to Qianjie to find Wang Ye, and tell him that no matter who comes out, leave them behind. You go back and change into decent clothes, tell Noah to take Lorraine to the old tavern, and then come to accompany I drink tea.

Yes! Sailor quickly ran out the door.

Hai Na raised her head with dazed eyes, and called the waiter for a third cup of tea. When the tea arrived, she began to add milk slowly.

Bell Judea, Lorraine actually trusts you...

Half an hour later, it was night.

Bell came out of the tavern with a tired expression, walked along the night alley, and untied his belt at the base of the wall.

Why on earth do I have to work so hard?

Relaxing the pressure on his bladder, Bell asked himself.

Today's meeting seemed completely unnecessary to him, but Chris Emmons...

The gambler!

Bell shuddered violently.

There are actually quite a few old brothers on the Vagabond who stayed by Shaq's side. There are various positions, and there are fifty or sixty people in one group, all of whom have grown into the backbone of Shaq's confidantes.

Bell has a very good relationship with most of them, but there is only one character that is inconsistent, and that is Chris Emmons.

Speaking of which, the two have known each other for a long time. When Bell boarded the Wanderer, Emmons was already Shaq's second-in-command officer, and his position and military rank were much higher than Bell's. Shaq's respect for Emmons The degree of trust is also far above Bell.

In all fairness, Emmons is indeed a trustworthy and good consultant, thoughtful and tireless.

As long as there is enough time, this person will always make a bunch of alternatives, even if he knows which one is the best choice, he will arrange all the materials and plans, and wait for Shaq to choose the best one.

This habit makes the person very fragile.

Bell hates minutiae, and even more hates unnecessary labor. Emmons has both, so Bell hates him.

Just like this time, when the Jackdaw returned to Hong Kong safely yesterday, Bell just came to report the itinerary, and by the way wanted to know who his long-term contact person was.

As a result, Emmons showed up and insisted that Bell come again today, and he sat there for three hours...

Does the quasi-earl of Judea look idle?

So free to listen to him like a fool when he arranged four sets of plans to assassinate Lorraine, and then keep it in mind, waiting for Shaq's never-to-be-issued order?

That gambler... doesn't he really know that Shaq is a sick brother-in-law?

Neuropathy!

What a long pee...

Anyone who drank beer for three hours and was not allowed to leave the table to release water would probably have such a long piss...

If this meeting was extended for another half an hour, Bell would even suspect that the meeting itself would be an assassination attempt on him!

Emmons might be trying to blow him up!

So, why on earth do I have to work so hard?

You can ask Lorraine this question, and he will tell you.

It has a nice, slightly gritty sound and is very recognizable. Once you hear it once, you will never forget it.

Bell's heart tightened: Hina... Yesra?

Anything to say?

Yes! Bell quickly said, Lorraine won't like me dying by your hands!

I know.

If you kill me, Lorraine will find out sooner or later!

I know.

If he finds out, he will definitely alienate you!

I know.

Bell was about to cry: It's all like this, you still want to do it?

Hana's voice paused for a moment: Is there anything else you want to say?

At least... let me put my pants on...

No, I won't read it.

Boom!

...

When he woke up, Bell found himself lying in a bright secret room full of wind lamps. The pants were already on, but they felt a little damp and there was a faint smell of urine.

There were five people lying around him in a mess, four of them were stormtroopers protecting Emmons, and the last one... really was Emmons.

I was taken over by a pot...

As if heartbroken, Bell raised his leg and kicked Emmons' ass.

The heavy boots were firmly printed on Emmons' pants, and Emmons trembled, opening his eyes expressionlessly.

You're exposed, idiot. Those were the first words he said when he woke up.

Although Bell also thought so in his heart, but when Emmons said so, he felt that he could not show weakness anyway.

It's you who exposed it, you gambler!

Emmons sat up and took the time to arrange his clothes while looking at the environment of the room.

Simple wooden doors, no windows, no sound from outside the walls, and no wind or light in places like gaps. It seems that we are underground, an independent single room, or part of a secret room.

It may also be the tomb. Lorraine buried us alive. Bell said forcefully.

Impossible, because of the water level, the land in New Orleans will seep, and all the burial chambers are built on the ground.

He may have dug a new one.

Without time, reasoning does not hold.

He has money, but you don't understand the power of money, because you never have money in your hands. New 81 Chinese website updates the fastest Mobile terminal: https:/

It's good that I can't save money, but because of this, I understand the power of money better than you. Emmons stood up and stretched his hands and feet, And I have been buried alive. Experience tells me that the person who buryes will Bind my hands and feet before I find a way out.

Before the words were finished, the simple wooden door was kicked open.

Lorraine stood at the door with a strange expression, and said to the sailors behind him: I said earlier that my boy is a genius. Even if he is locked in a closed place, he will not say a word we want to hear...