Reborn As a Pirate

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Wesley Street is a street from top to bottom.

One end of the street is connected to the northern center of the old district surrounded by three mountains and full of rich people, and the other end is connected to the vibrant and low-altitude industrial southern district of the new district.

Wesley Street, paved with flagstones, connects the two, from high to low, as if descending from heaven to earth.

The street is bustling.

Going down the steps, there are three- or four-story exquisite small buildings on both sides of the street. There are huge gaps between the rooms, and flower beds along the buildings are placed to beautify the cobweb-like alleys.

The structures of the houses are mostly similar.

Open a store on the first floor and live in the upper floors. Although it is impossible to accommodate many people, considering the need for accommodation, the necessary guest rooms cannot be sloppy.

The type of shop is also very boring, many restaurants, many cafes, occasionally hotels and seasonal fruits and vegetables are sandwiched in the middle, and occasionally there are flower shops and bookstores full of soul.

They only serve the wealthy people in the North District.

For those who are born without knowing what money is, art, music, aesthetics, and space are all daily pursuits that must be considered, and only practicality can come second. After all, the distinction between expensive and cheap is external, and their pursuit should also be external.

The needs of customers create a monster-like street, the closer to the North District, the emptier it is, and the entrance of each store is filled with flower beds and parasols.

A good four-car avenue is squeezed into a two-car alley. Horse-drawn carriages are reluctant to pass Wesley Street. When walking on the narrow alley, the coachman will always be unable to restrain the horrible illusion of being claimed.

At exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, Seager knocked on the door of the tavern at the entrance to Wesley Upper Street, three light and one heavy, unhurried.

She was quickly welcomed into the room, and stood in front of a bald man with a small bag.

Lieutenant Colonel! The bald man's expression was very respectful and surprised, I remember the major said that you have an appointment today, it seems...it's two o'clock?

yes.

Then why did you come here...

Because this is where I'm supposed to be. Seeger went into the house on his own, put down his bag, and sat on a round stool at the bar. Dating is a battle between men and women, Borg. Especially when the date doesn't know how to be punctual. No matter how late he is, I will be fifteen minutes later.

Little Mr. Drake is actually late? Borg suddenly realized, Lieutenant Colonel, do you come to me to be hypocritical because you missed something?

Sig was silent.

She looked at Borg's simple and honest face in doubt, and tried her best to explain it in an easy-to-understand manner.

But is there really such an explanation in the world? Sig was skeptical.

She sighed helplessly: Borg, how many years have we worked for the Royal Secret Service?

It's been seven years since the last intelligence station was cracked!

Seven years...you are now a lieutenant too.

Thanks to your trust, I was promoted to lieutenant when I took over the tavern last year, and my younger brother also went to a missionary school. The parents are very happy in the letter!

It has nothing to do with my trust. Sig smiled and waved his hands, Lian said that you were a bartender in your hometown, and you are very suitable for this position. But until he brought you to me, I always thought your name was Hawker.

Eh?

I'm the officer, it's already hard enough to remember your faces, especially when you come here to make fancy dresses from time to time, the lead powder you put on is more expensive than information.

Borg lowered his head shyly.

He only went to Evelyn's routine meeting with a natural atmosphere once. In order to achieve Major Lane's confession of disguising himself thoroughly, he used public funds to dress himself up as a French gentleman.

It was the most expensive attire in his life, so he remembered it very clearly, powder was not the most expensive expense at all, and he still sincerely enshrined that golden wig.

Lieutenant Colonel... is actually very hard, right?

Borg was both moved and ashamed: Lieutenant Colonel, I'm sorry.

Don't apologize,

Borg. Seeger jumped off the chair, tiptoed and patted Borg on the shoulder, You're so honest, you might die someday if you do this job. That's why you have to laugh more, don't force yourself to guess things you don't understand, it's very tiring...

...

Recently, there is a new term called democratic republic, which seems to respect people's freedom, but actually puts shackles on freedom, that is, successful democracy is success.

Human nature is to pursue profit, pursue wealth, pursue rights, and pursue security. Profitability is the major premise of everything. Putting aside interests, everything is nonsense.

Because of this, the republic is great. It puts on a holy cloak for selfishness. Anyone can talk about their desires arrogantly, and advocate the greatness of sacrifice while pursuing profit.

The only question is, who will sacrifice?

In the room on the third floor of Lucas Winery, Harry looked out of the street and said to Ryan calmly.

The room they were in had a perfect view, for they were standing on the line between Upper Wesley Street and Lower Wesley Street.

The boundary is the last cross alley from top to bottom of the whole street, where houses are separated by a distance of more than four meters, stretching straight, the upper street side is decorated with clean white fences, and the lower street side is full of Some dirty garbage.

Ryan shook the bottle and burped comfortably: Is it an illusion? In the past two years, you have become more and more fond of guessing the lieutenant colonel's mind.

Because nonsense also needs to be reasonable. Harry said coldly, Using a quarter of the staff and expressly prohibiting any form of communication outside, although it can be interpreted as a major intelligence transmission exercise, I still need to convince myself.

Ryan laughed out loud.

Is that right? We've always been partners, but the lieutenant colonel actually thinks that Drake Jr. will find a way to dig us out of the ground.

On this point, I support the lieutenant colonel's judgment.

Ryan's hand froze in mid-air: What? There is still something hidden about this operation?

The lieutenant colonel is going to hide the whereabouts of the three pirates, isn't he? Harry looked back at Ryan, Don't think too much about some people, at Le François's dock, the little Drake was the first to dismantle Coastal defense forts, and then sent a boat to pick us up.

The bloody night of Lefrancois is the second most intense memory in Ryan's life. The most intense is the confrontation with Pierce in the water tank of Haight Shipyard, but this is not important, because no matter which time it is, he firmly believes that he is dead up.

You want to say that Drake Jr. would sell us without hesitation if there was a risk?

This is for certain. Just like the lieutenant colonel is unwilling to be contaminated with the conflict between Drake Jr. and the pirates, Drake Jr. is also unwilling to take risks for England. But the root of today's confrontation is not here.

Not here?

They are vying for dominance. Harry said, The dominance is in our hands now, we are in the dark, and little Drake is in the light. We will tell him that there is no risk in the auction, no matter whether the information is true or not, He won't even believe it.

He needs someone to be in the same boat, and we need to share the risk of sinking the ship, which requires controlling most of us. In this way, we have to do our best to collect intelligence, dig out all possible crises, and assist him in making complete preparations. Because we believed that if he was caught, we would be exposed in the sun.

A lieutenant colonel is bad enough, and we have to deal with another bastard during this time? Ryan waved the bottle depressedly, and accidentally lifted the curtain in front of him.

The hearts of the two suddenly lifted, the communication stopped in an instant, and the time waiting for the curtain to fall was so long.

That redheaded woman is hot!

Wearing men's clothing, could it be that master's secretary?

Evil rich pig, it must be very comfortable to lie on her!

One latte, two puffs! Hahahahahahahaha!

A group of dirty children ran noisily under the window, which caught Harry's eyes, and he saw Katerina holding Lorraine's arm across the street, from the lower street to the upper street.

The fluttering of the curtains has roughly subsided...

Harry took a breath, followed Lorraine's footsteps and examined everyone on the street.

There is no suspicious person... If he wants to dig us out, he should have laid a lot of people on the street...

Maybe they're all concentrated in flower shops?

Ryan wobbled to Harry's side, opened the awning, and looked into the distance.

Speaking of which, this observation position is really perfect. Not only can it control most of the street, but it can also use the poor ghosts in the southern district as a cover. Can little Drake think of it? Our people didn't hide at all, they just swayed around like that In the crowd.

Don't underestimate your opponent...

Harry was talking when there was a sudden knock on the closed door: Major, the report has been delivered.

Ryan opened the door with a few strides and reached out to take a scribbled wine list.

[Two people attending the meeting. Lorraine Drake, male, dress, high hat, long umbrella, no weapons; Katerina Dipo, female, red hair, men's clothing, short hat, wearing a long sword. There is no abnormality within 30 meters, and there is no doubt that there are no guards. 】

He shook his hands and handed the wine list to Harry: Very good information, the description is clear and concise, although we have all seen it.

It's impossible for us to see it every time. Harry quickly copied the information into a piece of pure white letter paper, folded it away, got up and took off his windbreaker and top hat, I'll run, you continue to stare at the street.

Ryan raised the bottle: Do you know where to find the lieutenant colonel?

In front of the fountain in the Municipal Gardens before two o'clock, and at Borg's tavern after two o'clock. Harry put his head on his hat, It's two sixteen, probably... Borg is wondering why the lieutenant colonel went to him That.

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