Reborn As a Pirate

Leif leaped down four meters, held up his shield and slammed it heavily on the soft grass.

The noise of the battlefield came immediately.

Leif stayed for a while, lowered his head and got into the pillar of the villa, narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the unexpected battlefield.

This is an invasion.

The fallen torches set off sparse and thick gunpowder smoke on the grass, and the gunpowder smoke was full of guards in various dead shapes.

Chopped in half, decapitated, shot in the body several times, stabbed all over the body...

They maintained the appearance of fighting or fleeing, their empty eyes staring at the sky, without sound or reflection.

There are more than a dozen strong men carrying short guns and long knives, and they are gathering towards the gate of the villa stepping on a pool of blood.

They were led by the short-lived neighbor in the new Cadiz hotel, the bear-like bearded man.

He was carrying a huge guillotine with a square body and a bright black blade on his shoulder.

The guillotine has an inverted triangular cross-section, and the handle and blade are 1.56 meters long. The edge of the blade has huge rows of serrated teeth in a rough way, just like the fangs of some kind of creature.

Moreover, it is so thick that it is meaningless, the back of the blade is close to the thickness of two fingers, even Leff who loves heavy weapons can't figure out what the value of such casting is.

The bearded man swung the guillotine, carrying the wind and thunder, and slashed at the gate of the villa, sending the whole gate flying with a bang.

Panicked screams came from the room, probably the response of a guard guarding the door being hit by the flying door.

Leif was excited.

The strength and skill shown by the bearded chop are no less than that of an excellent Viking warrior. In other words, he is not a weak chicken that can be seen everywhere, but a strong enemy!

And Valhalla's warriors will not let go of every rival.

For a moment, Leff completely forgot Lorraine's instructions, and regardless of whether the other party found him, he rushed out with his shield and sword raised.

oh!!!!

Before the person arrived, the sound came first. Hu Hu, who was about to enter the door, stopped and gave Leif a different look.

Fix him.

’ he said to his Indian coachman.

The coachman grinned grimly and licked his dry lips, then pulled out a huge wheel ax from behind: It seems like a good opponent.

As he spoke, the coachman walked out from the center of the crowd, taking one step, two steps, and three steps turned into an extreme run. At the fifth step, he stopped suddenly, lunged, twisted his feet, and threw away his long arms.

The wheel ax flies!

Woo!

...

Hannah squatted bored by the chimney of a wooden house near the villa.

It is night now, the moon is high.

The bright moonlight dutifully wiped away most of the shadows on the streets and alleys, leaving only a small amount of cover.

But even so, Hannah can still easily find her place.

Her current location is on the east side of the villa, separated from the villa only by a wall and a piece of grass. From a distance, she can see the courtyard gate of the Port Authority, and she can barely see the door of the villa.

These views are enough for her to see Lorraine enter from the courtyard, enter the villa, enter the study, and then...

Someone launched a raid on the villa!

Haina saw a figure jumping over the high wall with ease, stabbing the guard to death, and then opening the gate to usher in a dozen fierce and lawless thugs.

The thugs attacked the unprepared guards, but the guards were powerless to fight back, leaving corpses all over the ground, retreating steadily towards the villa.

The study seemed completely unresponsive to this.

Soundproof structure?

Hannah wasn't so sure.

However, whether it is sound insulation or traps, Hana knows that the first thing she should do now is to tell Lorraine the news of someone's invasion as quickly as possible.

She stood up, and the moment she stood up, there was a sudden gunshot behind her head.

Boom!

The location of the sudden gunshots was a church about 300 meters away.

The window of the study room was shot through, but the gunfire did not stop there.

A second shot, and a lumbering figure falls, and another shot, and a second lumbering figure falls.

Hana frowned and looked at the study from afar, and soon saw the counterattack from the window.

Steady and slow return fire, about two shots per minute, firm and steady, and it was accompanied by another two messy and disorderly gun flames.

Only then did Hana feel relieved.

The leading gunfire is the rhythm of an A-level shooter. If there is no particularly good Spaniard in that study, then the shooter is either Lorraine or Barto.

Given Mara's virtues, Henna is almost certainly Barto.

From this point of view, Lorraine is fine, and since the window is broken, even if she doesn't notify, Lorraine must have known about the intrusion.

Then next...

Hana lightly put on her veil, jumped downstairs, and looked up to the direction of the clock tower.

The hunters must be removed as soon as possible.

...

The corridor is overlapping with hell.

The carpet and wallpaper were spattered with blood, and the paintings and decorations were in a mess.

Servants, guards, maids, thugs, living, dead, dead, dead... people come and go, shadowy.

Lorraine pulled the rapier out of a thug's chest, letting warm blood spill over his body and stain his leather shoes.

The thug squinted, opened his mouth, looked at Lorraine beggingly, and begged for mercy indistinctly from his throat.

But that didn't stop Lorraine, and neither could the hands that were clutching Lorraine's cuffs with all their might.

Lorraine drew the sword in its entirety and pushed the thug away from him with a slight push. The thug fell on the soft carpet, twitched, turned over, and tremblingly climbed towards the stairway, marking the dazzling trajectory with thick bloodstains.

Lorraine didn't go after him. He stood there, looking at the stained dress with disgust.

That's why I don't like fighting in dresses...

He muttered depressingly, took off his hopeless tuxedo, wiped off the blood stains on the sword with a priceless woolen cloth, and hung it on the knight armor used as decoration beside the aisle.

The crawling thug is dead, maintaining the classic don't stop posture, with his outstretched hand less than two meters away from the stairs.

Lorraine frowned bit by bit as he looked at the twisted and long bloodstain.

This group of people... who are they?

Lorraine couldn't guess where these people came from, and they didn't know their background, identity, backstage, or purpose.

He did insinuate in front of Mara that he was behind the scenes and planted the identity of the fortress commander Antonio de Torresias, but it was to help Marat better determine his determination to blow up the arsenal.

After all, a stupid person is best at judging others by himself. As long as he doesn't care about Torresias' life, he can understand that Torresias wants his life straightforwardly and firmly.

But in reality, this possibility is almost non-existent.

The military status quo of the three pillars of San Carlos is stable and has experienced the test of history. There are also the Governor's Palace and the Admiral of the Fleet behind him.

Killing Mara is of no benefit to Torresias. Instead, it will make the garrison fleet hysterical and reduce the evaluation of his command during his tenure, which is not conducive to his re-election.

Mara has said that Torresias is close to being re-elected. He is probably the one most in need of stability in the city at the moment, and Marat and the grenadier major stationed on the water gate are the source of the turmoil.

So... the grenadier major Gonzalo de Oviedo is behind the scenes?

From his point of view, killing Mara can indeed kill two birds with one stone. It not only reduces competitors, but also exposes Torresias' incompetence.

With Marat's death, Torresias will definitely have to take the blame and resign, and the position of the next commander will be vacant, making Oviedo the only old man suitable for succession.

Does being just an old man necessarily make a candidate?

The admiral lost his nephew in a power struggle this year. In order to appease him, the governor is likely to voluntarily give up the position of commander for the next year and the profit for a whole year.

It can be seen that this kind of adventure, this huge adventure that will ruin people's reputation once it fails, is a stinky game that is extremely insecure and cost-effective for Oviedo.

Oviedo might not even bother to try.

But apart from these two, is there a third force in this fortress that can achieve this scale and has reasonable motives?

Lorraine thought silently, and saw the bloody beard stepping up the stairs.

An incredible idea flashed into Lorraine's mind in the blink of an eye.

They are pirates, and their purpose is to snatch the token of Thomas the Fly in this fortress.

In other words, they didn't know that the token of Thomas the Fly was in the hands of Torresias.

Lorraine couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth.

The bearded man looked at Lorraine with red eyes: Boy, I seem to have seen you before.

Singa Cadiz, Mr. Pirates. May I have the honor of knowing your name?

Arsonist Wilfort. The bearded grinned and announced his family name. In the Caribbean, I have another interesting name, Edward the Blackbeard. Boring people like to call me...His Royal Highness the Pirate King.

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