"Handsome boy, come and play!"


    "The original Germanic girl, the girl who grew up in the monastery, only needs an octagonal gold coin tonight! Is there really a gentleman willing to miss it?"


    "Indians! As many as you want! As many as you want!"


    Dirty streets and streets, sewage crossflow of stone bricks, this is New Orleans, the most equal town in the new world.


    On July 28, the Jackdaw entered the post flight rest for the second time. Haina sat alone by the window of a cafe with her veil. Her emerald eyes flashed and swept across the end of the dark lane not far away from time to time. There was an underground pub called [balanbas''s daydream].


    This statement is not accurate.


    The so-called underground tavern, as its name implies, is a tavern living in the basement, just like old Bart''s old tavern, which is built in the basement of [ancient Daryl French style] clothing shop.


    From the ground, people can''t see their appearance, hear their voice and smell them. The dark lane at the bottom of Haina''s eyes is only the connection of the back door of the tavern, and its front door is facing the street and shares the front face with a blacksmith shop.


    After the second cup of tea, Haina saw a dirty sailor running into the cafe drunk. Before the waiter came up to drive away, she suddenly returned to normal, threw a penny in the air and trotted to Haina.


    "Ms. yesla, I''ve found out."


    Haina lazily supported her chin and still looked at the crowd outside the window: "what did Desai say?"


    "The gunner took us to sit inside for four hours. Sure enough, he waited for Mr. helmsman. He entered a card room with several strangers nearly an hour apart. The gunner inquired and found that it was a special place for VIP guests."


    "VIP?" Haina frowned. "Judea should be in New Orleans for the second time. Even if she has a special liking for that tavern, she has no reason to be regarded as a VIP for only three times."


    "That''s what the gunner said! And we''ve been around to make sure that the strangers sitting in the first card didn''t leave. They were still inside when Mr. helmsman entered."


    "Sneaky..." Haina sighed. "How many people did you come out?"


    "Two. The chief of the artillery division left two around. It''s enough."


    "Can you see the faces of those strangers?"


    "See clearly!"


    Haina nodded: "let those waiting outside go to the front street to find Wang Ye and tell him that whoever comes out will leave them. Go back and change your clothes, tell Noah to take Lorraine to the old tavern, and then come and have tea with me."


    "Yes!" the sailor ran out of the door quickly.


    Haina looked up vaguely 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..."


    After a long time, at night.


    Bell looked tired and came out of the tavern. He followed the night lane and untied his trouser belt at the bottom of the wall.


    "Why on earth do I have to work so hard?"


    Liberating the pressure of the bladder, bell asked himself.


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


    This gambler!


    Bell gave a sharp blow.


    In fact, there are not many old brothers on the tramp who stay with Shaq. There are many positions. There are fifty or sixty people in one place, and all of them have grown into the backbone of shak''s confidants.


    Bell has a good relationship with most of them, except for the eight character disagreement, which is Chris Emmons.


    Speaking of it, they have known each other for a long time. When bell boarded the tramp, Emmons was already shack''s deputy staff officer, and his position and rank were much higher than bell. Shack''s trust in Emmons was far higher than bell.


    From the bottom of his heart, Emmons is indeed a trusted good adviser, thoughtful and tireless.


    As long as there is plenty of time, this person will often make a pile of alternatives. Even if he knows which is the best choice, he will take care of all materials and plans and wait for shack to choose the best one.


    This habit makes this person very delicate.


    Bell hated detail and unnecessary labor. Emmons occupied both, so bell hated him.


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


    As a result, Emmons appeared. Bell had to come back today and sit for three hours


    Does the count count of Judea look very idle?


    When free, like a fool, listen to him arrange four sets of plans to assassinate Lorraine, and then keep it in mind, waiting for Shaq''s order that will never be given?


    The gambler... Doesn''t he really know that Shaq is a sick brother?


    neuropathy!


    What a long bubble of urine


    Anyone who drinks beer for three hours and is not allowed to leave the table and drain water on the way is expected to have such a long bubble of urine


    If the meeting is extended for another half an hour, bell even suspects that the meeting itself is an assassination of him!


    Emmons might be trying to inflate him to death!


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


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


    It sounds nice with a little sandy sound. It is highly recognizable. You will never forget it as long as you listen to it once.


    Bell''s mind tightened: "Haina... Yesla?"


    "Anything to say?"


    "Yes!" Bell said quickly. "Lorraine won''t like me to die in your hands!"


    "I know."


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


    "I know."


    "If he finds out, he will alienate you!"


    "I know."


    Bell was about to cry: "it''s all like this. Do you want to do it?"


    Haina''s voice paused for a moment: "is there anything else to say?"


    "At least... Let me put my pants on..."


    "No, I won''t watch."


    Boom!


    ……


    When he woke up, bell found himself lying in a bright secret room full of wind lights. His pants were well worn, but he felt a little damp and smelled of urine.


    There were five people lying beside him, four were the stormtroopers who protected Emmons, and the last... It was Emmons.


    Was eaten in one pot


    If Bell''s heart was dead, he raised his leg and kicked Emmons''s ass.


    The heavy boots were firmly printed on Emmons''s pants. Emmons trembled and opened his eyes expressionless.


    "You''re exposed, fool." that''s the first thing he said when he woke up.


    Although bell thought so, Emmons said that he could not be weak anyway.


    "You exposed it, gambler!"


    Emmons sat up, taking time to tidy up his clothes and looking at the environment of the room.


    "Simple wooden doors, no windows, no sound outside the wall, no wind and light like cracks. It seems that we are underground, an independent single room, or part of a secret room."


    "It could be the tomb. Lorraine buried us alive." bell argued forcefully.


    "Impossible, because of the water level, the land of New Orleans will seep, and all the tombs are built on the ground."


    "He may have dug a new one."


    "Without time, reasoning is not tenable."


    "He has money. You don''t understand the power of money, because you can never save money."


    "It''s good that I can''t save money, but because of this, I know the power of money better than you." Emmons stood up and moved his hands and feet. "Moreover, I''ve been buried alive. Experience tells me that the person who buried me will tie my hands and feet so that I won''t find a way out."


    Before the words fell, the simple wooden door was kicked open.


    Lorraine stood at the door with a strange look and said to the sailors behind him, "I said my hair was a human spirit. Even if he was locked in a closed place, he wouldn''t spit out a word we want to hear..."