Evelyn nature flower shop, Wesley street, North District.


    Harry stood outside the shop with a pot of roses, his face facing the street, looking left and right.


    His face was never good at expression. His cramped appearance combined with clumsy flower holding gestures was like a young man who met his lover for the first time.


    Seager walked briskly from a distance, stopped behind Harry, leaned down and smelled the fragrance of lilies.


    "Idiot Harry, if a man can''t even hold flowers well, no matter how handsome he is, he won''t be favored by ladies."


    "That''s just right." Harry continued to look at the crowded streets. "Anyway, I''m not going to get married soon. I don''t want to get married when I see you."


    "Oh?" Seager beamed. "Is our Harry in love with his boss?"


    "You misunderstood. I just doubt the gender of every woman around me. There is no other reason."


    Like gossip about the incision, Seager determined that Harry was not disguised behind him, and Harry also determined that Seager was disguised behind him.


    "Why didn''t anyone come yesterday?" Seager asked.


    "Thanks to you, the smuggler Edward KENWAY had a big animal attack the night before last, which led to Mr. Rashid Avenger''s excessive panic. Mary Daya chapel was very active yesterday. We didn''t have enough manpower, so we deliberately forgot you."


    "I heard that more than 200 slaves died on the bloody night in Qianwan, didn''t I?"


    "It seems that not meeting us will not affect your normal reception of messages."


    "Because of his charm, kedalir obeyed me." Seager''s eyes smiled into a crescent moon.


    Harry crumpled the edge of the flowerpot with a click.


    "Do you have any new instructions?"


    "Instructions?" Seager teased the stars in front of him with his slender fingers. "I don''t know why. I always care about the smuggler. Where is he now?"


    "Houwan, we heard that he rented the water tank of Haite shipyard."


    "He still has the arms of the saints?"


    "There was not enough gunpowder on his ship. In order to ensure the detonation effect, Ryan only blew up half of the ship, and the goods of the other half were still in his hand at least yesterday."


    "Is there any way to destroy it?"


    Harry shook his head with a smelly face. "The defense is tight. There''s no chance."


    "Another color shock?"


    "Thornton didn''t dare. He was frightened by Edward KENWAY."


    "Boom!" sigjiao smiled, twisted the neck of a flower, clapped her hand and changed it. "Harry, do you know what two forms of ancient revolution have?"


    "Huh?"


    "One is that the revolutionaries embrace the courage of sacrifice and take the initiative to find trouble for the oppressors. The other is that the revolutionaries are as timid as mice, and the oppressors find him."


    "Is this a guide for smugglers?"


    "Isn''t it good? No matter why the fight starts, as long as there is a fight, people are easy to ignore the danger behind it..."


    ……


    Wesley street, Davy cafe.


    The joint scheme with Seager was arranged by Harry.


    Seager said that only three people were allowed to know her current situation, so three people were arranged in shifts, two in each shift.


    Two people exist in a bright and dark way. The bright goes to the flower shop and SIG joint, while the dark stays on guard in the cafe with the best view of the whole street to prevent any possible accidents.


    Today''s turn to the secret Sentry is Rodney. The chief of staff is sitting in a chair on the porch of the coffee shop in a half old tuxedo, holding a pipe and spreading a newspaper. His round and kind face is full of seriousness and a forced country gentleman.


    In the distant coffee shop, Harry and Seager left without saying goodbye.


    Rodney watched Harry pass in front of him, put the rose in his hand to a young girl holding a man, then gave a strong kiss and walked away.


    The men and women began to quarrel. The louder the quarrel, the darker the description. The pedestrians in the street were attracted by them and formed a circle around the coffee shop close to the battle group


    Rodney stood up slowly, put on his hat, put on his newspaper, leaned on a short stick, and left a silver coin on the table.


    He smiled around the crowd before turning into the alley. Suddenly, he heard the women in the battle group crying and howling, even with a crisp "pa" sound and a short scream of a man!


    Seriously？


    Are American women so new?


    He subconsciously looked back. In the process of floating his sight, he suddenly swept a familiar figure.


    "This is... Captain Judea of the Drake chamber of Commerce?"


    The eighth company and Drake chamber of Commerce, two groups that had a brief friendship with comrades in arms and came to Boston with their own ghosts, finally met for the first time because of an unprovoked quarrel.


    This opportunity is more than rare.


    Although the two sides have helped each other in the Halloween operation, the actual contact time is not long.


    So apart from Lorraine and Rashid who happened to change their costumes, Lorraine''s sailors who participated in Halloween only had a certain impression of Harry, because Harry had been the temporary liaison officer of the golden deer.


    On the other side of the eighth company, Haina and bell are probably the only two to be remembered. After all, Haina''s rock climbing in khayawei left an indelible deep impression on people, while bell is the captain of the lucky horseshoe connecting the whole eighth company to le Francois, who hypocritically sent overheated cocoa and blankets to everyone on board.


    Why did a captain of the British Chamber of Commerce appear on the streets of Boston for no reason?


    Rodney was stunned and suddenly remembered a reliable rumor that the second formation was preparing to provide reliable support for the eighth company.


    "Isn''t it... Are you Juncker aristocrats?"


    The current situation is that the eighth company is very short of people.


    In such a big Boston, the British did not leave too many support points when evacuating, and only 150 people scattered helpless in the four regions. Sig clearly has many means to force kidalier to change his court, but it has been unable to really implement it due to human resources.


    Bell is likely to be a support from the second formation. Considering that Drake''s sailors are not only good at fighting, but also have a large number of people, Rodney feels that whether bell is the support or not, it is necessary to tie the whole Drake chamber of Commerce to the thief ship through him.


    What did that say? The British help the British, but the Americans don''t.


    He immediately chased up excitedly.


    Halfway through, he began to feel wrong.


    Bell seems to be slow and careless, but the pace under his feet is fast and steady, just like... The subconscious urgency of people in the eighth company in secret operations.


    "Is captain Judea here to meet?"


    Rodney''s question was soon answered.


    Across Wesley street, bell turned into a deserted alley on lighthouse Hill Avenue.


    There is a civilian army officer hiding in the alley. Looking at his clothes, he should be a second lieutenant of the son of freedom.


    Bell smiled and shook hands with him. "Mr. second lieutenant, you really kept your appointment."


    The second lieutenant frowned and took two steps back: "Mrs. fadiong doesn''t like us to resell her banquet invitations, especially the smell of fish mixed in the wine!"


    "A reception held by the lieutenant colonel..." bell depressed his mouth. "Come on, how much do I need to increase the price?"


    "Ten... No! Fifteen pounds!"


    "Sir, this is your starting price. God will hate you."


    "God only hates you savage and vulgar smugglers! Twenty pounds, here''s the invitation. Do you want it!"


    WOW!


    Bell grabbed a handful of gold coins from his arms, pointed out the value of twenty pounds as quickly as possible, paid the money and took the goods with one hand.


    Rodney saw everything.


    In his impression, Lieutenant Colonel fadiong is the Secretary of the sons of Freedom Corps, responsible for the procurement and distribution of arms throughout the Corps, so he has a wide range of friends and often holds banquets.


    However, fadizon is by no means a pro British person, or in other words, all those in the United States who are involved in arms can not be pro British.


    Why would bell want to go to the party in fadion?


    Who did you meet?


    Or are you going to do something, like... Kill?


    "Wait, the so-called support of the second formation..."


    "What could it be?"


    Just thinking, Rodney''s ears were suddenly occupied by a soft and greasy female voice like fine sand.


    The voice appeared silently behind him, and Qingqing faintly interrupted his self-determination. Just like the gossip between old friends, he couldn''t hear any violation at all.


    Cold sweat immediately covered Rodney''s back!


    He subconsciously stepped away, took out his gun in the process of stepping, and turned back in the process of stepping.


    But before that step landed, he heard a poof first


    With a pop, the sharp blade cut into his side neck, and easily penetrated through the other side of the skin along with his turn of the head.


    Their eyes were opposite, and Haina stared at him with emerald eyes.


    "I seem to have seen you."


    "Hai... Na... Yes..."


    "It seems that I did. I remember correctly."


    As she spoke, Hannah raised her hand and pulled out her knife.


    In the process of retreating the cavity, the sharp blade cut off the arteries, veins, trachea, esophagus and vocal cords in order, but did not expand the wound, leaving only a slender blood mark on both sides of the neck.


    Rodney fell limply, twitching and spitting out big mouthfuls of dirty blood, but he couldn''t make a sound any more.


    He began to struggle, struggling to climb out of the dark lane, describing helplessly dragging out all the blood marks, and using the blood marks as ink, leaving scattered and almost illegible five letters [k], [R], [e], [a], [D].


    Haina didn''t try to stop him. She just squatted down and tried to remember where she had seen him.


    Unfortunately, she didn''t remember in the end.


    Soon after, bell completed the transaction, returned from the same way and bumped into the Shura field unprepared.


    "Jezra! What did you do!"


    "At your request, clean up."


    "Finishing? Killing passers-by? Fortunately, the seller went from the other side..." bell thought he was going crazy. "Jessla, I just bought an invitation, not hiding!"


    "Then why is it in such a place?"


    "Er..."


    Haina stood up and looked for Bell''s sight like a cat.


    "Don''t worry, it''s not a passer-by. I remember seeing him before, and he did shout my name."


    "It''s an acquaintance?" bell immediately became alert. "Where have you met?"


    "I don''t remember." Hannah pointed out the letters on the ground one by one, "but these words may be useful."


    "Kread... Knead, pinch? Did you pinch him?"


    Hannah shook her head.


    "If it''s not pinching... That''s the unfinished French Kreacher, the monster''s horn... Did you stab him?"


    Haina pointed to her side neck and nodded seriously.


    The puzzle is solved!


    Bell clapped his hands complacently and concluded his speech: "it seems that this is not a last word at all, but an unfinished testimony of the dead, [strange horn]. You said he knew your name. It can be seen that the strange horn is probably the code they made for you!"


    "Strange horn..." Haina repeated several times, "do you want to erase it?"


    "Of course. Anyway, people are dead. Judging from his appearance, no one will avenge him."