Picture poor, dagger see.


    Lorraine knows the truth that villains die of talking too much. Under normal circumstances, he should not talk so much with Morey until he takes control of the situation.


    But now it is a narrow space. They are being pointed at their heads by four guns. If they don''t use words to buy themselves a moment of preparation time, all Lorraine can count on is that there are no bullets in the chamber of the Spaniards.


    How likely is this?


    No matter how many, Lorraine dared not joke about her life at all.


    Now, the preparation is over, and the bluff words have successfully achieved their mission.


    Haina suddenly disappeared.


    A moment ago, she was still sitting on her sofa, pressing her legs on her side like a real lady, folding her hands on her big supporting skirt.


    The next moment she disappeared, leaving only a slightly shaking black supporting skirt on the sofa.


    Haina got out of her untied skirt like water. She slipped and lay on the carpet. As soon as her hand was raised, the red light suddenly appeared. The Throwing Knife pierced the throat of the two guards in the blink of an eye.


    Lorraine burst up at the same time, maintained the posture of leaning forward and talking, shook his hand and threw out the ashtray on the tea table as a concealed weapon.


    No one knows how much force he used.


    The thick and crystal glass ware made a whistling sound in the air. It was right in the front door of the current guard like a comet hitting the earth. Blood, brains and all kinds of strange slurry were sprayed out. The guard fell on his back without saying a word, and the red and white dirt splashed the silly Murray.


    Four gunmen blinked and there was only one left.


    In front of him, Lorraine threw out the tea table like a leopard, and Haina swam close from the carpet like a snake. And Barto, who was slow to respond for the first half of the beat, took out his short gun from his waist and turned to aim majestically. On the contrary, he became the most intuitive threat target on the scene.


    The bewildered guard subconsciously moved the barrel towards Bator, and a black light flashed from the bottom of his eyes.


    Haina jumped up from the ground, and the short knife she held upside down flashed across the guard''s left shoulder, and blood splashed out.


    The guard''s left hand suddenly lost strength.


    He first saw the dark shadow of Haina from the bottom of his eyes, and then glimpsed the bright red of the blood mist from the rest of the light. The third signal received by the brain is the weakness of the left hand, the weakness of the whole left arm, and the barrel that lost the lift naturally aimed at the ground.


    Only then did he realize that he was hurt.


    Severe pain came from the wound on the left shoulder, and the guard just wanted to scream. His mouth just opened. Lorraine, who was only one step behind Haina, pinched his neck and twisted it gently. He only heard a click and screamed and died.


    The battle ended suddenly.


    Morey didn''t know whether the so-called battle had lasted three or four seconds. In short, before Lorraine''s words "unfortunately, there was no prize" came to the ground, the situation in front of him had completely changed.


    Those are four gunmen!


    Armed and well-trained. They were Murray''s true confidants in the civil army. Like him, each of them received another more decent and noble salary in the Mediterranean fleet.


    They are non commissioned officers of the Royal Spanish Navy, elite Marines, and are fundamentally different species from the militias outside who can only act as tax collectors.


    But


    But God! What kind of monster did major Mara provoke? Was it a weapon born for killing?


    Why did the world change in the blink of an eye


    Fear, panic, panic.


    Morey felt something slipping on his face, subconsciously wiped it, but he wiped off half of his broken eyes.


    "Ah..."


    "Shh." Lorraine stood in front of him at some time, holding a gun dropped by the guards on the ground, and gently pressing his index finger on his lips with his other hand. "Before you understand something, I hope you can be quiet. It''s good for everyone."


    Morey was silent.


    At Lorraine''s request, he sat on the sofa. The mighty Barto stood behind him and put a firegun against his skull, so that he could remember the end of non cooperation at any time.


    Lorraine knocked the barrel of the gun gently opposite him, twice, and knocked out scattered gunpowder and round lead bullets, and so did each handle.


    The result seems to satisfy Lorraine.


    He threw away his gun, stood up, checked the curtains and windows, and looked through the glass for a while. In fact, it was the situation of the dark auxiliary buildings.


    After a long five minutes, Lorraine returned to Morey and sat opposite Morey across the tea table.


    "Well, sir, we finally have a more suitable communication environment. Now please tell me where the arsenal is?"


    Bearing the impulse to beg for mercy, moreqiang picked up his last arrogance and twisted his head angrily. But Lorraine just put out his finger and turned it around. Barto''s big hand soon turned his head back.


    "You''re refusing to communicate. It''s not good," Lorraine said slowly. "Don''t forget that when your guard pointed a gun at me, I tried my best to cooperate with your questions. I think that''s what a gentleman should have."


    "I didn''t expect a man with bloody hands like you to call himself a gentleman!"


    "Gentlemen and blood do not conflict, Mr. Morey. The Spanish have opened a great era of navigation. Those predecessors who spread the light of civilization to the new world are gentlemen, and everyone''s hands are covered with blood."


    "That''s just the blood of the beast!"


    Seeing Morey''s high spirited appearance, Lorraine sighed with regret.


    "It seems that we really lack a common language on the issue of human rights and equality, so... Say the way to enter the arsenal, otherwise I will let you live to see hell."


    What is the most effective way to be straightforward


    Morey''s momentum became short, arrogant, lacking self-confidence support, empty and weak.


    "You... You dare not. This is a military camp, an officer''s barracks. In such a high-profile place, you absolutely dare not torture me!"


    "Really?"


    Lorraine frowned impatiently, stood up and pulled out a nice bottle of Cuban white rum from Morey''s cabinet.


    "I just spent five minutes confirming some things and some doubts. Do you want to know?"


    Murray closed his mouth and responded with silence.


    "First, the weapons brought by your guards are loaded, the hammer is also ready to go, and at least one of the four has really planned to shoot."


    "That means you''re not worried about the commotion caused by the gunshot."


    "As for the reasons, there are no more than two points. If this room has not been specially soundproof, or if you have eyes in the camp, you can murder visitors as you like. I prefer the former."


    "You have been lurking in the people''s army for five years. You originally need to have a high privacy working environment. You should not only have a broad vision, but also have high-quality sound insulation, so as to prevent walls from having ears when discussing some sensitive topics."


    "I also found other evidence. For example, the climate in San Carlos does not need three layers of glass because there is no harsh winter; you should not be able to afford expensive and thick flannel curtains. In fact, even the rich with more than one million assets rarely use this material to make curtains all the time, which is not fashionable."


    "So I know that I can do anything to you in this room. You can scream wantonly. Anyway, no one in the whole barracks can pay attention to us."


    Morey''s face was white and transparent, cold sweat had already covered his forehead, and even his lips could not stop shaking.


    "But... But you still need me to take you into the fire house. If you use punishment, others will see that you can''t do anything!"


    "That''s the second question."


    Lorraine took a good time to sip the wine, held it in her mouth for a while, and spit it all back into her glass depressed.


    "A Spaniard drinks inferior Cuban rum. It seems that your two salaries are not as high as I thought..."


    "Back to business, number two. You were going to kill us here and use our bodies as scapegoats to blow up the people''s army Arsenal."


    "As you said, in the barracks with people coming and going, how can you and your men send the three bodies to the destination unobtrusively? Are they packed in boxes?"


    "There are no vacant arms boxes in the room, and the auxiliary building here has no lights or fire, which means that you can rely on only the four people I killed. This means that you don''t have the right vehicle and sufficient manpower."


    "I guess the passage to the Arsenal should be in your officer''s dormitory, either the main building or the auxiliary building. If not, you will lead us to the arsenal to consider doing it. After all, I''m here. It''s much easier to bring a few living people in than to transport a few dead people in."


    "I wonder if I''m right?"


    With Lorraine''s question, Morey completely gave up resistance.


    He collapsed his shoulders and bowed his head. There was no anger in his voice: "I''d like to take you to the arsenal, but I hope to live. This is my only request."


    "I agree." Lorraine raised three fingers to the sky. "I can swear to God."