Three Hundred and Forty-Two Foolproof

Intensive pre-war preparations began in the afternoon.

After afternoon tea, Lorraine took Henna's arm, and Leif and Barto, who were fully armed and bandaged, visited Major Mala's villa together.

Today's Hannah is wearing another pure white dress.

The style and structure of the dress are similar to the black one, except that the conspicuous bowknot decoration in the previous one is removed and replaced with soft, semi-transparent tulle for decoration.

With just this small change, the dress has a completely different appearance, and it looks more elegant when worn on Henna, which is in line with the luxurious fashion of noble ladies who never cut similar dresses.

The villa is heavily guarded.

The life and death disaster a few days ago made the sunny and stupid Mara suspicious. He no longer sees people easily, nor accepts the villa guards arranged for him by the militia and the non-confidant Port Authority.

The villa is full of sailors from the San Carlos, roughly 80 people. If you count the number of people who died in the night in the previous few days, there are probably less than 20 people left on the San Carlos, which can meet the minimum standards for leaving the port.

This was an unexpected change for Lorraine.

Thinking about how to deal with the change, Lorraine walked into the villa under the guidance of a second lieutenant, and saw Major Mara hiding in the dim study.

Marat's gloom devours the light.

He sat behind the large desk and looked at Lorraine with his chin propped up. He looked at Lorraine for a long time, then turned his gaze to Heina, Leif and Barto in turn.

"Are your guards healed?"

"The major is joking, how can a person covered in bruises recover within a few days?" Lorraine pointed to Barto's left arm in plaster and Leif's bandages covering his body, "But we have an agreement, right? ? As long as the action is not hindered, I have no reason to break the contract."

"That's the only noble thing I've heard these days." Marla finally looked a little happier, "But dear Ruhr, why is your cousin here?"

"I asked her to come." Lorraine was prepared for this question, but still pretended to be careful, "Major, after what happened that night, Baron Torresias will guard against every stranger It is human nature for people to visit.”

"That's why I need Leonor's help. A beautiful woman with no power to restrain a chicken can make our visit more real, even if it is a wily baron,

It is absolutely impossible to connect the visitor with his fiancée to the bombing in the barracks. "

"You are a damned conspirator!" Mara was overjoyed when she heard that, and laughed and opened the desk drawer, took out a sealed brown paper bag from it, and handed it to Lorraine, "This is my The internal response, a captain and company commander of the civilian army, the specific identity and connection code are written in the document. All you have to do is hand in the greeting card, show up on time, and he will take you to complete the next thing."

"Have you already made arrangements?" Lorraine asked in surprise.

"Don't worry, it's absolutely... safe."

Walking out of the villa, Lorraine's mind still echoed Mara's ambiguous closing words.

absolutely foolproof...

Is the plan foolproof? The execution foolproof? Or the aftermath foolproof?

If it happens to be the last one...

Lorraine rubbed her eyebrows depressedly: "How can Spanish aristocratic education raise such a person? Not only bad, but also stupid."

Hana moved her head curiously: "Who are you talking about?"

"About someone who's going to make us a scapegoat. Hannah? What do you think he reminded me of?"

"Don't you know? Not only is it bad? It's also stupid."

"That's true..." Lorraine smiled helplessly, and called Barto and Leff? "The plan has changed. Barto will help me deliver greeting cards to the military camp? Leff will go to the lakeside pier to find Daniel? Cooperate with him after the Thunder Wait for the opportunity to seize the ship. After taking the ship, you can directly drive the ship to the north without waiting for us."

...

After a lot of busy work, the hour hand finally pointed to seven o'clock in the evening.

Lorraine opened her eyes to the church bells? Henna in the shadows of the room? Already changed into her black dress with bows.

This is obviously not due to simple preferences.

Black is the color of night, and in the nocturnal state, it can help her hide her breath to the greatest extent. If they meet Blackbeard and his party again tonight, just this little advantage may become the key to the final decision of victory or defeat and life or death.

Lorraine thought the same way.

The accessory weapon he prepares for himself is the double sword he is most familiar with? Although he can only bring a right-handed sword to match the dress, although the long sword with a wide blade is not fish or fowl? But when he thinks of the damn black blade in Blackbeard’s hand, this All problems? Not a problem anymore.

And the hunters...

As the most threatening firepower output to Lorraine and others in the Blackbeard team, in the absence of Pierce? Lorraine still can't find a good response.

But Hana ensured that her throwing knife pierced the hunter's right shoulder.

Is the right shoulder the key part of shooting against the butt of the gun? It is as important to the shooter as the arm of the samurai. What if the hunters don't have the recovery ability of Lorraine and Leff? In just a few days, Lorraine should no longer need to worry about the deadly gunshots from afar tonight.

"There seems to be nothing missing." Lorraine said to herself, then pushed open the door and strode out.

The military barracks of the militia were brightly lit.

Standing outside the camp gate, Lorraine heard faint noises coming from inside.

The militiamen seem to be having a feast.

From time to time, drunken figures swayed out of the brick bungalows, leaning on the corners to vomit loudly. Lorraine even saw a man dressed as an officer crossing the street with a scantily clad woman in his arms, walking from a large bungalow into a small one. bungalow.

He couldn't help sighing: "The military discipline of the civilian army... seems to be a little loose."

"The baron is not very disciplined when there is no external threat. You know, tax collectors..."

The one who answered Lorraine's question was Morley, the captain and company commander of the third company of the militia, a bald man in his forties, with a long hooked nose and sunken eye sockets, with a sinister expression and bright voice.

He is naturally the internal response that Major Marat said.

Captain Morey is a talkative, talkative person with a strong desire to express himself.

According to his own statement, it was the three former fleet captains who arranged him into the militia, the commander of the fortress at the time. The main purpose was to let him supervise the militia's tax deduction.

Unexpectedly, when he gained a firm foothold in the civilian army, the original chief lost his position as the commander of the fortress in the evaluation. Since then, the fleet has never presided over the defense of the fortress. Today is his fifth year of lurking.

However, Marat is still his immediate superior without a doubt, because he has a formal establishment in the Spanish Mediterranean Fleet, and he is also a captain, a Royal Navy captain who belongs to the ground service department.

Hearing his answer, Lorraine couldn't help laughing: "Tax collectors have the expertise of tax collectors. I think the sailors in the fleet are well-trained, but they may not be suitable for dealing with businessmen."

"This is also my biggest feeling in the past few years." Captain Morey sighed, "In my opinion, San Carlos should have a real chief executive who integrates the three military forces instead of fighting each other like it is now. Fight on your own."

"Don't you support what's going on tonight?"

"I am a soldier, and obedience is my duty. Personal wishes are irrelevant." The captain gave Lorraine a dissatisfied look, "Come here. You are my relatives. Before visiting the barracks, you should go to my dormitory first." go inside."

"You are really thoughtful."

The four chatted casually, and soon arrived at the small bungalow in the corner of the barracks.

This is the on-duty dormitory arranged by the militia for the company commander. It has a war room, a conference room, a living room and a bedroom. There are also adjutant dormitories and guard barracks that can accommodate a squad. There is enough space and privacy to actually use it.

Captain Morey pushed open the door and welcomed Lorraine and others into the living room.

He went to order the adjutant to make tea, and after a while he brought back four guards with live ammunition. With one order, the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the three of Lorraine.

"Quiet, sir, be quiet. Tell your guard not to be impulsive, and please trust my kindness."

Lorraine sat comfortably on her sofa with drooping eyelids.

"What does the captain want me to believe? Goodwill attached to the barrel?"

"Anyway, kindness is kindness. It's better than we order them to kill you now, and then kill your broken-armed bodyguard and beautiful fiancée."

"But this is different from the agreement between the major and me."

"It's actually the same." The captain teased, "Demolition is a military profession. As long as you think about it a little bit, you should understand that the major will not let you take charge of the overall situation. Your identity tonight is just a scapegoat. The british or pirate-bought bastards."

"But I passed the interrogation today as your relative. If I become the culprit, you can't get rid of it."

"That's a problem." Captain Morey laughed. "So the soldiers who are being interrogated tonight are also mine, and the registration information you filled in... Sorry, they have probably been burned to ashes right now."

"That is to say, from the formalities, I am not in the barracks now, is that right?"

Lorraine suddenly asked a question that was completely unexpected by Morey.

It was through this question that Morey noticed that for a person who was falling into a trap with four spears pointed at his head, Lorraine's behavior seemed too calm all the time.

And he wasn't the only one who was calm, the guard with the broken arm, and the "powerless" Moore girl in Mara's letter, there was no panic expression on their faces.

A bad premonition arose in Morey's heart: "What do you mean by this sentence?"

"Of course it's for Ruhr Sebilian." Lorraine laughed, "This time I borrowed his name to act without permission. It's reasonable, and I shouldn't let him do it without knowing anything. charged with treason."

"That visitor record is much more important than you think. If you didn't burn it, I have to burn it too."

Mo Lei's expression changed drastically: "Aren't you..."

"I'm not Ruhr Sebilian. Congratulations, you guessed it right. Unfortunately, there is no prize."

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