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Spanish colony, Port Havana.

When the carriage of the Governor's House sped past the villa where the fire broke out a few months ago, LeBron coldly lifted the curtains, looked over there, and then covered the curtains again. The ruins were covered with grass... LeBron guessed something, but he never started to confirm it. He would let the carriage pass here and take a look, just because the figure of Melanie Pizarro has always appeared in his dreams recently...

"We are here, sir." The secretary said respectfully outside the door.

LeBron opened his tired eyes, stepped out of the carriage with great strides, climbed the steps of the Governor's Mansion, and the secretary followed closely behind.

Many people were pounding on the wooden floor of the corridor. The long row of guards that were originally following behind them were gradually decreasing. Every time they passed by a sentry, they would separate two people, hold the muskets and stand with the original guards - strengthen the guards, four people and two posts.

When he walked to the Governor's office, the secretary walked out and stood respectfully by the door. But LeBron walked forward without stopping and disappeared at the other end of the corridor. The remaining guards stood together and completely blocked the corridor leading to that end. After watching LeBron's back disappear, the secretary entered the Governor's office with a smile on his face, and began to stand by the desk to handle daily affairs on behalf of the Governor.

Although he could have a little addiction to acting governor, even if there was no one in the room, the secretary would not dare to sit on the chair and rest.

Because he knew that he was stayed to take charge of the Governor's daily affairs, precisely because he had not yet become LeBron's confidant...

When LeBron pushed open the room at the end of the corridor, there was no loud proclamation from the attendant, but everyone in the room stood up and saluted.

"No need to do this," he said, strideing to the middle seat. After sitting down, everyone took their seats again. Although they were all the habits of soldiers, most of the people in this group were not wearing military uniforms. In addition to those in naval uniforms, there were also men wearing inferior dresses and scimitars, who looked more like pirates or were dressed in a gorgeous aristocratic style. But with a habitual smile and leaning forward with a diligent body, this one was more like the owner of a shop... But if you know their names, you wouldn't feel strange.

Helena's father is in charge of the entire Spanish navy in the Caribbean. On the surface, he is LeBron's mortal enemy, LeBron's biggest "political enemy"; Hawke, the former strongest stormtrooper who is at home, actually controls the city defense force in Havana and is also the father of Dragon Dog; he also has the big boss in charge of LeBron's usury network; the general leader of the underground black forces in the Northern Caribbean; the person who talks about the Pirates Port of Dingdan...

More than a dozen middle-aged men stood here, all looking at LeBron with hot eyes.

LeBron looked around and felt a little moved that these people were his real team for twenty years. Now he has finally come to the day when he is about to flip!

"Let's start!" He gestured briefly. "The plan is to come step by step. Let's start with the trouble of the treasure fleet."

McLaren, the second son of the Navy Commander, walked out from behind the curtain.

Although he was wearing the most ordinary uniform, he stood there very well and was not at all nervous when facing a group of old guys.

LeBron sighed a little that his old friend's children all became a climate, with the current famous dragon dog, and McLaren who was not optimistic about him.

After losing the Port of Trinidad, the boy secretly ran out and walked around. When he came back, he felt like he was reborn. McLaren first ran to the military judge for twenty whippings, and then submitted a "Draft Naval Reform" to his father and the commander of the Navy. Although the commander scolded him on the spot, he criticized him for his blood and derogated what he wrote to no value. But the old guy turned around and took the "Draft Naval Reform" to show off his old friends and praised McLaren until he was out of the way.

So McLaren became one of his secretaries. However, he did not know the ability of this young man. McLaren was responsible for explaining these days. It can only be considered as a matter of course and did not bring any surprises to LeBron.

"Let me talk about the situation of the Treasure Fleet first." LeBron said. He does not understand the specific naval combat command, but he can understand the overall strategic situation. There are many specific naval combat command experts here.

Wait until a dozen people sat upright. McLaren opened the curtain and exposed a Caribbean chart that occupied the entire wall. The chart was marked with two blue lines, marking the treasure fleets of the north and south. There were also seven or eight colors of lines representing the Spanish navy, friendly forces, enemy forces, etc. For this battle, LeBron equipped both the north and south fleets with magicians, specifically responsible for communication. So now the panel shows the latest situation as of yesterday.

Just like I did a few days ago, McLaren did not show off his eloquence here, but simply quickly displayed the latest situations he received one by one, so that everyone could see the latest changes.

"Ferdinando is also a mediocre talent." After seeing the movement of the Southern Line Fleet, the naval commander first commented, and then pointed to the changes in the British fleet and said, "The British are too cunning. At most, he will dive into his pockets in three hours."

"What's going on with that pirate ship?" Seeing McLaren actually adding a black ship behind the Southern Line Fleet, a group of people suddenly became interested.

"Oh..." McLaren glanced at the information in his hand and replied. "It was the British legendary warship "Barbados" who was disguised and kept tracking and harassing the Southern Line Fleet. I guess they still had some preparations that were not completed and it might take more time."

"'Barbados'..." LeBron frowned. He could know the name of the ship because it was related to the next mission. In theory, it shouldn't have appeared. "What is the goal of the British and French coalition forces?"

"The primary goal should be to force the fleet to surrender. Britain needs a lot of military expenditure to develop the navy." McLaren arranged the form of the British and French fleet. It can be seen that the British fleet was hidden on the Pirate Island of Dundan, and the French fleet turned back from the middle of the southward journey, just south and north to sandwich the southern treasure fleet in the middle. However, looking at the performance of everyone present, they obviously had expected this a long time ago and didn't care about it.

"The secondary goal is to oppress the fleet to enter the port in Belize. In order to avoid Ferdinando's choice to sink the treasure ship when he is desperate. If the landing fails, they will choose to force Ferdinando to enter the port. Belize's defense is very average and they can easily capture it."

"Karkaz, the commander of the northern line, and Ferdinando, the commander of the southern line, are not our people..." Helena's father spoke. As the second person, everyone stopped what he said. "We need to make support, but their life and death have nothing to do with us. Our goal is..." He took out a gold coin and slapped it on the table, "Leave the gold in the Caribbean!"

LeBron nodded and agreed with this statement. To this day, he finally made up his mind to part ways with the Spanish mainland and build a better country in the Caribbean. Then, letting the Western Emperor plunder the Caribbean Sea and let the Caribbean economy be depressed for another twenty years is obviously not his choice... Of course, before that, all the fish in the Caribbean Sea must be cleared out!

Since we had the idea of ​​leaving gold in the Caribbean, we began to come up with our own plans. The difficulty here is that we must not only take the charge of gold missing to the British and French, but we cannot let the country see that they were deliberately indulging them... In order to gain more time, necessary rescue is still needed. Of course, if it fails in the end, then the gold would rather be transported back to the country than to the British. This is the bottom line! In the eyes of these people, the British are much more terrifying than the corrupt Spanish royal family.

They cannot clearly separate from Spain for the time being, so they should try their best to delay time, otherwise there is no need to plan - as long as the gold is shipped to Havana, isn't it LeBron has the final say?!

Some people proposed to set up an ambush overseas in Belize, and some people suggested to give the British and French coalition a yellow bird to the back... But these plans all have a problem, some have too many steps, some are simple and crude, and have high operability, but they are not in line with LeBron's wishes.

LeBron frowned and felt more and more impatient. He even felt a little sad because these trusted subordinates were just at the level of snatching gold and making a fortune, and did not really understand LeBron's ideal... They were thinking about how to get gold before the British and French, and how to hide it from the world, etc.

Their eyes are now on the gold worth tens of billions of pesos, and they cannot see anything else.

After getting rich, everyone's next step was to build a larger fleet and then plan the independence of the Caribbean colony... For hundreds of years, everyone who wanted to be independent did this.
Chapter completed!