Assassin’s Adventure

"How are you?"

Gore asked aloud, because he already felt the crisis of the situation.

"Of course not!"

Gordon was a little slurred because his mouth was bleeding.

He couldn't see what was happening in the square, he could only feel the red and golden lights flickering behind him.

"I think we need to get out of here..."

Gore struggled to pull Gordon's legs, but with his own strength, he couldn't pull a strong man off the ground.

"Hurry up and pull me up!"

That golden light had already shone over, swept across Gordon's back and neck, and felt a lot of warmth, but at the moment it scared him into a cold sweat. It was definitely the enemy's searchlight that found them, **** it!

"hurry up!"

"Of course! I'm already working hard."

Gore exerted all his strength, and then pulled Gordon up less than twenty centimeters, and he could no longer catch it.

The defenseless Gordon turned his head down and fell down completely. The only thing he could do was to protect his head...

boom!

A crisp crashing sound came to mind.

"Uh, sorry! Are you all right?"

Fortunately, the height is not high, but this impact is not pleasant. Of course, no one can feel comfortable in such a head-down impact.

Dizziness is Gordon's most real feeling. He really doesn't understand why there is such a pig teammate. It's just murder. If it wasn't for the fact that he had a life upgrade, he might not be able to stand up now.

But now he seems to have no time to complain, because a large number of people started to rush over, those soldiers who originally belonged to sleeping.

Gordon stumbled a little while walking, grabbed a piece of protruding gold, and climbed toward it. The pool was in that direction, and they needed to get out of here quickly.

When he just emerged from the ruins, what he saw was that the nearest gun barrel had already rotated towards their position. The outer wall of the gun barrel was shimmering with golden lines. Got Gordon, and Gore, the damned pig teammate, was far ahead.

"I curse you!"

No matter what kind of enemy he faced at any time, Gordon never fell to this level, but this time, he really fell into the hands of his teammates.

Boom! ! !

The violent artillery bombardment was mixed with countless pieces of gold, splashing out, blasting the entire ruins instantly.

Among the countless golden ruins is a desperate figure.

The violent artillery strike made Gore, who was about to take off, couldn't help but turn his head and look at it, and he was terrified.

"Forgive me, Captain Gordon, I have to survive and pass the news!"

He couldn't bear to watch that tragic scene again, and the whole ruin was blasted into a big hole.

"Cough cough..."

Gordon was buried in gold. He didn't know how long he had been in a coma. The only thing he could be sure of was that he actually survived.

His mouth was filled with the stench of blood, his legs had been crushed under the stone and he couldn't feel it. There was a blood hole on his head, and air came in through those small holes.

You don't need to think about it, you know how bad his current state is.

At the last moment of the shelling, he let go and fell from the rubble again. The shell did not hit him, but this kind of thing is not like the solid iron bullet of this era at all, but is full of explosive properties, and countless gold accompanied by violent The impact slammed him to the side. Fortunately, because of the toughness of gold and the nature of not being easily broken into small pieces, the main damage he suffered was the impact injury, not the more serious penetrating injury.

But he doesn't feel well at all now. Sometimes he doesn't know whether he should be thankful for his tenacious vitality or his helplessness. This situation means enduring these pains.

"I knew that a five-star task couldn't be that simple!"

Obviously it was just a simple exploration mission, and he almost gave his life here.

"Selina, I said that my death date is not here? What an unreliable guy!"

The chaotic brain always likes to think wildly. Fortunately, the five points of life are constantly playing a role. A steady stream of vitality emerges from the body, quickly repairing various wounds, and increasing the speed of 1.5 times faster than ordinary people. On the bloodline of assassins.

He couldn't do anything, his hands were pressed under the gold, and he couldn't even scratch his itchy nose.

Lying down naturally has the advantage of lying here, the cannons roared outside, the sound of people running was endless at first, and the ground kept shaking, but no one seemed to pay attention to him, the dead man, but if nothing else, these people were chasing Ge. go.

The whole city has come alive, but apart from this square, the cannons farther away have lost their original functions, and the ground energy circuit has long been destroyed in an unknown war.

The army chased Gore away, and the whole square seemed to hear no sound at all.

There is absolutely no way this place was created by the Mayans...

This is what Gordon was thinking about~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But what can he do other than think about it?

As his legs continue to recover, he can feel completely crushed, hands, head.

Having fun in hardship has always been Gordon's strength. At this time, he suddenly thought of his original intention of looking for El Dorado in the first place, that is, these golds. As long as he owns the gold here, he can have everything he wants. In this The age of money.

"An invincible fleet across the sea, a splendid manor, a housekeeper, a maid, and a beautiful wife..."

"Well, if possible..."

He thought of the grand goals that sometimes flashed through his mind.

Not everyone has a very high level of ideological awareness. Generally, those who can have awareness and who can strive for it as a lifelong goal are all great people in history.

He sometimes thinks that he wants to end this era, maybe it's just a joke, maybe he should serve Britain, as Burton said, do those dirty or **** rule for them, become a person that people envy The newly promoted nobles lived the life of the so-called upper class.

As he thought about it, he couldn't even make a wry smile. He only knew that he might die soon.

"Gold, gold..."

He finally thought of a problem, that is, the ruins that hold him down are not simple ruins, but a precious metal, gold!

And this kind of thing seems to be converted by its own system into gold coins. But what he is thinking about now is not how to get gold coins, but how to get himself out of trouble through this.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one there, all attention was on Gore, and Gordon said in his heart, "Switch!"