Assassin’s Adventure

Mickey took two sailors up the tower. Gordon almost attracted all the attention. The sentry on the post stared nervously at the gradually dissipating smoke, unaware that someone had climbed up with agile skills.

puff...

The white knives went in and the red knives came out, and the three lives were reaped almost instantly, but the last sentinel was aiming his gun at Gordon.

The thick fog had dissipated, and Gordon had nowhere to hide. He rushed towards the third person. According to his own voice, the enemy turned his head and saw Gordon leaning over with a machete.

Clang!

In the panic, the blond-haired, strong and handsome guard caught Gordon's slash in the head.

After learning the proficiency of melee weapons, Gordon's every attack is extremely dangerous, cunning, and points to the enemy's vital points. Arms full of strength, every time they swipe with great strength, the blond man can only barely parry.

As the number of attacks increased, the strength of the blond man who was forced to defend became smaller and smaller, like a tortoise shell that finally cracked under dozens of strong smashes.

When Mickey saw the last sentinel, the latter's finger had already pulled the trigger.

"Watch out, Captain!"

He shouted down, the only thing he could do, and pulled out his pistol, but the enemy was clearly faster than him.

boom!

Time seemed so slow, the muzzle lifted with the recoil of the firing, and the projectile and flames left the muzzle and aimed at Gordon's back.

Gordon heard the shouting, and of course he understood what was going on, because he had been paying attention to the guy who had taken the commanding heights.

He thought he could take out the opponent before the man opened fire, but his calculations were clearly wrong.

Everyone pays for their mistakes, and Captain Gordon is no exception. With his strong physical coordination, he avoided the key point with a twisted sideways, bullets embedded in his shoulder blades, although with weakened armor, But that impact made Gordon stagger in an instant.

The enemy would not let go of this obvious dawn, and the machete swung towards the trajectory buried under Gordon's head. The originally handsome face had been distorted in the battle, and he was about to kill this difficult enemy. Victory flush. There was no hold back.

With this knife down, it is a matter of life and death.

Although Gordon was shot in the shoulder, it did not mean that he was completely incapacitated.

He threw away his machete, bent his knees and leaned over, quickly approaching the ground in a rolling posture.

The machete slid across the back of his head, and the enemy who wielded the knife showed an incredible look. He couldn't imagine how fast it was to make the most correct judgment and use the most feasible technology in an instant. method.

Five or six reddish-brown hair flying in the air, this is all his achievements, because in the next second, he ushered in Gordon's thumping.

He put his hands on the ground, curled his body, and the soles of his shoes turned towards the hideous face.

boom!

It was the sound of Mickey firing, and the sentry was shot in the chest before falling toward the ground.

boom!

This was the sound of Gordon's feet kicking the enemy's chin, and the impact shattered the bones, sending the enemy flying out.

The enemy died six people in an instant, which completely established the outcome of this battle. The slaves began to realize what the remaining six overseers only had an empty pistol, a machete and a whip, and they had sixty. people.

Gordon didn't act anymore, wiped a handful of his hair wet with dirty water, then sat on the protruding stone, and motioned to Mickey and the others to look on indifferently.

They have done enough. If these slaves have no blood and no yearning for freedom, it means that the slavery is deeply rooted in their hearts, and they are saved in vain.

In this day and age, if people can't find self-help, they can only go to perdition.

The overseers formed a circle back to back and were trapped in the center of the mine. The only person with a gun tried to reload in the icy rain, but one hand slipped and a packet of projectiles fell on the ground.

"Damn it, get out of the way! Don't come near here."

They terrorized the slaves with knives, tried to get them to roll away, then leaned over and scooped the bullets out of the dirty water.

One of them saw Gordon standing on a stone in the distance, the devil in a red dress, and he shouted.

"Let us go! We are just doing things with money, and your sorrows and grievances have nothing to do with us!"

These overseers are also just some people who are running around. They may have been sailors or some pirates. As long as they are strong, they can eat here.

After all, people are running around, just to make a living, they are just the bottom people, and the only manager with some status has jumped over the wall and escaped.

"It's not up to me."

Gordon just watched silently, he was already a little tired, he once wanted to give pity to poor people, a life path with kindness in his heart, and death to those who did evil, but he forgot himself, and he was also just a poor man. That's all~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When his hands were stained with the blood of innocent people for the first time, just to save his friend Duncan, he began to realize that for the weak, talking about human nature is nothing but good and evil is a joke.

For their own survival, these things can be trampled on at any time.

Everything is false, and everything is allowed. It is only by letting every assassin throw away his morals, laws, and pity in order to achieve his goal in this ruthless world.

The constant approach of the slave put a lot of pressure on the overseer Nuo, and a whip threw out and hit a black slave directly in the face.

Sporadic blood swung into the air in the twitching of the whip, but the latter no longer had the cowardice of before, but let out a roar.

"Roar!"

It's hard to tell what's in this roar, humiliation? anger? Or the joy of freedom.

He only had a stick in his hand, which had been removed from a tattered tent, but he was full of indomitable progress in the face of the sword.

One person made a move, and everyone around moved. Maybe they didn't have any weapons. They just smashed the enemy with the shackles in their hands, facing the blade in their chests.

The overseer finally hacked to death the three people in the front, and then was directly smashed into flesh by the crowd who rushed forward. These slaves could not understand their begging for mercy, and perhaps even if they could understand, they would not soften at all.

Gordon sat on the stone and lit a cigar to relieve the pain in his body and his aching conscience. The rain soaked a lot of tobacco leaves, and even the smoke could not be drawn out.

There is no right or wrong at all, it's just a conflict brought about by different camps. On the one hand, for their own freedom, to find their own way of life, and on the other hand, they just want to eat and eat, but the result is to fight for their lives.

"Oh, what a **** world..."