The Universal Three Lights of the Biochemical World

Finally, this sudden attack came to an end with a crisp whistle.

Upon hearing the signal, the assassins who had been unable to attack for a long time put away their weapons and chose to retreat strategically.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

The assassins in white robes, like a wave of waves, rushed towards the reef, then quickly disappeared, and once again merged into the vast sea called"the city"... After repelling the assassins, the group finally felt relieved. tone.

Looking at the corpses everywhere, Rogers wiped the sword in his hand with a handkerchief and sighed:"Everyone, what a fierce battle. I think I must have exercised enough today."

Then, sheathed the sword, Rogers said that he was about to return to England, and he hoped to bring back the title of governor.

After bidding farewell to Rogers, Torres ordered Dicas to escort the saint to the prison of the mansion, and then he came to Edward:"As for you, Mr. Walpole..."

As he spoke, he took the bag from his pocket. He took out a money bag - a suspiciously light bag,"Thank you"

"This is your reward and my first investment in you"

"Grateful."

Perhaps Edward's heroic performance in the battle proved that he would not be the assassin's spy.

Torres also asked him to come and watch during the interrogation tomorrow.

Edward naturally nodded in agreement.

However, inadvertently, Leon happened to watch There was an expression of dissatisfaction on Edward's face.

Seeing this scene, Leon couldn't help but sigh:"It seems that we should go down this road."······"

So while Edward was out, Leon returned to the Sea Wolf and drove the Sea Wolf out of the port of Havana.······

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As night fell, under the starless gray sky, the walls of the Torres mansion seemed like a black border. The chirping of insects was so loud that it almost drowned out the sound of gurgling water and the rustling of palm trees swaying in the wind.

Edward quickly looked left and right to make sure there were no guards nearby - then he flexed his fingers, jumped hard, and dragged his body up the wall. Then he lay down for a moment, paying attention to the movements around him while calming his breathing: such as the flying There were footsteps, warning cries, and the sound of swords being drawn from their scabbards.

Edward heard nothing but the sound of insects, running water, and the caressing of leaves. So he climbed down the wall and stepped onto the ground of the Governor's Palace in Havana.

He walked like a ghost through the garden and into the main building, clinging to the walls surrounding the courtyard.

The hidden blade on my right arm and the pistol strapped to my chest reassured me.

She wore a short sword on a belt under her tunic and wore a hood on her head. No one can see him. He can also kill people instantly.

Edward felt like he was about to deal a blow to those Templars. Even if rescuing the Saints wouldn't be enough to undo what they had done to me, it was a start. This was his first blow.

More importantly, he would learn the location of the observatory and get there before they did. This will hit them much harder. They'll be devastated. But I’ll think about this later when I have time to count the money.

As for the location of the prison in the Governor's Palace, I can only make a guess based on the available information - luckily he was right. There is a small courtyard outside the mansion. The walls are very high and... weird. Why is the door open?

Edward slipped through the door. Lighted torches on wall brackets illuminated the bloody scene. Four or five soldiers fell to the muddy ground, dead, with holes in their throats and bloody chests.

Edward had no idea where they had kept the sage, but one thing was certain: he was no longer here.

Edward heard a noise behind him, but it was too late to block the blow.

He quickly jumped forward and crouched on the dirt, but managed to save his head. A spear was inserted into the soil beneath my feet just now. The person holding the handle of the gun was a surprised soldier.

He quickly climbed up and grabbed his shoulders. At the same time, he kicked the gun handle, breaking it in half, and then slammed his body into it.

He rolled over like a landed fish, his body impaled by the shaft of his own gun, but I did not stay there to admire his death. The second soldier was already upon him, furious as anyone who sees his friend dead is.

Now he thought to himself, let's see if that method works every time. despair.

The hidden sword popped out, I used the blade to block his long sword, and then swung my backhand and slit his throat.

I pulled out the short sword from my waist in time and faced the third enemy. Behind him were two other soldiers armed with muskets. The shark was nearby, and he drew his sword, but watched the battle from the sidelines.

I saw one of the soldiers begin to grimace, and I knew that expression very well: it was the expression of the enemies who were rushing toward me on the deck.

He thrust his dagger and hidden blade into the soldier in front of him, then turned his body half a circle, and at that moment he fired.

The body of the dead soldier convulsed from the musket bullets.

He let go of the human shield, pulled a dagger from his belt, and prayed that his aim was as good as usual - after all, back home, Edward had spent countless hours practicing his knife-throwing skills against tree trunks..

Edward's prayer was answered. He aimed not at the man who had fired first—who was hurriedly reloading—but at the other man. He fell with the dagger embedded in his chest.

He immediately pounced on the remaining soldier and hit him in the abdomen with the fist with the Hidden Blade attached, causing him to cough a few times and then stop moving. I drew my hidden blade, and the drops of blood drew an arc in the night sky. Then I turned around, preparing to attack the shark.

He did not attack.

Not only that, he also slowed down the pace of the fight. Instead of attacking Edward immediately, he stood there and casually handed the sword to his left hand, then returned it to his right hand, and finally raised the blade and pointed it at himself. very good. At least there was no nonsense in this contest.

Edward roared and rushed forward, pulling out several sword flowers in the air with his dagger, hoping to make him dazzled or lose his sense of direction.

His expression remained almost unchanged, and he simply moved his elbows and forearms quickly, blocking Edward's attack with ease. He stared at Edward's left hand, the hand holding the sword. Before Edward could react, his dagger spun from my bloody fingers and fell to the ground.

This time Edward's only weapon was the Hidden Blade. He looked at Edward's movements, obviously already aware that I was unfamiliar with it.

Behind him, more guards gathered in the courtyard, and although I couldn't understand what they were saying, the implication was clear: I was no match for the shark; he would soon be finished.

This is also true. His last attack ended with a hard punch to my jaw. My teeth were chattering, my head was spinning, and I fell to my knees, then doubled over. Under my robe, blood gushed out from my sides like sweat, and my remaining fighting spirit disappeared in pain.