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"They are so presumptuous that they even dare to search the mansion in the garden district." Shanna's cheeks flushed with exasperation.

"I'll leave right away." Gordon took the bandage from Shanna's hand, wrapped it in a fur trench coat, wrapped it in a wide robe and turban of the locals, and put on makeup as quickly as possible.

"I heard that a thief broke into the palace of the Shuffleboard chieftain, and the chief will stir up the army. Wait a few days to catch the thief, and you'll be back. Shanna reluctantly tidied up the collar for Gordon, and the towering **** rubbed against his back, thick and elastic.

Outside the door, there was the anxious urging of the guards, and a group of soldiers forced their way into the house, scattered and searched, and several people went straight to the second floor.

"You're here, of course I'll be back. Say hello to your brother for me, and let him arrange that as soon as possible. Gordon slapped his backhand on the widow's soft waist and turned around and ran to the balcony.

The streets were lined with soldiers, who searched every house one by one, and only the mansions of the nobles were exempt. Some aristocrats stood on the windowsill with their slave girls in their arms, laughing and pointing, and mocking the wealthy merchants on weekdays.

With a "bang", the glass window in the distance exploded violently, and debris flew up. The nobleman behind the window screamed like a pig, and the teapot in his hand fell off. An iron thistle pierced through the window, wiped his turban, and nailed deep into the peacock carpet hanging on the wall.

The nearby soldiers were alarmed by the sound and rushed over. Frightened and angry, the nobleman exclaimed, "Assassin! Bandit! Defend me, you idiots, or send all of you junks to the gallows! ”

Attracted by everyone's attention, Gordon jumped out of the balcony and landed on the canopy. With the sole of his foot kicking the trunk of the tree, he jumped again with his strength, and swept over more than a dozen date palm trees in a row.

A nobleman, who was watching the bustle on his terrace, caught a glimpse of Gordon and could not help but exclaim: "There he is, above the tree!" Catch this monkey! Damn, he's coming! Where's the guards, hurry! Oh no—"

A long hook rope was thrown out of Gordon's hand and secured the iron railing of the terrace. Gordon grabbed the hook and climbed as if flying, approaching the aristocratic mansion in the blink of an eye.

Only then did the soldiers notice the anomaly, and rushed to turn around and surround this side. Two sturdy guards rushed out from behind the nobleman, one drew his sword and slashed at the hook, the other protected the nobleman and quickly retreated.

"Ding!" The blade slashed into the tough rope woven with blue-haired steel wire, splashing a little bit of spark. The guard froze for a moment, then activated the source power of the black lead level, raised the scimitar and slashed again.

The scimitar swung halfway through, suddenly out of his hand, and landed limply on the rope. The guard fell to the sky, a star dart embedded deep in his eyebrows.

Gordon tugged at the hook and soared into the air, climbing onto the terrace, catching up with the fleeing nobleman in a few ups and downs. The other guard roared in anger and slammed his fists into either of Gordon's temples, his knuckles humming with spikes.

Gordon jumped abruptly and threw himself into the other's arms, his middle finger popping out lightly, right in the middle of the Adam's apple. With a crisp cracking sound, a flower of blood oozed from the guard's throat. Gordon swung his elbow, and the corpse flew straight out, hitting the nobleman's leg. The latter stumbled and fell, his front teeth knocked out, and blood flowed all over his mouth.

"I pay the ransom! Don't kill me! The nobleman shouted in a panic, and the two black lead-level personal guards were killed in an instant, and he was so frightened that he was not possessed. He was in a hurry to get up, but was hooked by Gordon's toes, and fell into the mud again.

"Where is the Secret Passage?" Gordon asked in a deep voice, many nobles will build escape tunnels or secret rooms at home in case of accidents. The reason why he caught up with the other party was to get out with the help of the secret passage.

The nobleman shook his head with a sad face: "This is my other house for raising a slave girl, how can there be any secret way?" ”

At this time, the soldiers gradually gathered towards the house, and there were crowds of people everywhere, swords and spears were in the forest, and the whistle of the guard echoed in the air violently. The nearby nobles hid behind the curtains and stomped their feet and cursed, and the merchants gloated with schadenfreude.

Gordon took off his robe and grabbed the nobleman and ran downstairs. More than a dozen guards stepped on the stairs and ran up one after another, a scimitar with a bright handle dancing.

Gordon lifted the nobleman in front of him. The guards who arrived first froze and quickly put away their knives. Gordon took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, and the ice chrysanthemum dagger slashed through the other party's throat.

The other guard hesitated, and Gordon had already kicked him in the chest. The ripples of the breath microtechnique vibrated layer by layer, and the heart suddenly exploded, and the blood of the minced flesh splattered.

The third guard was like a great enemy, with his sword in his chest, firmly stuck the passage at the staircase, and held on. Gordon slammed into it with impunity, using the nobleman as a shield and slamming it into the opponent's blade.

The nobleman screamed in fear, and the guards retreated. Gordon let go of the nobleman, his left palm was like a knife, and he **** guarded the throat like lightning. Then he reached out and grabbed the nobleman who had not yet landed, and rushed to the next guard.

"Kill!" The guard squatted down and slashed Gordon at his right ankle with a roar, making it difficult for him to use the hostage as a shield.

Gordon's right leg swayed dexterously, and the source force spider silk condensed the soles of his feet and pulled back. The stairs were originally covered with a whole red camel hair carpet, but it was pulled by the spider silk of the source force, and the carpet also slid quickly. Several of the guards standing on it suddenly became unsteady on their feet and fell on their backs. Gordon swung his dagger and rushed forward, killing three people in an instant.

Blood splattered like waves in the direction he was running. Gordon went on a rampage all the way, as if he were in a no-man's land. These guards were not able to use the source power, but also cast rat traps, like weak lambs being slaughtered one by one. In a few breaths, corpses littered the stairs, and more than a dozen guards were killed by Gordon. The nobleman trembled with fright and retched vigorously.

Gordon rushed to the hall on the first floor, where the servants were fleeing and hiding. A fat cook ran to the edge of the closed door, and was about to pull the latch when she was killed by a shuttle dart shot by Gordon.

Through the crack in the window, Gordon saw that the soldiers had broken into the garden outside the house, and the surrounding area was flooded, and the strong bows and arrows were aimed at the doors and windows, and they were ready to wait.

"Bang the door, slam the door open!" A captain-like man shouted orders, and the soldiers swarmed up, banging on the gate again and again.

"Bang-Bang-Bang!" The carved red copper gate trembled and made a deafening sound. "Hit me hard!" "Be careful, don't hurt the lord inside!" Mixed with wild screams, the latch finally broke with a screeching sound.

With a bang, the door was slammed open, and a dark smoke poured out from behind the door, and the choking smoke filled the air, and the scorching flames filled the field of vision, and the entire hall of the mansion was plunged into flames.

The soldiers coughed and ducked, unable to see what was going on inside. "Rush in and put out the fire! Go fetch water, hurry, don't think about it if the old man inside dies! The captain changed color and shouted, some soldiers took off their robes and rushed in to beat the flames, and some looked for pots and buckets to fill water to put out the fire, and the scene was a pot of boiling porridge.

A moment later, a soldier blackened by smoke stumbled out of the flames, holding a fainting nobleman in his hands. "I've found my lord!" He let go of the nobleman and fell to his knees gasping for breath.

"Well done! Surround the house, don't let that bastard escape! The captain immediately picked up the nobleman, and the soldier followed him closely, squeezing out the surging crowd.

When they came to the intersection, the soldiers suddenly added, turned several street corners in a row, walked farther and farther, and disappeared behind the high wall.