Amos was no longer inhumane in the transport of black slaves, the women in it could be raped and toyed with at will, thrown into the sea when they died, and gave these humble slaves food every day barely starvation, and beat them at the slightest discomfort, and these slaves who had been injured in the slave hunting war could not survive the moment they came ashore in the warehouse with extremely poor sanitary conditions, and the treatment was the same, thrown directly into the sea.

Even when he was in a bad mood, he picked two dying black slaves to kill for fun, fed seabirds with their meat, and even fished.

In his words, these things would not have survived the day they came ashore, and it would be a waste of food to keep them, so it would be better to use some residual heat.

Even such a cruel executioner pees his pants in the face of the threat of death.

A smell of urine mixed with the smell of blood rose in the air, and when I opened my mouth, I wanted to scream, or I wanted to beg for mercy.

But Gordon couldn't hear all this, because he directly covered Amos's mouth and pressed him to the ground.

The sharp Hidden Blade was right next to Amos's throat, so he didn't dare to move at all.

With his other hand, Gordon lifted his hood, revealing his masked face, and in the dim light, he recognized the murderous assassin in front of him as the one he had been fighting with during the day.

"Looks like you still know me. ”

A sneer tugged at the corner of Gordon's mouth.

Amos's expression was terrified, and the whimpering sound from his mouth was only a plea for mercy.

"I let you see my face clearly just for one thing, and that is that when you go to hell to be tortured, you can remember that it was I who ended your life. ”

The sharp blade cut through Amos's throat and the major arteries on both sides.

Amos clutched his neck, gasping violently, trying to provide some oxygen to his lungs, but instead of air, he brought in more blood, and finally he stared at Gordon's face, trying to reflect it in his soul.

Gordon had dodged when his blood was splashing, but his hands and Hidden Blade were still stained with blood, and he casually tore the clothes from a corpse and wiped it, and then began to scavenge the belongings of several people.

In order to avoid this incident from being linked to the conflict during the day, he can only disguise it as a robbery and murder.

A small bag of silver coins, and a gold ring on his hand, eventually recovered a piece of parchment from Amos's corpse, with abstract lines and red markings proving that it seemed to be a treasure map pointing to an area?

Gordon shook his head, then slipped his hand into his arms.

This is just the beginning, and there are still two lives to be harvested for him.

Aldrich and Alva were not heading in the docks, so it should be a hotel in that direction, and Gordon could only gamble his luck and try to go in that direction to find the traces of the two.

He continued to climb to the roof, his black figure continuing to streak through the air.

A mouse hurried past the carcass, and a black cat following it stopped, sniffed the pungent smell of blood, barked softly, and then continued to chase the mouse, but its blood-stained limbs had formed bright red footprints on the ground.

Gordon crouched on the roof across from the hotel, looking at the small two-story building opposite, the lights that had gone out made it impossible for him to tell which room Captain Aldrich and Alva were in, and he was quietly waiting for clues to appear, or to visit one by one late at night.

As far back as an Assassin, he had enough patience to do the job.

But the distant sound of alarm bells and the constantly running personnel made him aware of the exposure of the action.

Looking at the lights from the distant Guard headquarters and the gunmen running out of it, Gordon had no choice but to retreat, and the assassin hid in the darkness, missing a single blow and fleeing thousands of miles away.

Before the light of the torches shone here, Gordon began to run towards the docks, as soon as he returned to the Coco, he would be safe, absolutely no one would have thought that such a young captain would turn into an assassin in the dark of night to kill such three people who were not important at all.

But when he arrived at the docks, Gordon realized that he was wrong, the guards were not fools, and before the large army could be dispatched, the entire dock was blocked, in case the murderer was a sailor of a certain ship, and returned to his ship.

The firelight lit up the entire dock red, and one guard after another began to circle the crime scene, breaking down doors and searching for any suspicious people, and even the prison guards were mobilized.

On the sea, it is not surprising that a few people have died, but in the port, in order to ensure the safety of the citizens, the guards also let these people hand over their money to ensure their safety, and the search is very strong.

On the high post, soldiers had already begun to climb up with guns, and any suspicious personnel would be detected and shoot without hesitation.

Even if it can't hit, it can point the way to the ground personnel.

Even the roof is not a safe place to stay right now.

"He's there!"

A sharp-eyed sentry spotted Gordon's trail and fired without hesitation.

Bang!!!

The sound of gunfire echoed far and far in the open night sky, providing direction for the guards who were searching the ground.

The shot didn't hit, but hit Gordon's feet, splashing a lot of ballast.

Gordon didn't hesitate, turned and ran, along the roof.

He didn't dare to go down at all, and if he was blocked in the streets, he was really cornered.

Knowing his movements, the guards also began to climb to the rooftops, and although they were inefficient and clumsy, they could not stand the crowd, and more and more guards began to raise their guns and fire at the galloping Gordon.

Gordon had already used all his strength to run, and the bullets were left behind him, and one projectile after another hit the back behind him, so that he did not dare to stop.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his leg, and finally one of the lucky ones hit him, losing his balance and falling under the house.

Fortunately, he was already out of the encirclement here, and the guards did not find him so quickly.

Gordon got up from the ground, then tore off a long strip of cloth from his clothes, stopping the bleeding from the wound on his leg, and began to stagger towards where the guards had not yet arrived.

The leg injuries caused him to quickly lose his ability to move, and then hid in the darkness of the building, gasping for breath.

There were constantly patrolling guards coming this way with torches, and this was no longer a place to stay.