Gordon, as a junior Assassin, was already a little exhausted from the search of the guards, and this was the first time he had taken the path of an assassin, only to realize that it was not a game, that the enemy was not stupid, and that the British royal army was not so incompetent.

Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was Gordon's subconscious choice, and he escaped all the way to the red painted house, but Carol was no longer where she was.

Gordon didn't think much of it, but instead burrowed into the shadows below the stairs where Carol had been hiding before, the money bag he had put aside was gone.

Curl up as much as you can, completely in the shadows.

The loss of blood took away a large amount of body temperature, and when he fled, he didn't realize it, and when Gordon stayed here, he felt cold to the bone.

The rags that had bound the wound had been soaked with blood, but the smell of blood had dissipated in the sea breeze.

His eyelids grew heavier, his legs numb from the pain, and he wrapped his coat tightly, trying to bring himself some heat.

The guards searched everywhere with torches, probably because they were so impressed by Gordon's agile figure on the roof that they didn't even look for the stairwell below the brothel, and hurried farther away to set up a blockade.

At its most dangerous, a group of soldiers knocked on the attic door and asked if they had seen anyone suspicious.

Unbeknownst to them, however, the dangerous suspicious man was at their feet, hidden in the shadow of the torches.

Gordon was woken up again by a voice from upstairs, and after a short rest, he knew he couldn't stay here anymore.

You must know that according to the general handling of the port guard, early the next morning, there will be soldiers who will start searching the merchant ship, registering whether there are any missing people, in order to determine the identity of the deceased and the murderer, if he is not on the ship, I believe that Kulici will not betray him, but it is difficult to say whether the sailors will say that they will leak their mouths.

Heading back towards the coast, the place where the ship stays is in the port, and in order to facilitate unloading, it is possible to walk directly to the ship according to the planks laid in the port.

Therefore, as long as he is able to enter the sea, the distance from the ship is not far.

At this time, the roof did not dare to go any further, but avoided the patrol all the way, advancing from the shadows, and the pain in his legs could only be endured, and finally jumped from a high ground into the water.

In the captain's room of the Pearl, Gordon lay weakly on the ground, panting heavily, still with a little regret in his heart.

He finally arrived at the red-painted two-story building, and there was no extravagance, but things were not always as good as he thought, and the top priority now was to get the bullets out.

Gordon took off his Assassin costume, lit the fire, and bit down on a wet towel with his teeth.

The flames burned the blades of the dagger red, and even blackened a little under the smoke.

Fortunately, the musket was not so powerful at this time, and the projectile was round, not too deep, and stuck in the muscle.

The sharp blade cut a gap horizontally in the wound, and his hands trembled in pain, and he bit the towel in his mouth and let out a low groan of pain.

The other hand pulled the bullet out.

The blood-stained bullet fell to the ground, and Gordon finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the high concentration of alcohol poured into the wound to stop the bacterial infection, which was already the best disinfection measure in this era when there was no penicillin at all.

Without needle and thread, he could only use gauze to strangle the wound and use pressure to stop the bleeding, which was very rough and the wound healed slowly, but there was no way to do it.

He changed his bloody clothes, cleaned the blood from the floor, and threw it all into the furnace to burn to ashes, while the bullet taken from his body was thrown into the sea, and all traces were gone.

Lying comfortably on the bed, he began to count the loot this time.

Two gold rings, forty silver coins, and that inexplicable treasure map.

Gordon flipped through the treasure map, but instead of drawing any islands, it was a sea of sea, and he could clearly see the islands, the continents, and a red cross hit there, empty of the sea.

According to the nautical charts, this place is in the northwest of Havana, and you can try it when you arrive in Havana.

The next day, until the sun was high in the sky, Kulić looked at Gordon, who had not yet come out of the captain's quarters, and knocked on the door.

"Gordon! There's a port guard to check on people. ”

Bang Bang Bang!

"Gordon ......"

The door to the captain's room opened, and Gordon stared at the two black eye sockets, startling Kulic.

"Captain, were you beaten up last night, or were you drained of your essence by the Kraken?"

Legend has it that in the Caribbean waters, there is such a thing as a Siren, who uses its song to confuse sailors and then eat them!

Gordon shook his head and slapped his face to cheer up.

"Someone from the Harbor Guard?"

Kuric stepped out of the way, allowing Gordon to see the two guards begin to ask what was being recorded, and then look this way.

Of course, Gordon had to meet the official arrivals, although these people almost killed him last night, but now he is a law-abiding businessman, the captain of a merchant ship!

"Captain Gordon, is there any missing person on your ship?"

A well-dressed lieutenant with a black tricorne came and asked.

Gordon pretended to think for a moment, then shouted to the boatswain who was busy directing the sailors to wipe the deck, "Well, Mickey, are the sailors of the Pearl here?"

Boatswain Mickey began to count the number of people, and then replied, "All of them!"

Gordon nodded, then looked at the lieutenant, "It's all here." ”

The lieutenant saw that Gordon was quite cooperative, and he didn't suspect him, but just advised: "Three people died in the port last night, and their hands and feet are very clean, if you find any suspicious characters, report to the guard immediately." ”

Gordon smiled very sincerely, said he would do so, and sent the three soldiers out of the ship.

Kuric looked at Gordon, who was acting very abnormally, his facial expression could no longer be distorted, and he almost laughed out loud.

"What are you doing?"

Gordon thought for a moment, not knowing why Kuric had this expression.

"Of course, it's to cooperate with the navy to handle the case. ”

Kulic shook his head: "That's not how you arrested when you were scuffling with the guards. ”

Gordon took a deep breath, isn't this the first time I've been a little nervous about acting?

"First mate, clean up the cargo in the cabin again, whether there is any leakage in the hull, and whether the supply is sufficient. ”

Seeing that Gordon had already put out the captain's shelf, Kulich could only reply seriously: "These were checked in the morning." ”

"Then check again. ”