Gordon brandished his scimitar and slashed directly at the chest of the first soldier, the flesh flipping and blood splattering.

He kicked the slashed soldier out with a single kick, and then began to rush towards more and more soldiers, he had no choice, once he was caught between the people on both sides, it must be a dead end, this is the experience of the long history of the assassin career, no matter how strong a person is, as long as he is held by one person, then he is not far from death.

The left and right scimitars slashed down, and the most delicate third scimitar struck directly at Gordon's abdomen.

"Open it for me!"

Gordon wielded his scimitar and swung all three knives in front of him, kicking away the soldier in the middle and slashing at the necks of the other two, splashing blood directly on Gordon's face.

The soldier knelt down with his neck clutched, staring at Gordon with puzzlement at how fast someone had a knife.

Before the blade in their hands fell to the ground, Gordon caught it, and then started working left and right.

In my experience as an assassin, I didn't have the skills to use the double knife at all, but at this time, I didn't care about it in order to increase my attack damage.

He relied on his twin knives to kill a bloody path directly through the crowd, a road that was truly paved with blood, and corpses and stumps were sprinkled all over the corridor.

Gordon, covered in blood, did not dare to stop for the slightest, and there was already a gunshot behind him, and he reached the end of the corridor, turned over and climbed onto the roof again.

A new chase has begun.

Gordon's blood was not only on the enemy's, but also on his own, and in the melee, he was stabbed at least five times, and those two points of armor became the hole card for survival.

Holding his bleeding abdomen, he continued to run higher, farther away, and only then could he break free.

Bang bang!!!

A round of bullets came straight from the unknown rooftop, and this time, he didn't have such good luck again, the shot in the leg caused him to fall to the ground in pain, and the palm of his hand rubbed a bloody line on the roof.

"Get up, get up, Gordon, you can't die here!!"

He gritted his teeth and let out a loud roar, crawled up with all his strength, and limped on, looking at the clock tower in the distance so slim, this was his hope.

The blood blurred his vision, and the footsteps behind him grew closer, and at this moment, he finally felt the proximity of death.

Two white-robed Assassins rolled straight up from below, and a bomb with a fuse was dropped at the feet of the pursuing soldiers.

Rumble!

The flying shrapnel killed the dense crowd enormously, and the impact of the explosion directly collapsed the roof, causing a large area to collapse and spread in the direction of Gordon's escape.

The two Assassins looked at each other, then ran decisively towards the rear, taking a wounded Gordon with him.

The ground was already full of Templars and Guards in pursuit, and it was a dead end to go down.

One man's escape has become two people carrying one person on his back, and death is behind him, and they must seize the only way to survive - the clock tower by the river.

Almost all of the soldiers didn't understand why the Assassins were running towards a desperate place, a height at which there was no chance of surviving even if they jumped into the river.

The soldiers climbed onto the roofs and followed the Assassin past house after house, towards the bell tower in the distance.

"Can you still climb?"

A white-robed assassin asked Gordon.

And Gordon could only grit his teeth and smile bitterly: "It's okay." ”

Is there any other option at this time? If you can't keep running, it's death.

The three men climbed to the top of the bell tower, followed by a large number of soldiers and a constant stream of bullets.

Bang ...... Bang

The midday bell remembered that the chase had been going on all morning.

Gordon, with the help of two Assassins, finally made it to the top, watching the Templars who were still climbing below, and not far from the guards with bullets in their arms.

"For free will!"

The two Assassins looked at each other, then at Gordon, and then leaped from the top into the distance.

At that moment, Gordon seemed to see two eagles, they were so fearless, so free, that faith had been freed from the shackles of the flesh and had become a substantial faith.

"Leap of Faith ......"

Gordon watched such a shocking scene, it was simply incomprehensible, the falling figure was like an eagle soaring in the sky, a swimming fish returning to the sea, height is not an obstacle, but a freedom!

Gordon was an Assassin, but had never attempted a Leap of Faith, and it was not something that could be brought about by a physical enhancement.

He looked at the Templars who were climbing below, their blood-red eyes full of killing, death.

Feel the countless wounds of the body, the cold wind on the tower, and the hustle and bustle of the city.

But all this is slowly fading, all together are calm, life is so bland, bondage, only that height, is the only freedom to be liberated, even if it is for a moment.

Gordon spread his hands and leaped forward!

The wind whistled in his ears, and the feeling of weightlessness made his body tense, but suddenly, he heard a loud eagle chirping.

The icy water of the river filled his body, soaking through the wounds and washing away the blood of the river, and the Assassins finally escaped alive.

All the pursuing guards were at a loss, the Templars were furious, and the Assassins had escaped from under their noses for centuries with this set, and the bows and arrows of the Cold Weapon era could not be stopped, and the bullets of the current day could not be stopped.

A gray-robed Assassin killed their captain and then fled, the greatest humiliation the Templars had ever faced.

"Sir, what should we do?"

The soldiers of the guard looked at each other, and then asked the colonel who commanded them.

The colonel shook his head: "Pick up the bodies of your brothers and go back!"

"Aren't we chasing?"

"Chase me and chase me back to block the port, and no ship can sail, and I will go from house to house to inspect. ”

"Yes sir!"

The soldiers of the guard began to gradually withdraw, and a search covering Havana began.

At this time, Gordon climbed onto the ship from the side of the Jackdaw, and then lay directly on the deck, unable to move at all.

He has really reached his limits, both physically and mentally.

The news of a major event in Havana had reached the Jackdaw, and the whole city was full of uncertainty and turmoil, and all sailors were not allowed to leave the ship under the strict prohibition of the Kurich, knowing that this was a Spanish port, and they outsiders could easily be captured.

A sailor who was bored sleeping on the deck heard the sound, and then came over to check, of course they had seen Gordon's outfit, and there were usually sailors who envied this cool, but now it was full of knife wounds.

"Captain, Captain, come on, ......"