Gordon was a human being, and these slaves were the first time he had seen them in his life, and he had heard and talked about them, and that slaves were as humble as dust, sold like animals, and that they might have disgusted him, but he had never seen the psychological shock come with his own eyes.

He turned his head and glanced at Hasson again, and at the overseers around him, whose eyes showed no mercy, and who allowed the slaves to be shackled into their flesh, shivering in the muddy water, and unwilling to even pay an extra piece of black bread.

"I admit I was wrong. ”

Gordon muttered to himself, and only a few people around him could hear him.

"What's wrong, Captain?"

Mitch could see that Gordon's face was pale, of course, he hadn't looked good since he saw the slave trader, but now it was terrifying.

"I used to naively think that change doesn't need bloodshed and that hard-working people can make a good living. I was wrong, there is only money in this world, and there is no humanity, Mitch, will you follow in my footsteps?"

Gordon turned his head and smiled, as if he had figured something out, full of relief.

"Of course, Captain!"

Mickey had already seen the fierce light in Gordon's eyes, and instead of the slightest fear, he felt a little joy, and for the first time, he felt that he was closer to Gordon and came into contact with the unknown side of the captain.

"Captain Gordon, aren't you satisfied with these cargo?"

Hassan was a little unhappy with the whispers between Gordon and his men, he didn't want to spend an extra minute in this environment, slaves were almost the same, and there was nothing to choose from.

"Mr. Hasson, my boatswain and I are actually discussing something more important. ”

Gordon said this, a cruel smile on his face, and approached Hasson.

This time, he wasn't going to do any more night assassinations, because Gordon didn't have any plans to stay here for a day, and looked at the entire mine, with less than a dozen overseers and guards.

"What's the matter? I have to remind you Captain Gordon that my goods are not short of sales, and in two days' time, they will be ...... Ahem...... Cough...... Why ......"

He didn't finish his words, a sharp blade pierced directly into his chest, piercing his body through, blood kept pouring out of his mouth to block more words, his expression was distorted and painful, and his eyes staring at Gordon were full of incredulity.

He and this young man have no grievances, let alone conflicts of interest, and there are obviously more than a dozen armed guards here, which is simply looking for death.

In the end, he didn't hear the answer, so he fell to the ground, splashing a lot of water in the filthy mud puddle, and blood gushing out, staining the world a bright red.

"We're talking about your death, sir. ”

The blood of Gordon's scimitar splashed drop by drop in the sewage, and his expression revealed a kind of madness, I don't know if it was because of the distortion in his heart or this indifferent world.

This change made the people around him stunned for a few seconds, and Hassan was killed by the guests he brought, they were not affiliated with Hassen, and they were not clear about the background of the murderer.

Hassan had never imagined such a change, Bonnet had come too soon, and he had not even brought one of his men with him for his trust in the safety of the mine, and no one here cared whether he lived or died.

Of course, it was this stunned that he missed the best time to shoot.

Bang!!!

Three smoke bombs exploded on the sharp stones, and the smoke enveloped everything, and Gordon and his party disappeared from the mine.

The blood and smoke frightened the slaves, the screams were incessant, and the gun-wielding guards at the outpost did not dare to shoot in such a chaotic scene, and in that smoke there were eight overseers, Mr. Bonnet, countless running slaves.

Gordon and Mickey had already agreed, with the cover of smoke, they needed to kill everyone with guns first, Mickey couldn't see in the smoke, so the moment the smoke grenade exploded, they approached the outpost.

He himself turned on Hawkeye, and the world unfolded in black and white, orange dots of light marking the location of each human.

The smoke only lasted ten seconds, and he had to move quickly.

Recently, a gun-wielding overseer was the best target, and Gordon walked through the white smoke like a ghost.

The stout overseer sensed that the situation was not good, his right hand was already clenched on his chest, and his other hand was touching the grip of the gun, and with the help of memory, he retreated towards the periphery.

A panicked slave approached with the sound of chains as he ran, and the nervous overseer pulled out his musket without caring for the lives of the slaves.

Bang!

The slave was hit directly by a shot at close range, and the slave fell to the ground, the wound made a large wound in the chest, and he was killed before he could scream.

The firelight and gunfire irritated everyone's nerves, and the scene became even more chaotic.

"Fire, everybody!"

The supervisor standing on the wall of the outpost gave the order, he no longer cared about the death of these people, and at this time, it was true that he could only live.

Bang bang!!!

Scattered bullets and smoke rose with fire, and almost everyone was frightened crazy, many of the slaves threw themselves on the ground and shivered, and some were even so frightened that they did not move, and the overseers slashed and killed anyone who came close, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Gordon's sleeve stabbed through the heart of the overseer, who was the apex predator in the smoke.

Leaving the still warm corpse behind, he targeted an overseer in a lower position.

The body jumped up with billowing smoke, breaking through the limit of distance, from top to bottom, the sharp scimitar flashed with a chilling cold light, stabbing people's eyes and throwing blood beads in the air, unstoppable!

The scimitar made a graceful arc through the air, stabbing directly into the overseer's head.

With the resistance of the sword slashing into the bone, half of the enemy's head was cut off from the forehead to the jaw, and brains and blood gushed out at the same time.

This process took less than three seconds, and the enemy fell to the ground, and he didn't even have time to swing his sword to block.

This vicious way of killing completely broke the tense nerves of the enemy.

"Kill him, shoot!"

The director of the mine, as he staggered to jump over the wall to escape, shouted hysterically that he no longer had the courage to face the enemy head-on.

The men at the outpost were trembling with their hands trembling and cold sweat on their foreheads, and they caught a glimpse of Captain Gordon in a red suit, and for a moment he seemed to see a demon crawling out of the abyss.

He finally reloaded his bullets, and when he looked up, he saw a scimitar handed by a stranger.

A trace of cold ran through his neck, warm blood gushed out of his body, and he dropped his spear and covered his neck with his hand in vain, the blood that entered his lungs made him speechless.

The last of his consciousness stopped at the hard blow of the knee, and he closed his eyes in a whirlwind.