In the darkness of the night, Gordon searched for Amos, a dark world where there were only a few lighted taverns, inns, prisons, and mansions on the hills northwest of the harbor, which already belonged to the Doge.

From time to time, patrolling guards roam aimlessly through the streets to prevent theft, robbery, rape or murder in the darkness.

He kept dodging the patrol, and then returned to the tavern during the day, the previous mess had been cleaned up, and it had been restored to its previous dilapidated appearance, and there was a faint light in the red-painted two-story building on the side, mixed with the laughter and moaning of women.

He tried not to look in that direction, but he saw the familiar figure in the dark corner of the staircase.

Carol was not as strong as she had imagined, and she had realized that she might be retaliated against by Amos, and she did not dare to go back.

Seeing such a weak body shivering in the cold wind of the night, Gordon hesitated for a long time, but he finally couldn't bear to leave, he didn't dare to step forward at all, for fear that he couldn't control it at all, he was now an assassin, and the more entanglements would bring this woman more trouble.

Gordon ended up quietly leaving a bag of silver coins beside her, about twenty or thirty, a small amount, but the only thing he could do now.

Turning to leave, he came to another tavern.

This tavern is more advanced than the previous one, the people who drink outside are only the lowest sailors, drinking the worst ale, the people here are much better dressed, maybe the captains of the various ships, the first mate, there are different kinds of cocktails, good solid wood tables, some delicious food, the escort girls who work in it are good-looking, and of course the consumption here is higher.

Gordon's entry silenced the bar, and the man in this costume had to hide his face in the dark, the scimitar hanging from his waist was not very sophisticated, but he had two delicate muskets pinned to his chest, and the neat costume did not look like a man begging for a living on the sea, but more like the British Royal Navy.

He walked to the bar, and the bartender at the bar was a sturdy man, accustomed to seeing all kinds of people in the tavern, whether pirates or navy, as long as they followed the principle of not asking too much, not saying more.

I remembered the sound of two silver coins striking on the wooden table.

"A glass of rum. ”

Gordon's innocuous behavior caused the men to gradually let their guard down, and then continued to drink and chat, not like the sailors shouting, but talking quietly.

A glass of rum was placed in front of Gordon, and the bartender, who was about to leave, was stopped by him, and ten more silver coins were placed on the bar counter, without attracting anyone's attention.

"I'm looking for Aldrich, the captain of the Doron. ”

The bartender looked at Gordon's outfit and then at the silver coins on the countertop, hesitated, but finally put them away and leaned over Gordon's ear.

"Aldrich has just left from here and is on his way to Amos, a jailed boatswain. ”

After saying that, he turned his head and continued to go about his business, as if nothing had happened.

Gordon drank the rum from his glass, then walked out of the tavern and hurried towards the location of the prison.

At the gate of the prison at this time.

Some of the fierce and vicissitudes of the Doron captain Aldrich and first mate Alva stood outside the drawbridge.

His eyes were sharp, his long hair was tied back, and his face had stubble, but he was cleanly cleaned up, and he wore a luxurious trench coat, not at all like a merchant captain with little profit.

Amos walked out of the prison with a puffy face and looked like he had suffered a bit in prison, and Aldrich was unceremoniously kicked him in the stomach.

Amos clutched his stomach in some pain, but did not dare to complain.

"I had a good dinner with Alva after I found out you were caught, and I didn't come to bail you out until now, do you know why?"

Amos shook his head, of course even if he knew, Aldrich didn't like someone to interrupt him.

"Because for giving you a long memory, this is the third time this month, do you really think that my money is all blown by the wind or picked up?"

Amos hurriedly raised his head to defend himself: "Captain, it's all that hairy boy who provoked ......"

"Shut up! If things don't work out, you'll fuck me off, and I'll disappear now. ”

He stopped arguing, knowing that the captain was not joking this time, but was genuinely angry.

Aldrich turned and left, and Alva, the first mate behind him, simply went up and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, and followed the captain away.

When the two were gone, Amos spat and his eyes glistened with resentment.

"There's a chance to kill you. ”

After speaking, he limped in another direction, he can't go back to the hotel tonight, so he can only find the little ** during the day to vent.

At this time, the two sailors who were hiding in the corner not far away, who were also the henchmen who were fighting with Amos today, ran out and helped him to walk outside.

Gordon came out of the shadows, of course it was the best opportunity for all three of them to be there, but there were guards on duty on the drawbridge, and there were outposts on it, he didn't want to cause the whole city to hunt down, his assassin physique was only rudimentary, and he was not a million enemies, and his swords and guns were not long-sighted.

He hesitated, but gave up on assassinating Aldrich and Alva, the first mate, he had already remembered the appearance of the two, and there were still many opportunities to do it, and at this time he had to kill Amos to stop the damage to Carol.

Amos and the two sailors walked on the road to the brothel, the kerosene lamp hung a little dimly, and the patrol looked at his face as they passed by, recognized it as Amos, who had only been arrested in prison during the day, and waved his hand to continue the patrol.

Gordon followed them all the way from the rooftop, constantly looking for an opportunity to strike, watching the patrol gradually move away, and finally found the best time to strike in a dimly lit alley.

The three of them, who were dazed and ignorant, did not feel the imminence of death at all.

Gordon's Hidden Blade popped out, caught eye at the necks of the two sailors, and jumped straight through the air.

As the sound of a sharp blade piercing into flesh sounded, blood sprayed on the street, and Amos, who was already unsteady on his feet, fell directly to the ground.

The blade pierced from the back of the neck, cutting the cervical vertebrae and trachea, and the two sailors didn't even scream as two corpses fell to the ground, and the gradual smell of blood and sticky blood made Amos realize what was happening.

In the slave trade, these sailors must have been stained with the blood of black people, and although the mission required only the head of the enemy, Gordon did not have any mental obstacles to killing these ordinary sailors.