As Edward began to follow Roberts to the roof of the house, and chased him all the way, a gray-clad assassin descended from the sky and stabbed Torres in the chest in front of Julian and Woods.

"No!"

Torres shouted, drew his sword again and rushed over, and Gordon looked at Torres, who was constantly spitting blood in front of him, staring at his face covered by his hat, full of pain and despair, this knight leader who finally died under Edward's blade, here, died directly under Gordon's hidden blade.

Seeing Woods, who had already pounced, and Julian, who had raised his musket, Gordon dodged and fled into the distance.

There was no reason, and Gordon himself didn't know why he would impulsively kill this innocent person, this person who had nothing to do with him, no hatred.

But watching the Assassins go after them, forgetting their lives and death, they obeyed their credo with their lives - freedom!

He finally struck down and killed the head of the Paladins, the governor of Havana.

"Catch him for me!Inform all the guards, the Knights Templar, to capture this assassin for me, and break him to pieces!"

Woods was a little hysterical, looking at Torres who fell to the ground, and then fell to his knees helplessly, tears streaming down his face.

Torres was his mentor and led him on the path of the Paladin, telling him what is right and what is wrong, that stability is above all else, and that all rebels must be eliminated, and that the world will have peace and a better future under the guidance of the Templars.

Therefore, he is crazy and bloodthirsty in dealing with his enemies, and these dead people are only contributing to a better future, so that the world can be restored to peace and war.

But when Torres collapsed in front of him, Woods burst into tears, their plan was so smooth that if they found the Observatory, they would be able to achieve their goal for thousands of years, and at this time, Torres fell.

"Don't be sad, kid ......"

Torres gulped blood, blocked his last words, then just shook Woods' hand, and then there was no life.

Julian stood aside, his short gun falling to the ground weakly, and his face could not hide the sadness and regret, but instead of tears, he took a deep breath and chased in the direction of Gordon's escape.

Gordon began to run on the rooftops, heading into the distance, he did not dare to return to the docks, if he did so, it would likely result in Gordon's innocent identity being called a pirate, along with the Jackdaw.

It's daytime, it's not like an assassination at night, you can leave quickly under the cover of night, there are three soldiers behind him who are constantly pursuing, and the alarm bells that come to mind everywhere make the whole city even more noisy, countless guards rushed out of their outposts, and began to surround the white-robed, gray-robed assassins throughout the city.

Gordon's final assassination directly drove the Knights Templar crazy, attracted a lot of hatred, and also made the guard go crazy, that was the governor of Havana, a governor was stabbed to death on his own territory, whether it was within the Knights, or Havana will usher in a big reshuffle, and these assassins are their bargaining chips. Running wild on the rooftops, the mid-level Assassin Boost gave him plenty of stamina.

Bang bang!!!

A steady stream of gunfire came from the streets, and the target was Gordon as he galloped.

When he saw the group of muskets below, he already sensed that something was wrong, and rolled to the side, dodging the muskets, but almost falling straight from the roof.

Eventually, Gordon pulled onto the eaves, stopped the fall, and climbed back up, but the chasing Templars got closer.

"Ahh

A heavy knight's sword slashed directly at Gordon's face, the knight was so powerful, and his thick body was two circles larger than Gordon's.

The heavy sword was accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, and it was simply unstoppable.

Gordon leapt backwards, dodging the fatal blow, and the other two Templars lunged on him.

Boom! poof......

Looking at the more soldiers surrounding him, he decisively threw two smoke grenades and charged towards a Templar.

The smoke obscured their vision and filled their lungs, but it didn't affect Gordon.

"Hawkeye ......"

The gray world unfolded before his eyes, and the three orange-red lights showed him the way.

He quickly lunged at the Templar who was the leader, stabbing the latter in the stomach from the front with his sharp scimitar, and then pulled out the scimitar with a sharp kick in the middle of the flip, hitting the second knight in the neck with such force that he pulled the knight straight out of the roof and fell down the street below.

The third knight was already brandishing his greatsword frantically, and although he couldn't see it, he tried to stop the assassin from approaching.

And Gordon pulled out the musket directly.

Bang!

And at this moment, the fallen paladin let out a scream, the floor is not high, but it should have broken a lot of bones.

The fog prevented the soldiers from continuing to shoot, but it did not stop them from approaching, and the team of dozens of people continued to rush to the roof of the house, fearlessly plunging into the smoke.

Gordon gritted his teeth, and there was no way out of the endless pursuit and interception, but now was definitely not the time to give up.

He took a step, picked up his speed, and leaped toward the house across the street......

Click!

He smashed directly into a window and completed a five-meter leap.

"Quick, surround him, catch him!"

The two soldiers tried their best, but they hit their heads on the wall and bleed, and then fell into the street below.

Seeing that the two of them failed in their attempts, the people with a lot of people chose to lie down the stairs again and chase from the ground.

"Ah!!h

A family had just gotten out of bed when the little girl screamed when she saw Gordon rushing in.

The force of the landing made Gordon's legs uncomfortable, but he still got up from the ground, and then ran a little twisted and farther away.

"He's there!"

The soldiers who rushed upstairs spotted Gordon in the hallway, and then rushed up with his machete raised.

Gordon turned his head to leave, only to start seeing soldiers behind him.

"Damn it!"

He chose the most helpless decision, which was to fight his way out.

For a long time, he avoided causing more killing, more blood, these soldiers had no hatred with him at all, and he was not a member of the Knights Templar, but now he could no longer keep his hand, this was a war, either you die or I die.

Gordon pulled out his musket, shot it at the soldier who was rushing forward, and drew his scimitar.

"Let's all die!"