Aldrich saw that the killing intent in Gordon's eyes was decided, and he was about to pull out the scimitar that had been set aside to make a final resistance, and then prepare to shout out to his men.

But Gordon wouldn't give him this opportunity at all, and stabbed Aldridge, but unfortunately, Aldrich, who was rolling and struggling, dodged the fatal blow to the point, and instead struggled to roll off the boat, and continued to touch the scimitar on the side.

Just when he had already touched the scabbard.

Gordon's scimitar had already fallen, slashing directly at Aldrich's hand.

"Ahh ”

The pain of his arm being severed completely shattered his mental defenses.

His wails were completely muffled by the torrential rain and the sound of the waves, filled with despair.

Blood stained the ground, and there was no mercy in Gordon's eyes, a person will pay the price for his actions after all, although it may come a little later.

The entire slave trade was driven by various capitalist countries, and the aristocracy, the royal family, were all supporters and participants in it, but Gordon could not control so much, he could only deal with the matter at hand.

The scimitar eventually pierced Aldrich's heart, ignoring what he said about the central bank's tens of thousands of gold coins, or more treasures buried on a small island.

Every silver coin on this ship was stained with blood, and Gordon was eager to blow it up, whether or not there would be a new ship to re-engage in the slave transport, but there would always be a few people saved.

Thinking of this, Gordon had an idea, and he had already begun to prepare for the transformation from an assassin to a terrorist, and that was to blow up the ship.

The Loren is a three-masted galleon, and in order to ensure that the voyage has a large displacement, it is already in the fourth class of ships in the classification of naval ships, close to the level of third-class battleships, and Gordon's Pearl still belongs to the smallest sixth-class, that is, reconnaissance ships and supply ships.

But a smaller boat also has the advantage of being smaller, and it is faster.

The Lorren, on the other hand, had nearly sixty guns, distributed on the deck, in the cabin, and in the bow, and that there were gunpowder storage compartments in various parts of the ship, and there should be a large one at the back of the ship.

Gordon said and proceeded to the cabin below deck, bypassing the sleeping sailors and heading for the bow with the help of the faint kerosene lamp in the cabin.

Found the gunpowder production compartment at the bow of the ship, and pushed the door open.

Gordon couldn't have walked in and lit those powder kegs himself, it was tantamount to looking for death, all he wanted was to pull out his short gun and and.

Bong!

The intense flames and impact knocked him straight to the ground, hurting his back, and then quickly climbed up the stairs to the deck.

The sailors all woke up in the midst of this explosion, which swept through the entire cabin, ignited all sorts of flammable things, and burned the ship, even on deck, because of this explosion that blew up the entire bow.

The head of the head fell into the sea with a clamour of horns, and even the heavy rain could not stop.

"Fight the fire, put out the fire!"

The sailors who woke up from their sleep did not realize what was happening, and their first reaction was to stop the flames, and if the ship continued to burn like this, everyone would have to be buried in the fire.

Listening to the sound of sailors running in the cabin, and the sound of the flames burning, Gordon felt extremely comfortable.

Sure enough, the explosion is the ultimate romance of men, and it is also a kind of art.

Blowing the smoke from the muzzle, he raised another musket and pointed it at the powder keg on the far deck.

This time the explosion was much smaller, but it still blew up the deck and the ship's side.

The others may not have realized what was happening, but Alva thought of it and immediately climbed onto the deck and headed towards the captain's quarters.

"Captain, Captain!"

Before Aldrich had come out to check on the explosion on the ship, Alva had already sensed that something was wrong, and when he saw the door of the captain's room half-hidden in the dark, his heart was even more cold.

Under the heavy rain, Alva did not smell blood, and then pushed open the door to see, under the light of the oil lamp, the bright red blood and corpse were so conspicuous, and the severed hand next to it proved that Aldrich was not peaceful when he died.

As the first mate of the ship, he naturally has to take over all the work after the death of the ship.

He had to tell the sailors again to take precautions, that an enemy had come in and seemed to want to blow up the entire ship.

But when he turned around, he saw the figure in the heavy rain, although he had never seen this assassin before, but the murderous aura and calm temperament on his body made him confirm this.

"Why did you find us?"

Still, Alva decided to ask what kind of vendetta had caused the Assassin to blow up the entire ship, not only after killing the main character of the ship.

Gordon didn't answer, but raised his musket directly, and the final target was in front of him, of course, a direct shot.

Bang!!!

The flame-jet projectile deflected in the rainstorm, and the slightest deflection gave Alva a chance to escape, grazing his arm and hitting the cabin.

Seeing Gordon raise his other pistol again and roll back into the captain's room, he hurried up to check on the captain, forgetting to bring his weapon at all, and the captain's room contained the captain's scimitar and musket.

Gordon stepped up and kicked open the door to the captain's quarters, and in the small space, both men drew their cutlass and began a one-on-one duel.

The musket was extremely slow to reload, dooming it to no possibility of reloading during the battle.

In close combat, the two scimitars were loaded together, making a crisp sound, and the strength was comparable.

Gordon kicked out, and Alva leaped backwards to get away from it, then stabbed him again.

Gordon swung his sword away from the stab, then continued closer, compressing Alva's dodge space.

During his career as an Assassin, he had accumulated a great deal of fighting skills, and Alva, although only a first mate, had also fought various pirates on the seas, so he was equally experienced.

At this time, it is all about momentum, perseverance, and endurance.

These aspects are undoubtedly better for Gordon, the old family has brought him abundant physical strength, even if his calf still hurts, but it can't stop him from getting bigger and stronger.

Alva eventually crashed into the closet while dodging, and took a knife in his hand, and began to lose his scimitar.

Taking a deep breath, the trembling scimitar pointed at Gordon.

"What kind of hatred do we have, I'm just the first mate, the captain has already been killed by you, why do you want to kill them all. ”