Captain Wayne and Flint's men came a little too quickly, and there was a lot of disruption to Gordon's plans, and the Assassin's strength was in the assassination, and if Marcos was unprepared, he could make sure that he could kill him in an instant.

Of course, there are two sides to things, at least he doesn't have to worry about how to get out of the way.

"Mitch, keep the door guarded and don't let anyone in. ”

Gordon shouted, then pounced.

In such a narrow space, one more person creates a lot of variables.

"Ridiculous privateers, who are following Eleonor's orders, what do you think will happen to the British Navy?"

"Interests, at least until I'm useful, won't do anything to me. ”

"Pray, Captain Gordon, and pray that day will come later. ”

Marcos's words seemed to contain some kind of ineffable past, but it wasn't for Gordon to think about anymore, because the wielded scimitar was right in front of him.

Marcos's knife was fast, like a white stream, flashing red with a candle flame.

Gordon didn't have any idea of dodging, he directly raised his right hand and stepped forward with the help of the sturdiness of the gauntlet.

The blade sliced through Gordon's sleeve but couldn't get an inch, and his sleeve stabbed straight into Marcos' throat.

Marcos drew his knife and slashed down at the cold light.

Clang!

Gordon's assassination was rung open, revealing his gaping chest.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Marcos changed his knife for the third time, holding the dagger in his backhand, using both hands at the same time, and the blade was pointed directly at Gordon's chest.

Of course, the experience of pirate combat limited his imagination, and he completely underestimated Gordon.

The sleeve of his right hand was instantly tucked into the sleeve, and his body leaned back to the right, and his right hand was propped up on the dusty carpet, and his left leg was jerked out like a whip as his waist twisted and the robe was waving.

Syllable!

Bell Bell Bell !!!

The powerful leg slammed into Marcos's hand, and he couldn't bear the pain of the force, and the scimitar flew straight out.

"No, it can't be, who are you?"

This kind of combat is no longer the most basic fight, but is full of artistic killing techniques, and the flexibility and strength of the body far exceed ordinary people.

"As I said, there really isn't a personal feeling to kill you, it's just because of the mission. ”

"Whose mission, Elenor?, no, who else wants my life?"

Marcos, who had been disarmed, was a little hysterical, and his usual coldness and indifference all turned into madness at the moment.

Gordon didn't say anything more, he was going to end this fight quickly, not for anything else, but for his own lucky chest.

Bang dang!

Marcos kept backing away, knocking down tables and chairs to buy some time to find a chance to survive.

"Kingston's battleship Marvel has left port for South Africa, and Kingston has reached its weakest point, with the help of Andrea"

"Why don't you understand?"

"Attacking Kingston will give us a lifetime of gold coins"

"I'm a privateer, and all I can do is kill you, poor pirate, and all you're after is gold. ”

Gordon's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he approached step by step, there may be a poor person among the pirates, but it is not in front of him, just a poor hyena.

Marcos' knife made Gordon see the shadow of Brice, the damn guy, and it was a headache to think about.

"Give up your resistance, and maybe you can die a decent death. ”

Gordon pressed forward step by step, and the sleeve blade stabbed directly. He knew that this kind of thing was definitely an idiot to say, but this feeling of pretending to be forced was really addictive.

Of course, what he didn't notice was that his eyes were already crawling with bloodshots, he had become accustomed to this kind of killing, and enjoyed it, and the weight of life was gone at this moment.

Having lost his weapon, Marcos tried to regain his cutlass, but only to have a bleeding wound on his arm.

The pain stirred up his ferocity, even though he knew that the person in front of him was not of the same level as those pirates at all, and he might die here today.

"Drink!"

He had realized that if he wanted to escape from the Ascension, he had to kill the person in front of him. He pulled out a long wooden stick that jumped out of something from the side, and swept it across with one arm of his arms.

Bang!

Although this kind of return fire did not cause substantial damage, it still caused Gordon to deal a hard blow to the arm he was using to fend, and bruises definitely appeared under the gauntlets.

The stick shattered in half, and the flying piece slammed into the wooden door next to Mickey, startling the latter.

"Captain, can you do it?"

"Please, can you give me some time, those who watch the play are not qualified to speak. ”

Gordon continued to get closer, and Marcos had no way to retreat with his back against the wooden wall of the hull.

The wooden stick was swung at it, but it could not achieve anything, but Gordon seized the opportunity to cut another wound on the back of his hand.

The battle went into hand-to-hand combat, and Marcos resisted in disarray, using his own flesh and blood to resist the blades of Gordon's hands.

Blood had stained his clothes, and in the dimly lit room he saw Gordon appear as if ghosted, left and right.

"Ever thought about the people you killed?"

At this moment, Gordon has no interest, and the person in front of him has lost his initial spirit, but he is just a poor worm.

"Isn't that what this world is? Ahem people eat people, and if you want to survive, then kill other people. ”

"It's best if you understand. ”

The blade in Gordon's hand stabbed directly into Marcos' heart, and the survivor let the latter use the last of his strength to stretch out his hands to block.

Poof!

The sleeveblade pierced his hands, bleeding profusely.

His hands trembled, and one gray eye stared at Gordon with great caution.

"This is where the killers will end, Captain Gordon, and your destination will come quietly one day. ”

Gordon didn't speak, but slowly pushed the sleeve blade, watching as the blade sliced through the blood-red lining and stabbed in.

"Ahem, cough, cough"

As the blade sliced through his lungs and stabbed directly into his heart, Marcos' expression of pain came to an abrupt halt.

"I don't accept the curse of pirates. ”

Gordon drew his sleeveblade and watched as the corpse leaning against the wall slipped down, dragging a long trail of blood.

"Andrea, it's time to go. ”

He dragged the little girl from under the table who was on the verge of collapse, and smiled in what he thought was kind.

Of course, the effect is much better if there is no blood all over the body.

"Wow!"

The latter, of course, cried directly, and the little girl experienced the greatest stimulation of her life in a few days, countless people died in front of her, closing her eyes only the color of blood.

"I'm not a pirate, what are you crying about, go, send you home. ”

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