"By the way, Harry, you don't have to go back to the Portuguese merchant ship, are you?"

Gordon didn't know anything about it, what if the hired sailors ran back?

"Of course it won't be good, as long as you don't get caught, isn't there still you?"

Harry didn't think so, he was fed up with the way those people treated him, and even his own conversion from slave to quartermaster didn't change his disgust in the slightest.

"Where did we just go?"

At this time, on the deck of the Jackdaw, Gordon and Harry, as well as Allen, Mitch, and Jon were discussing the details of the prison robbery.

"Oh, I just proposed to blow a hole out of the prison and go in and get people out. ”

Mickey was a little eager to try it, but luckily it was already night, and there was no one on the dock.

"Sir, I must be reminded that the Jackdaw has just become a privateer, and that Britain and Portugal have concluded a peace treaty, and that the matter will be directly attacked as a pirate. ”

Jon interrupted Mickey's suggestion that the robbery was originally a criminal case, and if it involved a privateer's attack on another country, it could have turned into a diplomatic incident, and the British government was under pressure to hand over its privateer's captain.

After all, this is no other place, this is Lisbon, the capital of Portugal.

"Dive in. ”

Gordon finally made a decision, he had figured out the defenses during the day, the entire prison plus the outside patrol personnel were less than forty people, he needed to deal with everyone in a short time, and then take Duncan with him.

"Isn't it a little too forced?" Harry frowned, dealing with everyone in a short period of time, and how to get back to the Jackdaw was still a big problem, the Spanish Navy was stationed at the docks, and the cliffs and reefs behind the prison were simply gambling for their lives.

"Harry, we need a wagon, and after rescuing Duncan, we'll head north along the riverbank and board the Jackdaw somewhere in a bay. ”

The prison was originally located on a high ground north of Lisbon, with cliffs to the north, and they needed to save people and leave the high ground from the east and go north.

"Evan, I think it's quicker for us to find some horses. Harry suggested.

Alan and Mickey on the side also nodded, this is indeed a better way.

"Harry, can you ride a horse?"

"Won't ......"

"I won't ...... either"

The man who grew up by the sea knew very little about horses, so Gordon set his sights on carriages.

The plan was finally set sail for the Jackdaw, heading north from Lisbon, and then Harry and Mickey going to get the carriage, either to buy it or to steal two - after all, it was not easy to buy a carriage at this time.

Gordon took Jon and a few sailors to prepare to sneak into the prison, Jon and the sailors were outside as a pick-up, if things went in an unpredictable direction, there would be a gas fire outside the prison, because it was a north wind tonight, and there would be a lot of smoke and dust in the south gas into the prison, maybe it would muddy the water, so it would be easier to start.

Everything is ready and everyone is going their own way.

Gordon changed into an assassin's costume and hid his whereabouts towards the prison, where Jon and the sailors began to search for flammable materials, they brought fish oil, and if there were gunshots or alarm bells in the prison, they lit a fire.

Alan was ready to leave the port in the Jackdaw, and as the coastline headed north, he was ready to respond.

The night was getting dark, and it was twelve o'clock in the evening, and Gordon had escaped a number of patrols, and approached the prison from the shadows of the house.

Looking at the tall prison, there were two patrols walking around the prison, and above the prison, the original five sentinels were only two left in Gordon's eagle eye view.

Gordon had a boarding hook around his waist, six meters long, and stared at the prison wall, which was at least ten meters high.

"This ...... It's a little embarrassing. ”

He hid in the shadows of the prison and circled twice before finally finding one of the windows, just long enough for the rope.

The boarding hook waved in his hand, then slammed it on, hooking directly into the edge of the window on the prison wall.

Gordon pulled the rope and, after making sure it was grasped, began to climb up the wall.

When he poked his head out of the window with bated breath, he saw soldiers sleeping soundly, not in a cell, but in a dormitory.

"Good ...... Risk"

He shouted in his heart that he was lucky, but fortunately he did not wake up the soldiers, otherwise the first step of the plan would have failed.

The window wasn't big, just enough for one person to get into, but he wasn't going to do that, and the next plan had to be to deal with the sentinel at the top.

Hook one foot on the side of the window, one foot on the wall to fix it, and make a difficult position with your body perpendicular to the wall, then remove the boarding hook and throw it towards it again.

The position of the two sentries had long been known, and this boat hook was thrown directly into the blind spot of the two's perspective, allowing him to continue to walk towards it.

Gordon rolled over the walls and saw the nearest sentry yawning, languishing with his spear, and even kicking the gravel under his feet to the bottom of the cliff in a boring manner, and then sitting boredly.

He leaned down and felt over to make sure that the other soldier's vision was not on this side, and with the help of the stairs beside him, he began to climb up.

In the process, he held his breath almost all the time, then rolled over and lunged at the sentry without anyone noticing, directly covering the latter's mouth and nose, strangling his neck so that he could not make any sound.

The Sentinel struggled but eventually collapsed, fainting from the lack of oxygen.

Gordon repeated his old trick after dealing with the man, then touched the second sentry and brought him down.

The light of the kerosene lamp was dim, and his shadow stretched long on the ground, and for the first time, Gordon finally felt like an assassin, with clean movements and thoughtful thoughts, and nothing went wrong.

With a long exhale, he directly destroyed the alarm bell on the top floor, and then took off the clothes of the two soldiers, one over his own clothes, and the other to tie their hands and feet, and took off their stockings and stuffed them into their mouths.

dragged the two of them into a dark corner, then tidied up their somewhat bloated clothes, picked up the spear, and swaggered downward.

Along the way, any visible room was tethered and then carefully locked, blocking all the sleeping soldiers in the room.

After completing these maneuvers, Gordon calmly walked down, determined the room where the weapons were placed, and the position of the two guards guarding the gate.

That's all the defenses in the prison, but it's not about the prison, it's about how they break through the patrols outside, and more soldiers and guards.

Carrying an iron rod, he tried to hide behind him and headed towards the two soldiers at the door.

"Hey, it's not time for a shift change yet. ”

The guard looked at the bloated man with some suspicion.

Obviously, Gordon didn't understand what they were saying, and walked straight over.

"Hey!"

A soldier prepares to come up to check on the anomaly, his spear still leaning against the wall to the side, thinking that this might be a soldier preparing to sneak out for an affair.

Bang!

An iron rod was thrown on the head, and the man was completely silent.