Assassin’s Adventure

It was night. The weather in Cayenne, which had been sunny for two days, began to change. The tropical climate determined that there would be a high frequency of heavy rain during this period.

Originally it was just gloomy and thundering, but in the middle of the night, heavy rain poured down, accompanied by strong winds.

The lights in the port have also been extinguished a lot. The tavern that used to be partying all night is sparse. People are busy running back to their homes, lighting the stove, and then sleeping beautifully.

Aldrich enjoyed the turbulence in the cabin, looked at the heavy rain outside, and shook his head. No one would sneak into a merchant ship to assassinate in this weather. The monstrous waves were the biggest obstacle. You must know that the distance between the Loren The port is not far away.

Alva leaned on the chair next to the machete and closed his eyes. The shaking of the storm and the rumbling of thunder from the air gave him a feeling that he was alive.

Alva went to sea not because of some ridiculous dream, nor because of money. His father was a pirate. As for his mother, he died after he was born. Alva may go to sea because of the restlessness in his blood. And longing for adventure and the thrill of life and death.

A man lived alone in a garbage heap, suffering humiliation and humiliation. He blamed all this on his father, who he had never met, and his ultimate pursuit in life was to find that person and kill him. he.

Maybe before killing that hateful pirate, he would ask him why he left himself.

Feeling the evil of time, Alva couldn't find the meaning of his own survival. Only when fighting the wind and waves on the sea, the enemy was fighting for life and death, blood splashed on his face, and the fishy smell in his mouth made him feel really alive.

"Alva, it seems that everything will be fine tonight, go back and rest."

Hearing the captain's voice, Alva looked at the torrential rain and wind and waves outside, nodded, and got up to leave.

A flash of lightning flashed across the night sky, and a dark shadow stood on the mast, and it was Gordon who came.

He didn't do it for the map at all, he just followed closely to find the timing to start.

Several of them have no entanglement at all, no grievances, and no entanglement of interests, but they came together because of coincidences and some wrong guesses.

During the daytime, the port had no chance at all. Gordon had been waiting for this heavy rain. He climbed up directly from the rope connecting the main mast, scanned the structure of the hull, and found the position where the captain's cabin should be.

In the dark, snow-white reflections can occasionally appear in some dark corners, which means that the blade has been unsheathed. Gordon knows that Aldridge may have been prepared for himself, although he does not know why.

This was the last night he stayed, and the heavy rain was a godsend, with lightning and thunder as the best cover.

A man walked out of the room and told the sailor who was ambush in the dark, it was Alva.

In order to avoid unexpected appearances, although the guards relaxed a lot, they still ambushed people outside.

Of course, this move directly exposed the location of all the dark posts, and indirectly helped a lot.

No one could have imagined that at this moment of lightning and thunder, someone stood on the slippery mast, watching every move below.

And Gordon was not impulsive, he was waiting for the best time.

The time has passed zero, and it gradually points to two in the morning. This is a person's most tired time. With the lowest temperature, one can't help but fall asleep. Of course, this is also the best time to start.

Gordon walked down the rope slowly, only the lightning in the torrential rain would occasionally illuminate his position.

And he also used this light to start looking for the sailor in the shadows.

A sailor curled up in a corner that was not wet from the rain, the sword in his hand had been thrown aside, and his expression was obviously full of resentment. He was going to be exposed to the wind and rain in this weather, but the captain's deterrent, dare not leave.

However, he had already started squinting into a state of half-dreaming and half-awake, and he was not at all prepared for those who approached slowly.

Gordon walked in front of him, then squatted down slowly, looking at the honest sailor, knowing that there were only two sailors left outside, and those with brains had already hid in the room. Waiting to come out when it is almost dawn.

A hand covered the sailor's mouth, and the hidden sword pierced into his heart. The sailor's eyes widened, full of panic and despair, and he no longer had a chance to live.

After clearing the two people outside, Gordon walked towards the captain's room.

The door of the captain's room was tightly closed. He tried it, but he couldn't open it, but this kind of door was just a very simple wooden door, extremely fragile. He looked at the lightning flashing in the sky, and then remembered the moment when the thunder sounded. In between, he kicked the wooden door directly.

No one noticed this, not even the captain inside. He never thought that the death of Amos was not because someone was staring at the map, but someone was staring at their lives. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Aldrich slept peacefully on the boat, but the cool wind that blew in after the door was kicked down made him wrap himself in a gorgeous quilt. In the Caribbean Sea during the rainy season, the night is also very cold.

Gordon shook his head and looked at this captain who was only a bit vicissitudes of life, as if he was no different from other captains, but he could be so brutal when dealing with the transportation of black slaves.

Aldridge seemed to have sensed the crisis between life and death. He woke up from his sleep and saw the black figure quietly looking at him, which was horrifying.

In such a heavy rain, it is absolutely impossible for Donna to invite someone who can still stick to their actions.

Seeing that a sharp blade had popped out of Gordon's sleeve, Aldridge reacted. But at this moment he didn't dare to shout at all, and the sword was still out of reach, so he could only lower his voice and said in a very calm voice.

"If you came for the treasure map, then you miscalculated. I buried it in a place that only I know. Even if you kill me, you won't get it."

Gordon looked at the person in front of him with some inexplicable wonder, and he couldn't understand his thinking. Is his appearance just for one thing?

"No, I don't have the slightest interest in your treasure map. I'm here to take your life."

What Aldridge showed in his eyes was incredible. Apart from engaging in the black slave trade, he had never had any bad relations with anyone, and he was tactful. Could it be that he violated the interests of some big man and caused him to be silenced?

"Who asked you to kill me?"

Gordon leaned down and said in the coldest tone, "It's a million dead bones buried on the bottom of the sea!"