Assassin’s Adventure

The one-eyed young captain just laughed and laughed frantically: "Hahaha...you cowards, let a **** draw blood from you and turn you into slaves."

He seemed to laugh until his stomach hurt, then squatted down and shouted loudly: "You are willing to accept this fact and tolerate being mounted on your head, sorry, but I can't."

The originally silent exchange became noisy again, the pirates around looked at the person in front of him just like a lunatic, and Ellenor lost his patience.

"Throw him out!"

There were at least two guards loyal to the Guthrie family who walked up with their knives.

"Go away, unless you want to be opened twice!"

They cursed loudly, trying to make the person in front of them know each other, but they didn't expect what happened next.

The madness in the eyes of the one-eyed captain also hides a bloodthirsty light. When the first guard approached, with the cover of his body, he quickly pulled out the machete from his waist. In his eyes, a knife stabbed into the guard's stomach.

puff!

The blood donation spurted wildly and splashed the perpetrator.

"Cough...you damn..."

The stomach and intestines were directly pierced, and a large mouthful of donated blood spewed out of his mouth, covering the swearing that he had not yet been able to say.

This change was beyond everyone's expectations, and even the guards on the side were stunned. Even pirates have never been so crazy.

He pushed the guard's body away with one hand, and the machete, stained red from blood donations, casually wiped twice on his trousers.

"This is Nassau, it belongs to the pirates, kill her and the world is ours."

In an almost roaring tone, he uttered words full of naivety, madness, and even a laugh at ordinary times, but no one dared to laugh at them now.

No one wants to provoke a master who kills people at the first sign of disagreement, not to mention that he is a captain and has his own crew, which is a huge risk to anyone.

The fact that the others did not move did not mean that the guards of the Guthrie family did nothing, and more people gathered around. The closest guard shouted violently and pulled out a machete to slash fiercely.

But this kind of behavior only made him die quickly. Captain One-Eyed was faster than him. Killing people was as casual as eating and drinking. The knife slashed his neck, and he didn't even look at him from the beginning to the end. Just staring at Eleno on the wooden stairs.

The other guards who rushed up were directly attacked by pirates hidden in the crowd. A group of pirates affiliated with Captain One-Eyed successfully blocked these guards, allowing him to directly face the person in charge here, Elleno.

"Get out of here!"

The surrounding pirates have realized that a conflict is inevitable. Once a fight occurs, it is likely to cause a melee. At that time, they will cut whoever they see, and if they don't want to die, they will leave quickly.

The guy who cherished his life was leaving quickly, and the scene seemed a little chaotic because of the crowd, but there were still people who stayed with all kinds of thoughts, ready to watch the battle.

"The rule breaker."

Gordon was just talking to himself, but he didn't have any idea of ​​joining the battle. The same was true of the pirates around him. The people who stayed behind were watching. It was not only the one-eyed captain who resisted the rule of the Guthrie family.

The blood-covered one-eyed captain Marcos only had the pleasure of killing in his heart, and he longed to watch the woman in front of him be decapitated or disemboweled, to pave the way for his first step in manipulating Nassau.

The pungent smell of blood in the air and the dazzling bright red long knife really made Ellenor a little flustered. She couldn't help but take a step back and leaned one hand on the armrest. No matter how strong and wild he looks, he can't help but be afraid when he encounters crazy beasts.

There is no doubt that Marcos is that crazy beast, ignoring all the rules in front of him, and regardless of the consequences, everything he wants is obtained by killing himself.

At this time, Ellenor could only subconsciously look at the men who were still sitting not far below—Charles and Wayne.

Like a light in the darkness, Marcos stopped in an instant because he felt an extremely dangerous breath from the man who just stood up.

His hair is tucked back in countless long braids, and his bare upper body is full of muscular muscles without being bloated; he has a cigar in his mouth, and his stubborn, thin face sets off high cheekbones. Bone, full of aggressiveness.

He casually pulled out his machete from his waist, and then slowly walked towards Marcos, his eyes were filled with murderous sharpness from inadvertently, his killing intent was not from anger, but from his interest in the prey.

For a moment, Marcos flinched. When a crazy hyena met the king of the jungle and looked into the eyes of Charles and Wayne, he had an illusion that as long as he took a step forward, he would usher in his own death.

He took another look at Ellenor, and finally understood why this useless **** was able to occupy that position for so many years, and she was not relying on those weak guards.

But in the end, he still showed that slightly deformed smile, and then put his knife into the scabbard: "This matter is not over, Miss Ellenor, you will die."

Marcos turned and left, and took his own pirates, leaving only the corpses and the wounded guards crying.

It was also at this moment that Ellenor dared to step forward: "Mr. James, hold on~www.readwn.com~ Brand, help me get them in..."

Ellenor hurriedly greeted his housekeeper and the employees of the exchange, and took away all the injured guards. The exchange also announced that it was temporarily closed, and everyone was invited out.

"Really, interesting port, interesting pirate."

What echoed in Gordon's mind was the one-eyed captain's dashing machete, and the man who was like a beast. At this point, he was ready to revoke his previous evaluation of pirates. Pirates are not as unbearable as imagined, at least there are strong ones. .

"Captain, where are we going now?"

Mickey, who was on the side, looked at the stunned captain standing outside the exchange, and couldn't help asking. He originally wanted to find some way out for his goods, but he did not expect to watch a good show.

They have passed the age of fighting for women. One side is a murderous pirate, and the other side is a woman who manipulates the goods of Nassau Port. Both sides are not good people. It is the best choice to be on the sidelines.

"Let's go to Allen first and get the supplies ready, maybe we have to leave early tomorrow morning."