Assassin’s Adventure

When Kuric arrived at the bottom cargo hold with a dozen sailors, he saw two crazy men climbing up from the ruins, surrounded by overturned cargo, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air. , There are many bullet holes and traces of swords in the cabin.

"Damn it, I finally caught it."

Gordon grabbed the mouse's neck with one hand and lifted it up.

Seeing this scene, Coolidge felt a headache and couldn't help turning his eyes upwards.

"You all go and rearrange the goods."

"Yes, sir."

The sailors behind Coolidge got busy again, tidying up the cargo hold. If it was food that was leaked, it would be used as food for today. If it was damaged goods, it would either be sent directly to the sailors or thrown into the sea.

Gordon handed the mouse to the sailor who was close to him: "Catch it for me, tie it to the mast, and take it as a warning. This is the price of stealing my goods!"

The honest sailor didn't dare to be vague at all, so he quickly took it over and squeezed tightly with both hands: "Yes sir!"

Then he hurriedly ran up.

Mickey stood up from between the goods, looking a little confused. After all, not anyone who is hit in the head by a box of dozens of pounds will be fine.

"Captain, have you caught it?"

Gordon patted him on the shoulder: "Good job my bosun. With our concerted efforts, we caught the mouse and successfully avoided major losses."

"Gordon, I think you can try raising a cat."

Coolidge leaned on the stairs and suggested to Gordon that he was afraid that if he did it twice, the whole ship could be demolished.

Gordon rubbed his chin and thought about this question seriously: "Don't keep an orange cat, this kind of cat is too fat to catch mice, how about a black cat?"

Mickey on the side reminded in a low voice: "Captain, black cats are witches' pets. They spread the Black Death and bring bad luck, so forget it."

Gordon glared at Mickey: "The black cat in the east is something that wards off evil spirits. How could it be the witch's pet? It's decided, I want to raise a black cat, but let's talk about it in Havana."

Seeing that Gordon had made up his mind, Mitch did not persuade him any more. After all, he was the captain, and a sailor could only follow orders.

Gordon rearranged his clothes and returned to the deck, at which point the sailors had already started their shift and breakfast.

There are constantly full of sailors returning to the deck with contentment. This is the best breakfast they have eaten, and they continue to work on their own business.

There are seagulls landing on the mast and sailing with the ship, watching the sun in the distance, the blue waters, and the lush islands and reefs, everything is so peaceful.

Gordon also found Coolidge, and the two returned to the captain's room to eat a hearty breakfast, and then lay quietly for a while, feeling very uncomfortable.

The time gradually came to the evening, Gordon looked at the intermediate assassin reinforcement in his virtual column, and realized that his biggest gain had not been used yet. The primary assassin reinforcement brought him good assassination skills and physical strength. What about the intermediate level?

Putting the tube of medicine directly on his wrist, a somewhat fiery energy began to run in the body, flowing through the whole body along the blood, and then entering the brain, countless battle memories began to emerge, this time, not only the assassination skills, And more about fighting with a machete.

These memories are the best teachers, and Gordon trains his fighting skills over and over again until it becomes an instinct, and the more burning eyes are the eyes.

After the heat entered his eyes, it was full of stinging pain. Gordon just felt as if his eyes were undergoing a transformation without anesthesia, and he shed tears unconsciously, which lasted for three minutes.

When he opened his eyes again, the whole world was different. Just like the world under the X-ray irradiation, the infrared rays emitted by the human body were so two-eyed in this gray-white world that he could easily lock the position of the personnel.

"Is this, Hawkeye?"

Feeling this peculiar vision, the night can no longer block his line of sight, and it is not the same as in the game, at least it cannot lock on the enemy.

He clenched his fist, and his powerful strength almost gushed out. If he had to measure it, it was about twice the strength of an ordinary adult. For example, Mickey, this strong man's physical fitness was about 1.5 times the strength of an adult.

The fighting skills of the machete, coupled with the strengthening of his physical fitness, gave Gordon an illusion of hitting ten, swell!

He took back his eagle eyes and walked out of the captain's room. Life is moving in a better direction.

"Captain, a ship behind us has been following us for three hours."

Allen was at the helm, and also accepted the information from the lookout. A brig about the size of the Jackdaw had been following for a long time, and the draft was very shallow, not like a merchant ship.

Gordon took out his binoculars~www.readwn.com~ and looked over. The green sail made him a little familiar, with the Spanish flag flying on it.

"Don't worry, this is a prosperous waterway, it can't be pirates, and Barbossa was only executed, these pirates shouldn't be so crazy."

Gordon wasn't too worried about the ships behind because the two were about the same speed and were flying the Spanish flag, knowing that Spain and England were in a truce and reconciliation, and even if this was a privateer, an attack on them would be a hit. pirate.

And Gordon was always reluctant to believe that this was a pirate: "I have only set sail a few times, can't I meet a pirate every time, isn't there a normal merchant ship? There are so many pirates, do you want to live?"

The sky gradually became dark, and the Jackdaw was worthy of being the Jackdaw. The Spanish ship with green sails behind it had been thrown away by twenty nautical miles and disappeared beyond the horizon. But things didn't end there.

Boom! ! !

The loud sound of artillery came in the dark night, and under the moonlight in the distance, a ship with a green sail and a black pirate flag exchanged fire with a merchant ship with a Dutch flag. The screams, the sound of the guns firing, and the explosion of the powder keg.

Gordon is going crazy. He can meet pirates every time. This is a prosperous waterway with naval cruisers. How could these pirates have such audacity? Could it be that Norrington has neglected his duty recently? Their current coordinates are just over two hundred nautical miles from Port Royal.

But when Gordon opened the binoculars and saw the green sails and the white skull and cross-bones flag printed on a black background, he instantly clenched his hands, because the skull and cross-bones flag was so familiar, so familiar that he would never forget it. In that cabin, through the big hole made by the cannonball, the flag was seen.