Assassin’s Adventure

Gordon swung his machete and slashed directly on the chest of the first soldier, his flesh turned and blood spattered.

He kicked the slashed soldier out, and then began to charge towards more and more soldiers. He had no choice. Once he was flanked by people on both sides, he would definitely die. This was his career as an assassin. From long-term experience, no matter how strong a person is, as long as he is hugged by one person, he is not far from death.

The left and right machetes slashed down sharply, and the third machete, the most cunning, struck directly at Gordon's abdomen.

"Open it for me!"

Gordon swung his machete away, swung all the three knives in front of him, kicked the soldier in the middle, and slashed at the necks of the other two. Blood splashed directly on Gordon's face.

The soldier knelt down while covering his neck, staring at Gordon, full of puzzlement, that someone's knife was so fast.

Before the blade in their hands fell to the ground, they were caught by Gordon, and they started work from left to right.

In my experience as an assassin, I don't have the skills to use dual swords at all, but at this time, in order to increase my attack damage, I can't care about it.

Relying on his own double knives, he directly cut a **** road in the crowd. This was a road that was truly paved with blood, and the corpses and stumps were strewn all over the corridor.

Gordon, who was covered in blood, didn't dare to stop at all. There was a gunshot behind him. He reached the end of the corridor, rolled over and climbed the roof again.

A new chase begins again.

The blood on Gordon's body is not only from the enemy, but also from himself. In the melee, he was hit at least five times, and those two points of armor became his trump card for survival.

He clutched his bleeding abdomen and continued to run towards higher and farther places. Only in this way could he escape.

bang bang bang bang! ! ! !

A round of bullets shot directly from an unknown roof. This time, he never had such good luck. The shot in the leg caused him to fall to the ground in pain, and a blood line swept across the roof with his palm.

"Get up, get up Gordon, you can't die here! Ah!"

He gritted his teeth and let out a loud roar, climbed up with all his strength, and continued to run limping, looking at the distant clock tower so vague, this was his hope.

The blood blurred his vision, and the footsteps behind him were getting closer. At this moment, he finally felt the proximity of the **** of death.

The two white-robed assassins turned up directly from below, and a bomb lit with a fuse was dropped at the feet of the chasing soldiers.

Boom!

The flying shrapnel caused huge damage in the dense crowd, and the impact caused by the explosion directly collapsed the roof, causing a large area of ​​collapse and spreading in the direction of Gordon's escape.

The two assassins looked at each other, then ran resolutely towards the rear, and by the way, they also supported Gordon, who was covered in injuries.

The ground was already full of Templars and guardsmen who were chasing after him. Going down would be a dead end.

The escape of one person becomes two people who continue to escape with one person on the other. Death is behind them. They must seize the only way to survive - the clock tower by the river.

Almost all the soldiers didn't understand why these assassins were running towards the dead end. At that height, even if they jumped into the river, there was no chance of survival.

The soldiers kept climbing up to the roof, following the assassins over house after house, towards the bell tower in the distance.

"Can you still climb?"

A white-robed assassin asked Gordon.

And Gordon could only grit his teeth and smile bitterly: "I can."

Is there any other option at this time? If you can't keep running, you will die.

The three of them climbed towards the top of the bell tower, followed by a large number of soldiers, as well as continuous firing of bullets.

Clang! clang! clang……

The bell at noon remembered that the pursuit had lasted all morning.

With the help of two assassins, Gordon finally climbed to the top, looking at the Templars who were still climbing below, and the guards who pointed out the bullets not far away.

"For free will!"

The two assassins looked at each other, looked at Gordon again, and jumped from the top towards the distance.

At that moment, Gordon seemed to see two eagles, they were so fearless and so free, their beliefs had broken away from the shackles of the flesh and had become real beliefs.

"Leap of Faith..."

Gordon looked at such a shocking scene, he couldn't add it, his falling figure was like an eagle soaring in the sky, a fish returning to the sea, height is not a hindrance, but a freedom!

As an assassin, Gordon has never attempted a leap of faith. This is not something that can be brought about by physical enhancement.

He looked at the Templar Knights who were constantly climbing below, their blood-red eyes were full of killing and death.

Feeling the countless wounds of the body, the cold wind on the tower, the hustle and bustle of the city.

But all of this is slowly fading away, and we all return to peace together. Life is so dull and shackled, and only that height is the only freedom to be freed, even for a moment.

Gordon opened his hands and jumped!

The wind whistled in his ears, and the feeling of weightlessness made his body tense, but suddenly, he heard a loud eagle chirping.

The icy river water poured into the whole body~www.readwn.com~ soaked the wounds all over the body, and the blood all over the body was washed away by the river water. Following this current, the assassins finally escaped.

All the chasing guards were at a loss. The Templars were simply furious. For centuries, the Assassins have escaped from under their noses with this trick. Today's bullets still can't stop it.

A grey-robed assassin killed their leader and walked away, the greatest disgrace the Knights Templar had ever seen.

"Sir, what should we do?"

The soldiers of the guards looked at each other, and then asked the commanding colonel.

The colonel shook his head: "Pack up the bodies of the brothers and go back!"

"Aren't we going to chase?"

"Chasing? What are you going to chase? Give me back to blockade the port, no ships can sail, and check from house to house."

"Yes, sir!"

The soldiers of the Guard began to withdraw gradually, and a search covering Havana began.

At this time, Gordon climbed onto the ship from the side of the Jackdaw, and then lay directly on the deck, unable to move at all.

He has really reached his limit, both physically and mentally.

The news of the big event in Havana has reached the Jackdaw. The whole city is full of variables and turmoil. Under the strict order of Coolidge, all sailors are not allowed to leave the ship. You must know that this is a Spanish port. They These outsiders are easy to get caught.

A bored sailor who was sleeping on the deck heard the sound, and came over to check. Of course, they had seen Gordon's outfit. Usually sailors envy it. It's cool, but now it's full of stab wounds.

"Captain, captain! Come on someone..."