Assassin’s Adventure

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

Gordon didn't know about this. What if the hired sailor ran away?

"Of course not, as long as you don't get caught, isn't it still you?"

Harry disapproved, he was fed up with the way those people treated him, even turning himself from a slave to a quartermaster didn't change his disgust at all.

"Where did we just say?"

On the deck of the Jackdaw at this time, Gordon and Harry, Alan, Mickey, and Jon were discussing the details of the prison robbery.

"Oh, I just proposed to blow up a hole in the prison, and then go in and take people out."

Mickey was eager to try, but fortunately it was night, and there was no one at the pier.

"Sir, I have to remind you that the Jackdaw became a privateer. The United Kingdom and Portugal signed a peace agreement, and if the matter is exposed, it will be directly labeled as a pirate."

Jon interrupted Mickey's proposal. The prison robbery was originally just a criminal case. If it involved privateers' attacks on other countries, it was likely to evolve into a diplomatic incident, and the British government was forced to Hand over your privateer captain.

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

"Dive in."

Gordon finally made a decision. He had already figured out the defense during the day. There were less than 40 people in the entire prison plus external inspectors. He needed to solve everyone in a short time, and then took Duncan away.

"Is it a bit too reluctant?" Harry frowned and solved everyone in a short time, and how to get back to the Jackdaw is still a big problem. The Spanish Navy is stationed at the dock, and the cliffs and rocks behind the prison are simply Betting your life.

"Harry, we need a carriage. After we rescue Duncan, we will go north along the river bank and board the Jackdaw in some bay."

The prison was originally located on a highland in the north of Lisbon, with a cliff to the north. They needed to save people and leave the highland from the east, then head north.

"Evan, I think we'll find some horses faster," 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 do not know either……"

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

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

Gordon took Jon and several sailors to prepare to sneak into the prison. Jon and the sailors were outside as a support. If things went in an unpredictable direction, there would be a gas fire outside the prison, because tonight is the north wind, and the gas is in the south. There will be a lot of smoke and dust entering the prison, and maybe it will muddy the water and make it easier to start.

Everything is ready, everyone will act on their own.

Gordon changed into an assassin's costume by himself, disappeared and headed for the prison. Jon and the sailors began to look for inflammables. They carried fish oil. If there were gunshots or alarm bells in the prison, they would set it on fire. fire.

Allen was driving the Jackdaw and was about to leave the port. As the coastline went north, he was ready to respond.

It was getting dark, and it was already twelve o'clock in the evening. Gordon avoided a lot of patrols and approached the prison from the shadow of the house.

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

Gordon hung a boarding hook on his waist, which was 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 shadow of the prison and circled twice before finally finding one of the windows, which was just long enough for the rope.

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

Gordon pulled the rope, made sure it was tight, and started to climb up the wall.

When he held his breath and stuck his head out of the window, what he saw was the soldiers sleeping soundly inside. This was not a prison cell, but a dormitory.

"so close……"

He exclaimed in his heart that he was lucky, but fortunately he didn't wake up the soldiers, otherwise the first step of the plan would have failed.

This window is not big, it can only accommodate one person to get in, but he is not going to do this, and the subsequent plans must be the premise of solving the sentinel at the top.

Use one foot to hook one side of the window inside, one foot is fixed on the wall, the body is perpendicular to the wall, and the body is perpendicular to the wall, posing a difficult posture, then remove the boarding hook, and throw it towards it again. .

The position of the two sentinels was already known by heart, and the hook was thrown directly into the blind spot of the two of them, making him continue to move towards it.

Gordon turned over the city wall and saw the nearest sentinel yawning, holding a spear listlessly, even kicking the gravel under his feet to the cliff in boredom, and then sitting bored.

He lowered his body and touched it over there, making sure that the other soldier's field of vision did not stop here, and started to climb up with the help of the stairs beside him.

During this process, he held his breath almost all the time, then turned over and swooped over without the sentinel noticing, directly covering the latter's mouth and nose, strangling his neck and letting him There is no sound.

The sentinel struggled hard, but eventually fell to the ground, fainting due to lack of oxygen~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Gordon repeated his tricks after dealing with the man, and then touched the second sentinel and brought him down.

The light of the kerosene lamp was very dim, and his shadow was drawn long on the ground. For the first time, Gordon finally felt that he was an assassin. His movements were neat and thoughtful, and there was no problem.

He took a long breath, and directly destroyed the alarm bell on the top floor. Then he took off the clothes of the two soldiers, and put one over his own clothes, and the other was used to bind their hands and feet, and took off their clothes. Stockings tucked into their mouths.

After dragging the two into a dark corner, he sorted out his bloated clothes, picked up the spear, and swaggered towards the bottom.

Along the way, he hung up any visible room with iron chains, then carefully locked it up, blocking all the sleeping soldiers in the room.

After completing these actions, Gordon walked down calmly, determined the room where the weapons were placed, and guarded the positions of the two guards at the gate.

This is all the defense forces in the prison, but the point is not the prison, but how they break through the patrols outside, and more soldiers and guards.

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

"Hey, it's not time to change shifts yet."

The guard looked suspiciously at the bloated man.

Obviously, Gordon didn't understand what they were saying at all, but walked straight over.

"Hi!"

A soldier was about to come up to check on this abnormal person, and the long spear was still leaning against the wall, thinking that this might be a soldier who was going to sneak out to be romantic.

boom!

An iron rod was thrown on his head, making the man completely quiet.