Assassin’s Adventure

Gordon was a human being, these slaves were the first time in his life. He had heard of and talked about them. Slaves were as humble as dust and sold like livestock. They might feel disgusted in their hearts, but they never witnessed the big psychological impact. .

He turned his head and glanced at Hazen again, and the foreman around him. There was no pity in the eyes of these people, who let the slaves be shackled and embedded in the flesh, shivering in the muddy water, and even unwilling to pay an extra piece of black bread.

"I admit I was wrong."

Gordon muttered to himself, only a few people around could hear him.

"What's the matter, Captain?"

Mitch saw Gordon's face ashen. Of course, his face had not been better since he saw the slave trader, but now it was terrifyingly terrifying.

"I used to be naive to think that change doesn't require bloodshed, and that people who work hard can live a good life. I was wrong, this world only has money and no humanity, Mickey, will you follow in my footsteps?"

Gordon turned his head and smiled, as if he had figured out something, full of relief.

"Of course Captain!"

Mickey had already seen the fierce light in Gordon's eyes, without the slightest fear, but felt a little joy. For the first time, he felt that he was closer to Gordon and came into contact with the unknown side of the captain.

"Captain Gordon? Are these goods unsatisfactory?"

Hasson was a little dissatisfied with the whispers of Gordon and his subordinates. He didn't want to stay in this environment for an extra minute. The slaves were almost the same, and there was no choice.

"Mr Hasson, my bosun and I are actually discussing something more important."

Gordon said this, with a cruel smile on his face, and approached Hassan.

This time, he was not going to do any nighttime assassinations, because Gordon had no plan to stay here for a day, watching the entire mine, with less than a dozen supervisors and guards.

"What's the matter? I have to remind you, Captain Gordon, that there is no shortage of sales for my goods. After two days, it will be...cough...cough...why..."

He didn't finish his words, a sharp blade pierced his chest directly, piercing his body, blood kept pouring out of his mouth to block more words, his expression twisted and painful, staring at Gordon's His eyes were full of wonder.

He and this young man have never had any grudges, let alone a conflict of interest, and there are obviously more than a dozen guards with guns here, so doing so is simply courting death.

In the end, he didn't hear the answer, so he fell directly to the ground, splashing a lot of water in those dirty mud pits, and blood kept pouring out, dyeing the world a bright red.

"We are negotiating your death, sir."

The blood of Gordon's machete splashed into the sewage drop by drop, and his expression revealed a kind of madness.

This change made the people around him stunned for a few seconds. Hasen was killed by the guests he brought. They were not affiliated to Hasen, and they were even more unclear about the background of the killer.

Hasson never thought that such a change would exist. Bonnet came too early. He didn't even bring one of his subordinates with his trust in the safety of the mine. Here, no one cared about his life or death.

Of course, it was this stunned moment that missed the best opportunity to shoot.

boom! ! !

Three smoke bombs exploded on the sharp stones, the smoke enveloped everything, and Gordon and his party disappeared in the mine.

The blood and smoke frightened the slaves, the screams were endless, the gun guards at the post did not dare to shoot in such a chaotic scene, and in that smoke, there were also eight overseers, Mr. Bonnet, countless running. slave.

Gordon and Mickey have already negotiated. With the cover of smoke, they need to kill everyone with guns first. Mickey and the others cannot see in the smoke, so they approached the outpost the moment the smoke bomb exploded.

And he opened his eagle eyes, the world unfolded in front of his eyes in black and white, and orange light spots marked the position of every human being.

The smoke could only last for ten seconds, and he had to act fast.

A gun-toting overseer has recently become the best target, and Gordon walks through the white smoke like a ghost.

The sturdy foreman already felt that the current situation was very bad. His right hand had already clenched the machete to protect his chest, and the other hand had also touched the handle of the gun. Relying on his memory, he moved towards the periphery. retreat.

A panicked slave approached with the sound of iron chains while running. The nervous overseer did not care about the lives of those slaves and took out his musket.

boom!

The close-range shot directly hit the slave, who fell to the ground with a sound, and the wound left a large wound in his chest, and he died before he could even scream.

The firelight and gunshots stimulated everyone's nerves, and the scene became more chaotic.

"Fire, fire everyone!"

The supervisor standing on the fence of the outpost issued an order, and he no longer cared about the deaths of these people. At this time, only his own survival is true.

Bang bang bang! ! ! !

Scattered bullets rose along with the smoke, almost everyone was scared crazy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Many slaves crouched on the ground and shivered, and even some were too frightened to move. Those who approach, blood and minced meat are flying here.

Gordon's hidden blade penetrated deep into the overseer's back and pierced his heart. In this smoke, he was the top predator.

Leaving the still warm corpse behind, he targeted an overseer in a lower position.

The body jumped up with thick smoke, breaking through the distance limit, from top to bottom, the sharp scimitar flashed with a cold light, stabbing people's eyes, and blood droplets were thrown in the air, unstoppable!

The machete drew a graceful arc in the air and pierced directly into the overseer's head.

With the resistance of the sword cutting into the bones, half of the enemy's head was cut off from the forehead to the lower jaw, and the brain and blood spurted out at the same time.

This process only took less than three seconds, and the enemy fell to the ground dead, and it was too late to even swing the knife to block.

This vicious killing method completely shattered the tense nerves of the enemy.

"Kill him, shoot!"

The manager of the mine staggered about to jump off the wall to escape, and shouted hysterically that he no longer had the courage to face the enemy head-on.

The people at the post were trembling with their hands for reloading bullets, with cold sweat on their foreheads. Out of the corner of the eye, they caught a glimpse of Captain Gordon in a red suit. In that instant, he seemed to see a demon crawling out of the abyss.

He finally refilled the bullet, but when he looked up, he saw a machete handed over by a stranger.

There was a trace of coldness across his neck, and warm blood spurted out of his body. He dropped the spear and covered his neck with his hands in vain. The blood that entered his lungs made him speechless.

The last consciousness stayed at the violent knee hit, and closed his eyes in a tumultuous turn.