Assassin’s Adventure - Chapter 189

The slaves found solid iron cones to smash at the links of the shackles. The whole pit was filled with the crisp sound of metal collisions. They were shivering with cold, but none of them stopped their busy work. This is freedom.

“Hey! It hurts enough.”

The bullet was unloaded from Gordon’s back, and the blood flowed so much that Mickey could only tear a rag from his trouser leg and wrap it tightly.

The countless stains on it, stained with the dirty water on the ground, made Gordon tremble with fear, for fear that he did not die at the muzzle of the enemy’s gun, but died in this terrible bandage.

“Captain, you’re lucky enough. If it was someone else, your shoulder would have been shattered. You just got stuck in your muscle when you were shot.”

Mickey continued to wrap the rag twice, and pressed the wound to confirm that it was tightly wrapped.

“time to go.”

Gordon looked at the slaves who had been completely unshackled, walking and watching, all making a point that they were ready.

His eyes swept through the crowd, and then saw a man he had ignored for a long time: August Barre Bonnett.

That is, the middleman who introduced them at the beginning, a clean and decent Frenchman.

But now I can’t see the original elegance, and a person squatted in the corner of the backlight and shivered.

When Hasson was stabbed through by Gordon, Bonnett immediately realized that the situation was not good, and the subsequent smoke mixed with gunfire almost terrified him.

He was not a sailor, but came here with his father to run a plantation in the port.

The Bonnets were a respectable family in Paris, but Auguste’s father didn’t use them much, and spent thirty years flat, taking care of some property, farms, and, like everyone else, married a similar The farm girl is the wife.

His father finally had a bold idea on his 31st birthday, he was going to sea, and this idea grew like a weed and couldn’t be contained.

His father tried to be a sailor, but gave up because he couldn’t stand the harsh environment and meager income.

He also joined the Duolun Chamber of Commerce, borrowed a lot of money from friends and family, bought a small boat, and became a dream captain.

Of course, he is not smart, and he is not good at business. He was eaten to the bone in the sea full of treacherous conspiracies.

On a cold morning, a man in rags and filth was left on the pier in Boulogne.

“August, the Bonnets don’t raise waste.”

After Bonnet and his father came to this port, this is the order they heard the most. Although the ruling class of this port is French, Bonnet did not have an easy life. At a very early age, he began to be busy with contacts. All kinds of people in the port, all kinds of things.

He can know what makes the most money in this port, what kind of people who dress up may have needs, and what kind of people are not easy to provoke.

Today, when he saw Gordon and the others, his first impression was that of a wealthy clientele.

But the development of things is simply a nightmare. He has never seen a person who can trample the rules so recklessly. He does not gain benefits through negotiation, nor does he gain profits through transactions, but naked killing.

This person is only for fifteen crew members? Even the remaining slaves were sent to Nassau, a place full of pirates.

He didn’t know what his fate would be, but he just tried to shrink in the corner, he didn’t dare to approach those slaves, their bodies were covered in blood, and the muddy flesh on the ground was disgusting.

He didn’t even dare to look at the young man in Chinese clothes that he thought was kind, hiding in the dirty water with his head down, begging these people to leave quickly, but unfortunately, a pair of boots stepped on the puddle in front of him.

“Mr. Bonnet, we need to talk about your fate.”

Gordon had already walked in front of him, and then squatted down, his expression distorted by the wound.

“I don’t know anything, sir, spare me, it’s Hasson who killed the mine overseer and took the slaves.”

Bonnet’s tears were about to flow out. He could see Gordon’s sleeve blade hidden in his sleeve. The cold light flashed, and he could end his life in an instant.

Gordon took care of his hair and tried to look kind. Of course, he didn’t want to cause more killings to those who made money with his own hands.

Of course, the words spoken were not so kind.

“You know who I am? You also know what I have done. In order not to cause more trouble, you have two choices. One, I will kill you to avoid future troubles. Two, I think you can go to sea with me. , until this is over…”

No more people know him and his ship except Bonnet, and the matter may end up being defined as a vendetta, or piracy, and in a month, or less, it will all be gone.

“I choose second, Mr. Gordon!”

Bonnet replied to ~www.mtlnovel.com~ before Gordon had finished speaking, for fear that he would be chopped off with a hesitation. No one wanted to die like this, his life had just begun.

“very good!”

Gordon smiled with satisfaction. People who know current affairs are not so tired to communicate. He patted the latter’s shoulder and stood up again.

“Welcome to the Jackdaw, Mr. Bonnet.”

“Captain… when are we leaving?”

asked Mitch out loud, and everyone was waiting for him.

“Now!”

The slaves took up simple weapons, those iron bars, machetes, or the few muskets they had.

Under the leadership of Gordon, head towards the south of the port.

On the other hand, Bonnet was being watched by another sailor and moved forward, with a machete waving behind him, and any attempt to escape would be met with a knife.

Gordon always remembers the survival rules of privateers, and must not let other countries know your true identity, especially when doing illegal things, so after the last prison robbery, he prepared the same green sail as the pirate kingdom. .

The Jackdaw was not well-known, and had only sailed on the sea for a few months, and he was more than happy to detain the dung pot on the head of the pirate kingdom to clear his name.

At this time, in the main city of the royal fortress, the escaped mine supervisor jumped off his horse and jumped from his horse.

“The mine was attacked, I want to see Mr. Brees immediately, get out!”

This familiar voice finally made the guard recognize the person in front of him and gave up a place for people to pass through.

The supervisor rushed in hurriedly, leaving the two guards who had not said a word to look at each other. The mine was attacked. Someone really broke ground on Tai Sui’s head.

“Anyone want to try the fort’s artillery?”

“maybe……”