"They are so presumptuous that they even dare to search the mansion in the Garden District." Shanna's cheeks flushed with anger.
"I'll leave right away." Gordon took the bandage from Shana and wrapped it, put on a leather windbreaker, wrapped a local robe and scarf outside, and put on makeup as quickly as possible.
"I heard that if a thief breaks into Chief Shahu's palace, the chief will mobilize his troops. If the thief is caught in a few days, you can come back." Shana reluctantly arranged the collar for Gordon, towering
**** rubbed against his back, it was thick, soft and full of elasticity.
The anxious urging of the guards came from outside the door. A group of soldiers forced their way into the house and searched everywhere. Several people came straight to the second floor.
"You are here, of course I will come back. Say hello to your brother for me, let him arrange that matter as soon as possible, the sooner the better." Gordon patted the widow's soft waist with his backhand, turned around and ran towards
balcony.
Soldiers lined the streets and searched every house one by one. Only the mansions of nobles were exempted. Some nobles stood in front of the window sill with their slave girls in their arms, laughing and pointing, and mocking the usually wealthy businessmen.
There was a "bang" sound, and the glass window in the distance exploded suddenly, with fragments flying. The nobleman behind the window screamed like a slaughtering pig, and dropped the teapot in his hand. An iron caltrop penetrated the window, grazing him.
The turbaned man passed by and nailed deeply into the peacock tapestry hanging on the wall.
The nearby soldiers were alerted by the sound and rushed over. The nobles were frightened and angry, and exclaimed loudly: "Assassins! Robbers! These idiots, come and protect me, or we will all send you useless soldiers to the gallows!"
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Taking advantage of everyone's attention being attracted, Gordon jumped out of the balcony and landed on the tree crown. He pushed off the tree trunk with his feet and used his strength to jump again, passing more than a dozen date palm trees in a row.
A nobleman who was watching the excitement on his terrace caught a glimpse of Gordon and couldn't help shouting: "There he is, up in the tree! Catch this monkey quickly! Damn it, he's coming! Here are the guards, hurry up! Oh no -"
A long hook rope was thrown out of Gordon's hand and set up on the iron railing of the terrace. Gordon grabbed the hook rope and climbed up like flying, approaching the aristocratic mansion in the blink of an eye.
Only then did the soldiers notice the abnormality, and hurriedly turned around and surrounded them. Two strong and tough guards rushed out from behind the nobles. One of them drew his sword and slashed at the hook, while the other protected the nobles and quickly evacuated.
"Ding!" The blade of the blade struck the tough rope woven with blue steel wire, splashing sparks. The guard was stunned for a moment, and then he used his black lead-level power, raised the scimitar high and slashed again.
The scimitar was swung halfway, and suddenly it was released, falling limply on the rope. The guard fell to the sky, with a star dart embedded deep between his eyebrows.
Gordon tugged on the hook, soared into the air, climbed onto the terrace, and caught up with the fleeing nobles in several ups and downs. The other guard roared, punched out his fists, and penetrated Gordon's temples on both sides and the spikes on his knuckles.
The gloves made a harsh buzzing sound.
Gordon suddenly accelerated and jumped into the opponent's arms. His middle finger flicked out and hit the guard's Adam's apple. With the crisp sound of bone cracking, a flower of blood seeped out from the guard's throat. Gordon moved his elbow and the body flew straight out and hit the guard's throat.
On the noble's lap. The latter stumbled and fell, his front teeth knocked out, and blood flowed all over his mouth.
"I'll pay the ransom! Don't kill me!" the noble shouted in panic. Two black-lead-level personal guards were instantly killed, frightening him out of his mind. He hurriedly got up, but was kicked by Gordon's toe and fell down again.
Got a dog chewing mud.
"Where is the secret passage?" Gordon asked in a deep voice. Many nobles would build escape passages or secret rooms in their homes to prevent unexpected events. The reason why he fought against the opponent was because he wanted to use the secret passage to escape.
The nobleman shook his head with a sad face: "This is the house where I keep my female slaves. How can there be any hidden secrets?"
At this time, the soldiers gradually gathered towards the house. There were crowds of people everywhere, a forest of swords and spears, and warning whistles echoed in the air. The nearby nobles hid behind the curtains and stamped their feet and cursed, while the businessmen looked gloating.
Gordon took off his robe, grabbed the noble and ran downstairs. More than a dozen guards ran up the stairs one after another, with bright scimitars dancing loudly.
Gordon raised the nobleman and blocked it in front of him. The guard who arrived first hesitated and quickly put away his knife. Gordon took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, slicing the ice chrysanthemum dagger across the opponent's throat.
The other guard hesitated for a moment, but Gordon already flew up and kicked him in the chest. The ripples of the Breathing Technique vibrated layer by layer, and the heart suddenly exploded, and the broken flesh and blood spattered.
As if facing a formidable enemy, the third guard held his sword across his chest, firmly blocking the passage at the stairway, and stood firm. Gordon rushed forward unscrupulously, using the nobleman as a shield, and smashed the opponent's blade hard.
The noble screamed in fear, and the guard had no choice but to retreat. Gordon let go of the noble, and his left palm was like a knife, piercing the guard's throat like lightning. Then he reached out and grabbed the noble who had not yet landed, and rushed to the next one.
Guard.
"Kill!" The guard suddenly squatted down, roared and swung his knife, slashing hard at Gordon's right ankle, making it difficult for him to use the hostage as a shield.
Gordon swung his right leg deftly, and the source of spider silk gathered on the sole of his foot, and pulled it back. The stairs were originally covered with a whole red camel hair carpet, and the carpet was pulled by the source of spider silk, and the carpet also slid quickly. Stand.
The several guards on top suddenly lost their footing and fell on their backs. Gordon rushed forward with his dagger, killing three people in a row in an instant.
Blood splashed like waves along the direction in which he was running. Gordon rushed all the way, as if he was in a deserted land. These guards had neither the strength nor the fear of rats, and were slaughtered one by one like weak lambs. In a few breaths
, there were corpses everywhere on the stairs, and more than ten guards were killed by Gordon. The nobles were so frightened that their legs trembled and they kept retching.
Gordon rushed to the hall on the first floor, where servants were running around to hide. A fat cook ran to the closed door and was about to open the door latch when she was killed by a spear fired by Gordon.
Through the crack in the window, Gordon saw that the soldiers had broken into the garden outside the house and were surrounded by water. They aimed their strong bows and arrows at the doors and windows, ready to attack.
"Bump the door, break the door open!" A man who looked like a captain shouted the order, and the soldiers swarmed up and hit the door again and again.
"Bang-bang-bang!" The carved red copper door couldn't help but tremble, making a deafening sound. "Bump it hard!" "Be careful, don't hurt the master inside!" mixed with wild shouts.
Yelling, the door latch finally broke, making a harsh sound.
With a bang, the door was knocked open, a thick black smoke poured out from behind the door, the choking smoke of fireworks filled the air, the scorching flames filled the field of vision, and the entire hall of the mansion was engulfed in flames.
The soldiers coughed and retreated, unable to see clearly what was going on inside. "Hurry in and put out the fire! Go get water. Hurry, no one will be able to live well if the master inside dies!" The captain changed his face and shouted, and some soldiers took off their clothes.
Others rushed in to beat the flames, while others looked for basins and buckets to fill with water to put out the fire. The scene turned into a pot of boiling porridge.
After a while, a soldier who was blackened by the fireworks stumbled out of the sea of fire, holding the fainting nobleman in his arms. "I found the master!" He put down the nobleman and fell to his knees with a gasp.
"Well done! Surround the house and don't let that bastard escape!" The captain immediately carried the nobleman on his back, and the soldier followed him closely, squeezing out the surging crowd.
When they reached the intersection, the soldier suddenly accelerated, turned several corners in succession, walked farther and farther, and disappeared behind the high wall.