Assassin’s Adventure

The curse of the El Dorado is really ridiculous.

Of course he didn't take it seriously, these rumors were naturally spread as a joke.

However, when the "angel" was finally unearthed, a large number of people were arranged by him in the periphery. There were less than ten people who could actually see the unearthed angel. Although they did not believe in the curse, out of a cautious nature, he still ordered the surrounding soldiers and sailors were not allowed to look directly in the eyes.

Of course he didn't know what eyes were, and none of the ten sailors obeyed his orders.

When it was unearthed, a tattered wooden box was dug out, and a cube-shaped gold block full of mysterious patterns lay quietly inside.

He opened the box and picked it up. He didn't see the so-called eyes, but the sailor directly opposite him did.

He didn't know what the sailor was crazy about, so he took out the machete and chopped it down at his head.

The sailor was so close to him that the machete rubbed his forehead and cut off his hat, and of course the "angel" fell back again.

He was covered in cold sweat at that time, and he was just a few centimeters short, and he was kicked out.

"Damn it, what the **** are you doing!"

He directly raised his musket and aimed it at the subordinate who dared to swing a knife at him, but what he saw was not a pair of human eyes at all.

The golden eyes, the pupils are very small, and the indifferent face can't see any anger belonging to human beings at all.

This thing bent over to pick up the angel, Wilson could only describe it as something, it was definitely not human.

He shot decisively and aimed at the forehead of this thing.

From the muzzle to the forehead, the distance is less than half a meter, and there is almost no possibility of failure.

boom!

The projectile ejected by the musket directly penetrated and revealed that the brains mixed with blood and flowed out, but the thing was still standing and did not fall down at all.

The sailor's body was as hard as a rock, and he was kicked to the ground in the end, and then he carefully found a canvas to wrap the angel.

The sailors around were a little scared. They didn't know what happened to the dead sailor.

"Don't worry about everyone, it's just a sailor trying to rebel."

He excused himself with such a reason that he was just talking nonsense with his eyes open.

At first, the soldiers on the periphery were in a good mood when they found out that they had found the angel, and some even cheered that they finally got something, so long time was not in vain.

But with the fermentation of time, at night, the people in the center circle will be completely spread out. Combined with the rumors of the curse, people start to panic.

Pirates can back down, soldiers can back down, but he can't, he's Redbeard: Abbott, Wilson, a new member of the Knights Templar, he needs this money to get a higher position for himself, and he needs this money too Soothe your subordinates.

They didn't loot for more than half a year, and it was only by the temptation of El Dorado that they could get the crew's support. He put all his money into it, and if he didn't get anything in the end, he would not only face the failure to fulfill his oath, but also the rebellion of the crew.

His prestige was worn away in half a year, and he could not bring back any gold. The angry crew would hang him on the mast, and there would be no one else to help him.

He wanted to find any clues from Adudin's journal, even if it was just a legend, he was willing to try it.

He had already flipped through the log three times, but had found nothing. Under the dim kerosene lamp, his eyes were sore and swollen.

Whenever he closed his eyes, the pair of golden eyes that had no life at all appeared in his brain. He had never seen the eyes of an angel, but he could clearly recognize that the eyes on an angel should be like this. .

It was late at night, he finally looked at the "angel" wrapped in canvas on the table, and forced himself to sleep.

They still have a long way to go, and he still has three days, or even four days, to think about how to deal with such things as curses.

The kerosene lamp went out, the tent was completely darkened, and it was already one o'clock in the morning.

The three Gordons finally breathed a sigh of relief. They wandered around for an hour until this time. Even though they had tried hard to avoid the crowd, they still bumped into two patrols during this time. Erna's somewhat nasty Spanish got in the way, but if it's a little longer, they'll definitely show up.

"Action!"

Gordon opened his eagle eyes.

The two soldiers on duty were still bragging with their backs to the fire, discussing the curse, El Dorado, women and gold coins, and they didn't even hear anyone sneaking into the tent amid the crackling sound of the firewood.

Only Gordon sneaked in, Mitch and Gore were responsible for receiving outside.

In the tent, I couldn't see my fingers. Fortunately, Gordon had eagle eyes, and he could clearly see a human body radiating orange-red light on the bed made of hay and cotton cloth~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

On a very simple and shoddy table, "Angel" was placed there. He just lifted a corner of the canvas to determine its gold material.

logbook...

Gordon was looking for the logbook that might have recorded a lot of things.

According to Jon, this journal contains all the details of the exploration from the Amazon basin, anything related to El Dorado.

The notebook is thick and large, and should be easy to tell apart.

Gordon looked around for a week, and finally found the book on the bed, and the book was still under the head of the person.

It had been less than twenty minutes since the lights were turned off in the tent. The person on the bed was definitely in a light sleep. Now he was going to raise the person's head, take out the book, and put his head down again, which would be killing him.

But the arrow had to be sent on the string. He found a book about the thickness from the table, and then started to act.

He carefully raised Wilson's head with his right hand, and pulled out the journal for another week.

He held his breath almost the whole time, trying to keep the hand holding his head as steady as possible.

Then slowly, he stuffed another book into it. There was no mistake in the whole process, and it was accurate. Wilson, who was in a light sleep, was not woken up.

"very good!"

Gordon said in his heart, he only needs to take the angel and leave now, and he's done.

He thought so, and of course he did so, the heavy golden cube was carried off the table.

But the table is indeed shoddy. After the heavy object was picked up, it made a harsh creaking sound. This kind of sound was so painful that Gordon quickly stopped.

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