The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 There was no light from the cracks in the door. Obviously, the people inside have fallen asleep.

　　 Fatima put the simple shield on his arm, then held the doorknob, turned it slightly, and pushed it down.

　　 The door was locked from the inside.

　　 Obviously, Gregory didn’t even worry about the guards, so he added a piece of insurance to himself.

　　 Fatima knocked on the door with her finger bones again. The sound was very crisp, indicating that the texture of the door was average and not very thick.

　　 A door like this should be able to break through with just one slam. But the violent impact is bound to attract the attention of the guards, so a quick fight must be made.

　　 Fatima thinks so, and does so. She backed up a few steps, then turned sideways, turned the shield-bound side toward the door, and hit it like a cannonball.

　　 The door was knocked open. Fatima rolled around on the spot, she squatted on the ground, got up, and tried to shrink her body behind the shield in a defensive posture.

　　 The room is still dark.

　　 Vaguely, Fatima saw a raised object on the bed in front of her.

　　 With such a big movement just now, Gregory hasn't even woken up yet, which is abnormal.

　　 Fatima was alert, but she still threw a throwing knife towards the bed.

　　 And the guards also noticed the impact, and there was a loud noise inside and outside the house. They began to rush towards the room.

　　 Regardless of whether Gregory died or not, she should retreat at this time.

　　 Fatima faces the room, she backs up and prepares to exit the door.

　　 Just then, a candle was lit in the room.

　　 Monkey-like Gregory dressed in white pajamas, sitting on a chair, holding a musket in his hand, facing the gate, which is Fatima's direction.

　　 "You'd better not move, or I promise you will be shot into a sieve." Gregory said triumphantly.

　　 Although Gregory appeared to be holding a Zhizhu, the wicked man's heart was really nervous.

　　 Since returning home, Gregory has been restless, and his mind is full of the scene of Fedot slashing himself with an axe. He lay down on the bed, but couldn't sleep.

　　 Gregory didn't expect that, even at home, he felt insecure.

　　 After countless toss and turns, Gregory got up. He opened the bedside cabinet in the dark, where there was a revolver with the bullets loaded.

　　 Gregory took out the musket. Only when he held it, Gregory felt at ease. At this moment, he heard the sound of metal falling to the ground outside the door. Gregory knew that something was definitely going on outside, so he squatted behind the edge of the bed with his pistol, two monkey eyes staring at the door. The light from the crack in the door was blocked by an object. This verifies Gregorian's guess.

　　 When people come to life and death, they often burst out with amazing wisdom. At this time, Gregory was not so scared. He quickly calculated that he was on the second floor. Although there were windows in the room, he could jump from the top with his own skill, immortality and crippled. For the present plan, we can only rely on the slight advantage of the enemy's light and our secrets to win.

　　 Gregory quickly said that the pillow was stuffed into the quilt, making the illusion that he was still sleeping. Then he sat down on the side chair with the gun in his hand, the muzzle facing the door. Due to tension, Gregory's hand holding the gun was shaking.

　　 But now, the enemy has been restrained, and the situation is as he hoped-Fatima obediently threw the knife in her hand to the ground and raised her hands.

　　 Gregory finally let go of his heart now.

　　 "Now, tell me, who sent you? Do you have any accomplices outside?" Gregory asked.

　　 Originally, he always thought that Fedot would be the one who assassinated him, but he did not expect it to be a female assassin.

　　 But Fatima didn't answer Gregory's question, she just stared at Gregory without saying a word.

Outside the door that 　　 smashed into, the guards who heard the movement finally arrived. They squeezed in in a panic, and two of them hurriedly grasped Fatima's hands.

　　 "Sir, are you okay?" an officer asked tremblingly.

　　 can't help but not be afraid.

　　 Twenty guards even let the assassin in, and touched into the room of General Adjutant Gregory. If there is something wrong with Gregory, they will definitely not be able to eat.

　　 "If I were to rely on your trash, I didn't know how many times I would die." Gregory cursed. Now that the situation is under control, Gregory's temper is of course up again.

　　The officers and guards had no choice but to say yes.

　　 Gregory stood up and walked to Fatima.

　　 "Is it a Tatar?" Gregory pinched Fatima's chin and said with an obscene smile.

　　 "Sir, I think you'd better let go of your hand, otherwise your end will not be good." Fatima finally spoke.

　　 But obviously, everyone took Fatima's threat as a joke. Gregory and the guards in the room burst into laughter, and some of them couldn't help laughing.

　　 "Then I have to see how you want me to die, do you use your body?"

　　 Gregory deliberately adjusted Fatima's collar with his fingers.

　　Although the assassin girl in front of her is indeed a bit attractive, Gregory still prefers **** and fat buttocks to this thin and flat figure. Therefore, most of the elements in his words were molested~www.readwn.com~ But Gregory didn't like it, but that doesn't mean these guards didn't like it. Gregory knew very well how long these bear-like strong men hadn't vented. They see women as if a bear wakes up from hibernation and sees honey.

"Lastly give you a chance, Tatar woman. Tell me where your accomplices are, or I will hand you over to these guards. You should know that we Tsarist Russia dealt with infidels, especially infidel women. Of the means."

　　 Until now, Gregory had mistakenly thought that Fatima was an associate of Fedot.

　　 Fatima still didn't say a word, but looked at Gregory contemptuously.

　　 This of course aroused Gregory's fierceness even more. He slapped Fatima a few slaps.

　　 "This Tatar woman is yours, remember not to kill her." Gregory said to the officer and the soldiers behind him.

　　 This order received an eager response from the guards. They hurriedly praised Gregory's wisdom and kindness. The two guards who clasped Fatima's hands back and rubbed Fatima's back through their coats, but now they are even more blatant.

　　 "Sir, you should really look behind you."

　　 At this time, Fatima, who had not spoken, spoke up.

　　 "Behind you? Is there anything behind me? Could it be that your God saved you by standing behind me?"

　　 Of course, Gregory knew that there would be nothing behind him, but he still turned his head exaggerated deliberately and looked behind him.

　　 There is indeed no one behind Gregory. But there was a gun at him, and that gun was outside the window on the roof of Gregory's house.

　　 Gunshots sounded.

　　 The bullet shattered the glass and also hit Gregory.