There was no light in the crack of the door. Obviously, the people inside have fallen asleep.

    Fatima put the simple shield on her arm, then held the door handle, turned it gently, and then pushed it down.

    The door was locked from the inside.

    Obviously, Gregory didn''t even worry about the guards. He also insured himself.

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

    Such a door should be able to break in with a sharp impact. But the violent impact will surely attract the guard''s attention, so we must make a quick decision.

    Fatima thought so and did so. She stepped back a few steps, then turned sideways, turned the side with the shield towards the door and hit it like a shell.

    The door was knocked open. Fatima rolled on the spot. She squatted on the ground, gathered up, and tried to shrink her body behind the shield to make a defensive posture.

    The house is still dark.

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

    It''s not normal that Gregory didn''t wake up after such a big noise just now.

    Fatima was a little alert, but she threw a throwing knife on the bed.

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

    Whether Gregory is dead or not, it''s time for her to retreat.

    Fatima faces into the room. She backs up to exit the door.

    Just then, candles lit up in the room.

    The monkey like Gregory was wearing a white Pajama and sitting in a chair with a firegun in his hand, facing the door, that is, Fatima''s direction.

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

    Although Gregory showed a wise bead in his hand, the villain''s heart was really very nervous.

    After returning home, Gregory was restless. His mind was full of the scenes when fedotte cut himself with an axe. He lay down in bed, but he couldn''t sleep.

    Gregory never thought that he had no sense of security even at home.

    After countless tosses and turns, Gregory got up. He opened the bedside table in the dark. There was a revolver gun in it. The bullets had been loaded.

    Gregory took out the musket. Only when he held it did Gregory have a trace of peace of mind. Just then, he heard the sound of metal falling on the ground outside the door. Knowing that something must have happened outside, Gregory grabbed the pistol, squatted behind the edge of the bed, and stared at the door with two monkey eyes. The light coming through the crack of the door was blocked by something. This confirms Gregory''s guess.

    At the critical moment of life and death, people often burst out with amazing wisdom. At this time, Gregory was not so afraid. He quickly calculated that he was on the second floor. Although there were windows in the room, he could jump down from it with his own skill. He would be disabled if he didn''t die. For today''s plan, we can only rely on the enemy''s advantages to win.

    Gregory quickly said that he stuffed the pillow into the quilt and made the illusion that he was still sleeping. Then he took the gun and sat on the side chair, the muzzle of the gun facing the door. Because of nervousness, Gregory''s hand holding the gun was shaking.

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

    Gregory was finally relieved now.

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

    Originally, he always thought it would be fedot who assassinated himself, but he didn''t expect it to be a female assassin.

    But Fatima didn''t answer Gregory''s question. She just stared at Gregory and didn''t say a word.

    The guards who heard the news finally arrived at the broken door. They hurried in, and two of them grabbed Fatima''s hands.

    "Are you all right, sir?" an officer asked timidly.

    He couldn''t help but be frightened.

    Twenty guards let the assassins in and touched the general''s adjutant Gregory''s room. If Gregory had something good or bad, they would not be able to bear it.

    "I don''t know how many times I''d die if I had to rely on you losers," Gregory scolded. Now that the situation is under control, Gregory''s temper is certainly up again.

    The officers and guards had to be submissive.

    Gregory got up and went to Fatima.

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

    "Sir, I think you''d better let go of your hand, or you won''t end well." Fatima finally said.

    Obviously, everyone took Fatima''s threat as a joke. Gregory and the guards in the room laughed, and some people couldn''t stand up.

    "Then I''ll see how you want me to die and use your body?"

    Gregory deliberately opened Fatima''s collar with his finger.

    Although the assassin girl in front of him was indeed somewhat beautiful, Gregory preferred breast and fat buttocks to this thin and flat figure. Therefore, most of his words are flirtatious.

    But Gregory doesn''t like it, doesn''t mean these guards don''t like it. Gregory knew very well how long these bear strong men had not let out. They see women as a Bear sees honey when he wakes up from hibernation.

    "I''ll give you one last chance, Tatar woman. Tell me where your accomplices are, or I''ll give you to these guards. You should know how our czar Russians deal with pagans, especially pagan women."

    Until now, Gregory mistook Fatima for fedot''s accomplice.

    Fatima did not say a word, but looked at Gregory contemptuously.

    Of course, this aroused Gregory''s ferocity. He gave Fatima a few ears.

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

    The order was eagerly responded to by the guards. They hurriedly praised Gregory''s wisdom and kindness. The two guards who clasped Fatima''s hands against him had been dishonestly rubbing Fatima''s back through his coat, and now they were even more brazen.

    "Sir, you really should look behind you."

    At this time, Fatima, who had been silent, opened her mouth.

    "Behind me? Is there anything behind me? Is your Allah standing behind me to save you?"

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

    There was really no one behind Gregory. But there was a gun pointing at him. The gun was on the roof near Gregory''s house outside the window.

    Gunfire rang out.

    The bullet broke the glass and hit Gregory.