I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Late at night, a hidden entrance to a black market in London.

Douglas had changed out of his Scotland Yard detective uniform into a safari trench coat for ease of movement.

But the price of light movement is that it is difficult to keep out the cold. Fortunately, although the winter temperature in London is cold, it is still far less than that in the countryside where Douglas grew up. Such a slight cold will not cause substantial trouble to him at all - even if the sky is full of floating snow Even the snow could not extinguish the blood in his chest.

The disguised police detective took a deep breath from the cigarette on his fingertips. His lungs, which were accustomed to the spicy and hot pipe smoke, disdained the light and soft smoke of the cigarette. Such soft tobacco power could not even provide the slightest refreshment. effect.

Douglas spit out his unburned cigarette, took out his pocket watch and took a look. It was already very close to the time he had agreed with his informant.

Sure enough, before long, a figure slowly walked out of the deep alley across the street. The figure looked very wary. He looked around three times, until he was sure that no one was following him, and then he ran to Douglas to hide. From the shadow, he took out a heavy revolver from his arms. Just looking at the barrel caliber, he knew that it was definitely larger than most short guns currently on the market.

"Hey buddy, this is the .48 large-caliber revolver you want. The barrel is only 64 millimeters long, with a total of six bullet chambers...the recoil is amazing."

Douglas took the bright silver short gun and looked at it carefully, rubbing his fingers on the edge of the muzzle... Yes, the thickness was very close to the bullet marks on the foreheads of the crystal skulls.

He took the short gun and the matching ammunition into his arms with satisfaction, and took out the stack of rewards he had promised in advance. However, he did not hand it directly to the addict in front of him, but held it in his hand and weighed it.

"What about the most important thing?"

The pale drug addict chuckled and said: "Sir, don't worry, of course I have not forgotten your instructions... I have already memorized the appearance and characteristics of the businessman who sells powerful guns on the black market."

"The guy is about five feet nine inches tall, maybe five feet eight inches tall. He looks quite burly. He looks like a thug at first glance, but he is wearing a low-hanging Spanish hat. Specifically, I didn’t see his face very clearly. I just remembered that he was wearing a thick gray woolen windbreaker and a pair of big-toe leather boots. I heard the sound of the soles of his boots hitting the ground as he walked. It sounded like there were steel plates inside."

"And I purposely ran out ahead of him. You just need to continue waiting here. That guy will definitely leave through the exit I just took... Do you think this money is okay?"

Douglas directly threw the reward to the hungry addict, but he couldn't help but turn around and advise, "It's better to smoke less. You are born with keen observation skills that ordinary people can't match. As long as you can persist in drug withdrawal, If you are addicted, you may become a professional detective in the future.”

"Detective? What the hell is that?!" The addict took the money and ran impatiently to the opium store, leaving only a sarcastic sentence in the shadow at the end of the alley, "Isn't the joy of solving a case worse than that?" Do you want to enjoy the delicious opium? Do you want to feel comfortable and happy?”

Douglas shook his head helplessly, and then quietly moved his standing position to an angle more suitable for monitoring the black market exit ahead, and continued to hide in the shadows and wait.

It turns out that addicts still have a certain work ethic.

The disguised police detective did not wait long before he saw a guy who roughly matched the description slowly walking out of the underground door. Although the man had changed his hat and windbreaker, the outline of his body could not be changed by simply changing his clothes.

Moreover, in such a quiet deep alley at the moment, the heavy and slightly crunchy footsteps of the other party's every step were very close to the characteristics of the embedded steel boots described by the drug addict informant just now.

Douglas also had an intuition that told him that the burly figure in front of him must be the seller of powerful firearms on the black market! But he did not rush forward to directly arrest the guy who was spreading dangerous weapons. Instead, he followed him quietly, keeping a distance that was far enough but not completely lost, and followed him through the intricate streets and alleys. .

Thanks to the detective's understanding of the nearby terrain and a little bit of indispensable luck, he clung to this only clue and followed the other party to a certain factory area.

This area far away from the city center is lined with all kinds of factories, legal, illegal, cruel, bloody, everything. Even if it is already late at night when the moon is ready to rest, there are still several factories quietly operating. It was working tactfully, and through the window shadows one could see a group of tired and numb workers sitting inside.

But in Douglas' view, this is a hidden place that is extremely suitable for illegal activities - it is a mixed place with a mixed bag of fish and dragons, and the terrain is narrow and complex. Even if the specific intelligence location is known, it may be difficult to send police officers in to make arrests directly. Break through to key places.

He raised his head and glanced at the several street lights in front of the door that may have been set up by the capitalists out of kindness, but more likely they were to illuminate the nearby shadows so that anyone passing by would have to be exposed, so that some people could see them. Hidden sentinels at factories engaged in illegal activities can detect anomalies in advance.

Douglas carefully avoided the area illuminated by these streetlights, and relied on his innate sense of direction to walk through the nearby streets. He walked around at a silent and fast pace, and he must have been able to catch up with the person in front of him. A burly figure.

But when he walked into the alley that his target was supposed to pass through, he found that there were only dim shadows in the alley in front of him, and there was no trace of a human figure at all. Even the large shoe prints left on the snow were abrupt. Disappearing in the middle of the road, it is like the target of tracking has disappeared without a trace in the middle of the road.

Douglas was feeling confused and wanted to move forward to carefully check the shoe prints that disappeared into the snow, but he suddenly heard the sound of rapid footsteps behind him.

Someone is attacking! ! !

Douglas can be considered a man with rich combat experience. His first reaction when he encountered this stab in the back was not to look back. Instead, he immediately pushed his legs to the ground, lunged forward, and rolled and squatted while landing. He stood up, took out the powerful short gun he had just acquired, and pulled the trigger at the burly figure wielding a sharp blade!

A deafening bang echoed in the dark and quiet streets, and an extremely large and conspicuous gun flame burst out in front of the short barrel. The orange flames dispersed all shadows and darkness.

Detective Douglas finally made eye contact with the target he had been tracking for most of the night. He saw that even in such a late night, his face was still covered with camouflaged whiskers, and the traces of shoddy glue on the edges were illuminated by muzzle fireworks. It's clear to see, and the typical Angsa face is full of ferocious and cruel expressions!

But even if the police detective hurriedly drew his gun in such a hasty environment, he still showed good accuracy, and the .48-caliber projectile accurately hit the chest of the burly figure!

However, what happened next made this police detective who always considered himself calm and composed couldn't help but be moved by it!

I saw that the thug who had clearly been hit in the chest by a large-caliber bullet only swayed slightly, as if he had just suffered a flesh wound. Instead, he further aroused his ferocity, roared, and attacked again with a slender blade. Come!

The police detective once again recalled the terrifying things he had witnessed on the riverbank in the past - the terrifying monster that looked like a human but not a beast, the monster that had clearly separated its body and head but was still struggling to crawl, the monster that turned into a puddle of cold water after death. Black liquid monster.

‘My decision to investigate this case was indeed correct! I finally caught the traces of these strange forces and chaos! ! ! ’

'Just a pawn selling guns can already possess the magic to resist the power of guns, so there must be an extremely large and terrifying team hidden behind this case! ’

These thoughts flashed through Douglas's mind in an instant, but the most crucial issue at the moment was to first deal with the knife-wielding thug in front of him.

Although he had witnessed the thugs in front of him withstand large-caliber bullets, the police detective was not afraid of the thugs in his heart, whether it was his previous deeds of emptying the bullet chamber and smashing the monster's head on the river bank, or the previous actions of Spencer. Sai's instructions let him know that even these weird and terrifying guys are not immortal. They can still be injured and bleed. He only needs to crush their heads/hearts and they will die!

Now that the first shot in the chest has proven ineffective, all you need to do is aim at the vulnerable eyes and throat!

It only took Douglas half a second to clarify his thoughts. He slightly raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger one after another. There were two loud bangs, and two more .48 bullets were fired at the thugs who were roaring towards them. Shoot away.

One shot was directed at the opponent's throat, and the other shot was directed at the opponent's left eye!

However, Douglas still underestimated the recoil of this large-caliber revolver.

Even though he had held it carefully with both hands, the recoil was still astonishingly strong, and the muzzle of the gun was almost lifted into the sky, so that his shot was slightly deflected, and it only penetrated the corner of the thug's mouth and scratched the target. Scalp the thug.

The thug with blood on his face completely ignored the pain. His light blue eyes shone with a terrifying and bloodthirsty evil light. He raised his blade high and pounced towards the sneaky guy in front of him, just like... A hungry tiger descended from the mountain and pounced on the frightened prey with its claws.

Bang bang bang——

Douglas did not panic even at this time. He calmly waited for the opponent to rush in front of him, then resolutely pulled the trigger and fired the remaining three rounds of ammunition completely - at such a close distance, it was impossible for him to fire. If it is empty, it will never be empty!

Three coquettish blood flowers bloomed on the rough face, and the blooming petals were mixed with broken lenses.

The thug who was still full of energy one second was already limp in the detective's arms the next second.

Douglas, who had been doused with blood, pushed away the heavy, still hot corpse with an unhappy look on his face.

He was dissatisfied because the clues he finally obtained were interrupted... Presumably after the arms trafficking group discovered that a pawn was missing, they would definitely become more cautious in the days to come, and it would be harder for him to find them. Traces are gone.

"But at least a preliminary clue has been obtained. This arms trafficking group with mysterious power is probably hidden in this complex factory area... We must arrange personnel to conduct a covert search of this place as soon as possible before they react. ”

Douglas looked up at the half-disappeared shoe print in front of him, thinking about where the other party wanted to go.

"If we continue in this direction, then there will be only Uh Gu Gu——"

A burly figure stood up quietly, and a sharp cold light streaked across Douglas's fragile throat. His vocal cords were torn, making it difficult for him to speak, and the spurt of blood made him unable to struggle.

The Scotland Yard police detective used his last bit of strength to turn around, and saw that the thug's eyes were shattered and only the black and bloody frames were left. Surprisingly, he was not dead yet! Amazingly, he was able to stand up and fight back! ! !

"Gu Gu Gu Gu——(What the hell kind of monster is this?!)"

Douglas, who had his own throat with one hand, fell weakly. Until the last moment of death, he could still hear the muttering of the monster thug.

"Foolish mortal, pain is like an anvil, forging my flesh and blood... Your attacks will only fuel the fire of my anger, until this flame also ignites you!"

A flash of cold light from the silver moon flashed, and Douglas's head was separated from his torso, and was held in the hands of Yurico Wallace, a former member of the 5th Fusiliers of the Berkshire Brigade. He looked at the head with a smile and said to himself Said: "I knew that if I applied to go out, there would definitely be killings coming to my door. Now my Blade progress can continue to be at the forefront of the team!"

However, the next second, Yuriko discovered something was wrong - he had obviously practiced the killing of the blade code, but the blade in his body had not improved at all, as if the head he had just cut off was just a A beautifully carved elm head, instead of a living kindred spirit willing to fight, not even the Code of Blades is willing to give him feedback.

"But how is this possible? How can the guidelines be wrong?!"

"Unless this guy has died a long time ago, so the Blade Code is unwilling to judge this behavior as killing, and is unwilling to give me the corresponding Blade mana..."

Yurico dug out the shattered eyeballs in his eye sockets, letting his dark, faceted eyes pop out, and looked at the head that was still bleeding slowly in his hand with his new visual organs.

Then he saw that the broken spine of the head's neck turned a cold, iron-black color like metal!

And those pair of eyes that were staring at death were faintly glowing red and hot!

"What the hell-"

There was a loud bang! ! !

The two separated corpses exploded violently, with blazing flames devouring surrounding objects like hungry beasts, and the violent shock wave blasted a shallow crater out of the frozen solid ground.

When the smoke cleared, only half of the tall, unrecognizable body remained in the explosion crater, but there was no trace of Detective Douglas's broken body or limbs at all.

It was as if the Scotland Yard detective had never been here tonight and was still sleeping soundly in his apartment building.