Sherlock Holmes

I don’t know how to describe the moment when the two of them touched each other.

It means one person waves his arm and the other person blocks it.

It was an extremely simple and unsophisticated movement, but because it was too fast, it made people feel a sense of overwhelming violence. However, such a fast movement stopped because of the instant contact between the two people's arms, like a camera. The shutter was pressed at that moment, and the contrast between extremely fast and extremely slow gave people the illusion that the scene was frozen.

Of course, this seemingly frozen visual impact was actually only for a moment, and the agitated wind had not had time to blow Catherine's hair.

Baskerville's eyes became fascinated, and he looked at the private detective in front of him very seriously through the lenses in front of him.

He is 47 years old. When a normal man reaches this age, his body will undoubtedly begin to decline, but he has reached a peak uncharacteristically. The training of life and death on the battlefield and his natural sensitivity to demonic abilities have made him Miraculously, I have reached the most powerful stage in my life.

Many years ago, before he became chief of staff, he was called an 'extremely talented young man' by Lord Dante himself. So he must be extremely talented. Now more than ten years later, he must be even more talented. Even more powerful than that time.

In fact, he felt that in the entire empire now, there were people who were more powerful than him. He could count them on one hand.

So of course he could feel that the detective in front of him was also a powerful person, even more powerful than he imagined. Otherwise, he wouldn't have stared at him without blinking as soon as he got out of the car.

But after all, the other party is only a second-level contractor.

This makes Baskerville very excited and happy. He does not have any great qualities that value talents like gold, let alone a boring person who stands on the top of a mountain and looks down at all living beings, shouting that he is invincible and has no opponent. In fact, in this world , as long as there is Lord Dante, it is impossible for anyone to have such a ridiculous idea.

Therefore, in his inhumane understanding, crushing a budding strong man is undoubtedly a very exciting thing!

It's like uprooting those beautiful flowers and breaking those white curtains into pieces.

In fact, in the environment of the empire, many people feel that destroying a beautiful thing can bring them great pleasure. However, those people are too pathetic. They may not be able to encounter any beautiful things in their lives. So after having a romantic relationship with the girl, I could only humbly look for that bright red on the sheets.

But Baskerville is definitely not that kind of pathetic guy. He considers himself to be a fairly gentle person. Although his temperament is somewhat unpleasant, he also has higher standards of scrutiny.

The detective in front of him was enough for him, even a little excessive, not only because of the strength of the other party, but also because of the cigarette that he had never been able to adapt to.

It was also because he smelled something very similar to himself on the other person.

So the opponent is worth killing!

When he was the most arrogant and conceited, thinking that he would surely shine the most dazzlingly in the future, he crushed all his beliefs, and then looked at the disbelief in the other person's eyes before his death. That kind of despair should be It can be regarded as one of the most beautiful things in the world. It would be even better if he could say a few words or even ask himself a few words at that time.

Of course, I will refuse.

Thoughts flashed through his mind. At this moment, the explosion had just spread and stirred up the dust on the ground. Baskerville's arm suddenly lifted up, followed by an even greater and violent force. , slashing down like a blade at the same position.

The wind from the palm broke several of Sherlock's hair.

Moran said before that most of the three-stage contractors themselves are not very different, because that is the only contract power that humans can integrate.

But the commander in front of him is obviously not in the category of most people.

At this moment, faced with the terrifying impact, Sherlock did not panic, nor was he surprised by the biting itching on his shoulders.

He is very focused and serious!

In fact, if he thought about it rationally, he would rather experience another airship crash and fight with that third-level demon than face the guy in front of him.

Between the lightning and flint, he felt the weird sharpness running through his bones. Incredibly, his mind directly simulated more than 30 possible attack directions in the next moment, and based on the opponent's fierce eyes, The bloodthirsty smell under the calm expression, the angle of the shoulders, and the bend of the legs cut out and sorted a large number of possibilities.

He didn't even have time to figure out the reasoning process of all this in his mind, because at this moment, his thinking was faster than his reaction, so without any warning, his footsteps moved lightly to the side, causing his body to twist slightly, and that's it This unpredictable movement avoided a fatal air strike that passed from top to bottom.

As soon as the blow failed, Baskerville's eyes became fierce, and his gentle expression became ferocious. His offensive turned out to be a little more ferocious. The successive attacks were almost like the densest rotating gunfire, one after another. Under the afterimage was the most terrifying and bloody killing intent.

But why are these murderous intentions so familiar?

Sherlock could clearly feel that the other party wanted his heart, wanted to crush the bones and tear it out completely!

I want my own eyes!

The soft bones of the throat, the fragile joints between the limbs, the internal organs that are not protected by bones.

Crush, tear, break, and the weak bones inside the eye sockets closest to the brain

Sherlock discovered that the other party was very similar to himself, pursuing the most direct and violent killing method that left no escape route for the other party.

As soon as his thoughts moved, the force that was pressing down like a mountain turned out to be even more turbulent and terrifying. He exerted force under his feet in accordance with the opponent's rhythm. The stone slabs on the long street were directly shattered and turned into spreading cracks. With the reaction force, the entire The person suddenly lifted up, and in an instant, within this extremely narrow range, the two of them crossed each other countless times. The explosions almost shattered the glass in the distance, and the road under their feet was also hit by the densest and most intense damage. The miserable abuse, the cracked gravel was shaken into smaller pieces again and again, and then bounced everywhere like cannonballs.

Extremely wild, but also extremely pure!

In the second stage, most contractors will inherit some demonic abilities, and when fighting, there is no need to follow this most primitive method.

But both of them seem to like the most direct killing, the closest to the prey, the bloodiest, the most brutal, pursuing the feeling of crushing the opponent's flesh and blood with their own limbs. In fact, their level of fighting is enough to destroy this entire block, but these two people seem to be very fond of the one-third of an acre of land under their feet. No one is willing to move too many steps, they are tough and crazy. He eats all the opponent's attacks with his body, seeming to be using this method to find the kind of masochistic pleasure.

Finally, with a louder explosion, the glass of the bar shattered, and Sherlock's left hand forced directly towards the lower edge of the opponent's sternum from an extremely direct, but also extremely decisive angle!

That's the end of the chest where the bones can provide protection, closest to the heart.

At the same time, a strong wind roared and hit his throat so fast that he couldn't even see clearly!

However, Sherlock did not hide. His eyes were unblinking in the strong wind, almost ignoring his own death. At this moment when he was about to die, he seemed so excited.

As excited as Baskerville, two people in completely different clothes seemed so strangely harmonious at this moment.

The sound in this second was so dense and chaotic that it seemed to have continued into an indistinguishable roar. As the roar suddenly stopped, the two intertwined people separated instantly.

So fast that no one saw what happened.

It was only at this moment that the violent wind between the two finally stopped, Catherine's wildly dancing black hair finally fell down, and the voice of "Stop!" finally came out of her throat.

Without any hesitation, she immediately rushed forward regardless of her own safety, and put her arms in front of Sherlock.

In fact, she was blind now. She didn't even realize how Sherlock, a contractor who had just reached the second level, survived in that moment. She didn't even realize that she, a combat-type cleric, had actually survived just now. There was no opportunity to intervene.

At the same time, the group of soldiers who followed finally rushed over and surrounded Baskerville tightly. Of course, they could not stop the middle-aged commander. They could only hope that the other party did not completely abandon reason. Tear this group of people into pieces.

The two groups of people were just two meters apart, looking at each other nervously.

On the contrary, Sherlock and Baskerville seemed extremely quiet.

"Let's go, it's quite cold outside." Sherlock said naturally.

Catherine was shocked. Her face was already pale, so she didn't understand how Sherlock's voice could still be so calm. However, she didn't want to stay in front of Baskerville anymore, so she quickly took Sherlock's hand and walked toward him. Walk towards the corner.

During this process, they needed to get past Baskerville, but the other party didn't move or even turn his head to glance.

Until the two of them disappeared around the corner.

Baskerville finally frowned slightly.

"Ahem."

He let out a slight cough and felt something fishy and sweet in his mouth.