Sherlock Holmes

At this time, in the buildings in the distance, the cold wind from high places scratched the scalp of the military police captain. He felt that every trace of snow falling on his body might bring out a momentary shiver.

Reason told him that all this was false, but his eyes really transmitted all the pictures into his mind, regardless of whether he could accept it or not.

In the previous encounters, the detective showed no aggression at all, just annoying, and there was a sense of ridicule in his words, just like a man who clung to the dean's daughter and felt like he was hugging her. The successful villain.

Who would have thought that this kind of person could turn into a bloody human-shaped meat grinder like a demon on this snowy night, splattering blood everywhere he passed!

Those seven or eight contractors are no longer opponents!

With his thoughts at this point, he couldn't help but feel a little lucky. He was glad that he had thought carefully and didn't show up. If he really went to catch the detective with his group of people, he might have died in the hands of the other party now.

After so many years on the front line, my contracting ability is not very good, and my commanding ability is not strong. But not only did I not die, I was able to become the captain of a squadron of more than 30 people. It was because of this kind of caution!

Therefore, he no longer hesitated, because there was no possibility of reversing the current battle situation. He felt that he should leave quickly, then report the situation to the deputy dean, and then think of other more sinister ways to deal with this guy.

A thunderous massacre is naturally the most direct and effective method, but this is the hinterland of the empire, not the front line of the Demon Gate. If you want to kill someone, the best way is to use invisible knives.

Roars, bones breaking, muscles collapsing, all the sounds are so bloody and cruel. At this time, these sounds are all gathered together, making people unable to distinguish each other, but subconsciously feeling frightened and terrified. tumbling!

A demon opened its mouth wider than the diameter of its body and rushed towards the man on the bridge. However, in the next second, it was kicked backwards by an even greater force and hit several other demons along the way. A small demon climbed up from the ground. On the ground, blood and snow blended together, making the surrounding colors look so weird.

The soldiers at the rear were all pale. Their physical strength was naturally not as strong as the demon they controlled, so they did not dare to rush forward for a while. They simply could not believe that this man was so terrifying.

Those are all demons, first-level and second-level demons. They are not fighting alone, but they are attacking together. The opponent should not have much room to fight back!

But why is he still standing, and why are so many demon limbs thrown out?

This guy didn't even have a knife in his hand. Did he tear it off by force?

Among the demons, Sherlock's body looked like weeds in the strong wind, looking crazy and messy. However, under such a dense offensive, he still did not suffer any damage, just swaying and swinging, becoming a contractor. So far, he has adapted to this kind of battle with demons, so his brain, which never seems to know its limits, can subconsciously show the most clearly visible routes for the actions of these demons, allowing him to dodge and advance. It has become extremely sharp and effective, every passing encounter is dangerous, and every intertwining and separation of flesh and blood is so cruel.

But in fact, from Sherlock's perspective, he was not engaged in a life-or-death battle. He even had the leisure to hold down his hat to prevent it from being blown away by some blind demon.

Finally, after another sudden advance, he made an incredible leap without stopping, twisting his body in mid-air without any help, avoiding an extremely sharp claw mark, and suddenly rushed out of the siege range. Then it turned into a long wind, pushing away the flying snow in the light curtain, and rushed straight towards the crowd in front at an unbelievable speed.

The distance of more than ten meters exploded like a violent wind under the feet. Before the lingering sound disappeared, people had arrived first. The pupils of the nearest soldier almost suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, but in the test of life and death on the battlefield Letting his muscle memory surpass his reaction, an electric shock baton in his hand directly shot out the most fascinating sparks. This mass-produced weapon at the Imperial Mechanical Institute is to some extent easier to use than swords and guns, because many demons are tough. The skin can resist a lot of damage, but there is no way to resist the impact of electric shock on the body. However, due to energy issues, they are all disposable products and can only be used flesh-to-flesh.

If the devil can't resist it, then it's natural that humans can't resist it either.

So under the interweaving of the blue light and the pale golden fire, Sherlock's face was shimmering in black and white, but his eyes were unblinking, and he even slightly grinned at the corners of his mouth. Without dodging or dodging, he directly moved his hands. He instantly grabbed the opponent's elbow, grabbed the electric shock baton, and then inserted it into the opponent's throat regardless of the situation.

The thick iron pipe directly opened the throat and tore the esophagus. Electric sparks flashed brightly and darkly through the skin of the neck. Smoke began to come out of the man's mouth. The blood was instantly steamed to a thick consistency by the high temperature, and his whole body twitched crazily. , fell to the ground after a while, but I don’t know whether the convulsions from time to time are because he is not dead yet, or because the current is still stimulating the nerves that have lost their souls.

With such ferocity and cruelty, everyone around him couldn't help but wonder, is this guy inhumane? How could he be so cruel?

I completely forgot that if the other party fell into the hands of my group, it might be even more miserable.

But suddenly, just when everyone thought that they would turn into a corpse in the opponent's hands in the next second.

The bloodthirsty detective in front of him suddenly stopped.

He turned his head slightly and frowned slightly as he looked at the buildings at the end of the bridge, looking a little displeased.

The next second, the soldiers who were still alive in front of them saw the most terrifying, unbelievable, and last scene they had ever seen in their lives.

A crack in the void was torn open.

Then the second void crack was torn open.

Third, fourth. Not counting the appearance of the tenth void, there were also countless cracks behind them, on their left and right, silently surrounding them.

Then demons, large or small, crawled out from these cracks, with spikes and fangs all over their bodies, and slime that was obviously corrosive at first sight.

They did not roar or move, just like a group of well-trained military dogs, either lying on their knees or standing with their heads held high.

At this moment, these soldiers were so stupid that they even felt that all their years of fighting on the front line were in vain. Subconsciously, they looked at each other, and then saw countless extremely complicated emotions in each other's eyes.

But among all these emotions, no 'hope' was found.

As for the detective, his attention seemed to be no longer on these people. The demons he summoned were enough to devour this group of people completely, so at this moment, he just looked at the other side of the bridge quietly. At one end, the line of sight passes through the dense snow and night, directly towards the person peeping in the building complex.

There were no lights around the position of the gendarmerie captain, and he stood completely in darkness. But at this moment, he almost felt that his whole body was shrouded in fear.

He was also confused

He didn't know why so many demons suddenly appeared on the bridge, and he didn't even know why the weird detective looked in his direction!

All he knew was that he had to run now! Run as fast as you can! ! ! !

So, he didn't even take the stairs, but jumped directly from the fence, and the impact of the fall from the height of several floors was so strong that he almost had a mouthful of blood in his chest. However, He didn't dare to stay and fled frantically along the shadowed path of the building complex!

On the other side, the demons behind Sherlock had begun an almost one-sided massacre. Bloody scenes were staged one after another, and screams were heard one after another, but he didn't even look at it, and just apologized slightly towards the carriage in the distance. The way:

"I'm sorry, Miss Eileen, can you wait a moment? I'll be back as soon as I go."

Irene had already sat up straight, and the admiration and admiration in her heart had completely turned into shock. Seeing that Sherlock did not forget to ask her for advice at this time, a pair of extremely charming eyes sparkled for a moment, and she He pursed his lips slightly, as if he was enduring some extreme excitement and relief, and let out a very seductive hum:

"Of course, Mr. Holmes, you are the most elegant man I have ever seen. I will wait for you here, always waiting for you."

Sherlock smiled and bowed slightly.

The next moment, he suddenly turned into a black shadow, running towards the end of the bridge in Eileen's incredible sight. His thin body was as light as nothing in the strong wind, but bursts of absolutely unbearable energy erupted. The power that should belong to him, every step shook up the melted water droplets, sticky plasma, cracked pavement and flying gravel all over the ground, and pressed all the tiny snowflakes in the air into a straight dragon. Volume, accompanied by a blast that finally sounded loudly, rushed straight into the night.

Erin looked at the figure that had gone away from her in an instant, and couldn't help but hold her breath. After a long while, she finally exhaled slowly.

Then she smiled, so much that the delicate blood around her, the golden light, the tiny meteors rushing into the light curtain all over the sky, and the scattered limbs and wailings spraying in the distance all seemed eclipsed.

She is a businesswoman, and the most important thing, and what she is most proud of, is her own vision.

At this moment, she actually began to admire herself sincerely.

Because she discovered that the glass of wine a few days ago made a profit

Make a lot of money! ! !