Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 247 We voted

Darwin Recovery Plan.

As soon as you heard this name, you knew what was going on. It seemed that the experimental team finally arrived after being late for six hours.

The person who was about to leave just now didn't know which force he belonged to. He had already opened the door of the venue, but after hearing the announcement, he still closed the door and led his subordinate team back to their original seats.

Now that those guys are here, of course he can't just leave, but he is still unhappy and angry.

In fact, other representatives in the room had almost the same attitude. Although some bold-minded people seemed to have thought of some crazy possibility, and their expressions became extremely complicated, but more people were looking at it coldly. At the entrance to the training ground below, it seemed that in their hearts, the Darwin Recovery Plan team no longer had any good impressions.

It was a full six hours late, so it would take another two hours to adjust the experimental equipment, the demon's awakening process, and the experimental demonstrator to adjust the state.

These people in the stands take it for granted that their time is thousands of times more valuable than the workers who move goods on the dock.

Therefore, they also feel that they have reason to be angry.

And just then.

There was a sound of the steel gate rising slowly, and the entrance to the training ground opened.

The next second.

These angry people, these people who wanted to hear the reason why the escort convoy was late for so long, collectively trembled!

The expressions on their faces froze, and they stared with incredible eyes, looking at the equally incredible scene below.

Where is the fleet?

There are no escorts.

They only saw a large demon staggering in with scars all over his body. His body was covered with dried blood. He was so exhausted that he seemed to be about to fall with every step he took. He was like a man who was the only one to survive on the most brutal battlefield. The tenacious warrior!

"Bang-bang-"

Heavy footsteps stepped into the field, making not too loud a sound, but every step stepped firmly on everyone's hearts.

In the end what happened?

Where is the rest of the convoy?

What about the soldiers who came all the way from London?

It was only then that someone finally thought of the possibility that they should have thought of a long time ago, but subconsciously did not want to believe. Then the horror in their eyes increased again, and some people even stood up for a moment, muttering in their mouths with words like impossible.

In short, at this moment, the entire training ground fell into an extremely strange silence. Finally, someone seemed to notice that there was a person with the same blood on the shoulder of the demon, and the person took the last puff of cigarette in his hand. He sucked it all in and then struggled to stand up.

"Sherlock Holmes, I have been invited by the Darwin Recovery Plan team to report. So, when should we start?"

the man asked.

Just such a simple question made everyone in the room stunned for a moment.

These people are considered to be the highest class of the empire. They have information access that ordinary people cannot have. They know many things that the people of the empire will never know in their lifetime, and they also have wealth that many people can never imagine. However, Few of them have ever seen a real war. There is countless blood under their feet, but they have never seen blood, at least they have not seen such thick and free blood. At this time, a real bloody person Standing in front of them, these people almost felt the greatest visual shock, and that person actually asked with great ease, when will it start?

What to start with?

Is this what this person needs to do, to conduct the demonstration part of the experiment?

Yes, that's what Sherlock thought, because in his eyes, the demonstration part of this experiment was nothing at all. When he came, he just finished it as soon as possible.

But other people in the room didn't think so. The scientific researchers at the military base were all stunned when they were asked this question. One person approached the microphone and subconsciously asked: "Don't you need to fix it?"

Sherlock smiled and shook his head.

Well, no matter this scene, this question, or this answer, they all seem so absurd, but also extremely heroic.

The door of the venue was pushed open, some people ran in in a hurry, and then whispered something into some people's ears.

One of the messengers came to the old commander Lermontov and reported softly: "The missing escort team was found 500 kilometers west of the base."

The old group leader's hands clenched suddenly.

"It has been confirmed that it is an escort team departing from London. All the equipped tanks have been destroyed. No one died, but there are many seriously injured people." At this point, the messenger hesitated, as if he wanted to make his tone sound more serious. Not so panicked: "Also. Not far from the escort convoy, Commander Baskerville and his demon were found. Both were seriously injured. They should have contacted the transport troops and General Patton on the front line. The office and the base also dispatched a rescue team to rush over."

The old group leader could no longer hear what he said next.

He didn't even think about whether Baskerville was able to appear outside London because he received military orders from that faction, let alone the overt and covert struggle between the conservatives and the hawks on the front line.

He just stared blankly at the young man covered in blood below, unable to believe what this scene represented.

Did this guy have a fight with Baskerville a few hours ago?

Still won?

Suddenly, he turned his head sharply and looked at the mysterious woman in front of him who called herself Irene. He happened to see her gently supporting her perfectly curved chin with the back of her hand, and her eyes were looking at the one below. She was a human being, but there was no shock or disbelief in her eyes, only a hint of smile.

The smile was so beautiful, so infatuated, it seemed that she could keep watching like this without moving, and when she thought of what she had said to herself before, she mentioned the recycling of war-damaged materials on the front line, and the towing. Live to yourself for two hours.

The old leader Lermontov had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but in the end, he could only smile helplessly, and once again had the idea of ​​​​retiring.

During this process, the staff of the military base also had a brief exchange with the person below.

This feeling is really strange, because according to the normal process, it should be the technicians on our side who follow the team to communicate, and then during this period, the experimental demon code-named [Crimson] should be removed from the sedative. After some waiting and preparatory steps, the experimental display session can be officially started.

But now, only one person from the other party's team has come, so we can only tell the other party, after this person definitely emphasizes that no modifications and attempts before display are needed.

The demonstration session of the experimental results started very strangely.

"The following is a display of large movements of the limbs. The experimenter is asked to force the demon subject to move its left leg."

Some predetermined experimental actions came from the power amplifier above the head. However, everyone could hear that the tone of the staff who read out the instructions was extremely absurd.

He probably doesn't even know what he is doing now.

The devil below walked over step by step, but I actually asked him to demonstrate how to move his legs?

But that's it for the demonstration session, the ability to step the legs, bend the arms, land after jumping, and so on.

And the controller really made this demon do this strictly.

The news that the escort team outside London was discovered has become known to more and more people, and some people have even obtained photos of the scene.

The scope of the environmental damage was astonishing, and the dust and snowflakes were obviously rolling into the sky, and falling down. It was obviously a still picture, but you could feel the tragic and chilling atmosphere at that time, which was even more terrifying. What he saw was the unbelievably huge demon falling to the ground miserably.

He raised his head and looked at the demon below again. At this time, he was performing some fine movements, such as standing on one leg and jumping.

Now, everyone knows what this demon went through a few hours ago, the huge bite mark on the shoulder, the broken exoskeleton, those injuries, and the blood.

It seems that this display of results has no meaning.

The person who wanted to leave at first struggled to move his eyes away from the demon below. By chance, he saw the presenter standing on the sidelines. For some reason, he thought of the scenes in the photos, and his heart surged. For a moment, he wanted to recruit this person to his subordinates, no matter what the price, but then he thought about how such a person could become his subordinate, then he shook his head in a self-deprecating manner, and then said nothing. I needed to watch the next demonstration again, so I said to the person behind me:

"Call the Foundation and tell them that we have invested in the controlled experiment on wild demons."

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