Sherlock Holmes

The sound of the gunshot was like finally awakening the God of Death, and the eye that stared at the dying person opened instantly!

At this moment, the entire team raised their guns in unison and fired in the direction of Sherlock.

The gunshots brought more gunshots, setting off the most deafening roar in the night. All the surrounding teams immediately showed the strong qualities of a qualified soldier at this moment, and no command was needed. From where the gunshots were heard, position, they easily identified the possible range of the target, so the pursuit and outflanking took shape instantly.

Sherlock didn't hesitate at all. It was impossible for him to blame the wind blowing at this time, blame the bright stars above his head, or curse which idiot with no brains had written the large demon into the book. on the list of urban defense plans.

He instantly lowered his body and rushed into the alley next to him!

The gunfire came as expected, blasting a hole in the ground where he was standing a second ago. Sherlock shook off the sticky blood and brain tissue on his hands. The alley was straight, and several bullets were fired directly into it as expected. He ignored the tingling sensation on his shoulders and calves. He wanted to quickly jump to the top of the building to avoid more incoming bullets, but he heard a huge sound from above his head not far away. It seemed, The big demon that looked like a stick insect was already heading here.

He would rather face bullets in a dark alley than run up to a building to face a third-level demon, so he began to move left and right in the alley while quickly taking out the captured firearms without looking back. Shooting towards the rear.

Countless flames illuminated the alley, and for the first time, the rain of bullets in the sky began to pour towards Sherlock so simply and directly, without any cover.

Feeling the constant vibrations coming from his body, he didn't know how many bullets he had been hit. He just relied on the paths of those bullets to control every movement of his as perfectly as possible, constantly blowing up here and being blown dry by the wind. Quickly bursting into the clean smoke.

It only took him two seconds to rush out of the alley. The speed made him look like a black wind blowing through the hail of bullets, but the next second he just rushed out of the alley, a Huge claws fall from the sky!

The claws are attached with sharp scales, and the tips are as sharp as the fastest knife. The strength and speed, as well as the huge attack area, can make almost anyone despair.

But at this moment, Sherlock suddenly had countless afterimages in his mind, which were the consequences of his countless coping methods.

He did not analyze how these complex possibilities emerged, because at this moment, his brain almost exceeded his own reflection. This may be reasoning, but it is more like a subconscious reflection that transcends mortal cognition.

And at this moment, he found the most suitable avoidance route with extremely keenness. His body slowed down in an instant, and he jumped up from the gap between the giant claws, ignoring the people passing by him. Countless cold rays and huge wind pressure, and with the help of the instantly shattered road below, he stooped and rushed several meters away in an instant.

The third-level big demon was blinded, and so were the guards behind him who hadn't run out of the alley. They didn't understand how the man survived just now.

But after a brief daze, they continued to pursue an even more ferocious pursuit.

The remaining demons began to cross the building and move closer. The third-tier contractors on the periphery waited for several minutes before finally finding the target and immediately followed, preparing to harvest the intruder who had exposed his position. s life,

Sherlock was running, and he could only run. A group of soldiers suddenly appeared on the road in front of him. Instead of running away, he rushed directly towards them at an even more terrifying speed. The terrifying speed came With the terrifying impact, the seemingly not strong body was directly caught in the gunfire and hit the crowd with an unparalleled force. Some people flew up and some blood spattered out. No one knew they were soldiers. Yes, it belongs to the intruder.

Sherlock was hit by many bullets. Although his second-level strength was much stronger than that of ordinary contractors, and could even be tied with Baskerville, after all, his flesh and blood body could not withstand too much damage. While running, Shrapnel was constantly being shaken out of his body. He was calculating his own consumption. The devil could not be summoned, but in hell, it could finally provide him with some vitality so that he would not bleed out in a short time. At the same time, He was also calculating how to escape from this terrifying pursuit.

However, after a brief reflection, he found that the idea itself was not very tenable.

It is already impossible for a person to survive in front of the defense force of a city, and now with the addition of four large demons, this result does not seem to require much reasoning ability to see clearly.

He didn't know if the invincible Lord Dante could do such a thing with a human body, but even if he could do it, it should be when he was young, and now, a man who has retired for a few years has In ten years, it is not practical for an old man who might even be slow to do morning exercises for fear of twisting his waist to do this kind of thing.

Suddenly, a huge humanoid creature suddenly fell from the sky in front of him, blocking his escape route.

Sherlock didn't hesitate at all. All the power in his body burst out at this moment. He kicked the ground violently and used strong muscle feedback to stop his speed instantly. The recoil force plowed the ground into two shocking lines. There was a big hole, and then the body suddenly turned 90 degrees, changing direction suddenly like an arrow that had escaped from the bow.

If he had only hesitated for a moment just now, he would have broken at least one of his legs or been seriously injured by now.

Being able to survive a head-on blow from a third-level demon without turning into a puddle of minced meat was actually a sign of Sherlock's extreme confidence in his physical strength.

It might actually be worse, but of course, he wouldn't want to try it.

Only five seconds had passed since the gunfire started, and two large demons had already arrived.

As for the two encounters just now, as long as he makes a mistake for a moment, he should directly lose the ability to continue to escape. This gap in crushing levels is indeed extremely dangerous, and there are two such demons.

When all four demons come over, the danger will increase exponentially until it swallows up all his options for survival.

So... just die...?

Shylock is definitely not afraid of death. If he is afraid of death, then he will definitely stay at home at this moment, sitting on the comfortable sofa, savoring the humiliation and humiliation brought to him by Augustine the Great every moment. Torture, this old man should die soon, but every second he lives is a torture for the rest of his life.

Maybe no one would understand his weird idea, but Sherlock was like that, and a few months, or years later, if one day, he saw the other party quietly closing in front of the bed in the newspaper. The eyes were closed, and immediately the whole country mourned. The people around him burst into tears and cried bitterly, lamenting that a great old man had passed away.

Then every tear left by these people is the hottest bullet, and all of them will drill into the most uncomfortable point in their hearts.

At that time, the harm I suffered would be hundreds or thousands of times more severe than today.

Sherlock knows this very well, so he actually doesn't have that much fear of death.

On the contrary, you will feel that dying like this is more enjoyable than lying in bed and experiencing your head being eroded by time bit by bit and turning into an old fool!

What he cared about was that he couldn't stand in front of Emperor Augustine.

There was no way to rip out his heart or stuff his dying body into a suitcase.

right.

I can't die, at least not yet!

Just after running a few steps, the stick insect that had been clinging to the top of the building finally appeared in Sherlock's field of vision with its sharp insect limbs. The big rat, which was six to seven meters long, showed its mouth full of ferocious teeth. Dragging the body that seemed to be rotting, he rushed towards his direction along the road behind him.

Along with these third-level demons, there were countless figures holding searchlights, projecting dazzling light forward.

The situation just now was too dangerous. Sherlock ran too fast and must have been out of Watson's shooting range. In fact, even if he was within his attack range, he probably couldn't do anything.

But in the despair that hit him, Sherlock suddenly stopped.

The map of the ancient Roman city appeared in his mind again, and at this moment, he found the straight road leading to the landing place of the airship!

The next second, Sherlock turned his body violently beyond everyone's expectations and rushed towards a large number of guards who came for reinforcements.

That direction was a dead end. On the outskirts of the ancient city, there was a circular mountain col, which happened to be the place where the airship took off and landed. As long as you crossed over the crowd, over the hail of bullets, over a cliff and a connected steep slope, you could reach that place.

Emperor Augustine was on his way there.

Between two points, a straight line is the shortest.