Sherlock Holmes

An entire mission team would actually give up precious attack time to wait for such a person?

Maybe in life, parents will wait for their children to grow up regardless of the time cost. Maybe in love, men and women will give up all pursuits and wait in place for the other person who gives them a promise. Maybe a loyal dog will give up in their short time. For the rest of its life, it waited for its long-dead master, but how could this happen on the battlefield?

Thinking about it on the other hand, if this situation really happens, then the person who is waiting will have to show how terrifyingly convincing it is to have a battalion place all their hopes on him.

At this moment, such a scene was taking place. In the wind and snow more than ten kilometers away, some young soldiers suppressed the most surging blood in their hearts and looked in that direction. Of course, they could not see the wonderful scenery in the distance, but they could vaguely see it. Seeing the huge airship suspended in the sky, and the slightly changed color of the fiery red clouds reflected in the surroundings, they were the reflection of the roar of artillery fire on the ground.

Three minutes have passed

An extremely strange state of mind grew in the hearts of these young soldiers.

They had never met Sherlock before, let alone heard the name, but because of the journey to the front line, the half month of getting along, and the few crazy words he said in the barracks yesterday, these people, He stood there, waiting for a miracle to happen.

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, Sherlock had already rushed out of the artillery coverage area at an incredible speed. Because the outpost is a military important location established by the military with great resources, when planning the bombing range , it is natural to avoid this place, lest it be reduced to ruins due to a mission.

Behind him, a huge body covered in thick smoke tore through the flames and came out. The moment the hot body burned by the gunfire encountered the cold air, it began to evaporate into increasingly dazzling water mist, which was swept by the strong wind. He got up, carrying light and fire, and rushed straight to the nearly 10-meter-high steel thick wall outside the outpost, but still did not slow down. Under this terrible running momentum, he jumped forward in an instant, and then the hard stone outside his ten fingers The skeleton sank directly into the wall, leaving several dazzling deep pits on it, and then jumped across the high wall directly. The whole process was extremely light, but no matter it was the crack marks on the ground or the steps The roaring in the room showed how heavy and ferocious these movements were, and how powerful they were.

Of course, this doesn't count, because with this incredible speed, the demon named Crimson rushed straight to the outpost in front of him. When his sight could not follow its trace, it had already crashed into the outpost. The steel protective layer covering the exterior of the building.

This protective layer is the last line of defense for every frontline strategic facility. It can resist the weathering of cement caused by the cold, and can also block the impact of most demons. Otherwise, in this terrifying area where void cracks may appear anytime and anywhere, Any building will be consumed very quickly.

At this moment, the demon collided with it at such a terrifying speed. It was no different from hitting a cannonball head-on. There was an afterthought of explosions, and shattered pieces were shaken from the ground into the sky. In the stone, people almost subconsciously felt that the demon had already met a tragic end with all its bones broken.

However, this scene did not happen, because the moment before the impact, the demon used his arms to press the steel defense layer in front of him, and used his muscles to bear all his speed in an extremely brutal manner. Coming down, not only that, after this incredibly brutal 'handbrake', the crimson fingertips had pierced the gap between the steel plate and the concrete, and then the blood-red muscles between the arms suddenly swelled.

He started tearing

Just like that, the steel and cement were locked in the most direct wrestling in an unreasonable way on both sides. So, while the loud noise had not dissipated, the flying white snow mixed with the frozen Before the soil was splashed, a crack began to grow in a small area less than half a meter, spreading crazily in all directions, like an invisible pen, ignoring the places not covered by steel plates. All the paintings are decorated with eye-catching false lines.

Of course, it was not fake, these lines were extremely real, so with the bright red fire behind and the setting sun shining in the sky, these cracks began to collapse and began to topple, until a tooth-breaking sound began to sound around. , that third-level demon actually removed half of a piece of steel attached to the concrete wall, revealing the blue-black section underneath and the exposed steel bars!

Is this a hard demolition? ? ?

Of course it was a forced demolition. Could it be that in this situation where every second was full of danger, Sherlock still had to go around the entire outpost, find a door, and push it open in the normal way?

The next second, he kicked the cement load-bearing wall behind the board. The huge force was no worse than what Crimson showed just now. In an instant, the wall was directly kicked into pieces, and the steel bars were broken. The cement in the room could not withstand such violent bombardment, and began to topple like a landslide. Among the collapse and dust in the sky, Sherlock jumped directly into it.

In fact, the whole process only lasted a few seconds. The description of the battle situation in the sky had no time to calm down the pounding heart. Then I saw the man rushing out carrying a huge sedative container four to five meters long, and then... Throw it to the waiting Crimson outside.

It was like two thieves working together in the middle of the night to steal the property of a noble family. After they succeeded, they jumped over the high wall and ran towards the other side of the mission area without stopping for a moment.

But this is definitely not in the mansion of a noble family, but on the most dangerous front line of the war. This is not considered stealing finances, but stealing important strategic materials for the mission, or using the most shameless and cruel means right in front of others. Naked stealing in a straightforward way.

So at this moment, Major General Ulysses on the snowy highlands stared with pale eyes. Under this extremely angry mood, he was extremely strong and maintained the highest degree of reason:

"The mortars aim at the target and bomb the flanks. There is no need to aim. If it cannot be bombed, just cut off its escape route to the west. Notify the assault vehicle below to outflank it from the opposite direction. After entering the 15-meter range, attack the target with all its strength. Tranquilizer container on the devil’s shoulder!”

It has to be said that under this situation, this old major general can still make the most direct and effective command in an instant.

Attacking the controller, or attacking the demon controlled by him, should not have a very good effect based on the opponent's performance just now. Therefore, since the opponent wants to steal his strategic resources, then no one should do it. Yes, and as long as the demon sedative explodes, the spilled liquid can greatly slow down the opponent's ability to control the demon. Then, with the powerful firepower of his own battalion, he will still win this mission.

Before he finished speaking, the bespectacled staff officer beside him had already understood what the old captain meant and immediately issued a few orders. In an instant, these veterans who shared life and death together all showed incredible coordination skills. The tanks, the muzzles, and every soldier driving the war armor were all like a whole, appearing where they should appear in a few seconds. The rows of huge tires that were as tall as a person began to rotate rapidly, He suddenly accelerated and sped towards the plowed snow line in the distance.

At this time, almost everyone in the conference room stood up. They did not have Ulysses' ability to control the battle situation, and they were even less able to match Sherlock's brain circuit, so when they heard the guy carrying the opponent's task area, After the demon sedative came out, everyone could only put on a dumbfounded expression.

This is not to say that these high-level people in the war zone do not have the psychological endurance, but that they have been directing the battle from the rear for so many years and have never thought that the battle can still be fought like this?

After hearing another report coming from the loudspeaker, their mood became more complicated and even a little panicked.

"All the combat forces of the assault battalion in area A are transferred to attack the target. All personnel are mobilized. The fire coverage area begins to intensively bomb the sides to intercept the experimental subject No. 1070. The mobile turret is transferred to someone else's tank. They want to surround the demon!"

What the fuck

Now, everyone seems to have realized something extremely ridiculous.

That is, this mission has completely changed its flavor.

From a normal cleanup competition, it suddenly turned into a drama for the police to catch thieves.

Of course, saying 'police catches thief' seems a bit cute and funny, but in a war zone hundreds of kilometers away, it is impossible for anyone to laugh.

In the past, the undead corps controlled by Ulysses only showed terrifying lethality because they were performing purge missions and their targets were demon groups with less active thinking.

At this time, in the process of capturing Sherlock, they displayed a terrifying war strategy that they had never had the opportunity to reveal. In such an empty snowfield, they actually used mobile turrets to cover firepower and accurately position bombings. Formed an encirclement with dozens of chariots, trying to surround Sherlock to death!

However, although this level of strategic intent is powerful enough, and the execution ability of the Corps is undoubtedly terrifying, all of this was within Sherlock's expectation long before they appeared.

Although the battlefield is changing rapidly, there are often only one or two optimal solutions. So everyone else can think of it, and Sherlock can also think of it. Whether it is the target of attack, the direction of blocking, or the route to surround himself, they are all already in his mind. The simulation is clear.

The next second.

The whistling sound of artillery shells above the head has touched the inner eardrums. The dark convoy at the end of the field of vision pulled the huge mobile turret and turned its body in its own direction. There were no screams between teammates, and there was no use of countless resources developed by the empire. The battlefield communication band, these old-school soldiers have always relied on trust and tacit understanding between each other. They know what they should do no matter what the situation.

Therefore, at this moment, the dense artillery shells compressed in a very small range exploded directly in front of Sherlock, shaking up countless white ice edges and gravel, mixed with flames, like fireworks, and those in the distance were The chariot was obviously extremely heavy, and the mobile cannon pulled behind it was heavier than a third-level demon, but it rushed towards Sherlock at an incredible speed. Machine guns, heavy artillery, bombs, and the sky was filled with fire. A chaotic and dangerous web was woven ahead.

However, the small figure below Crimson and the one who should have died in the violent bombing had no intention of stopping. Under such firepower, they began to move around and make various impossible evasive movements. One after another, they jumped out of the fire like crazy.

"What happened to the demon sedative container?!"

On the high ground, Major General Ulysses looked at the dream-like scene below and asked in a deep voice.

A scout on the side quickly turned the telescope. In this way, he could keep up with the running speed of the devil below. This scout's instant vision was enough to be called one in ten thousand. However, after a few seconds, observe.

"Report, complete. Intact"

Major General Ulysses shook his hand holding the big gun. In fact, at this moment, his mood had changed somewhat. Before, in the artillery fire, this guy named Sherlock penetrated the sea of ​​​​fire and broke into the outpost. This is undoubtedly It is a rare feat, but it is not so unreasonable. If I were ten years younger and given a lightly armored tank with all weapons removed, I should be able to break out in that environment. .

But at this moment, it's a different story.

The demon below is carrying a huge tranquilizer container. That kind of material cannot withstand the impact of artillery fire. If it is fired in one round, it will directly shatter.

In other words, Sherlock did not let the fragile container be damaged during the entire process.

What kind of control is this?

Can those wild demons really show such fighting qualities?

In the conference room far away, on the strategic map, there is still a straight line without any bends and deflections. It is simple and direct, as if it wants to run through everything.

And everyone knows how terrifying the distance this straight line runs through, and what the surrounding red circles and black outlines represent. They know even more clearly that the time it took to draw this straight line has just passed four minutes.

They could not see the real scene on the battlefield, but facing the strategic map all year round made their brains automatically and uncontrollably figure out what kind of scene it was. Under the intertwining of ice and fire, a strange... It was as if the shadow couldn't stand the sunset that had been hanging in the sky. It became annoyed and angry, and then headed west like a giant, trying to tear off all the annoying colorful clouds from the sky, regardless of the mortals along the way. No matter how much you cry or obstruct, you can't stop the footsteps that are tearing the earth apart.

So fast and furious, moving forward inexorably

But even if the simple distance is repeated in language, the real speed of the two shadows is still far faster than the transmission of information.

No object can resist the constraints of physical laws. Even hell may have their own way of operating, but when they come to this world, they must abide by the rules here. So, at such a speed, wouldn't the demon's bones be shattered by himself?

Even if it is not shattered, how can the huge container you are carrying withstand such a bump?

Could it be that, in this environment, while maintaining absolute speed, avoiding intensive attacks, and using the rhythm of the body to reduce the shock to the container on the back?

Thinking of this, even these battle-hardened veterans couldn't help but feel a little admiration for the thief below.

As has been emphasized before, on the front line, the strong will be respected.

It is precisely because of respect.

Therefore, these veterans were even more shocked to see their captain, Major General Julius, silently surrendering himself.

He held the gun he had been holding in front of him, took out a strange-shaped bullet from his collar, pushed it into the gun chamber slowly and with great concentration, turned over his sleeves covered with frost and snow, and used The lining inside wiped the old sight by myself.

Finally, he knelt down on one knee, held the gun level in front of his eyes, turned his head and put one pale eye close to the eyepiece.

At this moment, he seemed to have turned into a hard rock washed away by the waves for hundreds of millions of years, a statue standing on the top of the mountain. Even if the strong winds and rain fell, and the mountain torrents flooded the sky, it would not be able to shake a single bit.

I originally wanted to finish writing it today, but I went to work today and didn’t write enough. I promise to finish this section tomorrow. I’m sorry everyone, woo woo woo, no votes needed today.