Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 391 How to explain?

These demons are here for Miss Nightingale!

This is an inference without any logical thinking, but Watson is extremely convinced of this.

But why?

He didn't have time to think, because the first demon with its fangs and claws was already rushing towards his direction, or in other words, Miss Nightingale behind him.

A scalpel appeared in his left hand at some point, and stabbed into the devil's head in an extremely gentle and fast manner. At the same time, an inconspicuous-looking gun appeared on the top of the gun. Look at the opponent's eyeballs and bang them.

Amidst the extremely small-caliber pistol and the not-so-huge explosion, the demon seemed to be hit by a solid cannonball and flew directly backwards. In mid-air, his entire body became torn apart.

But compared to the dense swarm of demons, blowing up a demon has no effect at all.

Just listen to a "pop" sound.

A devil's sharp claw was on the way to hit the girl, but was blocked by a soldier with his body. Immediately, blood surged from his shoulder, and he fell heavily to the ground. However, the soldier did not even grunt, and fired a bullet from his backhand. When he passed by, he was attacked from the side by another demon, his whole body was penetrated, and he was dragged off the transport truck.

In an instant, the soldier was devoured by the demonic group behind him.

Watson had forgotten who this soldier was, but just two hours ago, that man was a wounded man with a broken intestine, waiting to die.

It was Miss Nightingale who cured him.

So, is this a reward? Or is it the worship of young girls, or the priority protection regulations of the imperial soldiers for medical workers?

It didn't matter anymore, with a huge explosion, the soldier pulled away the high-explosive bomb on his body, causing a rain of blood among the demonic group.

The convoy was still driving forward crazily. The guns and cannons in the sky splashed out countless pieces of meat and iron filings, scattering everywhere like flowers in the cold winter. Watson's body was lying in front of the girl, and the vehicle under his feet was like a ship. The boat was bumping wildly among the huge waves. Facing an almost incalculable amount of demonic tides, he could only keep pulling the trigger of the gun in his hand.

Amidst the roaring and shrill rain of bullets, he couldn't even hear clearly what the other soldiers were saying. At one moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw several bloody bodies being torn apart, but he didn't even turn around to take a look. There is no time.

The momentum of the earth-shattering avalanche behind him gradually diminished. Watson never thought that he would expect this avalanche to be even bigger, because as time went by, the number of demons around him had reached an incomparable level. Terrible level.

At the same time, he reluctantly thought of an even more desperate possibility.

That's it. That bastard Sherlock seems to have been submerged in the sea of ​​snow.

Otherwise, given the situation in front of him, he should have jumped out long ago and done something incredible again in front of everyone.

Yes, he should be dead.

It turns out that even a man like Sherlock is insignificant and vulnerable to the wrath of nature.

Watson found that he did not seem to feel the sadness that one should feel after a friend dies, but emotions such as heat, boredom, anger, etc. gradually emerged in his mind.

His eyes narrowed tighter and tighter, and some white hot breath came out from the corners of his closed mouth. A soldier next to him was hit by the demon, rolled down, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Watson also did not respond to a Feeling sorry for the loss of life, he seems to be extremely angry and extremely calm now.

After moving a few steps laterally, he came to the back of the machine gun that was no longer under control, pulled up an ammunition chain, inserted it into the side of the gun in his hand, then held the armrest of the minigun with his other hand, and The fire button was pressed.

It’s hard to imagine how a revolver could be combined with the ammunition chain of a machine gun. It’s even harder to imagine how a revolver that usually requires an extremely strong person to hold it with both hands to maintain balance could be combined with this look. The gentle man can pick it up with one hand, and can resist the terrifying recoil and adjust the direction at will.

In short, at this moment, Watson was like a humanoid steam armor, holding two terrifyingly fast machine guns in both hands, pouring out ammunition crazily towards the surroundings. On the snowy field, among the demonic groups, a dense buzzing sound came out. The flamboyant flames, like the stars above the sky, gathered into the flames of the disabled couplets, tearing through the cold air around them, carrying the smell of burnt and death, and blasted towards all the demons that rushed towards them.

Countless pieces of flesh were torn apart, exploding large areas of bright red. If the people in the other cars were still shocked, they would be surprised to realize that this doctor could actually be so strong in battle. .

However, just like the people under the eruption of a volcano and the avalanche of a mountain range, no matter how powerful a person is, there are limits after all.

Even if some people can really use two machine guns to tear every demon that attacks them into pieces, the bullets are not endless after all.

So, at this moment, the roar of the ammunition suddenly stopped!

"Click!"

Watson only felt that his heart suddenly stopped for a moment, and the terrible recoil in his hand that would make most people's bones dislocate suddenly disappeared.

There was no way to stop the roaring demon swarm, and a large black mass submerged what he called the transport truck.

Then it continued to spread, and kept spreading, until all the surviving convoys were swallowed up, leaving only a dense and turbulent outline.

Deadly coldness, terrifying pressure, no sound, no light, no air. Even in this environment, the concept of time will be confused.

Of course, if anyone can survive in such an environment.

I don’t know how long it had been since that beam of light fell from the sky. Under the severe cold and the solidification of the lava, the big hole at the top of the snow-capped mountain only erupted for about ten minutes before falling into silence again. The lava spread down from the top of the mountain. The scarlet heat flow had a thermodynamic battle with the low temperature above the Antarctic continent, and in the end, a dark hard rock residue remained.

Under the mountains, everything seemed so quiet. The snow covered with a height difference of more than 1,200 meters demonstrated its terrifying destructive ability. However, when the momentum brought by the landslide was completely exhausted, it was Forming an endless flat lake. Like a mirror, it connects the gray rock formation section. If you continue to climb upward, you can see from white, to gray, and then to pitch black. After reaching the top of the mountain, you can see the night stars above, a silent color transition. After entering, it turned into a bright curtain dotted with stars, which was so beautiful that it made your heart tremble.

Suddenly, this beautiful scene was broken.

A small protrusion suddenly appeared on the flat snow surface, and then, a pair of hands broke through the snow layer and stretched out.

Those hands were probably not human hands, because they had exposed bright red muscle-like skin and white exoskeletons, and were several times larger than normal human hands.

I saw this hand holding on to the snow, struggling and shaking desperately. After digging for more than 20 minutes, a large three-stage demon finally crawled out.

No one knows how he climbed out. Buried under tens of millions of tons of snow, even if this demon had extremely terrifying power, he shouldn't be able to get out of the hundred-meter-deep snow. .

What is even more thought-provoking is that this is a contracted demon. He should not have independent thinking of his own. So, is his master still alive?

No one saw this scene in front of them, so no one would think about these issues, and no one would be shocked to see that after this demon climbed out of the snow, it did not stop for a second and immediately moved towards someone. It ran in a certain direction, and after just a few steps, it discovered that the upper surface of the snow layer was very soft, causing its feet to sink into it when running, so the demon actually crawled down and began to use a method similar to crawling. , or swimming posture, which increases the contact area, and then moves forward quickly.

After advancing like this for a full hour, it finally stopped. It seemed that it had reached its destination.

But there is nothing here, and there are no reference objects around it. There is only a vast expanse of white. How does it determine its position and the place it wants to reach?

Of course, no one would think about this problem. Anyway, this demon knelt on the snow and began to dig into the snow under him with both hands.

It digs very fast, and its huge hands and huge strength make it look like a human excavator.

However, the snow was so deep that no matter how fast he dug, his body had already sunk into the dug hole. It seemed that it was just the beginning, but he kept digging like this, even for transportation. Deeper in the snow, it actually creates step faults every few meters, just like experienced mountaineers.

an hour passed

Two hours have passed.

Ten hours have passed.

The small hole dug at the beginning has expanded into a space about twenty meters square. Looking down, the spiral staircase-shaped frozen snow fault extends downward for nearly a hundred meters.

Finally, in this deep cave like a mine, a burst of devilish roar suddenly erupted.

Emotions between people are incompatible, let alone between people and demons, but in this roar, there is clearly a sense of excitement and excitement.

A few minutes later, an armored vehicle was brought out.

The car had lost its complete shape under the impact of the huge ice edge, but strangely, the compartment that should have been completely crushed was still full.

Crimson put the car, which had shrunk by two-thirds, onto the ground, then held the flattened steel body with both hands, tearing it apart layer by layer, creaking - creaking - the sharp sections and The exoskeleton produced violent friction, emitting piercing screams. Some sharp and slender steel thorns were inserted into the gaps that were not covered by the bones, and some cut the muscles, bringing out large swaths of blood, which covered the white snow. His face was dyed red, but there was no hesitation in the crimson movements. He still opened and tore like this. It was not until finally, when he was approaching the deepest compartment of the car, that he became cautious.

Of course it's not that I'm afraid of hurting myself again, but I'm afraid of hurting the people inside.

Click~

There was a crisp sound.

As a layer of iron plate was punctured and lifted up, a momentary sense of despair followed, and the space below finally appeared under the night.

Some steel pipes were scattered in the small space with a diameter of less than one meter. Some were pipes for transporting steam, some were disassembled internal beams of the transport vehicle, and there were even a few bent long guns.

Because of the move just now, these things are all scattered in a messy manner, but if they all remain in place, you will be surprised to find that all of these things are supported at extremely subtle points, which reduces the stress inside the entire carriage. The surface supports a nearly circular structure.

If this is a position obtained by human beings through self-observation and calculation, it is difficult to imagine how powerful this person's spatial construction ability and visual analysis ability are. And if this structure is to withstand the impact of an avalanche, The pressure came, so that in the few seconds from being swallowed by the snow to the entire carriage being crushed, he was able to complete such a complex and precise operation, so this person was simply like a miracle.

And in this space, Sherlock closed his eyes, curled up, and fell asleep

This space is not big, and it definitely doesn't have much oxygen.

How long can a person stay underwater without an oxygen tank?

ten minutes? Or half an hour?

In short, Sherlock has forcibly reduced his vital signs to the lowest level and entered a state similar to hibernation. All the organs in the body have entered a low-consumption state. However, in such a small space, after nearly 24 After an hour of isolation, he still fell into a coma.

Fortunately, at this moment when the body felt the air again, the comatose man's lungs began to expand, and he greedily breathed in the cold air subconsciously. His heartbeat gradually began to accelerate, and the blood carried oxygen to infuse those who were also trapped in it. After removing his sleeping organs, his body temperature rose bit by bit.

After sensing this scene, Crimson seemed to be relieved.

But then, it obviously thought of something, and couldn't help but panic, and then looked around like a child who had done something wrong.

Of course, in this environment, no one can see this scene.

But his master was finally rescued by him.

He was already in a coma, so logically speaking, it was impossible for him to take any action.

Hey, what can I do?

How will he explain it after he wakes up?