Sherlock Holmes

There was a "boom" sound.

In fact, if all this had not happened so smoothly, these well-trained soldiers should have been able to reflect it, but it was too late. At the same time as the explosion sounded, the guard captain was also killed by a series of bullets.

Sherlock took off his helmet and walked towards Lilith: "Look, there is still cooperation between us."

"While you were pretending to be a corpse, your gun was still secretly aimed at me." Lilith mocked in a calm tone.

"But according to the standards of a hostage, you are really excellent."

"I'm just trying my best to ensure my own safety." Lilith said calmly: "Also, I have to remind you that you just snatched our communicator. There must be more guards listening to what you said. Come, you'll be surrounded soon.

Of course, I tell you this to prevent you from becoming angry and blaming me for not reminding you, and doing things that hurt me.

You should be able to understand that I will be valuable to you only if I am alive. "

"Of course, beautiful lady." Sherlock smiled.

What happened next was similar to what Lilith said. More soldiers surrounded them from all directions. The only difference was that these soldiers seemed to have finally received instructions from their superiors.

"Boom--ta-ta-ta-ta--"

The rain of bullets separated by a wall was like an abyss. Hiding behind the wall, Sherlock felt the reverberating force from the wall behind him and calculated how long the wall could last.

Lilith leaned against him, not shouting hysterically like other women, but her face was also pale.

"Why do your people suddenly disregard your life and death?" Sherlock was about to stick his head out, but was instantly forced back by the dense bullets.

"They are not my people. I am only in charge of the scientific research department, and you should be able to understand that for someone like me, there will be many colleagues who want me to shut up forever."

"Just because you don't advocate torture me into a fool and then kill me in public?" Sherlock frowned and looked at her.

"Roughly the same."

There was another explosion, which was the sound of a grenade exploding on the other side of the wall. Sherlock suddenly realized that if he had to choose someone in this world who was kind to him, would it be this person? Is it her?

This overly tragic thought made Sherlock take a deep breath and weigh the firearm in his hand. The dust splashed into the entire corridor and became dim. The siren kept ringing, and a huge explosion stirred up large pieces of cement. , slapped on his body at high speed, drawing blood from his already fragile body.

Sherlock could no longer stand up, and it seemed that his torn muscles could no longer bear the slightest amount of force.

But like a ruthless slave owner, he still forcefully urged his collapsed body. With his dry and white lips quivering a few times quickly, he seemed to curse a few curse words, and suddenly rushed out of the wall again. , reducing the area of ​​his body as much as possible in the dust and smoke, and at the same time, pouring out more bullets.

A low gunshot sounded, and countless bullets suddenly burst out. His body hit the ground vertically in an almost free fall. With his chest almost touching the ground, he quickly swept forward several meters away and rushed directly. Enter the crowd ahead.

Lilith couldn't see clearly what was going on over there, but she could imagine that the defector was like a lamb looking for death, rushing into the pack of wolves, and the gunfire was like fangs glowing. The cold light sounded emotionlessly in the smoke.

boom! boom!

Sandwiched in the sound of the gunfire was the muffled sound of flesh colliding. Lilith, who had spent time in the laboratory since childhood, could hear the huge force being ferociously transmitted between the muscle fibers, pushing the body The body continues to squeeze out terrifying lethality that should not have existed for a long time.

Maybe he is really not afraid of death, maybe rushing into the enemy group is the best way he can think of to break out now, maybe the guards didn't expect that a person can run so far close to the ground in an instant, maybe...

There were too many possibilities, but none of them mattered. Anyway, under the superposition of countless possibilities, the gunshots finally stopped. The weak footsteps came closer from a distance. Sherlock was holding on to the wall covered in blood. Then he aimed the pistol he just grabbed at Lilith:

"Where to go next."

"You're dying. Your lungs were shot, your leg bones are shattered, and your shoulder armor probably won't hold up anymore."

"That's my business." Sherlock reluctantly raised his other hand and wiped the blood that covered his sight: "Lead the way, although I don't have much strength now, but if you don't cooperate, I will kill you. "

Lilith sighed, then stood up: "Walk through the corridor in front, and there is an elevator shaft."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

It is difficult to understand the conversation between the two people at this time. From the perspective of bystanders, they are undoubtedly the relationship between the kidnappers and the hostages, but they themselves feel that this kind of polite conversation amid the hail of bullets is too much. It can comfort the other party to some extent, and at the same time, it also leaves some life for yourself.

Ten minutes later, when the neck of the last guard in the room was snapped, Sherlock finally fell to the ground. Even through the thick body armor, his twitching muscles could still be seen.

Lilith looked at this man silently.

A full 20 minutes have passed since the alarm went off.

More than 70 people have come in from the peripheral guards, and this guy named Sherlock dragged his broken body and harvested the lives of more than 70 heavily armed enemies. He should have been exhausted a long time ago. Yes, but it had been several times. When Lilith felt that he would never stand up again, this guy incredibly jumped up again and survived again incredibly.

At this moment, looking at his body slumped against the wall, Lilith once again had the idea that this time, he would definitely not be able to get up.

But in an instant, she laughed to herself.

Well, whether he can stand up again or not, it seems to have nothing to do with him. Anyway, this guy will definitely die here in the end, there is no other possibility.

"Ahem..." After a series of coughs, a large amount of blood spurted out of Sherlock's mouth, and he curled up in pain.

"Your willpower is indeed incredible, but you have to admit that your body can't keep up." The soldier's corpse was flowing with bright red blood, and Lilith was standing in the pool of blood. She was a little impressed. The man in front of him was clutching his chest in pain and his whole body was convulsing, but the gun in his hand was still aimed steadily at him.

"You don't have enough people." Sherlock wiped the blood from his mouth and said, "You were too confident in the first four waves and thought you could kill me directly. After a period of time, you always wanted to surround me, but I didn’t realize that this would disperse the combat power. After all, this is a building, not a wilderness battlefield. When you finally understand that you need to gather all your troops together and push them towards me, the most you can actually have is There are less than 50 combatants."

Lilith was silent for a while: "Please don't keep saying the word [our people]. I have emphasized that these security personnel and I belong to different departments. They deal with mutant creatures all the year round, and some of them are not very good at commanding the small people in the building." A wide range of rescue and suppression tactics. If I were outside now, I believe you wouldn't survive this long.

Of course, no matter how many combatants are left now, additional troops will arrive soon, and you will never be able to hold on. "

In fact, Sherlock frowned slightly when he heard [Mutated Creatures], and shook his head helplessly when he heard about additional troops. Of course he understood this, but it seemed that he still didn't want to surrender.

At this moment, suddenly, another instruction came from the communication snatched from a certain corpse:

"Notification, the surviving guards in the building will evacuate the building immediately; Notification, the surviving guards in the building will evacuate the building immediately!"

This order made Sherlock startled, and his expression finally became serious.

"What's wrong?" Lilith asked.

"I have a bad feeling, your people, I'm sorry, it was the security personnel outside who suddenly requested that the guards inside the building evacuate quickly."

Hearing this, Lilith's expression suddenly became nervous:

"What a bastard." She cursed lightly.

Sherlock and Lilith looked solemn at the same time because of these words, because they both knew what it meant to have all armed personnel withdraw from the hospital at this juncture.

It seems that the people outside found that there was no way to catch the man quickly with guns and soldiers alone, so they just went with the flow and decided to blow up the entire building!

Well, the truth is correct. If you want to quickly subdue the enemies in a building, the most convenient way is to directly destroy the entire building.

As for a person with Sherlock's physical condition, if the building collapses, then he will most likely still survive. When the search and rescue team finds him, and then undergoes some medical treatment, it is estimated that he can survive The execution process proceeds normally.

The reason why the armed men outside have never done this is simply that Lilith is in his hands.

But now, it seems that the issue has been approved by superiors

"It seems that they have decided to give up on you." Sherlock smiled bitterly.

Lilith's eyebrows finally showed a trace of anger: "It's not an easy thing to ask the top government officials to give up on me. I know who can do this kind of thing. I want to lend you your hand to give me up too." It’s a despicable method to get rid of, but it works.”

Sherlock looked at the other person's expression and found that the woman in front of him seemed to have greater hatred for one of his colleagues than himself.

However, it is also understandable that colleagues who work together but have different ideas are indeed like enemies, just like the government and the Holy See in their own world. The solution to this kind of conflict is generally to find a solution between both parties. Find a suitable reason and a suitable time to fight to the death. The person who is still standing in the end becomes the final winner.

And now, Lilith is obviously the one who is about to be killed.

Cough cough cough————

Sherlock coughed even more violently, and at this moment, the muzzle of his gun that had been aimed at Lilith finally lowered.

"I have a proposal" he said weakly.

"Proposal?" Lilith frowned: "You should know the relationship between the two of us. If you tell me a proposal, it would be more effective to say it is a threat."

"Haha, whatever you say, but I think we are very likely to die together now. Coincidentally, neither of us seems to want to die. If in a few minutes, your colleagues are really downstairs Bury a few bundles of explosives, and once they explode, the consequence will be that I will be dragged out and continue to be tortured, you will be killed by the collapsed ceiling on the spot, and those you don't like will become the final winners."

"Speak to the important point!" Lilith said.

"You are a smart man, let's work together and escape together."

"Impossible!" Lilith directly denied it without thinking: "No one in this world will help you. I don't want to be accused of betraying humanity."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Sherlock explained: "Let me put it another way. You were held hostage by me and had to act according to my instructions. However, those idiots outside did not realize this. One of them did not pay attention and fell into the trap and let me run away. .”

"." Lilith looked at the guy in front of her with a very critical look: "You didn't give in under torture before. I think you should be tough or proud and not allow yourself to betray your world.

But now, I find that you are simply a narcissist!

I told you, you can't survive in this world, you are alone! "

"Whether you can survive or not is my business. What you have to consider now is whether you can survive. Please hurry up, beautiful lady. Your colleagues are probably moving explosives into the building."

Sherlock just said this. In fact, his proposal was really ridiculous. The kidnapper actually wanted to cooperate with the hostage.

Lilith frowned and was silent for a while: "What do you want to do?"

At this time, just outside the mental hospital, a soldier who looked like the person in charge of security was reporting into the microphone:

"Mr. Congressman, I think it is necessary to explain again that Ms. Lilith is not out of danger yet. The additional troops will arrive in about 5 minutes, and the target is almost unable to hold on. Destroying the entire building at this time will Won't."

"You have no idea how scary that defector is. Also, don't you think you said too much? Your duty is to execute orders!"

From the headphones, a gloomy voice in his 50s came out.

"Respect and obey orders"

The person in charge of security said nervously, and made a gesture to the subordinate next to him, indicating that preparations for blasting could begin.

But at this moment

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from the combatant communication channel that had been silent for a long time:

"I am Dr. Lilith Rosales. The target has been subdued by me. Come and pick me up at the west corner of the 5th floor."