Sherlock Holmes

"Grass!"

"What the fuck is going on?!"

In the darkness, someone shouted a few times. They had no idea what was going on, and panic spread. People suddenly lost their target and did not react immediately. However, some people reacted quickly and when the darkness fell. The next second after that, he turned on the tactical flashlight at the front of the muzzle, and some even simply pulled the trigger!

Da da da!

Some scattered gunshots rang out, and then passed through the long and narrow corridor, hitting the explosion-proof shields surrounding the soldiers on the other side of the corridor, attracting waves of loud curses, and then more and more tactical flashlights were turned on. rise.

The entire corridor was illuminated by dozens of light sources. Although it was still dim, it was still clearly visible. At this time, the space between the two groups of soldiers was already empty, and the traitor had disappeared without a trace.

"Damn it! Where are the people?!"

People on both sides quickly gathered in the middle. There were no windows or doors in the entire corridor. Where did this guy go?

Where else could she run? Lilith raised her head and looked at the air vent above her head that was continuously releasing hypnotic gas. Her face was gloomy, and she quickly took out the walkie-talkie.

"Attention everyone outside the building, the target has sneaked into the ventilation duct, monitor closely!"

It was only a short instruction, but a team of seven to eight hundred people outside the museum was instantly ready. They had watched the video of this traitor's escape half a year ago no less than twenty times, and they knew how powerful the guy was in fighting and escaping. , naturally it is impossible to relax at all.

Lilith hung up the phone angrily. She spent so long trying to find this guy and finally blocked him. Why did the power cut off at this time?

This is certainly no coincidence.

Although Sherlock is usually carefree, he is very meticulous in certain key details. For example, when he first entered this museum, he first found the power supply area and then did a very simple physics A small device used to create power outages.

The specific method is to buy an old-fashioned watch on the street, remove the dial, wrap two pieces of iron wire around the hour and minute hands, and then tie them to the wires of the power supply.

In this way, every hour, when the hour hand and minute hand overlap, the current will suddenly connect, causing a short circuit.

Normally, when Sherlock is reading documents here, he will go out for a few minutes every hour. He is not going to urinate, but to temporarily remove the wires from the watch. If he had not done this one time, If so, a power outage will follow.

For such a long time, he has done this every day to avoid being suddenly blocked in the museum.

In the ventilation duct, Sherlock crawled quickly, and soon kicked open a grid window leading to the outside of the building, then jumped forward and rushed into the corner closest to him.

The wind outside is very strong. Looking from a distance, you can see bright and dazzling lights all around the outer building. There are heavily armed soldiers on three floors outside, and there are helicopters hovering in the sky. Most of the cockpit doors are open. The soldiers inside were holding machine guns and carefully observing the situation below.

There are dangers everywhere, and Sherlock had already expected this battle. Now that Lilith has found him, she will definitely not bring only a few dozen people. In fact, if this was not an urban area, Lilith would probably be able to Send a fully equipped army over.

In short, Sherlock was surrounded, and the dry wind of hell blew across his cheeks. He understood that every second he was here, he might suddenly be attacked by fire from all directions.

There is nothing to complain about. Being able to cultivate in this world for a full 6 months has far exceeded his expectations.

So he narrowed his eyes and watched the soldiers in the distance begin to press towards him little by little.

The museum is surrounded by a square. Although it is not big, it does not give me any hiding place. Half a year later, by chance, I found a blind girl and her brother who was not very bright. Through a deerstalker hat Walk among the crowds with a large trench coat, and read so much history in this museum without arousing too much suspicion.

To be honest, this luck is already very good.

At this moment, he no longer had any room for opportunism. Facing the dark crowd of armed men getting closer and closer to him, he knew that if he wanted to survive in this world, he could not rely on cleverness and good luck.

finally

"He's here!!!"

A sharp roar suddenly came from above.

Seven seconds after Sherlock climbed out of the vent, he was discovered by an armed man on the helicopter. The man shouted into the intercom loudly, so loud that even Sherlock could hear it, and the next one In an instant, the minigun above his head began to pour bullets wildly towards the tiny figure below!

In an instant, sharp bullets rained down from the sky, crackling into the ground, and then exploding into large clouds of smoke and dust. Sherlock leaned over and tried his best to avoid the flying shrapnel under the cover of the building wall, while the troops in the distance After receiving the order, they all speeded up the encirclement and suppression. They looked through the hot dust and looked at the flashing lights in the distance, like the gods of death walking out of the netherworld, holding sickles with deadly cold light in their hands. , about to reap his own life.

"Boom boom boom~ da da da~"

There were several more helicopters overhead, and the high-speed rotating propeller blades made a deafening buzz. The miniguns below were constantly spinning, spitting out red and blue flames. It was unknown what materials these guns were made of. Yes, under the continuous shooting, there is no need to cool down at all, as if as long as Sherlock does not die, these bullets will never stop.

He fell to the ground, and his neat hair, which he had taken care of for half a year, once again looked as messy as weeds. A wall that had just been used as a bunker was being penetrated by high-speed flying bullets, and then was completely torn apart in a few seconds. Several vehicles The armored vehicle joined the battle, and the weapons mounted on both sides began to make strange dull sounds. Sherlock did his best to lower his head in order to reduce his cross-sectional area. The ground just a few centimeters away seemed to be hit by gunpowder. As if it had been plowed, the flat ground of the square had already been lifted up by bullets. The speed of the surrounding firepower caused those bullets to cover the entire area like raindrops. There was a huge whistling sound, the sound of projectiles penetrating, and the sound was shocking...

Of course, these are just the beginning. After the last traitor escape incident, these soldiers will no longer make any unnecessary mistakes. The firepower has formed a cross network with no dead ends, leaving Sherlock not even a second. No matter the loss, ammunition, or time, they pushed forward bit by bit in the direction of Sherlock, without being arrogant or impetuous, without leaving a trace of hope, and the endless gunfire they spat out kept cutting apart. The air made a harsh scream, making the surrounding oxygen thin. Those bullets carrying huge kinetic energy shattered the cement walls outside the museum little by little, and sharp concrete fragments flew everywhere. The irregular route hit Sherlock mercilessly. He couldn't even turn his head to see how far away those soldiers were from him.

People in this world live in despair. Before humans built this last city, they had been fighting mutated creatures for hundreds of years. When it comes to killing and iron-blood, they are no worse than the people on the other side of the rift in time and space. , although the population is extremely low, but after hundreds of years of technological development, those cutting-edge weapons can allow a very small number of people to show extremely terrifying combat intensity. At this moment, those murderous weapons have shown their extremely terrifying power. With such power, Sherlock even felt that even if his body had recovered now, he would only feel his own insignificance and despair without any room in the face of such endless firepower.

A person who lives in a world that does not accept him will inevitably be in despair.

But since Sherlock passed through the gate of hell, there has never been a day when he didn't survive in despair. He escaped in despair, lived in despair, ate, slept, swept the floor, handed out flyers, received wages, bought groceries, and cooked in despair. Eat and wash dishes.

Despair, in Sherlock's eyes, seems to have become a normal state, just like the people waiting for death in this world. Therefore, people in this world are constantly struggling in despair, so it is absolutely impossible for Sherlock to lose the motivation to survive because of despair. The sound of gunfire behind him was getting closer and closer, and the interceptor team on the other side remained motionless, blocking Sherlock's only escape route.

There is no way to escape.

The helicopter above occupied absolute air supremacy. A soldier with a machine gun fired wildly at the figure who was hiding in embarrassment below. No matter what, that guy couldn't fly, so in most concepts, high-altitude shooting On the ground, the people below will only be beaten passively.

Seeing that the traitor could only desperately dodge between the walls of the building under his own firepower, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not get rid of himself. This soldier felt something in his heart. The thrill of revenge.

But suddenly he saw the figure below him leaping up, clasping his fingers on the wall of the building next to him, climbing to the top of the museum in a few steps, and then picked up an outdoor unit of an air conditioner on the rooftop of the museum. He suddenly tore off the connection between the chassis and the refrigeration pipe, then rounded his arms and threw it towards the helicopter he was riding in!

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The soldier holding the machine gun shouted.

But things like helicopters still have to follow some physical laws after all. It takes a few seconds to go from hovering to accelerating. The speed of the air conditioner outdoor unit is extremely fast, like a square cannonball, straight It hit the plane's tail propeller.

With a sound of "Boom!", a blade of the rapidly rotating propeller was smashed directly. The entire fuselage suddenly lost control and began to spin crazily. Then, accompanied by a roar like an engine jammed, it hit the machine below. crowd.

Sherlock took a heavy breath. The bloody holes exploding on his shoulders looked shocking. He climbed to the top of the building facing Ji Qiang. There was no way he would be unscathed.

But there was no other way out. Under this situation, all opportunistic escape methods would look ridiculous. The only way to escape was to break out head-on. Therefore, Sherlock ignored the new injuries on his body and took advantage of the few seconds the helicopter fell. When he was free, he suddenly jumped up again, and after his body hit the ground, he suddenly leaned down and rushed towards the crowd at high speed.

This scene looks so weird. Soldiers on three floors inside and three outside, countless black gun muzzles, a row of armored tanks ready to go, and cold and cold war weapons, they all gathered together neatly, and they were the first to rush over. , turned out to be just a figure that was so small that it would be blown into dust in an instant.

With a sound of "Boom!", the helicopter finally crashed into the crowd. The rapidly rotating propellers rolled up dust crazily. The broken fan blades turned into a real death scythe this time, crushing the soldiers who had not had time to disperse. The surrounding onlookers screamed and dispersed. With a frightening sound, a small flame suddenly ignited at the connection between the engine and the fuel tank. It instantly rushed into the small helicopter, and then a burst of flames shot into the sky. .

Just like the drums were beaten before the start of the war, for a moment, gunfire sounded at a frequency that was so dense that it could not be distinguished. Under the firelight, a horizontal turbulent waterfall of death was formed, and some dull sounds of large-caliber artillery were interspersed during the period. Originally, In the square that was not too big, several small pits more than ten centimeters deep appeared in an instant. Fortunately, the gunfire started too suddenly and too densely, and it dazzled the eyes of some snipers in the distance. Otherwise, the last second, that The traitors have already entered the shooting range of these elite snipers.

Sherlock's body was like a ghost, moving crazily sideways in the dense rain of fire. Once in his own world, he could retreat unscathed from the full bombardment of the undead old army.

But at that time, he was not fighting alone after all. There was Crimson beside him, and he also had the power of the contractor, which was the best guarantee for repairing the injury. But now, he has nothing.

The gravel in front of him obscured his vision. He stepped on the gravel on the ground and the broken shrapnel scattered on the ground, like a bird flying close to the ground. The blood on his shoulders was constantly flying backwards while driving at high speed. This was He now knows the clearest injuries, and within two seconds of running forward, he was shot in at least seven or eight places. He still keeps the body armor he pulled off a soldier half a year ago. At this moment, he was wearing the inside of the windbreaker. Although it withstood some damage, not a single bone that should be broken was missing, and not a single bullet that should have been embedded in the limbs was dropped.

Just hearing a loud "Boom!", a small missile that passed through the rain of bullets exploded at Sherlock's feet. This small-range motion capture missile can quickly lock on high-speed moving objects and then accurately hit the target within a range of 100 meters.

"I hit him!!!"

Behind the console, a soldier shouted excitedly! In fact, he knew that he should not have been so excited. Even if the other party was a traitor, under the bombardment of human high-tech weapons, how could he survive alone.

All this was bound to happen.

However, the next second, a soldier looked at the bloody and miserable body that was blown away, and his pupils suddenly tightened.

"Fuck! This guy did it on purpose!!"