Sherlock Holmes

At first, when Sherlock met the old man called the breeder, he thought he was just an old guy who secretly sold mutant creatures in the shadows that the alliance government could not see.

He may have some connections, a few channels out of the city, and some guns. I guess if he works hard, he can get a few military tanks and the like.

But when the old man was willing to defend the factory with his own life and buy time for Sherlock to escape on the subway, he gradually discovered that the old man might have been preparing for his escape all his life.

Along the way, no matter where or on any street, you can find the network of relationships he has laid out long ago. His identity as a traitor is naturally not accepted by people in this world, but there are countless people who come out and are willing to Die for this escape.

What made Sherlock even more frightened was that so far, he didn't know the old man's name.

He said that he did not like the visitors from the other side of the time and space rift. After all, the world has become like this, which is inseparable from the people over there. He just wants to make the world a better place. That's all.

Therefore, he did not want to leave his name.

He doesn't want to remember, cherish, or be missed, especially if one day a tombstone appears on the other side of the rift in time and space with his name engraved on it. That feeling is really awkward for him.

Therefore, he allowed Sherlock to escape in peace, while he himself was content to be a traitor to mankind. Everything between them had nothing to do with friendship, let alone help, but was just an old man's extravagant hope and hope. An unrealistic deal.

At this time, standing at the junction of the city and the wilderness outside the city, the hail of bullets made Sherlock feel as if he had returned to the Redeker Strait battlefield. In front of him was the army of the Survivor Alliance. As long as he broke out of that war zone, he could return Door of hell.

Everything seems simple.

However, the tall and thin man next to him suddenly came over. He was bleeding a lot and was seriously injured, but he just made a few sign language naturally.

"The repaired subway was discovered. The alliance government blew up the track, and our backup was cut off."

His two eyes located near the temples looked at Sherlock reluctantly. The backup was cut off. Everyone knew what this news meant.

But he didn't seem too depressed. As I said before, this man's IQ was not very high. He just followed the old man's last wish and helped Sherlock until he died in the battle.

As for the rest, it was not something he should consider.

Sherlock nodded, and he was not panicked or at a loss, because even if the backup could catch up, it would only delay the scheduled ending for a while.

He looked at each other: "You should all know that you will die here today, right?"

"Of course." The man made a simple gesture.

"At that moment, you activate all the firepower, or launch a suicide charge, no matter what method you use, to draw the firepower of the alliance forces to the direction of the water transportation pipeline."

Sherlock said something in a very strange context.

[Suicide Charge]

When these words are spoken from the mouth of a traitor, it sounds awkward.

"What about you?" the man in front of him asked.

"Anyway, there is no backup. You guys are attracting firepower, and I'm trying to break out."

"good."

Under the roar of gunfire and bullets, it did not affect the communication between the two people at all. But the content of their exchange was so direct and so arrogant.

Suicidal Attack Even the most loyal dog raised since childhood will not necessarily give up his life crazily just because of a word from his owner.

Use a group of desperadoes to attract the firepower of the army. They only have guns in their hands, but the opponent has aircraft, cannons, and tank missiles. How can they attract the opponent's firepower? Even if they are attracted, how long can they last? Seconds?

The most ridiculous thing is, what does "I tried to break out" mean?

One person, trying to break through an entire army?

This sentence feels like: I try to drink two sips of magma; I try to run around the earth twice; I try to move the moon to the side.

It was full of absurdity. If it weren't for the brain development of the big brother with radiation sickness in front of him, he would have been stunned on the spot and didn't know how to answer the conversation.

But that's how it happened.

Regardless of whether they were arrogant or crazy, after more than ten seconds, all the people who were still alive behind the bunker suddenly went crazy and evacuated from the bunker, using guns, grenades, or heavy shoulder-mounted weapons. The missiles began to pour firepower towards the approaching army in front of them as if they were desperate, and they kept thinking about moving sideways, looking like they were about to transfer, or maybe they were escaping.

It doesn't matter, anyway, under the steel torrent of the military, all their actions are beyond doubt.

Sherlock looked at the absurd, bloody, but extremely tragic scene in front of him. It was hard for him to imagine how desperate the world was and how much hope he had for hope, so that so many people could risk their own lives. Actively expose yourself to gunfire.

Those people are dying.

They will always die.

And there is only one way for Sherlock himself.

Therefore, at the moment when the military's attention was gradually attracted by those desperate targets, hundreds of mutant creatures began to gather, and three mature mutant creatures that were already covered in wounds suddenly stopped tearing with the armored tank. , turned around suddenly, and started running wildly in the direction of the wilderness.

All of this happened somewhat suddenly. The firepower point at the front that had just been attracted by the firepower had not yet reacted. Of course, they did not immediately realize that a small figure suddenly rushed forward under the cover of the gunpowder smoke that had not dispersed. After getting out of the bunker, against the gunfire, he sprinted towards the side of the war zone with extremely ferocious determination.

Whether compared with the group of desperadoes or the Alliance army not far away, this little figure seemed particularly lonely, but the momentum he erupted was like a fighter jet that suddenly started its engine. It is incredibly fast, completely beyond the limit speed that a human being or even most vehicles can display. The desolate area outside the water supply area has been scorched by the scorching sun for hundreds of years. The ground is full of dusty gravels and cracked After centuries of weathering, the soil has formed rugged cracks that are tens of meters wide.

And the shadow just rushed out, crossed the ravine, climbed the steep slope, and hit the fragile soil with its feet. It set off a cloud of wind and sand behind it, turning into a blurry shadow under the scorching sun, heading towards Run far away.

In the helicopter hovering in the sky, several soldiers clutched their communicators and roared: "Target found, southwest! Target found!!!"

The person blocking the army was subconsciously confused for a few seconds before he realized what was happening. Then, following several hysterical roaring orders, the tank's engine made a harsh roar at the same time.

Sherlock was very fast, even faster than some speeding chariots, but after all, he could not be faster than the cannonballs and planes in the sky. Fortunately, the demonic waves that came in this direction in advance gathered with him.

This scene is so familiar. Just over a year ago, Sherlock was constantly chasing and fighting these demonic tides. But now, he has become the center of the demonic tide, surrounded and protected. Swish, swish, swish, flames flying, shrapnel flying, the surrounding demons withstood these attacks with their bodies, and then on the verge of death, they madly pounced on the following ferrous beasts, as if they were not afraid of death. warrior.

In the brain, there are hundreds of demons being controlled. Those fatal attacks are constantly reducing the lives of these demons. The chests pierced by bullets and the legs blown to pieces, these pains are extremely clear through the backlash effect. appeared in Sherlock's mind, and terrifying pain set off huge waves in his mind every moment. If it were an ordinary person, he might have fainted in the first second.

But Sherlock remained silent, constantly controlling the demon tide to run wildly with him, and at the same time constantly adjusting the position of each demon, trying to minimize the damage they suffered. Gradually, the pain made him more and more awake, and he became more and more aware. The more focused he became, he even began to control the tentacles to drill out of the demon's body, connecting the two demons whose legs were blown off, forming a weird posture, and then continued to maintain balance with each other's unbroken limbs. .

There was a whistling sound above the head, and several planes flew over the sky with terrifying air pressure, leaving a plowed crater in front of Sherlock. He raised his head and looked at the fighter planes flying away at high speed, flying over the fiery red sky. The sky turned a corner and swooped towards him again. Behind him and to the side, two teams of high-tech combat troops were surrounding him, seemingly trying to contain him. There were gunfire, cannon fire, and huge pain in his head. It made him feel extremely calm, and even under the desolate land and bloody sky, the annoying pride and arrogance sprouted.

It's similar to the feeling that I am challenging the entire world.

However, no one can challenge the entire world alone. Sherlock has been able to survive in this world for more than a year. This is a miracle and indeed worthy of pride, but in the end he is still on the run.

Moreover, under the encirclement and suppression by more and more fighter planes and troops, he found that there were fewer and fewer directions left for him to break out.

A missile fell from the sky, and the huge wind pressure caused the dust on the ground to disperse in panic. A third-level mutant creature jumped high and accurately hit the missile with its body. In mid-air Large areas of fire burst out, and then minced meat and burnt bones fell to the ground like raindrops. Sherlock spat out a large amount of blood, and the painful backlash made his eyesight black.

On the far side of the wilderness, the huge crack in time and space was quietly waiting for him. As long as he passed through it, he could return to his own world.

But all the power he has now is these demons, and the army behind him is endless.

From a theoretical perspective, it seemed that he was going to die here eventually.

20 minutes ago.

On the other side of the distant city, the Survivor Alliance scientific research building stood quietly on the edge of the city.

An elevator descended at high speed until it was 150 meters underground before finally stopping.

Ms. Lilith, the chief scientific research officer of the alliance government, walked out of the elevator, followed by two guards.

In fact, it is better to call them guards than to monitor her, because since her authority to search for traitors was taken away, these two guards followed her wherever she went.

"呲————"

The huge iron door in front of him made a harsh sound as the air pressure was relieved. Then, the door slowly rose, revealing the vast experimental space behind the door.

This is a scientific research laboratory in the Mutated Biological Research Zone of the Alliance Government. It covers an area of ​​more than 20,000 square meters and is equipped with the most advanced scientific research instruments and the most cutting-edge experimental talents.

And now, right in the middle of the entire laboratory, a huge mature mutant creature stood quietly.

This mutated creature has no epidermis, and its bright red muscle lines are directly exposed to the air. A layer of white external skeleton wraps the surface of its head, chest, limb joints and finger bones. According to the theory of biological evolution, this kind of skeleton The distribution means that it is very suitable for combat.

Rather than saying that this body appeared on its own due to mutation or evolution, it would be more convincing to say that it was deliberately designed like this.

Moreover, the limb structure of this mutated creature is the one closest to the human form that Lilith has ever seen in her research career. It is difficult to imagine what kind of coincidence can allow a person to enter a rift in time and space. It just turned out like this.

This mutant creature appeared together with the traitor named Sherlock. After that, Sherlock was imprisoned by the government, but in the end he ran away.

And this mutated creature has been imprisoned in this underground laboratory. Under medicine and high-strength shackles every day, it should have no possibility of escaping.

Lilith walked towards the center of the laboratory. When the scientific researchers along the way saw her arrival, although they did not put down their work, they all looked at her with respect.

"Is there any new news?" Lilith walked up the hanging ladder and came to the head of the huge creature. She looked at its motionless but still very oppressive face and asked calmly.

"Since the time it was captured, apart from the detection of a steady brain wave, there has been no gain."

An experimenter nearby reported.

Lilith thought for a while and wondered whether she should just cut open its brain and conduct slice research. It had been a year and there was still no progress in the research on this big guy.

Just thinking about it.

The creature in front of you.

Slowly, I opened my eyes