Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 473 Didi Didi~~

The knock on the door made all the hairs on Mr. Killer's body stand up.

He had been looking for this ambush place for a long time, but no one would come.

So, could it be that the water bill collector just happened to come to the door at this juncture, or maybe some drunkard went to the wrong room.

As a professional killer, he couldn't attribute the problem to such a probability of one in tens of thousands, so without thinking, he took out the pistol from his waist and shot at the door next to him.

The target has just been out of sight for two seconds. No matter how strong or fast the target is, it is impossible to teleport several blocks to where he is. Moreover, if the target is really like what the newspaper said , these ordinary pistol bullets can't cause any harm to it at all.

But under this situation, he still fired several shots in succession. The bullets penetrated the door of the room, allowing light to penetrate through the small holes and shine on the ground one by one.

It can be seen that there is no one outside the door.

"Dong dong dong"

The knock on the door rang again.

What the hell is that knocking on the door? !

The sniper didn't care anymore. He couldn't stay in this place for too long, so he rushed to the exit and kicked the door open, preparing to run away quickly and take a look at what was outside the door.

However, the next second, he was dumbfounded.

Because outside the door is a dense group of demons.

They were all piled up in the corridor, one on top of the other, almost reaching the ceiling. Judging from the crowded situation, there must be hundreds of them crowding from the door to the stairs, and even spreading downstairs. Quite a few.

Where did these demons come from?

Mr. Sniper was thinking in confusion.

What puzzled him even more was that there was a corrosion dog squatting on the ground right in front of the door. Judging from its posture, it was probably the dog that had been knocking on the door just now.

How can a corrosive dog knock on the door? ?

Everything in front of him seemed so weird. Mr. Sniper was holding the pistol and didn't know what to do.

Just after a dazed second or two, the strange barriers piled up by demons in front of them seemed to begin to fall apart, and some cracks in the void appeared. These demons all got back one by one, and the corridor was revealed. However, a man wearing a windbreaker The man was already standing in the corridor.

Sherlock Holmes, the man who frequently appeared in the Holy Journal, was also his assassination target today.

Mr. Sniper's pupils shrank to the size of a needle in an instant. He raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger directly at Sherlock's head, but the latter just tilted his head casually and avoided one of the shots. , then stretched out his hand and spread his fingers to cover it.

Several bullets shot into his palm, but they only left small blood holes that were not even big enough for bones to penetrate, so they fell to the ground one after another. The blood holes in his palms were also visible to the naked eye. He healed quickly.

Unless it is a bullet with melted ammunition or demon tranquilizer, ordinary gunpowder is no longer a big threat to Sherlock, and here in London, he can summon an astonishing number of demons anywhere. Come.

It is impossible to chase him out in this realm.

Mr. Sniper didn't know this, but facing a person who could return to the world from hell, he knew that he had no chance to escape, so as a professional killer, he directly raised the gun and aimed it at his chin.

But before he could shoot, a tentacle appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around his arm, quickly pulling his arm away from the shooting position. At the same time, many tentacles suddenly appeared. , entangled the man's hands and feet, and hung him in the air.

Sherlock walked over in a few steps, pinched the other person's cheek with one hand, and stretched the other hand directly into the other person's mouth. His fingertips clasped the junction of the gums and teeth, and pulled out with extremely cruel force. In an instant, , the entire row of teeth were torn out, and some were connected to nerves or the flesh and blood of the gums, and blood kept flowing out.

Sherlock threw the teeth in his hand to the ground, and wiped the blood on his hands on the other person's clothes.

"A brother of mine said that before the interrogation begins, it is best to extract the man's teeth first. The periodontal tissue has strong healing properties and will not cause excessive blood loss. But if the tongue is broken, it will be difficult to stop the bleeding. It is relatively difficult, although the probability of death is not high, but what if it happens."

Sherlock said and wiped a few drops of blood splattered on his clothes. He didn't care about the windbreaker outside, but the suit he wore underneath was the suit from today's wedding.

"I still have a little bit of my good mood left today, so long story short, who asked you to come?"

Although from the inference just now, he thought that the person who might have done these things was Franklin, Sherlock still could not understand why the old boy would do such things. His current achievements must have been written down in the holy history. It’s a very colorful stroke. After the victory of the expedition, he will definitely become a great king. Even if there is no one, his own existence will not pose any threat to him.

As for whether people on the other side of the world can come to this world, that is all a matter of his words. No matter what he thinks, the other party has no reason to kill him.

Even if there were, the other party wouldn't be stupid enough to use the Public Security Bureau, or a sniper to kill himself.

So, what went wrong?

Sherlock looked at the sniper in front of him. Blood was continuously flowing from his mouth, which looked shocking.

"I see you are not a brainless person. Now that you are in my hands, just say whatever you have to say. Don't wait for my brother to come. By then, you will be hundreds of times worse than now."

"Uh--uh--"

The sniper groaned, and it seemed that the severe pain was still eroding his consciousness. Sherlock waited patiently for him to recover.

10 seconds passed, and the other person's moans finally subsided.

Sherlock lit a cigarette and put it between the other's lips. The man took a drag and coughed twice.

"Say it," Sherlock said softly.

but

"It's useless." The person in front of him chuckled strangely and shook his head. At the same time, Sherlock heard a sound of 'di~di~di~' suddenly coming from the other person's clothes.

He frowned, and then took off the other party's clothes. In fact, when he first came in, he had already observed the other party's clothes and the layout of the room, and made sure that there was no place to hide bombs, and he was also the first to In no time, he pulled out the opponent's teeth to prevent the guy from biting his tongue or having any deadly poison in his mouth.

But following the beeping sound, Sherlock pulled open the back of the other person's shirt again.

"Ah"

He couldn't help but chuckle, and seemed to find it quite interesting.

Because he saw an extremely terrifying scar on the sniper's chest, extending from the sternum to the stomach, and from the outline, it seemed that several of the opponent's ribs had been removed in order to make his body There is more space inside to accommodate external objects.

At this time, the beeping sound was accelerating in this person's chest.

I have been traveling very hard these days, so there are few updates. I wish you all a Happy New Year in advance~mua~