Sherlock Holmes

How long does it take to break a leg bone?

one second

So the middle-aged man only had time to let out a brief and sharp scream before the pain directly activated his brain's self-protection mechanism and he chose to pass out.

At the same time, the three bodyguards at the door also reacted immediately.

Two of them had already taken out their guns, and the one closest to the door had jumped up and pounced on Sherlock with his teeth and claws bared!

It has to be said that it is not easy to hire bodyguards who respond so quickly in Xiacheng District. In such a sudden second, these people almost recovered from the shock and immediately made the most correct move. judge!

Oh, no, the most correct judgment should be to turn around and run away!

It seems they missed this precious opportunity

Anyway, at this moment, Sherlock picked up the broken leg bone in his hand and stabbed it at the bodyguard who was rushing towards him in mid-air. The sharp bone spur penetrated with a loud pop and a heavy force. When he entered the opponent's face, his cheekbones were shattered, with half of his nose and an increasingly larger gap, which penetrated the entire skull lengthwise and poked straight out from the back of the head!

This scene was extremely cruel. What was even more unacceptable was that after this stab, the man did not die immediately. Instead, he knelt on the ground miserably, clutching a thigh bone with both hands, and exploded with a strange sound. The human screamed and tried to pull the thing out of his face.

Sherlock didn't bother to pay attention to him. He pulled the man's hair and lifted him up in front of him. The previous frantic operation made the two rushers at the door hesitate for half a second. Only then did the first gunshot finally appear. But Sherlock just turned sideways in a weird way and completely hid himself behind that man's body!

boom! boom! boom! The bullets blasted bloody holes in the man's body, causing a violent spasm. The big brother who had been penetrated in the face finally kicked his legs in the air a few times, and was relieved from the misery.

However, the living room was not that big at all. Sherlock's figure had already arrived in an instant under the sound of these gunshots. He was so fast that the rusher at the door didn't even have time to think about retreating. A body full of bullet holes appeared. It had been thrown over, and behind the corpse, an extremely calm face finally appeared. A line of blood splashed diagonally from the corner of his eyebrows to his chin, and in the middle passed a pupil that looked like it had been soaked in blood.

Fear swept through the gunman's body at this moment. He actually forgot to scream. He just felt a heat in his chest. When he reacted, the other party's hand had already reached his elbow, and then he seemed to be holding something. He simply It's impossible to describe this weird feeling, and the next second, Sherlock's other hand was pressed on the other person's face, and his arms were violently pulled in opposite directions! ! !

Just such a face-to-face encounter, the man no longer had any parts to support his body, and his whole body collapsed directly to the ground. The fear in his eyes at the end was still there.

Sherlock lowered his eyes and looked at the broken spine in his hand, then slowly turned his head and looked at the last bodyguard.

The latter had already collapsed on the ground, and the sweat all over his body was mixed with the blood that was unknown to him from the corpse. He was holding a gun in his hand, but at this time he had no intention of shooting. He only felt that there was a gun in front of him. An unarmed man is as terrifying as a demon.

"Help." Sherlock said calmly.

"???" The gunman obviously hadn't gotten over the shock yet. He looked at the other person with a look of fear, not quite understanding the meaning of the word.

"I said, you can ask for help. It's best to call all your people over, otherwise I have to look for them one by one."

Sherlock said, motioning to a phone hanging on the wall with his eyes, and then threw the spine in his hand to the other party. He didn't even care that the other party had a pistol. He just turned around and walked towards The middle-aged man who fainted from the pain from the very beginning.

Within a few steps, he passed two motionless corpses, stepped on the blood on the ground, squatted next to the middle-aged man, spread his fingers, and pressed on the man's face.

Stress coma is different from those who lose consciousness due to brain trauma. You can wake them up within a few seconds by blocking their breathing.

Following a convulsive struggle, the middle-aged man opened his eyes in horror, and what he saw was blood on the ground. Several corpses were paralyzed on the ground, and the only bodyguard who was still alive was clinging to them. Wall, trying hard to crawl towards a phone.

He didn't dare to think about what happened, but looked at the man in the trench coat who was still a little unhappy in front of him in even more horror.

"You're awake, okay. Let's continue the question we just asked. Do you know where those who didn't pay back the money in time are being held?"

The muscles all over the middle-aged man's body were spasming with severe pain. He wanted to say "I know", but he opened his mouth several times, but was unable to make a sound because of fear. He was so frightened that he kept nodding, trying to This shows that I know that I am still useful.

Sherlock was very satisfied with the other party's reaction:

"Although I want to hear it from you, the configuration of your building is too simple. You can tell at a glance that it can only be in the basement, right."

The middle-aged man nodded quickly and tried his best to pronounce a few syllables: "Yes, yes."

"Okay then, lead the way."

"???"

"Oh, I'm sorry, it seems that you are not very mobile." Sherlock said apologetically, then he grabbed the other person's hair and walked out the door, placing his lower body with only one foot on the ground. A shocking line of blood was drawn out.

The middle-aged man could only struggle, wailing miserably, and holding Sherlock's wrist with all his strength to prevent his scalp from being torn off alive.

"Don't forget to remind me when you encounter a turning point. I don't like to take long detours." Sherlock said leisurely.

"Ahead. Turn left, ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

While the man was screaming, he could only force his voice to be clearer.

"Oh, I want to tell you now. When I went home today, I felt so bad after seeing all the bad things you did. So, can you be quiet?"

"Woo————"

The person being carried used the last bit of his desire for life to tightly shut his mouth, not daring to let out any more moans.

At the same time, just below the building, there was a spacious basement that had been soundproofed.

Several traffickers were methodically stuffing unconscious people into wooden boxes.

(I just listen to advice, so I try to start updating the third chapter. It may be posted soon)