Phantom Master of the Elf

Chapter 156 I Have Changed Long Ago

Han Hao drove the waveguide, following the traces left by several big men.

He didn't dare to pull the stabilizer to the maximum. This thing needs to be charged, and it is a technology that has been broken for two centuries. No, it may be two and a half centuries. There are not many things that can be made in the 21st century. There was no electricity in a foreign country, and he didn't even cry.

The traces of several people probably disappeared near a warehouse.

"Warehouse" is just Han Hao's understanding of this place. In fact, he doesn't know what it is, but according to the modeling of waveguide feedback, there are some messy parts piled up in this building, so let's call it a warehouse for now. .

The surrounding area is very quiet, only the sound of the tide not far away can be heard, and there is no one in the field of vision.

Han Hao bent down and approached the warehouse door, looking in from the edge of the door.

There is a lot of space inside the warehouse, even in the daytime, but there is no place for lighting inside the warehouse. This door without a door panel is the only light source in the entire warehouse.

Passing through several scattered and damaged iron railings, the sound from the end of the warehouse made him lean his back against the wall.

Judging from the data fed back by Bird, the crew-haired man with a beard should be a corner away from him at this time, and not far away is the elf with only a purse in his mouth.

It was a foam chinchilla with a semicircular gash on her leg like a trap.

The foam chinchilla seemed to have come to his senses a long time ago, curled up in a corner with his injured leg in his arms.

Han Hao's eyes were gradually filled with silvery white.

He alone, together with Sorolla, should be more than enough to deal with four strong British men.

Just when he was about to shoot, a deafening gunshot suddenly sounded.

Blood erupted from the head of the foam chinchilla curled up not far away. She unconsciously let go of the hands holding her legs, and slowly reached out to touch her head. Looking at the blood spurting from the wound, she seemed to be trying to understand What just happened.

Han Hao, who was about to make a move, froze in place. He didn't expect these people to be so decisive. Looking at it from the perspective of a person in the 21st century, it is absolutely impossible to shoot at an elf.

Is elf life so cheap in this day and age?

An unexplained anger gushed out of his heart.

The waveguide on the bottom of the foot erupted, and the distance of a corner was fleeting. Han Hao grabbed the back of a strong man's neck, and the wave missile in his palm shattered the man's skull directly.

The remaining half of the man's body lost gravity and knelt on the ground. Han Hao bent down expressionlessly, and picked up the revolver in the man's hand.

m1895, the mass-produced model of this era.

Soroya, who was speeding up by plotting, bumped into a man's calf, and the sound of bone cracking could be clearly heard in the silent warehouse.

Han Hao didn't give Sorolla an order, so he was a step slower when he shot. When he saw his trainer killing people without changing his face, Sorolla didn't come back to his senses for a while.

Han Hao didn't have time to think about what he had done now. Almost out of anger, he raised the revolver in his hand, and the bullets were like a shower, opening several blood holes in the abdomen of the man with the broken calf bone.

"Don't kill us, please! If you like that freak, we'll catch you as many as you want!"

The remaining two men were already scared out of their wits by this scene. Seeing that Han Hao had an oriental face, they immediately knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

"You should have run away," Han Hao said.

"My legs and feet are not very good. If you ran earlier, you might survive."

The two strong men looked at each other. Out of fear of the man in front of them, how could they have the idea that they could survive by kneeling down and begging for mercy?Since this man has bad legs and feet, running away is their only way out!

Resisting the discomfort in their legs, the two ran towards the warehouse gate.

That door was the only light in this warehouse, and the only hope in the hearts of the two men.

Their hands swinging forward were about to touch the sunlight outside, and an irresistible pressure suddenly fell.

The pupils of the boy behind him were already filled with silver.

"I asked you to run earlier, but unfortunately, you are late. If you run before you say the word freak, you can leave a whole body, but now..."

- Bang!

Two balls of blood mist exploded, and there were several unrecognizable broken bones near the warehouse door.

Han Hao resisted the dizziness and walked in front of the foam chinchilla, bent his knees and supported the ground with his hands.

"I'm sorry..." - he whispered in his heart.

Regardless of his clothes getting dirty, he hugged the foam chinchilla tightly.

Feeling the opponent's body gradually getting colder due to blood loss, an unprecedented anger surged up.

This is the world two centuries ago.

So dirty that people want to destroy it with their own hands!

The chaotic thoughts with nowhere to vent and the severe pain in his head made Han Hao shake his head violently.

At this moment, the foam chinchilla in her arms trembled, as if feeling the warmth from the outside world, she tried hard to open her eyes.

Han Hao opened his mouth slightly, she was still alive, maybe she could be saved.

The physical fitness and recovery ability of elves are more than a hundred times that of humans.

He even forgot such a simple truth.

The little hand of the foam chinchilla seemed to want to lift it up, and Han Hao looked in the direction of her finger, and the money bag made of burlap was not far away.

Han Hao quickly took the money bag over.

When he got it, he noticed something was wrong. The purse didn't have the heavy texture of coins, but it seemed to be filled with an oval object.

He opened the purse, then smiled self-deprecatingly.

It turned out to be just a tree fruit.

That's right, it's useless for elves to steal money. These little guys who lived in the 19th century may only think about filling their stomachs every day.

and many more......

Berry!

The main raw material of the recovery potion!

In this world, no matter what the species is, as long as it is a tree fruit, it will more or less have some recovery effect.

Han Hao quickly crushed the fruit with a waveguide, and the squeezed juice dripped into the foam chinchilla's mouth.

He didn't know the specific function of this tree fruit, but now he could only pray for a miracle.

Elf center, definitely not in this era.

Doctor, Elizabeth's family may have it, but it must be too late from this time to the castle.

Han Hao opened the waveguide to the maximum.

He could think of only one doctor in this day and age who would be sympathetic to elves.

Baker Street!Sherlock's messy rental house!

I hope that doctor named Watson still has some brotherly feelings for Sherlock, and will come to catch up with his good friend before getting engaged.

......

......

"Please! Please save her!"

Watson looked at the man who suddenly jumped in from Sherlock's window. He just came back to get some things that he didn't take. As for coming back to catch up with his good friends before the engagement, sorry, he didn't want a reasoning lunatic to mess up his wedding.

The boy in front of me came from nowhere.

But from the look in his eyes, he obviously knew that he was a doctor, and if he knew that he would appear at Sherlock's house, this young man must be Sherlock's friend.

Damn that scruffy consulting detective can find friends.

Watson looked at the foam chinchilla in Han Hao's arms.

"Elves?..."

Forget it, if you're Sherlock's friend, it's okay to help you once.

"Stop standing there, come to my room, my equipment hasn't been moved yet, you are really lucky, I just wanted to lock the door."

Ask for a ticket! ! ! !

(End of this chapter)