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Flesh limbs powered by supernatural power are naturally far inferior to slender metal powered by gunpowder explosions... at least not yet.

Charlotte Holmes must have practiced her gun shooting skills diligently since the battle of Reims. Her shooting skills became more and more vicious. With two guns fired in succession, twelve bullets almost completely rushed into the eye sockets of the leader of the Flash Blade.

It was as if William McConaughey had been hit by a sledgehammer. His head was thrown back and his whole body was thrown backward. The light in his skull swayed violently. He finally regained some sanity and fell again.

But at the same time, he also spat out sharp severed fingers.

This severed finger contains the power of a violently vibrating blade. Although it is not as fast as a bullet, under the cover of night, only a faint blood shadow can be seen penetrating the air, causing a whistling sound of breaking wind.

Watson saw that Charlotte, who was not good at shooting, was still focused on shooting, and had no time to dodge. He suddenly fired his rifle to the ground, rushed to the left with the help of the rebound force from the ground, and met Charlotte shoulder to shoulder. He pushed the opponent aside, leaving himself alone to receive William's attack, allowing William's severed finger to stab into his shoulder as it shot towards him in a spiral shape.

William's half-cut finger was extremely powerful. It was comparable to a rifle bullet. It easily penetrated the flesh and blood of the shoulder and penetrated deeply into the shoulder blade!

Watson also seemed to be shocked by the pain that penetrated his bone marrow. He couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, and a thin layer of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, and his body slumped down.

But his act of self-sacrifice was naturally not a hot-headed heroic act to save the beauty, but a careful and careful consideration. Although William cut off his fingers extremely quickly, even Watson had reached the first level of the perfect moth. It is difficult to capture clear traces in the field of vision, and can only see the afterimages left in the air.

However, interception shooting does not necessarily require insight into the complete ballistic trajectory. Most of the time, it is only necessary to confirm the starting point and end point.

From the appearance of the dead bodies of the non-staff officers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, Watson could deduce that William must have been aiming to kill him in a silent attack at the beginning. However, the gunshot that resounded through the night sky just now had broken his intention to assassinate quietly. Tranquility, then the opponent's most important goal at the moment is to quickly defeat and kill the enemy, and then immediately escape from the scene.

Then the only targets left in the direction of attack are the mind and heart, and under the guidance of the moth, Watson inexplicably gained insight into some secrets - the weight of the glory of the head that William is absorbing may be something that living beings should have. Qualities related to reason and wisdom, and perhaps the integrity of the deceased's head.

In order to maximize the remaining value of every dying body, especially the female detective who obviously has far more rationality than ordinary people, William is definitely reluctant to waste the precious light in his skull, so at this moment, the Flash Blade The only possibility left for the leader is to attack the heart!

In fact, he had already planned the next action of blocking the gun with his body as early as the moment William bit off his index finger. Based on the height difference between himself and the female detective, and the distance between himself and the female detective... Watson has 90% chance. His accuracy can ensure that the maximum damage William's attack can cause is nothing more than piercing his shoulder blade.

Such an injury may be a serious injury that is difficult to cure and will cause disability to a mortal, but for Watson, who has already half-stepped into the mysterious world, it is nothing more than that... At most, he will spend some time in Mansu. Look for the second person with ulterior motives who seeks death, and exchange the other person's life for a third vitality.

However, this act of saving his life will definitely win the trust of Charlotte Holmes!

This rich daughter who is the most outstanding female detective in the current era seems to be inextricably linked to the Anti-Suppression Bureau. If she can make the other party remove their guard and suspicion, her next journey of secret transmission training will be smooth and smooth. many.

The female detective was hit by Watson's deliberately controlled shoulder bump, but she staggered slightly. The magazine of the revolver in her hand was already empty.

But the terrifying mummy-like William McConaughey was not dead yet. He fell to the ground but was slightly dazed, but the next second he rolled back and stood up. He raised his head, revealing a ferocious face, and resolutely bit down. Use your middle finger to spit it out!

Charlotte Holmes is worthy of being a famous female detective in the foggy city. She still retains her outstanding calmness in such critical moments. She calmly throws out two revolvers, and the metal gun body flies forward to block the break. The path of the middle finger.

William's middle finger hit the revolver one after another, and the nails scraped against the metal, causing weak sparks and a harsh noise.

Even with the power of the blade, the power of the severed finger was inevitably weakened and deflected, but it was only able to scratch the arm of the female upright ape that exuded a strong intracranial light.

But the other party had already discarded their only earthly weapons, and the anti-suppression department at the back still needed at least ten seconds to get back... This time was enough for him to kill the female upright ape and the moth-headed upright ape in front of him. Three times, and plunder that beautiful shining head!

William McConaughey couldn't help but laugh with joy at this. He bit off his ring finger excitedly and rolled his tongue to adjust the direction of his fingertip.

Charlotte didn't panic when faced with the sinister smile of the leader of the Flash Blade. She just raised her windbreaker again and suddenly took out the third and fourth revolvers!

William McConaughey's remaining rationality could not help but fail. It took him two full seconds to weigh the pros and cons - he could never kill the female upright ape whose skull light was so strong that it was almost real in eight seconds, so now there was only one choice left... retreat!

But when he turned around and tried to escape, a annoying bullet hit the inner socket of his knee when his front legs stepped out, causing him to kneel down uncontrollably, and the time for escape was reduced again.

Before he could fully stand up, the remaining five bullets of the female detective hit his five limbs respectively. The weak blade could not resist the impact of worldly weapons, and he could not help but fall to the dry bloody soil and fell on the still warm corpse.

Then several special bullets traveled dozens of yards and hit his back one after another, penetrating the broken rib bone plate, rolling in the body cavity, forming an expanded cavity, and perforating the organs.

Watson, who seemed to have fallen to the ground due to a serious shoulder injury, saw this scene and smiled with satisfaction in his heart.

He looked down at the wound on his shoulder at leisure. With the help of the fluttering wings of the moth in his skull, his vision became deeper. He saw the flesh and blood of the broken finger stuck in his shoulder fade away, revealing its true nature like a slender bone knife.

Even though the finger bone blade had been deeply pierced into Watson's shoulder, the sharp tip was sunk into the bone marrow, but it was still trembling slightly. Some kind of wonderful rhythm fluctuations were transmitted along the bones to Watson's inner ear, stimulating the cochlear spiral to produce a sound like the clanging of a sword... He seemed to have some inexplicable hallucinations.

He seemed to be in the ancient wilderness. He was wearing a primitive animal skin skirt around his waist, exposing his chest. He held a sharpened basalt axe in his left hand and a sharpened basalt spear in his right hand.

He and his fellow tribesmen formed a circle. They rhythmically struck the stone axes and stone spears, making strange clanging sounds. It was a noise rarely seen in nature. Whenever it appeared, it was always accompanied by devastating mountain torrents, which aroused the fear hidden in the blood of the prey.

The hairy beast raised its long nose and roared to the sky, both to show its strength and to dispel fear.

But seeing this, their fighting spirit became even stronger, and they punched their chests and made strange noises to shock the prey.

The huge beast was completely angry at the provocation of this group of weak upright apes. Its front hooves stomped on the ground, causing the earth to tremble. It raised its head and thrust its curved fangs forward.

An upright ape that failed to dodge was pierced through the chest by the white fangs, and hung on the long white fangs like a fruit on a branch. The bright red blood flowed down the fangs and dripped into the air of the beast.

It tasted the hot and fresh taste, which awakened the primitive ferocity in its body. It raised its head towards the scorching sun in the sky, and a wild roar like thunder broke out from under its long fangs. Even the ferocious lions had to tremble and flee in panic under the pressure of this grassland overlord.

But the grassland overlord's undeveloped head couldn't figure out how an upright ape could ignore the primitive instinct of fear of giant creatures, jump up and chop off one of its long tusks, and stab the sharp spear into its eyes.

The stone axe that collided with the long tusk broke, and the giant beast screamed violently. The giant beast shook its head with a painful roar. The broken short horn swung horizontally like a giant tree sweeping by. He dodged flexibly, but his shoulder was still scratched by the rough broken section, and a layer of exposed skin was scraped off, revealing scarlet flesh.

Overcoming his fear and standing up to fight, he picked up the broken and sharp stone pieces tied to the wooden stick, nimbly dodged the heavy hoofs that were thicker than his waist, and jumped up and stabbed the stone pieces into the heart of the giant beast.

The giant beast fell to the ground with a bang, and he stepped on the huge corpse with blood all over his body, holding the blade in his hand high in the scorching sun.

Still busy with the workplace drinking party, I was able to sit in front of the computer after ten o'clock. This chapter was written anxiously and hurriedly.