I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

"clatter------"

Accompanied by a scalp-tingling sound.

The bullets formed a fire net like a hurricane, easily harvesting these demons like the scythe of death.

The flesh and blood dyed the ground red and penetrated deeply into the earth, with countless internal organs flying everywhere.

In this era, there are actually authoritative legal documents similar to the Geneva Convention that regulate the conduct of hostile parties in states of war and conflict.

Aiming large-caliber machine guns at these flesh and blood bodies like this is undoubtedly an act of cruelty that violates the Geneva Convention.

However, the convention binds humans, not the things they deal with.

In this era, human beings who don’t have to worry about humanitarianism are very scary.

Flush, who had been watching all this not far away, also took a shuddering breath.

The reason why he mobilized these demons to attack these things was to find out the details of that thing.

But now it seems that these cannon fodders who escaped from hell can only be cannon fodder in front of this steel monster.

He came back to his senses a little and found that the current development of human beings was really beyond his imagination.

As he said, if they were given another thousand years, human beings would probably develop to an unimaginable level.

He is not at his peak yet, and there is no need to be stupid and fight with them.

So you still have to rely on being smart.

"They seem to have retreated." Sherlock stood by the window and looked at the monsters.

Mycroft silently held the coffee in his hand and gently stirred the sugar cubes in the coffee with a spoon.

"This is not a good thing, Sherlock."

"Why?" said Watson.

"A group of enemies who know how to retreat instead of attacking without thinking means that someone is mobilizing troops behind the scenes." Sherlock said.

Mycroft slowly looked out the window, with an unknown light flashing in his eyes, "When they see that they cannot capture this warship, they will think of other methods. And if they can come up with the series of previous plans, this "other method" may It’s much more troublesome than a frontal impact.”

He seemed to have seen something. He turned around and blew on the coffee in his hand, taking a sip.

"coming."

Sherlock came to the window and looked into the distance, then narrowed his eyes slightly. In his sight, five or six people came over from behind the hedge wall not far away.

Their clothes were in tatters and their bodies were stained with blood.

One of them had a broken hand, and he staggered towards this side, clutching his shoulder.

The soldiers on the warship pointed their guns at them and shouted seriously.

"do not move!"

However, these people obviously didn't take this seriously and were still running towards this side crying, shouting for help as they ran.

"Don't move!" The soldier shouted again, and even drove a shuttle under their feet, which stopped their approach.

"Tell me your name! Identity!"

Standing at the front was an aunt. Her clothes were very vulgar, but they were all famous brands, and she had a lot of jewelry hanging on her body. The people living nearby are basically rich people. This aunt may be the mother of a big boss.

But at this time, money can't solve the problem.

"I am the mother of the owner of Emma Company!" she shouted. "My name is Jonson Emma! I know the mayor here!"

Mingya Company is a large luxury goods company with a good market value.

"Save my son!" she cried, pointing to the man with a broken arm on one side. "He is dying, please save him! I can give you anything!"

The soldier was a little undecided and looked in the direction of the bridge. There, James also looked down at those people.

"Send military doctors to deal with it, but don't let them get close." James said, "Let them go to the villa to rest."

"Yes!" The soldier responded, and then began to greet the military doctors on the warship and let them enter the villa on the other side.

"Is there something wrong with that group of people?" Watson asked.

"Very reasonable." Mycroft did not answer whether he had any questions, but just nodded. "The warship is here, so it is naturally the safest place in the entire city. It is normal for such a rich person to have this understanding."

"However, this is reality, not fiction. The more reasonable something is, the more suspicious it should be." He slowly stood up and looked at Locke, "Demons can disguise themselves as humans, right?"

Locke nodded.

"Can you tell the difference?" Mycroft said.

"Yes." Locke nodded, "Distinguishing humans disguised as demons, or perhaps distinguishing demons possessing humans, is the basic course of the Exorcist Department."

Mycroft slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "It seems like we met just in time."

He picked up the phone on the side and dialed a number that could lead directly to the bridge.

"Be ready to turn your guns and aim at the villa at any time, but don't act rashly yet."

Then he looked at Sissi and said, "I'm sorry, there may be some damage to your villa, but I will fulfill my promise."

He looked at Locke again, "The next step will be left to you, Mr. Locke."

Locke nodded and prepared to leave the captain's room, but Mycroft picked up a headset from the table on the side. "This is a communicator. You can use it to communicate with us at any time."

Locke took the thing, walked out of the captain's room, walked down the stairs on the warship, and entered the villa.

Military doctors and some soldiers have already entered here. These soldiers stood in a queue, holding rifles in their hands.

The military doctor was trying to stop the rich man's bleeding, while five people were standing inside the living room.

One is the rich man, and the other is the rich man's mother. The remaining three are obviously unrelated people, two middle-aged people and one young man. One of them was wearing a butler's uniform, while the other two were wearing security guards' clothing and had weapons on them. They obviously belonged to the same family.

Locke looked at their eyes and found nothing wrong. But he was not surprised, because the devil himself had the ability to disguise himself.

At first glance, nothing seems wrong, and these people all look human.

However, demons are very cunning, and they often blend in with normal humans and use this to disguise themselves.

So it's normal that some of these people are actually human.

He slowly raised the wand in his hand. Under the slightly widened eyes of these people, a faint blue light shone on the tip of the wand.

This is the Patronus Charm.

A little squirrel slowly climbed up from his feet to his shoulders, emitting blue light.

This light is not eerie, but very warm. It's like a ray of warm sunshine shining on the earth in the early morning of autumn, warm and brilliant.

The little squirrel jumped in the air and then passed through the aunt. Auntie was a little frightened at first, but after being passed by the squirrel, her frown instantly opened and she relaxed.

Then the squirrel passed through the rich man who had lost his hand, and the rich man's painful wails subsided.