Sherlock Holmes

It was only then that the people around him finally reacted.

They didn't even have time to look back at the direction where the bullet came from, and who fired the life-or-death shot at such a critical moment. They could only suppress the incomparable shock and joy in their hearts, and kept thinking. I am grateful for this gift that seems to come from God.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The steam armor that had been pouring out heat immediately started to operate again. The high temperature brought by the turbine steamed the surrounding rain curtain into clouds of white mist. All the guards immediately started combat mode again!

They are the most devout believers of the Holy See, and their lives are consumables to support the Holy See. Therefore, even if their limbs have been injured, broken, and shattered due to the battle just now, and some steel has been inserted into their abdominal cavities, as long as the enemy is still there , the high-ranking clergy still need protection, so they can't rest, let alone hope to be treated; even if the high temperature has not dissipated through the thick armor, it is like pieces of hot iron burning their bodies, The skin is roasted, sticky, and sizzling, but there is still no escape!

However, these equipment are too heavy after all. After such a fierce battle just now, the turbine without heat dissipation cannot gather enough power again in the first time to drive the three-meter-high thick steel. Even the most basic I couldn't even bend my arms or lift my legs.

Further away, the abyssal creature summoned by Deacon Bader had completely lost its activity, and its whole body had collapsed, leaving only its festered skin. The spider finally had a chance to breathe. At this moment, its eight slender limbs The limbs began to dance wildly, rushing towards the old priest desperately, and the huge abdomen was squirming violently, probably trying its best to produce spider silk.

However, this abyssal creature is not good at moving quickly over short distances. Because of the battle, it had already used up all its spider silk, and was unable to produce more for a while.

As for Catherine on the bell tower, although she has a terrifying instant kill ability, her contracted creature was severely damaged at this time, and she herself was also affected by the backlash. She could only lean against the wall covered with vines, trying not to faint. .

So in these short few seconds, it was so dramatic that no one could really attack Deacon Bader, let alone protect the old priest.

In the pool of blood, the emaciated body got up.

At this time, it was even thinner than the skinny one before. It could almost be called a skeleton. Large areas of skin were turned into nutrients and fell off one after another, revealing the dry muscle lines that were almost broken inside.

In this case, even if the beautiful girl who can heal everything, Florence Nightingale, comes in person, it will not be able to save its life.

It must die.

But it is still crazy, roaring, eager to destroy and be destroyed!

The rain dyed the long street blood red. In this bright glass-like street scene, a figure quietly crossed a pile of mangled corpses.

As mentioned before, compared to the Contractor, Sherlock is not that fast, but he is extremely smooth and weird. Every movement seems to be extremely precise, whether it is running, crossing, or even the distance of each step, It's like it has been calculated countless times.

The black shabby windbreaker flew quietly behind him, and he raised his hand strangely. Between his pale fingers was a pistol that could be seen everywhere.

Maybe it's his own, maybe he picked it up somewhere on the battlefield, it doesn't matter.

In short, while moving at high speed, this gun was strangely stable, and the dark muzzle suddenly burst out with a bright light without any warning! boom! boom! boom! Three bullets poured out.

But these three bullets flew to three different places, not even aiming at anything, just like shooting at random against the dark night rain.

At the same time, Deacon Bader had ferociously jumped out of the pool of blood. Like a burned-out filament, he rushed towards the old priest who was nearest. All that was left in his mind was This thought——Kill the opponent!

However, it was so terrifying to kill again, but it was suddenly stopped again.

Because on the path of his forward attack, three bullets appeared strangely. He was very fast and passed two of them thrillingly, but he could not avoid the third one. Even just to avoid the one in front of him. It took two rounds to get himself into the shooting position of the third bullet; anyway, his fragile shoulder was hit again, directly blasting the yellowed bones into pieces!

In the next few seconds, more than a dozen gunshots were fired one after another, and it was so incredible that Deacon Bader was suppressed in place!

Just a gun.

If it were normal times, the power of this ordinary bullet would hardly affect the actions of Deacon Bader, but it happened to be at this time when the oil was exhausted and the lamp was exhausted.

The horrific effects of the sacrifice are constantly consuming the user's life; his brain is boiling, his bones are shaking, and the only remaining nerves and muscles are spasming.

The absolutely crazy effect of the drug in 20 seconds was restricted by a pistol! Forcibly delaying and exhausting all life!

Until then, Sherlock's body finally rushed into the dazzling light of the searchlight like a ghost. His hands were still steady and his expression was still calm. It even felt like he hadn't blinked from the beginning to now. It was just like that. He pulled the trigger strangely and with concentration, so focused that the surrounding guards subconsciously did not dare to approach him, for fear of disrupting his rhythm of suppressing Deacon Badr.

The gunfire continued, and at this time Sherlock had walked step by step in front of Badr, and gunfire burst out just a few feet away from him.

Shoulders, knees, elbows, ribs, spine, eye sockets.

Almost all key positions have to be bombarded by bullets several times until everything is shattered before you can rest assured. There is no trace of mercy and no opportunity for the opponent to explode.

In the silence, all the bullets were exhausted, and almost only a corpse with broken internal organs and bones was left on the ground.

Sherlock still didn't stop. He picked up an armor-style hand saw next to him with concentration, and pointed the sharp blade at the head with collapsed skin.

Without power, the handsaw couldn't turn, but Sherlock didn't care.

He started smashing!

boom! boom! boom!

After cutting a big hole in the back of his head... he suddenly raised his other hand!

‘Poof’!

No one knew what he was doing, or knew about it, but they didn't dare to think about it carefully. They just looked at his weird back. Amidst the patter of heavy rain, the harsh and sticky disgusting sound seemed to be transmitted very far, making people feel uncomfortable. Everyone who heard it felt sick!

Anyway, Sherlock just stirred, pulled, and twisted his shoulders for an unknown amount of time.

He finally stopped the scary movements on his hands and slowly stood up.

Turning his head, he revealed a bright and contagious smile in the light of searchlights falling from the sky.

"Okay, you can rest assured now."

(Thank you, the reviewer, for pointing out the unqualified areas. Now that the corrections are completed, the fruit should be fine. Thank you~)