Sherlock Holmes

The moonlight is clear, the murderous intention is strong, the night wind blows between the two, it seems to be the most comfortable scene, but the thick smoke, the people struggling to get up on the ground, the bullet casings scattered on the ground, the wailing, and There were several steam chariots in the distance, and the drivers who finally climbed out of the hood after wasting half their lives made this moment extremely weird.

In that instant, the man in front of him with gold-rimmed glasses knocked over the entire convoy.

Dry turning in a real physical sense

How many third-level contractors are there in the empire? There are a few who can do this. All those who still retain consciousness can only be surprised and frightened. The speed is faster than the wind and bullets, and the fist is heavier than the boulder falling from the landslide. This is just a The contractor and the quiet hill-like demon not far away have not yet moved. Faced with such a scene, it seems impossible for anyone to have even a trace of fighting spirit.

But what makes everyone even more incredible is that the person in charge of the experimental demonstration, the person who seems to rely on his brain for a living, and it is said that he took over all the brain-consuming projects during the entire experiment, how could he block such a punch!

No one can figure it out.

There was no time to think about it, because Sherlock had already said: "Go over there."

"good"

The desire to kill, the desire to sleep, and the desire to drink are all the same thing. When you are sleepy at 5 o'clock in the morning in winter, no one can leave the bed, but when you are drunk, everyone wants to drink a few more drinks.

In the same way, if the killing intent reaches a certain level, then the body must be covered in blood and the bones and muscles must be broken!

Sherlock walked to the huge transport truck, jumped lightly, and reached the roof of the car. He held the unprotected flesh and blood hand tightly, and bang! With a loud sound, it hit the container loaded at the rear.

Cracks began to spread along the place where the fist struck, and the blue demon sedative inside began to flow out.

Then, the figure jumped high again, and instantly landed in the snowfield dozens of meters away. Just like that, he left the people who protected him.

However, no one stopped him.

There are nearly a hundred people in this entire convoy. In fact, they all know in their hearts that the people who need to be protected now are themselves.

That patch of snow had been lying there all winter. It was far away from traffic routes and had not been cleaned in any way. The moonlight shone on it, and it looked like a silvery beach. Those soldiers who had not fainted looked at it blankly, only feeling that the snow had just hit them. The figure was swallowed up by countless rays of light, peaceful but dangerous.

That is, at almost the same time, a hurricane roared away, pushing countless snows to both sides. In fact, the distance of several dozen meters was not close, even if it was a frightened red-eyed person. It would take a few seconds for the wild horse to run over.

But in the eyes of Sherlock and Baskerville, it was actually terrifyingly short.

It was such a silent dash. He was still in front of the crowd a moment ago, but now he was in front of Sherlock. He was even faster and more ferocious than when he was dodging the shot just now. There was even a simple desire to use the speed at this moment. , the heroic feeling of crushing Sherlock. And under the blessing of this terrifying speed, a mountain-breaking fist hit Sherlock's face with speed pushing speed and power superimposing power.

People in the distance couldn't see clearly what kind of collision the two fingernail-like outlines were making, but in just that moment, a huge explosion without any heat was experienced in the center of the snowfield, and the impact was... The incredible wind blasted a huge crater out of the snow that had accumulated all winter.

The air waves and gravel in the snow crackled on the faces, bulletproof vests and helmets of everyone around them. A few people were even hit in the nose by stones hidden in the snow curtain, and they couldn't stop it. They were bleeding profusely, and it was only then that these heavily armed soldiers finally understood that the reason why they were not dead yet was because the other party did not want to kill them.

Just like what the man said at the beginning, he just wanted the demon and the people in the car.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

It didn't sound like the sound of flesh colliding, but more like the huge roar made by the heavy machines in the factory. In the distance, there were only two people, so this was the sound that happened when they were fighting. The strong wind, a simple movement at random, can hit the ground, and a few flying stones will fly into the eyes, shocking nearly a hundred trembling hearts.

But everyone clearly understands that the battle has not yet begun.

The battle between third-level contractors is not about humans, but about demons, so the breathing hill hasn't moved yet, which means everything hasn't started yet, it's just a warm-up.

And at this moment, suddenly, under the cover of the distant explosion, "Click~Click~"

There was a slight sound, and some people with good ears heard it, so they turned their heads following the sound, and saw that behind the huge transport truck behind them, the sedative had already flowed into the container carrying the third-level demon. Do it, and a pair of big hands intertwined with flesh and bones are slowly squeezing through the glass and stretching out

Then, he tore open a wider opening in the thick glass, and stood up as if waking up from a dream. A giant who had just woken up from a deep sleep seemed a little thin compared to the mountain in the distance, but the streamlined body of The agility and strength contained in it are still arrogant even after being washed away by the moonlight!

Crimson woke up.

Then, the mountain in the distance also woke up.

He woke up so lazily, heavy, and slowly like a mountain lifting its heavy head. The scales covering the body surface rubbed against each other, and some sparks actually appeared.

The Hound of the Baskervilles, this is a name that spreads on the front lines of Hell's Gate. Baskerville himself has never given his devil any name. Mountains and hounds are unrelated things, but he doesn't care. , because no matter what comes into your hands, you will only have bloodthirsty eyes squinting, bloody teeth bared, fingertips filled with torn flesh from a living body, and scales that cannot be washed clean. bloody.

At this moment, a huge six-meter-tall body suddenly leaned down and rushed into the snow. The hound naturally started to move, and with this movement, everyone felt that the entire ground was brought into a terrifying tremor. , no one can imagine that that heavy and thick body suddenly started to swallow up mountains and rivers so fast that it is unimaginable, just like an invisible mountain top in the moonlight falling tens of millions of tons of boulders, roaring and smashing Across the plain, some soldiers who had just been injured and were lying on the ground even vomited out a few more ounces of blood due to the terrifying shock!

Behind a scrapped armored vehicle, a civilian employee wearing glasses stood stunned. He had been standing like this from the beginning, staring at the two demons with incredible eyes as they ran wildly into the distance.

He opened his mouth, trembling all over, and still holding tightly the data that he had just looked at in the carriage.

At this moment, he seemed to have seen something extremely precious. He was fighting incoherently. After a long while, he finally shouted out:

"Pen! Give me a pen!!!"