[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

"Do you want to experience the power of God?"

Cicia nodded without thinking, her eyes revealing a strange joy.

At the age of 21, she heard the call of the "Shangshen" for the first time at the age of youth and youth: a man dressed in white and shining like an angel appeared in the middle of the night on the way she had to go back.

He told her, "You are God's chosen one."

"Shangshen" chose her, and she didn't have to work three jobs a day to pay for her tuition at Oxford University. The best resources and the best training came one after another. It can be said that everything about Sisia was given to her by "Shangshen" Yes, but she has never seen the power of "Shangshen" with her own eyes.

This sentence is like a witch.

Doctor Newman smiled slightly. He took out a sachet from the inner pocket of his clothes, grabbed the knot on it, and hung it in front of Wensty.

A strange fragrance wafted from the cave for a moment.

Winsty smelled this dazzing smell again, a chill came up from the soles of her feet, her hands and feet were bound, unable to break free, the red marks on her wrists and ankles became heavier and heavier, her With his head resting on the board, he was even more confused than before waking up.

The body of Wensty Adams is not hers, but her soul has been transferred to this body, but at this moment she feels that her soul is being eroded, and a strange, cold soul is competing with her for this body. Body.

Wensti had no choice but to hold her breath and try her best to regain the ownership of this body, but she was a mortal after all, and she always had to breathe to maintain her vital signs.

Wensti knew that no matter how strong she was, she would not be able to last long, so she could only hide the last sliver of sober spirituality, give in to another soul for the time being, and wait for the right time to fight against it.

Cicia looked closer, and she saw that Wensty's dark eyes gradually turned blood-like red. Cicia felt like Dante who was about to meet God in "Divine Comedy", with the most holy power together In the circle of light, it is sublime, deep and bright.

Wensty's struggles gradually weakened, and another soul that had been living in her body woke up. Her eyes closed, and when she opened them again, they had completely turned into the deepest red in the paint palette.

The bright and brilliant little girl disappeared, her eyes were empty and indifferent, and when she raised her hands, the shackles that held her were instantly reduced to a pile of scrap metal.

The smile on Dr. Newman's face became wanton and wild. Cicia had never seen him like this. He was like the son of Satan who let the devil out of the cage.

Dr. Newman knelt on the ground with a pious look: "My respected god, your most sincere believer greets you, and may you open your protective hand to keep me safe."

Cicia followed and knelt down.

The "God" occupying Wensti's body glanced at them indifferently, twisted his neck, and walked towards the exit of the cave. A gust of cold wind blew past, and the candles in the cave were completely extinguished.

In the dark, Cicia heard Dr. Newman say: "You have seen God, has your wish been fulfilled?"

There was a crisp sound of "clang", and something fell by Sisia's hand.

A silver-white blade as charming as death.

"You are God's chosen person," Dr. Newman said the same words when we first met, but he didn't stop there, "Your life belongs to God."

There was a blank in Cicia's mind. After the blank, she remembered a sentence she had read——

All the gifts given by fate have already been secretly priced.

This truth, like Queen Mary who was sent to the guillotine, she did not understand until the last moment of her life.

Cicia tremblingly touched the dagger.

She hadn't accepted her fate so quickly, and Dr. Newman was right in front of her. She held the dagger in her hand, and stabbed at Dr. Newman with all her strength.

The tip of the dagger was inserted into Dr. Newman's abdomen.

Cicia breathed a sigh of relief. She thought the matter was over like this, but in the next second, her chin was picked up by two slender fingers.

Dr. Newman's clothes were still so white, the dagger (knife) pierced a hole, not a drop of blood gushed out, and Dr. Newman was unharmed.

Cicia's eyes widened in surprise.

She trembled and said, "Why... how could this happen?"

Dr. Newman squatted in front of her, stroking Sisia's smooth and delicate skin with the face of the knife.

"Why is it not bleeding? Let me tell you a secret, this body has no blood flow for a long time."

Cicia's eyes trembled: "What the hell are you?"

"Shh, you offended me. People are always so ridiculous. Not long ago, you still called me an envoy. After I showed you the power of God, you called me like that."

Having said that, Dr. Newman did not speak in an angry tone. His eyes made Cicia feel like an insignificant ant. He had absolute control over her, and her life was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

Cicia finally understood that she would definitely die today.

Dr. Newman's eyes traced her white neck like a green snake. He was in a particularly good mood today, so he planned to give Sisia another chance: "Are you doing it yourself, or shall I help you?"

Dr. Newman's tone was terribly soft.

He said, "If I had to help you, you might not look so good."

He would cut her neck with one knife, and then cut open her abdomen with one knife... He thought that a decent girl like Sisia probably didn't like her organs being dug out of her body.

Cicia wiped away the tears on her face and stretched out her hand: "I will do it myself."

"Is it your will?"

"Yes."

Cicia nodded. If she had to die, she would rather end her life by herself.

"Good girl."

Dr. Newman put the dagger in her hand, and stood up slowly, with a self-confident smile always on the corner of his mouth.

Cicia fell at his feet, with two glistening tear stains remaining on her face.

The person chosen by the "God of God" will naturally contribute to the birth of the "God of God", and Sisia is the first.

It was time to leave here. Dr. Newman straightened his clothes and walked towards the exit.

The special forces sneaked into the hospital silently, their movements were cautious and cautious, there were still so many hostages in the hospital, they did not dare to act rashly.

They cannot be gathered together. The more people there are, the easier it is to be noticed. The captain divides the personnel into different teams, two by two. Even if the doctors have weapons, they are mostly unfamiliar, and they are no match for the well-trained special forces. When the patients see the rescue, they are very emotional.

"Everyone be quiet, don't make any noise."

But even with the warning, there was a little commotion.

After one of the special forces team subdued the doctor holding the wooden warehouse, they dispersed the crowd and left, but they ran into a red-eyed girl at the entrance of the corridor.

She was standing at the end of the corridor, guarding the only door. Her face was so pale that there was no trace of color, but her eyes were as deep as blood. Her gaze was facing forward, but it was extremely empty, like a wraith doll.

She doesn't have any weapons in her hands, but she has a powerful deterrent force for no reason.

The special forces pointed the wooden warehouse at her and shouted in a low voice: "Get out of the way."

She didn't budge.

"If you don't get out of the way, we'll shoot." As soon as the special soldier's voice fell, the wooden warehouse in his hand refused to move, and was attracted by a strong gravitational force.

The red-eyed girl raised her hand, and the wooden warehouse flew into her hand, aiming at the hostage who had just been rescued.

Every floor of Newman’s private hospital is equipped with surveillance cameras. The surveillance system automatically connects to his mobile phone. Doctor Newman, who had already escaped from another hidden exit, saw this scene, raised his eyebrows, and sent the video to Inspector Lestrade on the phone.

Of course, the audience of this video is definitely not Inspector Lestrade.

He titled the email: Merry Christmas, Presents Arrived.

Mycroft frowned, and his teeth were clenched.

Screams rang out in the hospital, which had been quiet until now, along with paging on the communicator.

The sound was too loud, and Mycroft got into the car. His car was equipped with special sound insulation material, which was able to isolate most of the noise.

"This is Mycroft Holmes."

"Sir Holmes, there is a problem in our rescue operation. We encountered a girl without a weapon, but she seems to have special abilities..." The commando captain on the communicator didn't know how to sum up the girl's ability. The mercenaries have fought, and there has never been a time when they were so powerless as they are today.

No one would believe it, but that girl seemed to have magical powers, just like a witch in a fairy tale, she could easily take away the weapons in their hands with a single raise of her hand.

Without further explanation from the captain, Mycroft has already seen everything from the video email.

The video freezes on Wensty's red eyes.

Beside Mycroft was Sherlock who was forcibly sedated and lethargic.

Special Forces units are waiting for his order.

Mycroft took a deep breath and closed his eyes: "I will send more people over. As for that girl... I will try my best to capture her alive. If she behaves badly, she can be killed."

"Yes, sir."

Mycroft hung up, feeling as tired as he hadn't been in a long time.

Inspector Lestrade had already spread sponges on the ground to catch the hostages who had escaped from the building.

In the hospital, the family members of the patients and patients in better health also joined the battle. After receiving clear instructions from Mycroft, the special forces stepped up their attacks regardless of whether the red-eyed girl was a coerced hostage.

Another bullet (bullet) ran towards her, and she waved her hand to avoid it again. She turned the bullet (bullet) towards the direction of the fleeing hostages in a panic.

"Get out of the way!"

Seeing that this bullet (bullet) was about to be shot into the body of an old man with handicapped legs and feet, it seemed that the pause button was installed.

The bullet (bullet) fell to the ground.

The last hidden spirituality of Wensty struggled with all his strength, competing with the more powerful spirit body in his body for control of the body.

Her strength is really weak, and every time she fights for it, all she gets is an ice-like sharp cone piercing through her divine sense.

She didn't know how long she could last, and she could only hope that the rescue speed of the special forces could be faster.

But after the special forces noticed her strangeness, they thought they had found a breakthrough, and launched a more violent attack on her.

If all of Wensti's spiritual sense hadn't been eroded, she might have been jumping in anger. She didn't rush to rescue at such a good time, it was putting the cart before the horse.

But now she only has a sliver of complete divine sense, and she can only try her best not to let another soul do more damage.

Even with the relief, the evacuated hostage team ran in a panic. A child with a salt water bottle was left alone, and a bullet (bullet) was aimed at him.

It was too late for him to escape.

Wensti's divine sense suffered many times of piercing pain, like a dying person.

She had no way to save that child, her strength was extremely weak, and even the last trace of her divine sense was being eroded step by step.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-04-2620:00:10~2020-04-2719:46:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!