Mr. Inspector

The first page of the Scotland Yard Constable Handbook:

This is a law that has not changed for thousands of years. The villain will always lose all advantages at the most critical moment.

So ah... be a good person! 【Heartbroken.jpg】

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The scene became subtle because of Sherlock's appearance.The balance, which was originally tilted in one direction, slowly changed direction.

Except for the three of them, the other police officers exchanged glances hastily.Either bewildered or intertwined with various complex emotions... Everyone's expression is ambiguous.

Of course, for our inspector, after seeing Sherlock's bartender's outfit, things are much simpler.Lestrade knew from his eyes that there was nothing wrong with his wine bottle, and his hanging heart sank slowly, feeling that he had walked around the edge of death.

Even though he knew that his life was not in danger for the time being, there was still a layer of sweat on his forehead, and the posture of pointing the gun at Daniel remained unchanged——

"When did you arrive?" The inspector couldn't help asking.

This sentence is for Sherlock, he still can't forget these details at this critical moment.

Sherlock rested the weight of the tray in his hand, pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "...Listen, this is not the time to catch up." He had a pair of black rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a nasty smile on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the metal tray in his hand towards Daniel viciously, without any intention of keeping his hand.

Poor Daniel took it hard before he could fully react, and his whole head was buzzing.

He licked his dry lips, took a few deep breaths, and felt extremely depressed.

Tonight was originally a perfectly planned operation, but the appearance of Sherlock announced the complete failure of the plan... He didn't even pay attention to whether there was a tall bartender at the bar... So it meant that from the opening From the moment he opened the bottle of Scotch whiskey, all his actions were exposed.

The owner of the bar is an old friend he has known for many years. Before coming here, he told him that all the employees in the store are trustworthy——

Heck trustworthy!

Daniel reached out to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and there was a sinister light in his eyes.

……

And Sherlock's throw also ignited the gunpowder hidden in the bar, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.All the police officers became vigilant, looking around, trying to identify the identities of the people around them.

"Do it."

Lestrade ordered in a deep voice.

A lot of anger has accumulated in his heart. It has been such a long time since he first heard the news of Fitch's death... Although the truth is still far away from him, as long as he catches the person in front of him, All puzzles can be easily solved.

He didn't like the feeling of being trapped in a maze, as if he was blindfolded and could only rely on the most primitive senses to blindly search for the exit.Now that there is finally a way to crack it, how can it be so easy to give up.

……

The inspector's order means the official start of the chaotic struggle.

The police officers who were already gearing up couldn't hold back any longer. They knew that although the group of people in front of them wore the uniform of Scotland Yard, they were essentially the scum of London police officers.

The scumbags who killed their partners have already thrown their professional ethics into the stinky ditch, and the glory of the police is not worth mentioning to them.

The gunshots rang out, and the police officers present were completely teared apart.When the tables and chairs were overturned, the bar was instantly destroyed and turned into another full of holes.

Lestrade has already notified to go back, and in 5 minutes, the reinforcement police will arrive.

He raised his gun and whispered to Sherlock beside him, "Go!"

Now that the bullets are flying here and there, there is no safe place to hide at all.

Sherlock stared at the two parties in the bar with a serious expression, as if thinking about something.

Seeing his silence, Lestrade felt anxious and grabbed his arm, "Let's go!"

— "They're going to flee."

Sherlock said suddenly, as if he had already predicted the movement of this group of people.

Lestrade froze for a moment, then reacted and looked around, and indeed found that the other party showed signs of retreating.He frowned and muttered, "Did you know there are police reinforcements here?"

"I'm afraid not."

Sherlock shook his head and denied this guess. He stared at Daniel, who had been hiding at the back at the very beginning of the battle, with a thoughtful expression.

At this moment, Daniel's face was gloomy and his eyes were cold, and the palm of his hand holding the phone was shaking so hard—he had just received news that the Parliament building in London had been attacked by a terrorist organization, but it was brought under control in time.

Regardless of whether the attack was directly ordered by him, the responsibility will definitely be pushed to his side.In the final analysis, it was because of the news published in Scotland Yard in The Times... It was a wrong signal.

Those terrorist organizations mistook the news from him.

Thinking of this, he stared at Lestrade from a distance and matched his lips.

——"I will come back again." The smile was cold and terrifying.

Lestrade frowned at him, then realized something, and cried, "Don't let him get away!"

The gunshot exploded in his ears instantly, and he quickly lay sideways on the ground to avoid several rounds of bullets coming towards him.

Although he managed to escape, the inspector was still surprisingly angry.

Because the two sides are evenly matched, it seems impossible to stop Daniel at the moment... No matter how hard the agents on my side try, they still can't rush forward with firepower to stop him.

"He can't go back." Sherlock said, staring at the exit of the bar.

"Scotland Yard..." Lestrade got up from the ground, not caring about patting the dust off his body, "he dared to come back—"

Sherlock found an undamaged chair, helped him up and sat down, and said slowly, "No, he can't go back to either side."

When Lestrade wanted to ask more questions, his agents came in one after another from outside the bar door, many of them still had bloody wounds on their bodies.

Looking at the injuries on these agents, Lestrade's mood suddenly sank to the bottom.

Sherlock also looked over, "The situation is not optimistic - you can deal with it, I will send Watson a message."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and typed a few words with his fingers.

【did you find it? 】

At this moment, Watson, who had just walked out of Daniel's apartment in the dark, held a large document bag tightly in his arms.

He was in a good mood and returned a message to Sherlock——

【all in】