big devil holmes

Chapter 108 After Piercing the Snow Curtain!

Sherlock made a gesture of 'please', as if inviting a visiting guest to stop standing and enter the room quickly, as if he were his own home.

This feeling is really weird.

He was standing outside the house by himself, why did he invite the people inside?Also, what did he mean by 'want to kill me'?Also, how did this guy put on the attitude of 'please come in'? It's obvious that he hasn't been to the company a few times before.

In short, with this kind of weirdness, Sherlock walked past Executive Ivnovich, walked into the house, and then greeted several people at the other end of the corridor.

"Hi long time no see."

But this greeting did not get any response, because everyone was looking at him with strange eyes.

At the same time, I don't understand why he is so haggard and weak, as if he has just experienced countless battles on the verge of death, so that if he doesn't hold on to the wall, he will plop down on the ground and never die again. It's like I can't get up.

"Are you Sherlock?" Executive Officer Ivnovich at the door finally turned his head and looked up and down at the young man in front of him.

"It's down."

"Heh, it's not late, but what do you mean by your appearance, soaking in the river all night in advance, pretending to be sick, and then finding an excuse for your failure in the inspection?"

Ivanovich naturally thought of this reason, and questioned it a little ridiculously. At the same time, he did not respond to the other party's "want to kill me", as if he did not hear it selectively.

"Of course not." Sherlock said with a smile: "I'm not sick, on the contrary, I'm very healthy and energetic now..!!!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly vomited out a big mouthful of blood!

"Uh-uh-uh-"

Like a blowout, a large amount of pus and blood gushed out of the esophagus continuously, like a homeless man who drank inferior fake wine, the dazzling bright red sprayed on the floor of the Whitethorn Security Company, and then his figure flickered, his face became even more serious. pale.

"Ah, I'm sorry." After Sherlock finished spraying, he straightened up like a normal person, and wiped his mouth embarrassedly: "Let's find a cleaning company later, the money will be deducted from my subsidy, and my The condition is really good, and I even want to start the test as soon as possible, what do you think?"

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Still no one responded to him, and a few people even looked at each other with demented eyes, as if they felt that there must be something wrong between themselves and this guy named Sherlock.

Fortunately, Watson was the quickest person here to recover. He took a few steps forward, then helped Sherlock to a chair by the corridor, and tried his forehead. It was scalding hot. .

"I'm the doctor here. Mr. Sherlock is very ill. I don't recommend him to participate in the test."

However.
"Heh, sick?" Executive Officer Ivnovich smiled: "As the public security management agency of the Holy See, illness and injury are never reasons for refusing missions, and danger is never delayed by illness, the devil And you won’t feel any pity for him because of his illness. By the Holy Light, all suffering is a test for his believers, and haven’t you heard his words?

He said he was fine! "

The executive officer said lightly, but he didn't leave any room for turning back. The anger spread slowly around, and it was at this time. Everyone knew that the other party's visit had a strong purpose this time, even When I looked at Sherlock again, I felt that his sentence "I'm fine" was a strange sense of responsibility trying to resist everything on him, and I felt great gratitude for it.

However, whether it is anger or gratitude, there is no way to convert it into resistance at this moment. Whether it is force or power, they are not qualified to resist, so they can only tragically turn into waves of powerlessness.

Until Sherlock stood up with difficulty and responded with a smile: "Then what are you waiting for, let's start."

An open space one street away from the White Briar Security Company. This is one of the rare green belts in Lower London. The saplings planted before the second demon invasion were watered by decades of acidic rain and were not destroyed. The rhizomes were burnt, but grew tenaciously to a height of more than ten meters, and in the green belt, there was a sloppy but absolutely strong steel fence, which outlined a huge lawn area with an area of ​​about 2000 square meters.

Although for a city, an area of ​​[-] square meters is nothing, but in London, such an area is enough to build an apartment building, so this means that there are definitely some investors who dare not move in this green belt reason.

That is. This is the training ground for the London Police Service.

In fact, there is such a place in every city. The institutions under the Holy See, no matter how big or small, have to provide a complete set of supporting facilities, otherwise it will be too embarrassing.

At this time, in the training ground, all the people from Whitethorn had arrived. Priest Thompson walked towards Sherlock, looked at his weak appearance, hesitated for a long time, and finally said slowly:

"I don't know what happened between you and Executive Ivnovich, but after you die, I will fight for the highest standard of pension for you."

I have to say, he can really chat
Priest Thompson has been praying all his life. Although he is already middle-aged, he is not that good at daily communication. He just said the most practical and reliable sentence at this time.

The colleagues around also cast complicated gazes, as if they wanted to comfort her, but they couldn't bear to say more. They didn't have much contact with Sherlock, but they felt sadness, unwillingness, and strong anger inexplicably. , but these emotions can't bring about any change, so I can only grit my teeth and remain silent as always.

Just at this time, several people wearing burlap monk robes came over. They were the dependents brought by the Ivnovic executive. Almost every clergyman of the Holy See had such dependents around them. They were followers. Helpers, servants in daily life, errands, luggage, and even consumables, in short, they are the items of the master, no family is allowed, no thoughts of betrayal are allowed, everything comes from the master, and what they think in their minds is also Owner.

A monk with the unique brand of the Judgment Division on his forehead slowly stepped forward:

"Before the test starts, there are some relevant regulations in the Holy See system that need to be explained, but Lord Ivanovic is very busy, so I will do it for you." Without waiting for the reaction from the people in front of him, he continued on his own:

"Although this is a test, it is inevitable that there will be accidents, such as the influence of external factors, the sudden situation of the testers, and the out-of-control death fight between contracted creatures for no reason, etc. It is like an operation. No matter how careful you are, things might happen.

The Holy See promulgated the "Regulations on the Code of Obligations for Field Service Personnel" clearly stated that personnel in all institutions must strictly abide by training regulations and regularly follow the inspections of their superiors.

So Master Ivanovich must fulfill his duties, and at the same time, he will naturally try his best to avoid unforeseen incidents, but "

He said every word without emotion, but Mark next to him finally couldn't help it. He rushed up and grabbed the linen clothes on the other's chest, gritted his teeth, and said viciously: "What do you want to do? Let us sign Contingency risk agreement?"

"Everything has a risk, it's within the rules and regulations"

"Fuck your rules and regulations! An executive officer of the Judgment Division will fail a test on a newcomer who has just become a contractor for less than three months? Does your master have no self-control ability? Fuck it Tofu, you can't control your crotch to sway, so you fuck yourself to death in the end?"

Just like Thompson's evaluation of Mark, it's not surprising that this guy spews shit out of his mouth when he is angry.

He is very angry now.
However, the family members in front of them still didn't show any expression, they just responded lightly:

"All your words and deeds can be interpreted as disrespect to a priest of the Holy See.

Also, let me reiterate here that everything is within the rules and regulations of the Holy See, and your words and deeds can also be understood as disrespect to the Holy See.

Finally, I need to solemnly state that what I have just described is not a discussion, but a notice. The accident risk protocol has come into force, and all 12 family members present have sworn to the Holy Light, and the oath has been successfully recorded and is being sent to the trial court on the way.

The test is about to start. Please prepare carefully and wish you good luck. "

After saying these words, the family members in front of them left directly.

There was no emotional expression, no eye contact, and no more words.

Of course Sherlock heard all this, but he didn't seem to care, just sat on a chair, breathing quietly, waiting.

"You heard it, you will die, and you will die in the rules and regulations." Watson said leisurely, as if recalling something deep in his memory, looking at the other side of the venue, looking at the executive The official has already walked slowly to the middle of the snow field.

Sherlock stood up with difficulty, high fever, weakness, excessive blood loss, each of which indicated his ending, in fact, without these, his ending would not have changed.

So Watson didn't understand why this guy kept that weird and excited smile.
Anyway, that's it, he watched Sherlock walking towards the training ground step by step, almost unable to stand still, he came to the executive officer, and the distance between the two was less than two meters.

They may or may not have said something to each other.

In short, the next moment, the executive officer's hand has been raised, and in an instant, the old man seems to have turned into a giant statue standing on top of the snow, and the raised hand seems to contain tens of millions of tons of weight. Then lightly pressed down.

This is definitely not a simple test
In an instant, the snow on the entire training ground was suddenly shaken up, flying to the sky more than ten meters high, accompanied by a huge unexplained gust of wind that swept into a white tornado that obscured the sight, and at the same time, the dry lawn under the feet It began to tumbling, and the extremely hard soil frozen by the low temperature was crushed, and was torn by an invisible force to create huge cracks that spread terrifyingly!

With such a simple action, an executive officer of the Judgment Division showed how terrifying the killing power of the Holy See's combat organization, a group of people known for bloody and actual combat, is.

Under the huge bang, no one dared to make any noise, and no one dared to imagine any other endings. Even Priest Thompson stared blankly at this scene, feeling how ridiculous what he said before.

The other party just wanted to kill the detective. When he had this thought, the other party was already dead. There was no possibility of escaping. All he could do was accept it.
In the next second, the roar gradually subsided, the strong wind disappeared, and the snow all over the sky began to fall one after another, like a sudden huge white fog barrier, covering everyone's eyes.

And in this swirling snow.
A hand came out suddenly and pierced the snow curtain, firmly pressing on the thin face of Executive Ivnovich, and then a greater force brought that face, the fragile back of the head, Squeezing the cervical spine below, together with the spine inlaid with ribs, and the entire body, with an extremely simple but unstoppable momentum, they smashed into the ground behind him!
"Boom!!"The ears of those who exploded were buzzing!
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