big devil holmes

Chapter 182 I've Been Waiting For You

At this time, in the distant buildings, the cold wind from high above scratched the Gendarmerie Captain's scalp, and he felt that every trace of snow falling on his body might bring out a momentary shiver.

Reason told him that all of this was false, but his eyes sent all the pictures into his mind, regardless of whether he could accept it or not.

In the previous encounters, this detective didn't show any aggressiveness at all, but he was very annoying, and there was a sense of sarcasm in his words, like a person who clings to the dean's daughter and feels like he is hugging a thigh The lucky villain.

Who would have thought that this kind of person could turn into a bloody humanoid meat grinder like a demon on this snowy night, and everywhere he passed was raining blood all over the sky!
Those seven or eight contractors are no longer opponents!

With his thoughts up to this point, he couldn't help but feel a little thankful that he didn't show up because of his deliberation. If he really went to arrest the detective with his group of people, maybe he would have died in the hands of the other party by now.

After so many years on the front line, his contract ability and command ability are not strong, but not only did he not die, but he was able to become the captain of a squadron of more than 30 people, relying on this kind of caution!

Therefore, he didn't hesitate anymore, because there was no possibility of turning the current battle situation around, he felt that he should leave quickly, report the battle situation to the vice president, and then think of other more sinister ways to deal with this guy.

The thunderous massacre is naturally the most direct and effective method, but this is the hinterland of the empire, not the front line of the Devil's Gate. If you want to kill someone, the best way is those invisible knives.

Roaring sounds, bones breaking, muscles snapping, all the sounds were so bloody and cruel. At this time, these sounds all converged together, making people unable to distinguish each other. They just subconsciously felt terrified. churn!
A demon opened its bloody mouth wider than the diameter of its body, and rushed towards the man on the bridge, but in the next second, it was kicked out by an even greater force, and hit several other demons along the way. The small demon crawled up from the ground. On the ground, blood and snow blended together, making the surrounding colors look so weird.

The faces of the soldiers in the rear were all pale, and their bodies were naturally not as strong as the demons they controlled, so they didn't dare to rush forward for a while. They couldn't believe that this man was so terrifying.

Those are all demons, first-tier and second-tier, and they are not fighting alone, but a combined siege. The opponent should have little room to fight back!
But, why is he still standing, and why are there so many demon limbs thrown out?

This guy doesn't even have a knife in his hand. Could it be that he tore it off?
Among the demon group, Sherlock's body was like wild grass in a strong wind, looking crazy and messy, but under such a dense offensive, he still didn't suffer any damage, just shaking and swaying, from becoming a contractor So far, he has adapted to this kind of battle with demons, so that brain, which seems to never know the limit, can already subconsciously present the most clearly visible route for the actions of these demons, allowing his dodge and rush It has become extremely sharp and effective, every time it passes by is dangerous and dangerous, every time the interweaving and separation of flesh and blood is so cruel.

But in fact, from Sherlock's point of view, he is not engaged in a life-and-death battle. He even has the leisure to hold down his top hat to prevent it from being blown away by some blind demon.

Finally, after another charge, without stopping, he made an unimaginable vertical leap. He twisted in mid-air without any strength, avoiding a sharp claw mark, and suddenly rushed out of the siege area. Then it turned into a long wind, pushing away the fine snow in the light curtain, and rushed straight to the crowd in front at an unbelievable speed.

The distance of more than ten meters is like a strong wind blasting under the feet. The lingering sound has not disappeared, and the person has arrived first. The pupils of the nearest soldier almost shrank to the size of a needle point, but the tempering between life and death on the battlefield Let his muscle memory surpass his reaction, and an electric shock baton in his hand directly shot out the most captivating sparks. This kind of mass-produced weapon at the Imperial Mechanics Institute is to some extent easier to use than knives and guns, because many demons are hard The skin can withstand a lot of damage, but there is no way to resist the impact of electric shock on the body, but because of the energy problem, they are all disposable products, and they can only be used on the flesh.

Even demons cannot resist, so it is naturally impossible for humans to resist.

Therefore, under the intertwining of the blue light and the pale golden fire, Sherlock's face was flickered in black and white, but his eyes did not blink, and even the corners of his mouth slightly opened. He grabbed the opponent's elbow in an instant, grabbed the electric shock baton and inserted it into the opponent's throat without hesitation.

The thick iron pipe directly tore through the throat and tore the esophagus. The electric spark flickered through the skin of the neck, and smoke began to come out of the man's mouth. , and fell to the ground in a short while, but he didn't know whether the spasms from time to time were because he was not dead, or the current was still stimulating the nerves that had lost his soul.

With such cruelty and tyranny, everyone around him couldn't help wondering, is this guy inhuman?How can you be so ruthless?

I completely forgot that if the other party fell into the hands of my group, it might be even more miserable.

But suddenly, just when everyone thought that they would turn into a corpse in the opponent's hand in the next second.

The bloodthirsty detective in front of him suddenly stopped.

He turned his head slightly, looked at the buildings at the end of the bridge and frowned slightly, looking a little displeased.

In the next second, the soldiers who were still alive in front of them saw the scariest, most unbelievable, and last scene they had ever seen in their life.

A void crack was torn open.

Then the second void crack was torn open.
The third, the fourth. Until the tenth void appeared, that's not counting. Behind them, on their left and right sides, countless cracks silently surrounded them.

Then, demons, large or small, crawled out of these cracks, with glistening spikes and fangs, and a visibly corrosive slime.

They didn't growl or move around, just like a group of well-trained military dogs, either crawling or standing with their heads held high
At this moment, these soldiers were so stupid that they even felt that all these years of fighting on the front line were in vain. Subconsciously, they looked at each other, and then saw countless extremely complicated emotions in each other's eyes.

But amid all the emotions, 'hope' was not to be found.
As for the detective, his attention seems to have long since ceased to be on these people. The demons he summoned are enough to swallow up this group of people. So at this moment, he just quietly looked at the other side of the bridge. At one end, the line of sight passes through the dense fine snow and night, and approaches the peeping person in the building complex.

There were no lights around the position where the gendarmerie captain was, and he stood completely in the darkness, but at this moment, he almost felt that his whole body was shrouded in a kind of fear.

He is also confused
He didn't know why so many demons suddenly appeared on the bridge, and he didn't know why that extremely weird detective looked in his direction!

All he knew was that he had to run now!Run as fast as you can! ! ! !
So, he didn't even take the stairs, but jumped directly from the fence, forcefully eating the impact of the fall brought by the height of several floors, so shocking that a mouthful of blood almost didn't come up in his chest, but He didn't dare to stay, and fled frantically along the shadowy path of the building complex!

On the other side, the demons behind Sherlock have already started an almost one-sided massacre. The bloody scenes were staged one after another, and the screams kept coming and going, but he didn't even look at it. He just apologized slightly to the carriage in the distance. the way:
"I'm sorry, Miss Irene, can you wait a little longer, I'll come as I go."

Irene had already sat up straight at this time, and the longing and admiration in her heart had turned into shock at some point. Seeing that Sherlock didn't forget to ask herself for instructions at this time, a pair of extremely charming eyes burst into light for a moment, she She pursed her lips slightly, as if she was enduring some extreme excitement and comfort, and let out a very seductive hum:
"Of course, Mr. Holmes, you are the most handsome man I have ever met. I will wait for you here and always."

Sherlock smiled and bowed slightly.

In the next instant, he suddenly turned into a black shadow, and ran towards the end of the bridge under Irene's unbelievable sight. The power that should belong to him, with every step, the melted water spots, sticky blood, trampled and cracked pavement and flying gravel were blown away, and all the tiny snowflakes in the air were pressed into a straight dragon. The volume, accompanied by a blast that finally resounded at this time, rushed straight into the night.

Irene couldn't help holding her breath as she looked at the back that was walking away from her in an instant. After a long while, she finally let out a breath.

Then she laughed, making the delicate blood around, the golden light, the tiny meteors rushing into the light curtain all over the sky, and the stumps and wailing sprayed in the distance all look pale.

She is a businessman, the most important thing, and the thing she is most proud of, is her own vision.

At this moment, she actually began to admire herself from the bottom of her heart.

Because she found out that the glass of wine a few days ago made a lot of money.
Earn big! ! !
(End of this chapter)