Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Chapter 86 Cleaning Up the Battlefield

"Mr. Fren, is this really alright?"

Joel watched as Fren pried open a repair shop and threw him a worn but relatively clean work uniform, and he was somewhat puzzled.

"Miss Björk might actually succeed by using massage as an excuse."

Fren casually grabbed a folding ladder and slung it over his shoulder, while Miss Joel carried a toolbox.

The two of them swaggered towards the building where their target was located.

Furen strode ahead, his head held high. With a simple modification to his subconscious programming, he appeared as a young man brimming with resentment as a corporate slave.

Perhaps the resentment of having to work overtime at 11 p.m. was too real, making the security guards at the door empathize with it.

"The 26th floor has a power outage and a water leak," Fren said dryly, squinting his tired eyes.

We're both working overtime late at night, why should we need to have known each other before?

There was no need to make things difficult for the animals. The security personnel took a quick note and then allowed them to pass. They then thoughtfully opened the elevator, which could only be operated by swiping a card.

Joel kept his head down, carrying his toolbox, and followed behind Mr. Fren, not daring to utter a sound.

It wasn't until the elevator closed and started running that Joel looked up in a daze, as if he had opened the door to a new world.

Fren glanced back and saw that Miss Joel's cherry-like mouth was so surprised she couldn't close it, which was quite amusing.

"bite!

'

The elevator arrived, and Fren took out the rapier hidden in the folding ladder. "Time to get to work."

Fren wasn't going to just be a sitting duck tonight; he was determined to snatch a few kills from Miss Joel.

[Mental Perception] Fully deployed, Fren and Joel arrived at the target's room and gently pressed the doorbell.

"Who?"

The people inside were still cautious; they didn't open the door directly but asked through the door.

But the next moment, a sharp blade wrapped in black and red patterns pierced through the door, entered his left eye, and then with a light slash, half of his head fell to the ground.

The others inside reacted quickly, firing several shots through the door.

The bullet was traveling too fast; it pierced the door and came within inches of Fren. That distance wasn't enough for Fren to identify the type of bullet and then dispose of it.

But just as the bullet pierced the door, a sharp golden light appeared beside it.

The golden, alchemy-infused hand dagger deftly deflected the bullet's kinetic energy.

Princess Thorn instantly switched into battle mode, a crimson hue appearing in her eyes, as she fulfilled her promise to take good care of Mr. Fren during this mission.

He kicked open the door and then rushed inside in a flash.

Her promise would be perfectly fulfilled if she killed all those scoundrels before they could do anything to harm Mr. Fren.

"It's Jing..."

""

The bodyguard of the target was knowledgeable; upon seeing the distinctive alchemical dagger, he immediately guessed the assassin's identity.

His body instantly expanded, clearly due to an ability similar to flesh-and-blood manipulation or a direct amplification of strength. As he spoke, his right hand whistled through the air as he hammered towards the Thorn Princess's heart.

Princess Thorn leaped into the house. At such a speed, she would not have time to change direction, and his punch would hit her squarely.

The tattoo on his fist was actually a bio-alchemy pattern depicting decay and decay.

Even if she's the Thorn Princess, so what? If someone is killed, they die!

But the next moment, the bodyguard lost sight of Princess Thorn, then felt a brief sensation at his temple, and his consciousness vanished into nothingness.

Under normal circumstances, soldiers must indeed abide by the laws of physics and cannot change direction out of thin air.

However, the Thorn Princess's profession is a [Witch], and it's perfectly normal for witches to be able to fly. Even if the Thorn Princess can't fly freely in the air, she can easily use the void for leverage.

The little bit of force needed to support her was enough for the Thorn Princess.

Like a ghost, it moved through the room, leaving behind afterimages that resembled winding, growing thorns.

Each thrust of the dagger carried the sharpness of thorns.

Floren stepped into the room behind Joel, looked at the severed limbs and blood on the floor, and fell silent for a moment.

Within moments, all the bodyguards surrounding the target were lying in pools of blood.

These bodyguards are actually mercenaries; to receive such a salary, they must be prepared to die.

Princess Thorn always killed them with a single blow, without subjecting them to unnecessary pain, which could be considered a form of kindness... I suppose.

"Not bad, luckily I struck first and got a kill, so it wasn't a complete waste." Furen comforted himself in his heart.

Judging from the Thorn Princess's performance just now, if Furen were to actually fight her, his self-healing experience points would definitely go crazy.

"Vice-President Tucker, good evening." The Thorn Princess in battle mode has a similar mechanical feel to Furen in her normal state. "As a traitor who sells central government intelligence to other countries for personal gain, please allow me to take your life."

Within the central government, there are members of the House of Representatives and senators. The latter have access to the central government's secret intelligence and are qualified to participate in the amendment and formulation of certain laws.

Chris Tucker is a senator.

He thought he had done a flawless job selling information to intelligence dealers, but he never expected that Garden would come knocking on his door in less than a month.

Furen remained silent, watching as the Thorn Princess finished reciting her lines and then plunged her dagger into the man's brow.

The moment the mission was completed, Princess Thorn switched back into Joel Blair mode, her face displaying a multitude of vivid expressions. "I was a bit impulsive today! I'll have to take the clothes to the dry cleaners again..."

""

Joel looked at his work clothes and was pleasantly surprised. "The blood didn't splatter on my dress!"

Thank you, Mr. Fren!

,

For Joel, getting blood on his clothes and hands was a big deal.

I have to go to work tomorrow, and it would be troublesome if my colleagues smelled the blood that I couldn't wash off.

Furen strolled through the pool of blood, not minding leaving his own footprints, and asked curiously, "Miss Joel, who will clean up the battlefield afterward?"

Furen actually had the idea of ​​looting the corpses; apart from Councilor Tucker, everyone else here was a superhuman. Mercenaries, it seemed, carried many valuable items with them.

However, Floren was not very familiar with the garden's workflow, so he naturally had to ask Miss Joel beforehand.

"I don't know."

Joel was still delighted that he didn't have to do laundry tonight. After hearing Mr. Fren's words, he continued, "However, the headmaster said that the funds of these traitorous gentlemen will be confiscated by the Security Bureau and turned over to the state."

"Fren, who was an excellent capitalist in his previous life, was not satisfied with this process. He saw too many areas for improvement."