"The Smith & Wisson Model 500, now one of the world's most popular outdoor and beast-hunting firearms, claims to be able to kill African elephants with a single shot. Of course, this terrible recoil, as well as the fact that it has one less round than the average revolver, makes this gun less practical. ”

Dio stared at the man at the loan company, explaining the power of the 'terrible weapon' in her hand, she raised an eyebrow and pointed a gun at the safe in her office.

The man didn't dare to look at her, so he walked to the safe in ignorance, wiped the sweat from his head, and began to unlock the safe.

"Thank you for your cooperation. ”

Dio put down his gun, sat down on the table, and looked up at the vents. Squinting her eyes, she pinned the gun to her waist and took a sip from her coffee cup. Leisurely not like a prisoner who came to 'rob', she completely regarded this place as her home, and she also picked up the newspaper that the man pulled out from the table, and read it carefully with Erlang's legs crossed.

It was almost here, she heard the sirens downstairs, the wind outside the window, and the sound of the crowd. Exhaled, glanced at the man who had just opened the safe, grabbed him by the collar, dragged him to the middle of the office, took the handcuffs from his bag, cuffed the man's hands to the table, and then took out the key and shook it in front of the panicked man, and threw it at the door.

She walked leisurely to the safe, pulled out a stack of bills, yawned, walked back to the man, pulled his collar, and stuffed the stack into his bag.

When she was done, she straightened the man's collar and patted him on the face.

"Rest well. ”

With that, she strode to the entrance of the staircase, holding her gun to the front. The negotiator failed to see Dior's movements, and before he could react, the girl passed by him, turned around, and the gun was held in his back.

The negotiator sent by the police was standing at her gunpoint. The negotiator suddenly paused, he didn't hear any footsteps at all, but the negotiator still said calmly:

"I am..."

"I know. Let's go, just need you, put your walkie-talkie on the ground, you go from the front first, let's go to the rooftop. ”

This guy... It's not an impulsive crime, it's a well-planned crime. The negotiator slowly crouched down and put the walkie-talkie on the ground, but as soon as his hand left the walkie-talkie, Dior kicked it on the walkie-talkie. However, the criminal immediately pulled away a little, and the negotiator had to helplessly raise his hands and slowly stand up.

"Alright, let's go, I know you still have a throat microphone on you, and your fellow shitty people can hear it, call Sherlock Holmes here, I'm not interested in anyone else. ”

"What is your purpose? My companions and I will do our best to satisfy you. The negotiator said as he tried to slow himself down so that Dior wouldn't notice.

"Didn't I say that? Let Sherlock Holmes come here. Also, the pace of adult men is between 60cm and 80cm, and your height is about 1.73 meters, don't you think you are too sissy to walk? An average step of 49 cm? Please, since you all know that I am prepared, then please don't do this kind of troublesome thing, hurry up and finish it, it will be 'good' for you and me. ”

Cold sweat ran down the negotiator's forehead.

"No one will be hurt, no one will bleed, everything is as it was before, it's just a waste of your time, I'm sorry. ”

“... You don't look like someone who would commit such a thing. What are you for, money, or revenge?"

After all, he is a professionally trained expert, and at this time he still has the leisure to ask Dior.

"Ah, yes, as you can see... What do you think I want? Guess with your psychology, sociology, and anthropology. If I'm right, I'll just leave it at that, how about it?"

"Honestly, ma'am, I don't know," the negotiator rolled his eyes, "but you're certainly not short of money, this M500 is a made-to-order product, not a regular model." If you place an order with Smith & Wesson, less than 500 pieces, Smith & Wesson will not take over. Either you really have that much money, or you have some connection to Smith & Wesson. To be honest, I can't think of any other reason for a crime by someone like yours than to commit it pleasantly. ”

"Yes, it's not right. ”

Dior pointed a gun at the negotiator all the way to the roof of the building, and then she ignored the negotiator standing under the billboard and walked behind the billboard's column.

"Here, as long as I crouch down, the closest place that can snipe me is more than three kilometers, and here..."

The girl pulled something out of her bag that looked like a remote control and shook it in front of the negotiator.

"This..."

"Well, there are some dark corners at your feet, on the pipes near the doorway. It's easy to get a gun in this country, but it's not easy to get it. Let's move on to what I just said, I'm dying, so I want to indulge one last time, of course, I'm not going to drag anyone to hell with me, you have to be glad I still have some sanity, so..."

Speaking of this, the blonde-haired elf's ears moved. Although the whistling wind hindered her hearing, she was keenly aware of the movement in the doorway, and she yawned and sat down by the pillar.

She smiled at the negotiator and pressed the button on the remote, but she didn't let go of her fingers. The negotiator immediately understood that it should be the remote control that detonated the bomb, and then Dior put away the gun and said to the negotiator:

"Don't say anything superfluous, or it'll be over soon. ”

“......”

Then, as if singing, Dior said in a loud voice:

"My dear Sherlock, why are you Sherlock?"

"Dio, why are you doing Dior, throw away your name, but you will never do that, so even if you are the one I love, I can only stand opposite you. ”

The dusty detective pushed open the door and strode onto the rooftop. Sherlock had done his job of investigating, while Dior was on the rooftop, and the only exit was the ventilation duct. How would she get out of the building if she re-entered the building? Dio hid behind the pillar, and Sherlock couldn't see what she was doing.

The police rushed up and surrounded Dior.

The game has already begun, and this moment is the game between them.

"Having absorbed the knowledge of lawlessness, mankind courageously delves into the knowledge of lawlessness. After tasting all the fruits of the Tree of Wisdom, he finally took a bite of the forbidden fruit. ”

"I know, but the scariest thing is that even though I knew, I couldn't stop. Sherlock, beauty only loves beauty. ”

Dior is sure that she can beat whoever she wants.

Sherlock is sure that she can be destroyed, but not defeated.

"It's a pity," Dio sighed, "Hey, Sherlock, look at your feet." ”

"It's a bomb!" the cops began to panic.

"You don't have to look to know that there's only one way to get out of here," Sherlock snorted, "but you don't plan to die here, so you won't detonate." ”

"Who knows?"

Dio stepped forward with a big grin, exposed to the sniper and everyone on the rooftop. She raised an eyebrow and shook the detonator in her hand.

"There's not going to be just one way back, Sherlock. ”

"That's fake!

When there was no time, Sherlock immediately shouted, but the police were shocked by the siren in Dior's hand, and for a moment they didn't know what to do, and the sheriff didn't give the order. Sherlock gritted his teeth and immediately rushed towards Dio, but she was still far away from Dio, where was the time? Dio sneered and let go of the detonator in his hand.

Of course, nothing was detonated.

Just a crisp explosion, like the sound of firecrackers, Sherlock subconsciously covered his face, but the smoke began to fill all over the rooftop.

Dior had already run to the vent of the ventilation duct, and with a slight pull, the pipe was unloaded, and it seemed that she had already prepared an escape route. Dio still had time to snap his fingers at Sherlock, point his index finger at her, and slip into the pipe.

"Hurry up, sheriff, the vent pipe exit is only inside the building, lock off the building now!

"It's... Yes!"