A black cab slowly pulled up on Kenway Avenue in South London, and then a police officer who had been waiting for a long time rushed over and pulled the door.

"Mr. Holmes, Sheriff Lestrade is waiting for you!"

"Okay, I'll be right over!" Sherlock Holmes, a well-known detective in England, but only few people know about it, is also a mysterious super-boss.

"So you called me here early in the morning just because of the gangsters?" Looking at Sheriff Lestrade, who was about his age, but had a lot of gray hair, Holmes couldn't help but sigh.

"Can't you give me some interesting cases?"

"I think this case should be interesting!" Lestrade took a drag on his cigar and said.

"Didn't you quit smoking?"

"emmm, slot!"

From the stairs, Holmes could smell the smell of blood from a long distance.

"Who reported the case?"

"A noble lady, she walked her dog in the morning, and it turned out that the door of this villa was not closed, and then the dog ran in, and after she chased in, she saw that the deceased was here!"

"Who is the deceased?"

"The number one brand in a private salon!"

"Tsk, this is really disgusting!"

Looking at the dead man lying in a pool of blood, Holmes couldn't help but frown.

"Six-pointed star array, they sacrificed this young woman!" Lestrade crouched down and touched the circle on the ground.

"There are also remnants of extraordinary power, which may not exceed 12 hours!"

"Well, well, it's another cult sacrifice, don't you have so many task forces in Scotland Yard? Why can't I catch anyone every time? ”

"So, aren't you night watchmen the same?"

"Listen, the Night's Watch are only responsible for tracking down mysterious cases, not fighting the dark creatures, that's your job and the Demon Hunters!"

"So you're attacking Scotland Yard's policy of cutting the Night's Watch!"

"That's what you said, not me!"

"Then the question is, Sherlock Holmes, why is there such a cult sacrifice case in such a luxurious villa area!"

"Maybe a big boss is idle!"

"Sherlock!"

"Well, as we all know, the general cult sacrifices are in backward and chaotic neighborhoods, where there are very few police patrols, and the Cross Church has a weak control over there, so cultists like to make trouble in this kind of place, because the population management is chaotic, and it is difficult for them to sacrifice living people to attract the attention of the police, and here, in the residential area of hundreds of high-level elites in London and even the world, there is such a case, do you remember what the sacrifice is?"

"It's an exchange, offering a sacrifice and then asking for a wish, you mean that the person who is doing this sacrifice wants to make a deal with those who are there!"

"Right, so, what's the focus of the deal? Who does this house belong to? ”

"It's Councillor Caimens!"

"And what about the Councillor?"

"He, wait, Sandy gave me the record, did Councillor Caimens show up in council yesterday?"

"Sir, Councilor Caimens took a leave of absence yesterday!"

“emmmm，fvck！”

"By the way, the councilor's car should have a positioning system, right?"

"Oh yes, notify HQ and let them locate the councillor!"

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On the banks of the River Thames

Councillor Caimens was walking down the dark sewers with a gloomy face, ignoring the sewage staining his handmade shoes and trousers, and after walking down the sewer for kilometers, the councillor came to an underground mausoleum.

"Stop!" A slightly hideous command came from the darkness, and then a man in a dirty cloak stepped out.

"I want to see Bloom!" Caimens said through gritted teeth.

"Presumptuous, Bishop......" The cloaked man had not finished speaking. The bodyguard behind Caimens pulled out an MP5A5 submachine gun and aimed it at the cloaked man, and then another bodyguard stepped forward and uncovered his cloak.

"Hmph, get rid of him!" Looking at the cloaked man's pale skin from the shadows for a long time, his sunken eye sockets, and the various religious tattoos depicted on the exposed skin, Caimens only felt a pang of disgust.

"Bang!" The cloaked man fell to the ground, and Congressman Caimens turned around and took a Glock 17 pistol from the bodyguard behind him.

"Sir, let's go in first!" The captain of the bodyguard was a tall black man who had served in the Middle East theater.

"Be careful!" Caimens knew what he was capable of and nodded.

"You still have you, come with me!" The captain of the bodyguard ordered two bodyguards and took the lead in the dark and long corridor.

"Sir, it's safe here!" Not long after, the shouting of the bodyguard captain came from the corridor.

Caimens then walked in with the remaining three bodyguards.

"Bloom, get out of here!"

In the wide catacombs, the voices of the councillors were heard far away.

Then the torches hanging on the wall suddenly lit up, and then dozens of black-robed men poured out of the corner and surrounded the councillor.

"Isn't this our dear Congressman Caimens? Long time no see, how's your wife doing? A large bald head with a tattoo on his head walked out of the crowd.

"Shut up, you shameless villain, liar, you deceived me, I did what you did, why didn't my wife recover her health?" Caimens clenched his fists and his forehead was bruised.

"How is it possible, my friend, you must be mistaken, it is impossible to deceive us! Something must have gone wrong with your sacrifice! The big bald head named Bloom sneered and said.

"I did exactly what you did!" Caimens was dissatisfied.

"That's your problem, I don't have anything to do with the rain! Get rid of them! The bald head gave Keymen a nonchalant look, then turned and walked into the crowd.

"Catch him!" Caimens yelled, and several bodyguards tried to grab him, only to be stopped by the black-robed men.

"Shoot, shoot, you piece of shit! I want her life! Then the angry Councillor Caimens pulled out his pistol and shot at the bald head, but because the Councillor himself had basically never shot, all the bullets he fired missed the target, and instead hit several hapless believers.

"Shoot, shoot!" The bodyguard captain saw his boss shoot, and his subordinates also began to shoot, and six MP5A5 submachine guns fired a dense rain of bullets, knocking a black-robed man to the ground.

"Ceasefire, ceasefire!" The captain hurriedly shouted when he saw that his men were about to fire after firing a magazine.

After the smoke slowly cleared, the captain saw that the cultists who should have died were staggering to their feet.

"What's the situation?" Through the dim light of the fire, the captain of the bodyguard saw the rotting bodies of the cultists beneath their tattered robes.