Catacombs

"It's a living corpse, this thing is very fragile, as long as a pistol bullet is shot in the head, you can kill them, remember to hit the head, this is the fastest way to kill them!" The well-informed bodyguard captain recognized the identity of these things at the first time, and the rest of the bodyguards, who were slightly flustered, heard that the pistol could be solved, and quickly regained their composure, but when the bodyguards dealt with the few rickety living corpses, Caimens found that the bald head had run away.

When he walked out of the sewer with a curse, Caimens was still instructing the captain of the bodyguards, asking the captain of the bodyguards to find more people, and he must find Bloom.

"I'm sorry, Senator, but we have something to ask you!" Congressman Caimens looked up, only to find that his Rolls-Royce bulletproof car had been pulled onto a flatbed by a flatbed trailer, and then there were more than a dozen Chevrolet vans around, and at least sixty army soldiers in full armor and heavy weapons.

"Who are you?"

"Mr. Councillor, on behalf of the British Empire Council for Extraordinary Affairs, I formally propose your arrest, if you have any objections, it is useless!" Two men in sunglasses and suits stepped forward and grabbed the lawmaker's arms.

"Wait!" The councillor was still trying to struggle, and then he saw that his bodyguards had been disarmed by army soldiers.

Then a Crucifixioner dressed in an 18th-century Victorian shawl stepped forward, chanted a word to Caimens, and then turned to the man in black in the lead and said, "Confirm contact!" ”

"What, what are you going to do?" The councillor saw another man in sunglasses step forward and put him on a respirator.

"Sir, the arrest is complete!"

In the corner, Lestrade threw the finished cigarette butt on the ground, then pointed to the sewer, and then a group of Army soldiers walked in with their flamethrowers on their backs.

"How's it going at the hospital?"

"Mr. Holmes has rushed over!"

"OK, after taking care of the work here, we should also leave!"

I don't know if it's because of parallel time and space, the detention center facilities in Scotland Yard are not too bad, and after being escorted into the room by the SWAT, a female police officer brought Aaron a cup of tea.

"Thank you!" Be polite at all times and in all places! This is a quality ⊙ ⊙ an agent should have.

Then Aaron sat quietly in his chair.

[System, look at my skill tree!] 】

[What do you see, advanced firearms mastery, advanced driving mastery, and advanced mechanical transformation mastery, you seem to have these few passive skills!] 】

[Doesn't yo-yo count? 】

[Are you Harpy, this is an active skill!] 】

【emmm，wdnmd，nmsl！ 】

While Aaron was arguing with the system, the door to the detention cell opened, and a police officer walked in.

"Come with me, someone wants to see you!"

As soon as he came out of the detention cell, Aaron saw that the police officers passing by were all looking at him with a wicked smile.

"Once inside, be careful!" The policeman who led the team looked at Aaron with an innocent face and whispered.

The door opened, Aaron was ushered in, and the police removed his handcuffs and left the room.

A headlight shone on him suddenly, Aaron subconsciously blocked it, and then a calm male voice with a hint of interrogation sounded.

"Aaron Keener, a delivery man, can you tell me why your marksmanship is so accurate?"

"Uh, I like to play shooters, like CSGO!"

"Oh, that's right, but it looks like you've been in a bit of trouble lately?"

"How so?"

"Military boots, durable and wear-resistant, it can be seen that you have worn them for a long time, but you still haven't changed them, your green tactical pants are almost white, but they are very neat, which means that you used to be a soldier, no matter how bad you are, you are also a veteran, but your information is not written, I am very strange!"

"So what are you going to do with me? Locked up in the Tower of London just because I wore a pair of very old trousers? ”

"You killed a congressman's wife in Cicero Hospital!"

"I don't think that's human!"

"Hmph, well, Mr. Aaron, would you be interested in changing jobs?"

The lights came on around the room, and Aaron saw a man with curly hair sitting across from him.

"You are?" Looking at that familiar face, Aaron already had a certain number in his heart.

"Sherlock Holmes, I'm a detective!"

"But why? Mr. Holmes! Why me? ”

"You remind me of an old friend, the hand holding the gun is extremely firm, the moment you shoot, your eyes, you know, fortunately there is a camera that captured the footage of you shooting, pop, three shots, you remind me of a lot of veterans who came down on the battlefield, but I don't know very well, how did you kill that mutant with an explosion!"

"Oxygen tank, sir!"

"If you agree to my terms, I will believe it!"

"Can you make me think about it, think about it?"

"Of course, it's your freedom, now you can leave, oh yes, don't forget your motorcycle, it's in the parking lot downstairs!"

Aaron, who was suspicious, walked out and found that no one was stopping him, and when he rode the motorcycle, the doorman was very friendly and said that he had refueled him.

After returning home, Aaron got food for the dog and lay down in bed, but his mind returned to the dark area of New York.

"Aaron, quick, we're going to get out in no time!" A full-territory agent dragged Aaron, who was seriously wounded, through a hail of bullets, with the security gate of the dark zone not far away.

"On the right, rifleman!" An agent shouted, and then there was a fierce gunfire, the Lex Gang, the Purifiers, and the surviving army, these enemies appeared one after another, gunshots, explosions, and then Aaron saw his comrades fall one by one, and finally only himself was left, and then a member of the Lex Gang walked up to him and raised his pistol.

"Dididi!" A shrill whistle came from the window, and Aaron jumped out of bed, leaned on the edge of the bed, and saw a black taxi parked downstairs with a man with a warm smile standing next to it.

"Come down, I've been waiting for ten minutes!" Holmes shouted.

"Mr. Holmes, didn't you say give me some time to think about it?"

"That's right!" Sherlock Holmes looked at his watch.

"I gave you fourteen hours to think about it!"

"I ......" ⊙_⊙

"Let's go, lad!" Patting Aaron on the shoulder, Holmes pulled open the door.

"Where are we going?" The taxi slowly pulled out of the street and headed towards Fleet Street.

"I'm going to register you!"

"But I haven't said yes yet!"

"I'll just say yes to you!" Holmes had a wicked smile on his face.

"But what about my job?"

"I helped you quit, your manager is very sorry, he said that one can be worth three ordinary delivery workers, by the way, this is your salary, and the bonus for the best employee!" Holmes pulled an envelope out of his pocket.