A gargoyle swooped down from not far away, grinning and baring its fangs, its eyes full of greed and longing for flesh and soul.

It makes a piercing, high-pitched sound, like scratching a chalkboard with your fingernails, giving you goosebumps.

But just as it was about to bite Lisa.

Lisa grabbed the special pistol with her backhand, and her little thumb grabbed the trigger and pressed it up against the gargoyle's chin.

"Peng!"

Another head exploded, and the brain mixed with blood splattered all over the ground.

The pistol is a weapon made by Tony, and the inscription "Jesus Christ is in Heaven Now" literally translates to: Christ Jesus is now in heaven, but there is another meaning. Jesus is dead. ”

It's a soul-harvesting weapon.

As the gargoyle's body fell to the ground, several other gargoyles followed.

Lisa swept the gargoyle with a standard roundhouse kick, and there was another loud bang.

The gargoyle was knocked away by the powerful force for dozens of meters and slammed straight into the wall on one side, directly smashing the wall into a cobweb-shaped pit.

With this sweeping movement, the hem of her long black skirt slid down under the influence of gravity, revealing her slender and well-proportioned calves.

And on that calf was another white pistol.

Lisa reached out at the same time and pulled out the white pistol, turned back and fired a shot at her side.

The bullet instantly hit the head of the other gargoyle, directly hitting half of its shoulder. With guns in both hands, Lisa fired one shot at each of the two demons, both of which were headshots at the same time.

The gunfire also attracted the gargoyles from all sides, completely blocking Lisa's path.

But Lisa was clearly not stupid enough to stand still.

Like a sturdy cat, she jumped onto the front cover of the jeep at an astonishing speed, and leaped high with all her strength.

The gargoyles chased after them.

In mid-air, Lisa turned to face the monsters, firing both guns at the same time. Tongues of fire erupted from special pistols, harvesting gargoyles as easily as the scythe of death.

As she landed on the ground, seven or eight gargoyles landed on the ground at the same time, some of which even hit the front of the jeep.

The gargoyle's head had been blasted open with a large hole, blood was dripping from it, and it grinned, as if it still had the same hideous smile it had just faced.

These gargoyles seem to have some intelligence, as if sensing that this woman is not easy to deal with. The gargoyles froze in place for a moment, and began to hesitate. However, one of the gargoyles flew over without knowing what to do.

Lisa's legs were raised high enough to almost touch her head, and the hem of her skirt slipped with it, her legs were straight and round, and they were even more attractive in stockings. However, the strength of this thigh is also unquestionable.

The moment the gargoyle rushed over, she kicked the gargoyle with precision, crushing it to the ground, which shattered like a spider's web.

She lowered her eyes, her eyes cold as a thousand-year-old ice, and without any hesitation, she fired a shot directly at the gargoyle, and the bullet easily smashed its head.

The gargoyles around them finally showed a look of fear, and they didn't dare to approach for a while.

However, Sissi's order is to kill all the gargoyles here, so she doesn't show any mercy to them.

And she's an artificial human, so there's no such thing as kindness.

She bent down, and the whole person rushed towards her like an arrow off the string, and in the eyes of the people in the jeep, her speed was even an afterimage, and it was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

Then, one after another gunshots rang out around them, and even the movement of her gun was almost an afterimage, but each shot could accurately harvest a demon. She was like a ruthless killing machine, calmly carrying out the orders of her orderers.

Lisa is an artificial human, and in this world, only Tony Stark can create such a life.

This is the creation at the top of alchemy, and it is the authority of God. It's not as simple as creating a human. Over the years, Tony Stark has even cracked some of the magic circuits. The Philosopher's Stone provides a huge amount of magic power, the magic circuit provides the magic running route, and the mechanized brain provides computing power, which is a ready-made great magician.

Tony, on the other hand, has the ability to mass-produce such a great magician, which is very terrifying.

It can be said that Tony alone can face the entire wizarding world. That's the potential of magic and technology.

Sherlock and Watson looked at the scene through the car window.

In the dark, the woman in the long black dress did not seem to be fighting those hideous monsters, but more like dancing among thorns and killing, graceful and crisp, every movement was not superfluous, and every shot took a life.

Her brain is a supercomputer, and all actions are calculated professionally, so there will be no errors.

It was like an elegant killing show, the light and flame of the guns flickering in the darkness, the thunder flashing in the sky, and the blood spilling around her like a blood-colored rose.

Everyone was immersed in this elegant art.

After a few minutes, Lisa stopped, and around her, a pile of gargoyle corpses lay with blood splattered all over the ground. A strong, foul-smelling smell of blood poured in through the window.

The little devil's blood is much dirtier than normal blood, and it is more fishy and disgusting. Even though most of the people in the car had experienced bloody scenes, their faces were still not very good.

But it was such a filthy realm, and the hem of the maid's skirt had not even been stained with half a drop of blood, and it seemed that it was not a person from this world.

Her eyes were indifferent, as if she had just killed some insignificant ant.

In a brief silence, Sherlock said Sissi's name.

"Akasya." He lost his mind and whispered, "Who are you, maid?" ”

His brother was a member of the state secret service, and there were agents watching him in the past, and probably even now.

Therefore, Sherlock has an incomparably right to speak about the combat effectiveness of these agents.

Of all the agents he knew, there was no one as powerful as the woman in front of him.

Whether it's strength, speed, or reflexes, it's beyond the limits of what a human being can have.

Sissi stared at Lisa, an unknown light shining in her eyes.

"She is. My father left it to me. (End of chapter)