How long does it take to rip off a severed leg bone?

A second

So the middle-aged man just had time to let out a short and sharp scream, and the pain directly activated the brain's self-protection mechanism and chose to faint.

At the same time, the three bodyguards at the door also reacted immediately.

Two of them had already pulled out their guns, and the one closest to the door had already jumped and pounced on Sherlock with his teeth and claws!

I have to say that it is not easy to hire bodyguards who react so quickly in the lower city, and in such a sudden second, these people almost instantly recovered from the horror and made the most correct judgment directly!

Oh no, the most correct judgment should be to quickly turn around and run!

It seems that they missed this precious opportunity

Anyway, at this moment, Sherlock picked up the broken leg bone in his hand, and poked it at the bodyguard who was pounced on him in mid-air, and the sharp bone spurs accompanied by the strong and heavy strength, with a pop, it poked into the other party's face, and the cheekbones were shattered, with half of the nose and an increasingly huge gap, longitudinally through the entire skull, and poked straight out from the back of the head!

This scene is extremely brutal, and what is even more unacceptable is that under this poke, the man did not die immediately, but knelt miserably on the ground, clutching a thigh bone with both hands, and broke out into a scream that did not look like a human being, and tried to pull the thing out of his face.

Sherlock didn't bother to pay attention to him, pulling the man by the hair and lifting it up in front of him; The previous frenzied operation made the two scramblers at the door hesitate for half a second, and only then did the first gunshot finally appear, but Sherlock was just a strange sideways figure, completely hiding himself behind the man's body!

Bang! Bang! Bang! The bullet exploded into bloody holes in the man's body, and there was a violent spasm, and the big brother who was pierced through the face finally kicked his leg a few times in the air, and was extremely miserable to be relieved.

However, this parlor was not very big in total, and Sherlock's figure had already come in an instant under the sound of these gunshots, so fast that the sought-after at the door did not even have time to think of retreating, a corpse full of bullet holes had been thrown over, and behind the corpse, a calm face finally emerged, and a stream of blood splashed diagonally from the corner of his eyebrows to his jaw, and a pupil that seemed to have been soaked in blood passed in the middle.

Fear swept through the sought-after body at this moment, he even forgot to scream, just felt a heat in his chest, and when he reacted again, an arm had been stiffened into the elbow, and Sherlock's fingertip knuckles passed through the lower edge of the sternal stem, piercing the soft pleura and stomach, penetrating the thick spine at the back end, and then only holding it, pressing the other hand on the other's face, and the arms were jerked in opposite directions!!

It's hard to describe the sound of this moment, first the muffled sound of the spine breaking, then the hard object cutting through the chest, crushing all the internal organs touched along the way, and finally breaking out like a pelvis, with the soft white nerve bundles in the spine still reluctantly connected, but in the end it was brutally torn apart, and all the sounds during this period converged into a wet and light sound that made the hair explode in a moment.

It's just such a staggered face, the person no longer has any parts to support his body, and the whole person is directly paralyzed to the ground, and in the final eyes, the fear still hasn't dispersed.

Sherlock lowered his eyes to the broken spine in his hand, then slowly turned his head to look at the last bodyguard.

The latter had already collapsed to the ground, sweat all over his body mixed with the blood that he didn't know was spurting from the corpse. He had a gun in his hand, but at this time he didn't have the slightest intention of shooting, he only felt that the unarmed man in front of him was as terrifying as a demon.

"Help." Sherlock said lightly.

“？？？” The gunman was clearly not yet out of shock, and looked at the other man with a look of horror, not quite understanding the meaning of the word.

"I said, you can ask for help, you'd better call all your people over, or I'll have to look for them one by one."

Sherlock said, gesturing to a phone hanging on the wall with his eyes, and then threw the spine in his hand to the other party, not even caring that the other party still had a pistol, just turned around and walked towards the middle-aged man who had been fainted from the beginning.

A few steps away, he stepped past two motionless corpses, stepped on the blood on the ground, squatted beside the middle-aged man, spread his five fingers, and pressed against the man's face.

Unlike people who are unconscious from traumatic brain trauma, they can wake up in a matter of seconds by blocking the other person's exhalation.

With a convulsive struggle, the middle-aged man opened his eyes in horror, and what he saw was a field of blood, several corpses collapsed weakly on the ground, and the only living bodyguard was clinging to the wall, trying to crawl towards a phone.

He didn't dare to think about what was going on, but looked at the man in the trench coat in front of him who was still a little unhappy even more frightened.

"Wake up, that's good. Let's continue with the question just now, do you know where those who don't pay back in time are being held? ”

The muscles of the middle-aged man were spasming because of the severe pain, and he wanted to say 'I know', but he opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't make a sound because of fear, so he nodded vigorously, wanting to show that he knew that he was still useful.

Sherlock was pleased with the other party's reaction:

"Although I want to hear you tell me personally, the configuration of your building is too simple, you can know it at a glance, it can only be in the basement, right?"

The middle-aged man nodded vigorously and tried his best to utter a few syllables: "Yes, yes"

"Alright, lead the way."

“？？？”

"Oh, sorry, it looks like you're not moving easily." Sherlock said apologetically, then grabbed the other man's hair and walked out the door, dragging the lower body with only one foot left on the ground in a shocking bloodline.

The middle-aged man could only struggle, wailing miserably, holding Sherlock's wrist with all his strength to prevent his scalp from being torn off alive.

"Don't forget to remind me where I need to turn a corner, I'm a person who doesn't like to take long detours." Sherlock said leisurely.

"Front. Turn left, ahh!!h ”

The man screamed, but he could only force his voice to be clearer.

"Oh, I still want to tell you how bad I felt when I came home today and saw all the you guys were doing. So, can you be quiet?"

"Woo————"

The man who was carrying it took advantage of the last bit of desire to live, and closed his mouth so tightly that he did not dare to let out the slightest wail.

At the same time, directly below the building, in a spacious soundproofed basement.

Several traffickers are methodically stuffing unconscious people into wooden boxes

(I'm just a listener, so I'm trying to start updating three chapters.) May be sent out in a moment)

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