Of course Sherlock knew where the contractor was!

As a detective, observing all the scenes and details around him when he was dying, and in the interval of dodging the crazy attack of a third-order great demon, he thought about the obstruction of sight, the range of the explosion, and the distance of the control area.

Each contractor has a range of control, and the farther away it is, the less refined the control becomes, which is why the demon just now threw Moran in this direction; The airship falling from the sky fell from the southwest and rammed along the established path, destroying everything in its path, and it was impossible for the controller to include himself in the explosion; Although it is possible to perceive the battle situation through contract creatures, it is definitely best to see the battle scene with your own eyes, and this kind of reckless assassination must have no way back, only to kill the Holy Son in a desperate way; Of course, there is also the route of Moran's escape with the Holy Son, which seems to be a temporary choice, but in fact, in the environment where the gas pipeline begins to explode, there are not many directions to choose from, and there are not many angles to look at and not be obscured.

In short, all this is not too difficult to analyze, so that the contractor can only be in a place where all the above conditions are met, and he must take all the factors in his favor. Because this man has made a desperate bet and must not fail.

A kilometre away from the London Medical Association, there is a church, which is a bit high, and you have to climb a long staircase to get up, so there are not many people who usually worship.

And because of the high terrain and the scarcity of buildings around, there are only a few gas pipes that spread here, and the whole church is still in the old decoration style of more than 50 years ago, and the only thing that is commendable is that the architect built a narrow but 15-meter-high bell tower for it.

At this time, above the bell tower, a sturdy figure was standing against the wind, the flames burning in a wide range below did not spread, but the scorching air wave that evaporated crossed the distance of nearly a thousand meters, faintly making people feel hot, the man was holding a tube of monocular brass telescopes, huge and complex eyepieces stacked one by one, looking condescendingly at the sea of fire below, and in the sea of fire, his own contract creature was almost unilaterally sadistic beating a small figure.

"What a stupid woman." He muttered.

He didn't understand why this woman was so desperate for His Royal Highness the Holy Son, obviously she didn't have any chance of winning, facing a third-order great demon, no one could have the slightest possibility of confronting it, but this guy just didn't want to come up and die.

From this moment of encounter, this woman has countless opportunities to pretend to be dead, and there are countless opportunities to escape, she clearly knows that the only person who must die tonight is the Holy Son, but she has to rush up again and again to interfere with herself, with a disgusting energy that wants to move His Royal Highness the Holy Son and step over her corpse first.

It's just that this guy's vitality is incredibly strong, she should have died a long time ago, in the telescope, the slender body has been in tatters, the bones of the left arm have been completely shattered, and the chest cavity and ribs on that side have also completely collapsed, and the whole person is spurting blood with breathing, and she can't stand steadily, but that's it, she has to get up again and again

It's okay to die quietly, why do you have to suffer so much in vain, what's even more sad is that she should know that what she did was useless.

Whatever.

Thinking of this, the man standing on the bell tower scanned the other directions in the sea of fire with his binoculars, and just now, a survivor appeared, although it was incredible, but the survivor didn't seem to be hammered to death by his contract creature in the first place.

Forehead. It may also be hammered to death, it doesn't matter, anyway, tonight, there is only this third-order contract demon in the whole of London, and it is impossible for the city task force to be deployed in such a short time, and it is impossible for anyone to transport another third-order great demon from the demon breeding ground, and the only person who has reached the third stage of the contract is the stupid woman who still insists on holding on and refusing to die.

In short, tonight's self is invincible, that holy son, there is no possibility of survival!

But I just thought of this.

Suddenly, the man seemed to sense something, as if something was rapidly approaching in his direction.

He frowned, and searched around with his telescope, and in the circular visual range, there seemed to be a shadow passing through the night and the light of the fire.

Someone has found themselves?

He was a little unconvinced, because his maneuvering distance was extremely far, reaching more than a kilometer, and at this distance, without a large-scale search, let alone a high-altitude search by the airship overhead, it was extremely difficult to find a manipulative contractor.

Although it is not excluded that some people are very smart and can find themselves by mistake.

But so what.

The man thought, unhurriedly and continued to search for the figure, but suddenly, his telescope seemed to be broken, and his vision was pitch black.

Wrong!

It's not that it's broken, but something suddenly appears and blocks the mirror!

At this moment, the man turned his head almost reflexively, and at the same time, a huge force swept through the telescope in his hand and smashed it directly!

The man looked at the guy in front of him who didn't know when he had jumped onto the bell tower, and wondered if the other party was the shadow that was running towards him just now, then this speed was a little too fast.

Sherlock didn't think much of it, he just looked at the other man in silence and intently, his eyes swept over the thick shoulders of the other party, and then the muscular neck, forty years old, but still full of vigor and thick veins beating in the neck, a battle uniform that was very inconspicuous in the night, extremely short hair, wanton beard, and thick calloused hands.

A third-order control type contractor, but it can be seen from this size that his own combat power is definitely not bad. Coming from the Holy Cult Army, but his skin is not the same as if he had lived in the cold for a long time, this indicates that this person was not transferred from the front line, but should be some kind of combat trainer on the rear line.

Just like that, the two men looked at each other, and neither looked away, but after a moment

A hint of doubt flashed in the other party's eyes.

As I said before, high-level contractors have a certain ability to perceive low-level contractors, and at this moment, this man can clearly feel that Sherlock's stage is lower than his own, but he is a little unsure whether he is a first-order or a second-order.

However, he didn't care too much, and simply smiled: "Imani Maitiniyaz, may I ask who Your Excellency is.?" ”

"Sherlock. Sherlock holmes. ”

"I haven't heard of it, but it's casual"

Niazi laughed, feeling that he had said something nonsense, because the other party would definitely die, so of course the name or something was something that didn't matter, and it seemed that the other party was also aware of this.

He was just a little curious, why did the other party rush up even though he knew that he would die?

Of course, this is also a matter of indifference, just a little miscellaneous fish with a little problem with his brain.

So, he stretched out a hand and grabbed the other's shoulder

Sherlock's stature was thin enough to be called thin compared to the other party, and his contract level was very low, maybe first, maybe second, which he couldn't say for sure before he went to hell. Anyway, the third-order contractor in front of him was not very cautious, he just grabbed it so hard, ready to pinch the other party's entire shoulder first, then the limbs, and finally the head, so that he could find some pastime for himself in this boring time.

However, the screams he was waiting for and the flesh that exploded from his shoulders didn't appear, Sherlock just stood like that, then slowly lowered his head, looked at the thick palm on his shoulder, and then raised his gaze again, staring at the other without blinking.

At this moment, he knew that his feeling was right, and at the same time, he also saw the due surprise in the other party's eyes.

Niazi's eyes widened instantly, and he suddenly narrowed into a slit, he seemed to sense something strange about the other party's body, and subconsciously hooked his five fingers, and used force again. But then he found that his fingers were just stuck in the other party's muscles.

The thin shoulders actually resisted their own strength!

He was blinded, he didn't know why this was at all, the man on the other side only had the strength of the second stage at most, even if he was an extremely genius figure, he couldn't do this kind of thing!

Actually, Sherlock was in a similar state, he only vaguely felt that he could resist this power, and it turned out to be true, but he didn't know why.

Of course, none of them know why.

It is even more impossible to know that at this moment, in the middle of hell, there is a scratch on the shoulders of the pitch-black giant, as well as on the shoulders of several carrion dogs that did not die in the last battle

(End of chapter)