Something is really wrong.

Thinking that in the corridor of the hotel before, a guy wearing a long trench coat suddenly appeared, that is, the person on the other side knew very well where the Pope was.

So why did you have so many demons scattered all over the hotel, and even fought with the contractors under the Pope.

According to common sense, now that you know the location of the target, shouldn't you just let the Void Rift appear around the target?

Close culling is certainly the method with the highest success rate.

Moreover, this killer who has been waiting in the stable is also very strange. He could wait in the shadows for so long, couldn't he think of doing something in the car?

A steam locomotive is so heavy that a single explosion can turn it into a coffin tumbling in mid-air.

Don't say that these assassins don't know how to make an explosion, the gas pipe explosions in the hotel must have been caused by this, even if there were really no explosives, they should have punctured the tires first, or simply killed the driver.

There are not many people who can drive steam locomotives these days, and as long as the driver dies, such a big guy will directly become scrap metal.

Thinking of this, another contractor also rushed in front of the man in the shadows, and raised his fist to explode the opponent's brain.

However, the wind from the fist blew the opponent's hairstyle in half, and the man remained motionless.

At this moment, the big brother of the contractor finally sensed that something was wrong, and quickly retracted his casserole-sized fist and dangerously stopped an inch above the opponent's Tianling cover.

It was only then that he finally noticed that the reason why the other party was motionless was not calm at all, but that his whole body was tied up with five flowers, and his mouth was also tightly stuffed, and he couldn't make a sound, and he couldn't run if he wanted to, so he could only stare with tears in his eyes.

The contract guard was stunned for half a second, and finally came back to his senses, and angrily pulled out the stuffing material in the other party's mouth, and said angrily, "Who the are you?!" ”

The person who was tied up looked aggrieved:

"I'm the driver"

“？？？！” The contract guard was furious, and just wanted to scold, but he was stunned again, are you the driver??

So you are the driver, and who is the person driving the car?

As soon as I thought of this, suddenly, a voice came:

"Sure enough, most of the people stayed upstairs and broke off, and now there are only a few of you left."

Startled, he immediately stepped back and assumed a fighting posture, all the while looking at a shadowy corner beside the driver.

The sound came from that corner.

But that corner is so small that it can't hide people at all, and this voice, this sentence, this tone, how can it sound so familiar, it seems that I have heard it all over just now.

"Heh, don't bother, since it's just a few of you, then don't think about running."

Same words again!

By this time, another contract guard had strode over to the shadows and grabbed a small gramophone.

"Sure enough, most of the people stayed upstairs and broke off, and now there are only a few of you left!"

The gramophone was slammed against the wall, turning into a clinking of parts.

It's a full four pounds, and it's so blind

The steam locomotive drove along the streets with full horsepower, spewing hot smoke from behind its buttocks, and walking past with the screeching roar of the engine! The carriages along the way could be heard from a distance, and they hurriedly gave way, for fear that they would be hit.

In the car, the Pope's fat body almost filled the entire row of back seats, which was very crowded, but his expression was very excited, and he looked behind him from time to time, and when he saw the street scene passing quickly, he let out a satisfied laugh of "hey, hey, hey".

"Damn, this thing is expensive, but it's really unambiguous to drive!" As he spoke, he took out a box of expensive cigars from his wide robe and lit it himself.

But I haven't waited to take a bite.

"No smoking in the car!" The front driver said.

The Pope was stunned for a moment, only to realize that there were two people sitting in the front row of the car, but he didn't pay much attention, after all, he didn't know how many drivers he had hired for the two steam locomotives.

Now, he just spoke with some displeasure to the driver's tone:

"Can't smoke? Is it because it will affect the operation of the machine? ”

He didn't understand such a thing as a car, and he didn't reflect his situation at this time, so he asked rhetorically.

"No, I just don't like you to smoke." The driver continued.

"What?!" The Pope said angrily, and even wondered if he had heard it wrong, how could his subordinates dare to talk to him like this?!

He just wanted to open his mouth and scold!

As a result, the driver in front of him suddenly turned his head on his own initiative, and a pair of extremely cold eyes stared directly at the Pope's eyes, as if he was staring at a dead man.

"You, you." The Great Pope Theodore was stunned, he felt as if he had seen the face in front of him, the facial arc was too three-dimensional, people didn't like it much at first sight, but he forgot where he had seen it.

However, the driver didn't want him to remember carefully, but directly smashed his fist into his fat face.

"Click!" With a single, the bridge of his nose was smashed almost into his face, and the Pope let out a strange scream, and then blood flowed.

But the driver's fist still didn't stop, but once and again, he straightened out and reached the face hammer behind him, and shouted while hammering:

"I said it! I don't like it! What are you! I'm smoking in the back! ”

"Help~Help~Help~Help~"

The bridge of the nose has been shattered, and the fist can be smashed unimpeded on the flesh of the face, soft and soft, shaking out ripples.

"Alright, alright, look at the road," Watson said, sitting in the passenger seat.

"Really." Sherlock finally stopped: "I didn't even smoke, what are you pumping there?!" Give me a taste."

As he spoke, he picked up the cigar box that had fallen on the Pope's chest, then turned around, then took out one and lit it, and took a few puffs: "The forehead tastes good, but the strength is too small to smoke it." ”

With that, he handed the rest to the side, but Watson just smiled and waved his hand: "I haven't slept for a few days, and I won't touch a cigarette for a while, but I'm curious that you can drive this thing." ”

"Learned." Sherlock said as he drove it, flipping through the "Steam Locomotive Manual" in his head.

Watson smiled, I have to say that his detective friend can always show reliable attributes at the most critical time, he thought about what happened in the past two days, and thought about the poor robber who was put on a long trench coat by them and thrown to the top floor of the hotel to attract attention, and then looked back and looked at the Pope, who was already unconscious, but his body was still pumping, and suddenly found that this experience of being hunted down and killed did not seem to be too bad.

Suddenly, for some reason, he remembered the gorgeous restaurant, under the gentle light, in the soft music.

The lady sitting across from him.

I have to say that it was indeed a bit abrupt for me to sit down suddenly at that time and eat the food on the other party's plate without permission.

(End of chapter)