On the other side of the bridge, the light shone towards him, reflecting the snowflakes into sparks and stretching his shadow very long.

Sherlock narrowed slightly.

There are no opening remarks, no pretentious pre-battle speeches, these people are well-trained fighters, and the order they received is to grab this guy in front of them, it doesn't matter if he's dizzy or disabled, just take a breath.

Therefore, no amount of talk is just a waste of lips and tongues.

Black cracks appeared on the bridge deck, and a low or sharp roar followed, and in the cold wind, the demons with the scorching heat of hell slowly crawled out, like a hot Tito immersed in the cold water, hissing and steaming out puffs of green smoke.

Contractor.

Sherlock counted them, and there were eight of them, which was not much.

And the other party obviously didn't want to leave too many traces, and the bullets flying everywhere were very troublesome, so they didn't bring guns, only some knives equipped with the military, or weapons with electric shock functions.

In fact, in the minds of these people, to deal with a private detective, there is no need for such a big formation, find someone to intercept the other party, smash it with a fist, and then take it away.

They didn't understand the thoughtfulness of their captain, and they didn't know that just a few days ago, in front of a tavern, this private detective had a momentary intercourse with a person who looked like Sven, in fact, if it weren't for the deliberate concealment of those people, neither the vice president of Holke nor their captain would have come up with the ridiculous idea of 'tying him up'.

Oh, not necessarily, after all, the other party is just a guy who has just been a contractor for half a year.

Anyway, at this moment, they were already unfortunate enough to be standing on the bridge now, only about twenty meters away from the detective.

It's not far away, it's not close, it's just right to start.

The next second

"Whew!!"

A demon that was obviously not too well controlled could not resist the tyrannical instinct, and rushed towards the 'prey' in front of him, and the distance of 20 meters was in a crazy roar, and it only took a few seconds to quickly pass by, and then a pair of claws as sharp as blades grabbed fiercely towards Sherlock's face.

The summoner of this demon should belong to the symbiosis type, so there is no fancy and ingenious operation, just relying on the demon's innate bloodlust and ferocity, and then the cold light on the tip of the sharp claw flashed, and the emaciated man in front of him was in the wrong shape, and a cold wind swept along the tip of his nose, and slapped firmly on the ground, making a piercing sound of metal scratching hard objects for a moment.

At the same time, Sherlock unhurriedly stretched out a hand, grabbed a horn on the other's skull, and then listened only to a crisp "click".

He slammed his foot at the junction between the demon's head and body. A split second of strength directly kicked the demon's neck at an angle that almost folded in half.

The air in the chest cavity was forcibly suffocated by the squeezing of the throat, and the demon's roar came to an abrupt end, but the tenacious vitality did not prevent it from dying on the spot

Sherlock was a little surprised, and while secretly admiring the stubbornness of the little guy, he continued to step on his feet, and the hand holding the horn continued to pull upwards with force

Just pulled up so hard, until the flesh of the demon's neck couldn't stand the pull, and began to tear a little bit, like a torn rice cake, the thick blood was like a bright red rice cake trap, and began to flow more and more along the torn opening, but the spine and bones were obviously much stronger than the flesh, so the horns were connected to the hard head, and the head pulled the tough spine, just like that, the whole set of "poofs" were all ripped out, and a bright red gorgeous fountain was sprayed out in the snow curtain!!

After that, the demon convulsed for a while, and then it collapsed limply like a hollowed-out cloth bag.

The whole process is not complicated, it is just a kick and a pull, so it only takes a few seconds, Sherlock carries a long spine bone in his hand, and stands under the bright light, the snow under his feet has completely changed color.

Then, hanging on the ground, dragging it, he walked towards the group of people in front of him.

He didn't walk in a hurry, but step by step, it seemed that he had stepped on everyone's hearts, no one ran, no one screamed, and no one pounced on him again.

It seems that everyone needs a few seconds to digest the scene they just saw.

It wasn't until a "poof" sound that a companion next to him was counterattacked, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then the muscles all over his body seemed to fall into spasms at the same time, and he fell to the ground with painful convulsions, rolling his eyes, which finally relieved everyone.

A strong sense of crisis began to spread in everyone's hearts.

They just thought that such a big formation was a little too much to look down on this guy in front of them, and after a few seconds, they all began to regret why they only sent so many people here.

This guy, is it a third-order contractor?

The information is wrong! The captain said that this guy just accepted the canonization ceremony half a year ago!

However, the huge panic and shock did not make them retreat, the duty of the soldiers is to carry out the order, they did not retreat in the face of those corpses and mountains of blood, and naturally they will not retreat in the face of this strange detective! And their military literacy tells them that this guy is just a person, even if he is a third-order.

In the hinterland of the empire, under the shroud of holy light, there is no way for a third-order demon to be summoned, so no matter how strong he is, what can he do, after all, the human body has a limit! With these people on the same page, fighting for the serious injuries and even sacrifices of several brothers, can't they beat him alone?

In fact, theoretically speaking, this is indeed the case, so after a moment of thinking, these front-line soldiers quickly regained their confidence, through familiar eye contact, they instantly understood each other's thoughts, so, 'whew', the remaining seven contract demons all pounced at once, and the chaotic picture of teeth and claws almost filled the entire bridge deck, almost drowning the emaciated body.

Under this scene, the coachman who was hiding in the distance was so frightened that his legs did not obey the call, and he simply sat down on the ground.

And in the carriage

Irene's very good-looking eyes were slightly illuminated by the distant light, she pursed her lips slightly, looking at the terrible and cruel picture, but more and more engrossed, the smile in her eyes became more and more full, full of almost overflowing, and finally, she leaned against the car window, one hand gently supported her chin, as if she was enjoying the grandest and most gorgeous opera.

And the smile on the corner of her mouth made her whole person exude that extreme charm that seemed to be born.

It's fascinating

(End of chapter)