I don't know if it's because I've been sitting in the judge's seat for a long time, as long as it comes to crimes, cases, and trials, Hopkins' voice has become a little more dignified.

As the heavy voice reverberated back and forth in the closed tunnel, an equally majestic figure gradually revealed its silhouette, and Hopkins did not wear the inquisitor's uniform today, but only wore the pendant inlaid with sunflowers and scales, and walked into everyone's sight so unhurriedly.

In fact, in terms of combat effectiveness alone, Hopkins should not be Sherlock's opponent, but in this scene, no one dared to show hostility to him, not even the muzzle of a gun at him.

Human society has never been a place that pays attention to combat effectiveness, even if in the long river of history, there will occasionally be such an anomaly, but it will not change this, so when they heard the word 'court', almost all the soldiers present had their hearts beat violently, and when they saw the pendant that symbolized the identity of the judge, even some people were hesitating, whether to put down the gun first and perform a pious etiquette.

Fortunately, the quality of the soldiers did not let this scene happen, otherwise, it would be too strange to suddenly bow to the enemy at this time of saber rattling.

"May I ask who your Excellency is?"

In the crowd, a middle-aged man in a standard explosion-proof suit hesitated, lowered the gun in his hand, walked over to Hopkins, and asked.

The man looked to be in his 40s, with dry hair and cracked and bloodshot skin that was pale, and he was a veteran of the front line of Hell's Gate, and presumably the highest commander in the group.

"Stanley. Hopkins, Inquisition, Third Division. He calmly gave his name.

The military commander nodded, not saying his name, because he knew that the other party didn't care, but repeated his mission again: "We suspect that Sherlock. Mr. Holmes is suspected of a massacre of more than 10 people, so he needs to be detained in accordance with the law."

"Doubtful?" Without waiting for the other party to finish, Hopkins directly interrupted: "When did the word 'doubt' have such power, who doubted?" Why the suspicion? From which evidence, which quality control suspects? These most basic questions don't need to be explained, with a few barrels of guns, you want to take people away?

Then the law in your mouth is not to see who has a large muzzle diameter in his hand, and who says it? ”

Hopkins's tone was not hurried, but there was a stern questioning!

"We have witnesses who saw Sherlock with his own eyes. Sherlock Holmes killed a full 14 military soldiers! The chief did not flinch, and replied with his head held high.

"Eyewitness. Hehe, an eyewitness with no name, no identity, unwilling to disclose any information, and will not show his face, his words can also be used as a reason to arrest people. So, I also have an eyewitness who witnessed with his own eyes that you guys were the perpetrators of the so-called massacre, so do you want to go to the court and turn yourself in now? I'm trying to get the death penalty in half a month."

I don't know how many cases Hopkins has handled, and I have seen countless sophistries in court, and it would be wishful thinking to take advantage of his words.

The military commander held his breath in his throat, not knowing how to refute, and Hopkins took advantage of this gap to lean over Sherlock and asked in a very small voice, "By the way, did you really kill a dozen active-duty soldiers?" ”

Sherlock nodded: "Well, it's just that those people were about to block the road and kill me. Miss Adler was in the same carriage with me, and she could testify for me. ”

Hopkins was stunned. Then I remembered what it had been like in that bar, when the venerable mysterious lady invited Sherlock to take her home.

I really don't know if he entered the house after he sent Miss Erin home that day, and if so, what he did.

Well, no, now is not the time to ponder this.

"Okay, I'll hold this group of big-headed soldiers first, you go to the factory to take a look, the scientific researchers inside have already confronted the military, you must appease the emotions of that group of scholars, as long as you don't shoot at this time, you can't afford to dispute this group of soldiers."

Sherlock also knew this, and without hesitation, took a few steps forward, wanting to get over the barricade.

"No one is allowed to go without my orders!!" The military commander immediately drank it.

Click~click~click~

A series of gun-specific sounds rang out, and countless muzzles were already aimed at Sherlock again.

"The ownership of the factory is in our hands, and you have no right to seize it! Mr. Holmes has no written warrant for his warrant, and you have no right to restrict his freedom! A group of soldiers, dressed in the uniforms of city guards, and trying to use force against the citizens of the empire, are not afraid of going to court-martial?! Hopkins said in a deep voice.

However, the officer did not respond to this sentence, but only stared at Hopkins, obviously shaking in his heart, but he was tough and did not retract the order just now.

Of course, he knew that he had no right to do this, but as an Imperial soldier, he repeatedly told himself that this was just an order; At the same time, he also thought of his son, who had just been conscripted in the Redk Strait, and the promise of the Imperial Military Department that he would call this Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes's men arrested, then his son can be transferred from the front-line vanguard to the logistics department

On the battlefield, the survival rate of the vanguard team is less than half.

And if you can kill the target. His son will then get a direct chance to attend Princeton University, and will receive a home in his home city as a prominent veteran of the battlefield, and will also receive a good grant.

This old chief has fought on the front line for more than ten years, and when his wife died of a serious illness, he had only one wish, so that their son could live in peace, and he also made this promise to the Holy Light. But a conscription made everything come to naught.

What else could he do?

Of course, he knew that it was wrong for him to do this, and he also knew that it would be a shame for a soldier to show his gun to an imperial citizen for no reason, but when he thought of his children, he could only accept all the shame.

"No one is allowed to move!" He cocked his gun and shouted.

Hopkins narrowed his glasses, and he must have sensed that something was wrong, because this was not the attitude that a normal Imperial soldier should have:

"I don't care what threats or temptations you have received, but I am a third-order contractor, and with your few guns, it is impossible to keep us!"

"As long as someone crosses the cordon! Shoot directly! The old chief drank again as if he didn't want to think about it.

In the eyes of the grassroots soldiers, an order is always an order, although the soldiers behind them do not understand why they do things so decisively, but they can only obey, and they are ready to shoot at any time, and the steam armor in the distance also lifts the arm embedded in the revolver, and at the other end of the tunnel farther away, there seems to be a dense sound of footsteps, and it seems that there are some reinforcements rushing towards this side.

Under the light of the searchlight, countless figures overlapped, narrow space, dense muzzles, if there is really a fight in this kind of place, whether it is the strength of the contractor or the stray bullets flying around, in short, someone will definitely die.

Therefore, the atmosphere in the room entered a suffocating depression, no one spoke, and the sound of heavy breathing was intertwined, like a file relentlessly rubbing people's restless nerves.

Sherlock doesn't want to kill people at this juncture.

None of the soldiers in that group wanted to open fire.

Everyone is looking forward to a quick end to this standoff.

But at this moment!

The searchlight behind him seemed to flicker a few times suddenly, and then with a 'click', it went out without warning, and in the entire tunnel, suddenly only the gas lamp that was originally embedded in the wall remained, and the sudden change in brightness made people's eyes fall into a brief blindness.

And just when these nerves are tense to the extreme.

The old chief's eyes suddenly bloomed with a fierce light that had almost abandoned all reason. And without warning, he pulled the trigger sharply!

(End of chapter)