In front of it should be a tall tower, a huge bell tower, or some kind of structure about 20 meters high.

But everyone knows that these things cannot appear in the barren wilderness dozens of kilometers outside the city, let alone in the middle of the road.

So, the convoy slowly slowed down, and by the moonlight, the soldiers in the car saw the huge silhouette, but they could not see its whole body, they could only adjust the angle of the searchlight, all the way up, and then up, and then the straight axle had risen to the limit, and only then could they finally see clearly, the eyes with a red fierce light wrapped in the gap of the steel-like thick helmet.

That's the one. Something alive.

[Baskerville] is a very nameless, but thunderous name, south of the Redek Strait, almost everyone knows this name, and even as long as it is mentioned, they will subconsciously shudder.

This is a madman, a cruel and evil thing hidden in the human body, he has a group of integrated special teams supported purely by third-order contractors, there are no other peripheral military personnel, no chariots, no ambulance team, nothing is not that this team does not need, but human beings other than the third-order grand contractors, it is difficult to survive in this team.

Because the Baskerville commander sometimes can't stop killing.

Whether it is a human or a demon, as long as it is a living creature, he has the desire to destroy, and he really has the ability to destroy all living things around him.

He really killed humans on the battlefield, the warriors of the Holy Cult Army, disemboweled, and drenched in blood

As a result, his name spread almost rigorously in the hinterland of the empire on the north side of the strait, and no newspaper would mention such a person, otherwise it would almost certainly give a bloodthirsty atmosphere to the troops at the front.

It stands to reason that this kind of guy will definitely be sent to a military court sooner rather than later, and then sentenced to shooting, or life imprisonment. But on the contrary, such a person, with the combat strength that is unmatched by a company, a front-line soldier who crossed the strait alone, stepped on the continent of Antarctica without any response, and then completed a 100-kilometer mission in the dark zone of the gates of hell alone, no one wants him to spend the rest of his life in prison, because that is almost the loss of the entire empire.

As a result, he was only restricted to the area of activity, and this person was not allowed to leave the Imperial War Zone except for direct military orders.

And at this moment, this person suddenly appeared in the barren area outside London, on a road that had been repaired for an unknown number of years, and the road surface had long been cracked, which seemed to explain a lot of problems.

Under the lights, the behemoth remained motionless.

In the distance, the entire convoy and the people in the convoy were unusually silent.

No one knew what was going on, no one knew what was going to happen, and no one knew what to do now, all three escort combat teams got out of the car, they picked up their weapons and aimed at the giant demon in front of them, and the turbines of the steam chariot began to spin, constantly accumulating power.

However, this team, which was still huge when it left London, at this moment, for some reason, suddenly seemed to be a little small, and those magnificent turbine systems were running at full strength, and they could not give the people around them a little peace of mind.

Even at the rear of the line, one of the soldiers' hands was shaking, and a lot of fine sweat was oozing from his forehead. He had been on the front lines for a few years, and although he hadn't seen Baskerville, he had heard the name and heard of the demon known as the Hound Dog, so he knew better than anyone around him what he was facing.

But he didn't dare to say it, because if he said it, maybe he was not the only one in this team who couldn't hold the gun steadily.

This silent confrontation was like a file, tormenting everyone's minds, but in fact, it lasted only a minute, and then, from the shoulder of the huge demon, a figure jumped down, if it wasn't for the fact that a cloud moved away, revealing some bright moonlight, it was likely that no one would notice, in short, the figure fell straight down, without any climbing and borrowing in the middle, and fell to the ground with a thud, making a muffled sound.

Under the aim of countless guns, the figure walked out of the shadow of the huge demon little by little, and came to the moonlight, wearing a cloth suit that did not match this season, and seemed to be deliberately imitating a certain older person, there was an old-fashioned atmosphere, above the steam chariot, several large caliber retortor machine guns slowly rose, but the man didn't seem to care at all, walked slowly to the front of the crowd, and said to everyone very politely:

"You've got three minutes, run away."

Such a sentence resounded very clearly under the moonlight, and a person, a huge demon, and a heavily armed convoy formed a strange picture on the barren snowfield outside the city.

No one walked, only the sound of a neat bullet being loaded.

The man still ignored all this, but looked at the armored car in the center of the convoy that looked a little funny because there were too many steel baffles: "Looks like the tester is inside." ”

"Who are you?"

A soldier who looked like the leader of the team stepped out and asked cautiously.

"Like you, a Holy Cult Army, so. You have two minutes left. ”

"What is your purpose?" Seeing that the other party was still able to communicate rationally, the chief immediately went straight to the main body.

"Kill the people in the car and destroy the demons that are accompanying the escort."

No one expected that the person in front of him would say it so bluntly

Not to mention that he is only one person, even if the big demon behind him is very visually impactful, but he is facing the muzzles of nearly a hundred black holes like this, isn't he afraid that he will be bombarded into scum by countless bullets in the next second?

The steam chariot has been recharged, everyone is ready for battle, what this escort mission means, these people know, and the guy who suddenly appeared in front of him has also bluntly stated his origin, so as long as people who are not stupid, they also understand what is about to happen. An experiment that can make a huge difference in the future of the empire, some hope it succeeds, and naturally others want it to fail.

So, the nearly 100 muzzles of the guns were waiting for a voice, a gesture, and then a dense rain of gunfire would be sprayed, baptizing the man and the road in front of him with gunpowder and steel.

It stands to reason that this is how it should be.

But the man in front of him was so calm, he looked like a cognitive madman, didn't he see these people? Don't you see these weapons?

This calmness made everyone's psychology can't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

Baskerville looked at the watch on his wrist and said with a smile:

"There's one more minute I don't mind, but you guys, do you really want to die here?"

The same fluttering sentence.

And in the second that the words fell, a lot of things happened at the same time!

Just listen to a loud shout!

"Fire!"

In an instant, the temperature of countless muzzles burst out of the air in front of dozens of square meters as if it had been steamed dry, and one bullet after another condensed together, because they were all aimed at a position, so in the intensive shooting, the bullets collided with each other in mid-air, and then exploded, and the rotating machine gun above the steam chariot sprayed golden lines, cutting the ground into a deep ravine, and the roar and explosion lit up the night in an instant, startling the surrounding snow.

However, at this moment, that person's body slammed, and the heavy but extremely ghostly moment moved out a distance of more than 20 meters!

said that he was heavy, because his rapid lateral movement did not rely on some tempered body, but simply relied on the terrifying power that human beings should not have in an instant, stomped on the cement road, and directly stepped out of a big hole on the road, and with the explosive reaction force, his body swept in another direction, but because it was too fast, so fast that the gunfire did not arrive, and the human eyes could not keep up with its speed, as if it disappeared directly in front of his eyes.

If you don't keep up with this moment, you can't keep up anymore

The snow that had been piled up on the side of the road for a whole winter was blown into frost by a huge force, and then the wind that swept up to keep up, and the figure that was undoubtedly ordinary people was as fast as if it was shaking, the hair on his forehead was blown back by the wind, and the ordinary cloth clothes on his body whirred, and the Baskerville's feet were slightly staggered, so that the snow that did not have time to fall continued to fly, and then exploded like a bowstring! The clenching of a fist caused some kind of non-existent hum in the air, which converged in an instant, and turned into a muffled thunderous explosion!

"Boom!"

No one's eyes could keep up, no one saw the scene, so no one knew if it was a person or an unbelievably fast cannonball, cutting directly through the white barren snow, making a metallic squeeze sound against the wind. At this moment, the snow curtain rose into the sky, the weeds were torn apart, shattered and shattered into the air, and a shadow rushed towards a steam chariot, and then smashed it out with a punch.

This punch is so ridiculous, how can a flesh and blood body compete with the thickest military armor, even if it is a third-order contractor, the bones and muscles have reached a strength that mortals can't match, but it is still flesh and blood after all.

But since it is absurd, it cannot be viewed with common sense, so, at this moment, the heavy tank was smashed and flew away, and then the second and third, because the line of sight could not keep up, so it all looked like countless invisible demolition hammers were rushing towards those tanks, the tracks were torn, the bearings were broken, and the rotating machine guns were torn off.

Of course, all this happened in a very short moment, the strongest attack force of the entire convoy turned into a pile of smoking scrap metal, and in the midst of the snow, the man's movements set off a violent wind, and there was a loud roar under his feet, and he was already rushing towards the vehicle covered with the most dense armor.

And in the middle of this path, unfortunately, there stood a soldier.

He didn't react to anything, just felt that he had suddenly appeared in a terrifying tornado gale, almost being swept into the sky. Unaware of it, a fist with a devastating aura had pierced through the storm and smashed into the armored vehicle behind him, and by the way, it would surely blast him into a cloud of blood.

"Bang"

This is the second sound that people can make out after that moment.

In an instant, the roar disappeared, the wind seemed to hit the tree, and it collapsed, from devastation to silence, and the snow fell like a waterfall, almost obscuring people's eyes, and at this time, the soldier seemed to finally realize what was happening, and he looked at a back in front of him in shock, and was stretching out a hand, and his five fingers pressed a fist that was running towards the door in front of him, as if it was still compared to the whistling scene just now.

Whether it is before the Sacred Calendar or after the gates of hell are opened, all dramas seem to follow the same path.

Two people are strangers to each other, and they have never had any intersection, but they meet in the vast sea of people, and then when they meet, if they are men and women, they may have some sweet sparks, if they are two men, then there is a high probability that they will really spark, and when they themselves can't tell the truth, ignite attachment or anger, and then set off a monstrous fire!

The former is a lover, the latter is a sworn enemy.

It seems that the extreme feelings of human beings all follow a common principle, that is, confusion.

Sherlock, like all the other citizens of the Empire, had never heard of the name Baskerville, and Baskerville could not have heard of Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes is the name of the detective.

There shouldn't be any intersection between these two people, but it was just by chance that they fought.

Even before, they had forgotten why they were fighting.

I only remember that it was on the side of the street at that time, surrounded by drunk people and dense buildings, so I couldn't push too hard, I couldn't be too presumptuous, for fear of ruining the road and hurting passers-by, and the fight was neither pleasant nor enjoyable.

Then, at this moment, on this empty and boundless snowfield in early spring, facing the bright moonlight, the re-encounter between the two people seems to have a very dramatic component.

Born on the battlefields of Hell's Gate, growing up in the Redek Strait, Baskerville had little to no childhood, no parents, family, family and friends, and his life was filled with corpses and blood, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he was cognitively lacking.

At this time, he looked at the man blocking him in front of him, and his face still showed an incredible expression.

"It's you.?" He tilted his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and then smiled happily, leaking out a row of mutilated teeth as sharp as a blade: "What a coincidence. ”

"yes, that's a coincidence." Sherlock felt no more force on his opponent's fist, and let go of his fingers.

In this way, the two of them stood under the moonlight, in the billowing smoke from the steam chariot next to them, like two old friends who had not seen each other for many years.

So, in the night wind, the killing intent grew stronger.

More than 4,000 words, a chapter today, the baby doesn't have a fever, it should be able to return to normal updates soon, thank you for your understanding, mua~

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