The moonlight was clear, the killing intent was strong, and the night wind blew between the two, which seemed to be the most comfortable scene, but the thick smoke, the people struggling to get up on the ground, the bullet casings scattered on the ground, the wailing, and the driver who had finally climbed out of the lid of the car after half his life was wasted in a few steam chariots in the distance, all made this moment extremely strange.

At that moment, the man with gold-rimmed glasses in front of him overturned the entire convoy.

Dry flip in the real physical sense

How many third-order contractors are there in the empire? There are a few that can do it to this extent. All those who still retained consciousness could only be amazed, frightened, faster than the wind and bullets, and the fist heavier than the boulder falling from the landslide, this was just a contractor, and the quiet hill-like demon not far away had not yet moved, and in the face of such a scene, it seemed that no one could raise even the slightest trace of fighting intent.

But what is even more incredible to everyone is why the person in charge of the experimental demonstration, the person who seems to be eating by his brain, and who is said to have covered all the mental energy consumption items in the entire experimental process, can block such a punch!

No one can figure it out.

There was no time to think about it, because Sherlock had already spoken, "Go over there"

"Good"

Killing, sleepiness, and alcohol are all the same thing, in the sleepiness of 5 o'clock in the morning in winter, no one can leave the bed, and in the hearty drinking, everyone wants to drink a few more glasses.

In the same way, if the killing intent is strong to a certain extent, then it must be covered in blood, and the bones and tendons must be broken!

Sherlock walked up to the huge transporter, jumped lightly, and came to the roof of the car, the fleshy hand that had no protection clenched tightly, and tham! It slammed into the container behind it.

Cracks began to spread along the place where the fist had fallen, and the dark blue demonic tranquilizer inside began to flow out.

Then, the figure jumped high again, and in an instant fell into the snowfield dozens of meters away, and in this way, left the people who protected him.

However, no one stopped him.

This entire convoy, with nearly 100 people, actually understands in their hearts that now. The people who need to be protected are themselves

The snow pressed down all winter, far away from the traffic route, without any cleaning, the moonlight shone on it, like a silver sand, those soldiers who did not faint looked at it blankly, only felt that the figure just now was swallowed by countless lights, quiet, but dangerous.

At about the same time, a hurricane followed the howl, pushing countless snow to both sides, in fact, the distance of tens of meters is not close, even if a red-eyed wild horse wants to run over, it will take a few seconds.

But in the eyes of Sherlock and Baskerville, it was actually terrible.

It was such a wordless lunge, still in front of the crowd a moment ago, and at this time it had already come to Sherlock's eyes, even faster and more ferocious than when he dodged the shot just now, and there was even a sense of grandeur that simply wanted to crush Sherlock with the speed of this moment. And under the blessing of this terrifying speed, a mountain-breaking fist slammed down against Sherlock's face in a state where speed pushed speed and power superimposed power.

People in the distance couldn't make out what kind of collision was taking place between the two fingernail-like silhouettes, but in an instant, there was a huge explosion in the very center of the entire snowfield, and the impact blasted a large crater with the incredible wind that had accumulated for the whole winter.

The air waves in the snow, the gravel, crackled and smashed on the faces of everyone around them, bulletproof vests, and helmets, and even a few people were hit in the nose by the stones hidden in the snow curtain, and began to bleed uncontrollably.

As the man said at the beginning, he just wanted the demon and the people in the car.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

This doesn't sound like the sound of flesh colliding, it's more like the huge roar of those heavy machines in the factory, and in the distance, there are only two people, so this is what happens when they fight, the fist dodge brings a strong wind, and a simple action at will, smashing on the ground, can burst out a few flying stones, into the eyes, startling nearly a hundred trembling hearts.

But everyone clearly understands that the battle has not yet begun.

The battle between the third-order contractors is not a human, but a demon, so the breathing hill has not moved, which means that everything has not started yet, it is just a warm-up.

And that's when . Suddenly, under the cover of a distant pop, "Click~Click~"

There was a slight sound that some people with good ears heard, so they turned their heads to follow the sound and saw that behind the huge transport cart behind him, in the vessel containing the third-order Great Demon, the tranquilizer had been drained, and a pair of large hands intertwined with flesh and bones were slowly squeezing through the glass and stretching out

Then, tearing the thick glass through a more spacious opening, he stood up like waking up from a big dream, a giant who had just woken up from a deep sleep, although it seemed to be a little thin compared to the mountain in the distance, but the agility and strength contained in the streamlined body were still unbeatable when washed by the moonlight!

Crimson woke up.

And so, the mountain in the distance woke up.

Wake up so lazy, heavy, slow like a mountain lifted its heavy head, the scales covering the surface of the body rubbing against each other, and some sparks appeared in the stinging sting.

The Hound of the Baskervilles, this is a name that has been circulated on the front line of the Gates of Hell, and the Baskervilles themselves have never given any name to their demons, the mountains and the hounds are not related things, but he doesn't care, because no matter what, in his hands, it will only be squinting bloodthirsty eyes, baring bloody teeth, fingertips are all shredded flesh that tears open the living body, and the scales are bloody that cannot be washed.

At this moment, the huge body of six meters high suddenly swooped down into the snow curtain, and the hound naturally moved, and this movement, everyone only felt that the entire ground was brought into a terrifying tremor, no one could have imagined that the heavy and thick body, suddenly started, it was so angry that it swallowed mountains and rivers, the speed was unimaginable, just like an invisible mountaintop of the moonlight fell tens of millions of tons of boulders, roaring and smashing into the plain, some had just been injured, The warriors lying on the ground were even stirred by this terrible vibration and vomited out a few taels of blood!

And behind a scrapped armored vehicle, a bespectacled civilian stood dumbfounded, he had stood like this from the beginning, staring with incredible eyes as the two demons galloped off into the distance

He opened his mouth, trembling all over, and his hands were still holding the data he had just read in the carriage

At this moment, he seemed to see some incomparably precious picture, and he was incoherent in the fierce fight, and after a long time, he finally shouted out in a loud voice:

"Pen! Give me a pen!! ”

(End of chapter)