In the early hours of the morning, this should be the sleepiest time of the day, but the ancient Roman city was not a real city, all its hotels and hotels were government property, and there were not many of them, after all, there were not too many outsiders here.

And there are too many events in this inheritance ceremony, and the abdication declaration came too suddenly, resulting in a huge stranded crowd, and from time to time there will be people on the street who have not grabbed the ticket, let alone the hotel, and can only wander aimlessly, and a man who walks by with a hat will not get too much attention because of this.

Soon, the man came to the checkpoint leading to the inner city, but instead of continuing on, he quietly blended into the shadows of the buildings next to him, and then every now and then a gust of wind blew through the alleys, and a shadow jumped quickly along the gaps between the walls, climbing up several buildings that were not tall, overlooking the streets below, but at the same time hiding themselves with the help of the shadows of the taller buildings.

Above the sky, several airships were circling, flashing their dazzling searchlights downward, and this traceable light source naturally could not catch the man who melted into the shadows, he seemed to know the city well, knew where every alley led, knew where each level was fortified.

Some footsteps came into his ears, the lights in the corner reflected the shadow of the building, leaving a glimmer of light in the line of sight that could guess its location, a city's defense should be planned, how to use the best location, to spread the defense area to the maximum, this is a very professional person can design, then others can design, Sherlock can actually can, a certain street is high, then the sentry here can see a larger area, and a small road can avoid the surveillance from the heights, Then there must be hidden hidden cards in this path.

As long as you know enough about a certain industry, then many things can be traced.

Moreover, he had in his mind the structure of the whole city, every building, every street, the underground drainage facilities, and even some routes that people who had lived in the city for many years did not know, all of which he had memorized deeply.

Twenty minutes later, a manhole cover in the shadows of the inner city was pushed open, he climbed out unhurriedly, and then pushed the manhole cover back with his foot, and the light of the dim street lamp that he glimpsed changed for a moment, it was intertwined with another beam of light, he walked sideways into the back of a tree, very cleverly staggered with a sudden searchlight line, not more than a second, no more than a second, just so low his head, continue to walk, but no one can see it.

After a few more minutes, several guards armed with guns walked over, and they didn't find anything, there seemed to be some sound in the corner of the wall more than ten meters away, and a dutiful guard immediately raised the illuminator equipped with the muzzle, but there was nothing there.

In short, if there is a pair of people who can see this scene, they will be very surprised, because the man seems to be able to seize the gap and blind spot every time, shuttle between the patrolling guards, and sometimes even walk past with a few people, but it is extremely strange that no one will find it, he is like a prophet who can see the future, shuttling through the city, and the speed is quite fast.

Eventually, he swooped into a low lawn at a great speed, staggered under a passing military chariot, dodged a lot of eyes, but did not make any sound, and then rose from the ground with great agility, jumped over the fence more than four meters high, and fell lightly into a bush, without even touching a leaf.

In front of him, it was the ordinary-looking building, the car carrying the medical team had just left, and the search of the doctors had just ended, and the guards at the door gasped tiredly, and no one noticed that a shadow had clinged to the vines or protrusions outside the building, and it was incredibly speeding towards the top of the building.

Sherlock's entire process of entering the target area is extremely strange and cannot be imitated.

No one can always call the urban structure in his mind like him, no one can calculate the surrounding sounds, lights, shadows, people's visual direction, the route of progress, the speed, and even the gap between turning the head or blinking an eye for a moment, which requires not only agile skills, but also a huge amount of information support, as well as a huge amount of predictive reasoning a few seconds in advance.

Anyway, he quietly pushed open an unlocked window and found that it was a bathroom, and I have to say, luckily, so he went straight to the pool and turned on the faucet.

Soon, a guard who heard the sound of water walked in, and his eyes were immediately attracted to the faucet, but before he could doubt it, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and he lost consciousness.

Ten seconds later, the guard stepped out of the bathroom and continued his patrol in the same direction, though the brim of his hat was pressed a little lower.

The medical team only has more than 40 people, but after entering the building, they walked in the corridor that was not very spacious, and it seemed to be huge, but fortunately, there were not many checkpoints that they had passed before, so when they entered the building, there were not so many guards accompanying them, otherwise, it would even seem crowded.

These people were taken to a door, and after entering the door, there was a small corridor of about three meters, which was constantly sprayed with a potion with a strong smell of alcohol, which seemed to be used for disinfection, so all the medical personnel put on olecranon masks, and after disinfection, officially entered the room.

Of course, the guards couldn't let these medical staff alone, so a group of guards also wore special disinfectant clothes and masks to filter their breath, followed into the room, and continued to guard the group of doctors with guns in hand.

Although it seems a little disrespectful, for a former emperor, everyone accepts it.

This room is not small, you can see through a wide glass, there is a special hospital bed inside, surrounded by a lot of medical equipment and needles that look very painful, if Watson is not mistaken, this should be the usual place where Augustine the Great stays, but I am a little curious, if those terrible needles are all poked into a person's body, how much pain that person will suffer.

And curiosity is curiosity, Watson's movements in his hands did not delay at all, and the surrounding medical staff began to prepare the medical equipment he brought, and Watson did the same, but if someone paid special attention to him at this time, he could find that his medical equipment looked a little simple.

Because he's in the forehead. Some syringes are disassembled.

Then he pulled off the hanging ear of the stethoscope, as if to put together the refill of a pen, he took off the wedding ring he was wearing, straightened it vigorously, and stuffed it into the syringe, and the steel ring on the periphery of the pocket watch seemed to be a little thick after being removed, and it was very coincidentally close to the muzzle of the gun that had begun to take on the shape of a firearm.

In short, it only took a few seconds for a gun to appear in Watson's hand, and he quietly pushed it into his cuff as if nothing had happened.

But at this moment, suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Watson turned around and saw a guard looking at him.

"What are you doing?"

The other party asked.

(End of chapter)