In the smoke that had not yet dissipated, Sherlock in the bushes did not look up, he just closed his eyes, quietly perched in the shadow of the wall, motionless, as if he had really become a mass of very regular pruned branches.

And those slight winds blowing around are walking through the wall step by step with clearer and clearer steps.

The footsteps were slow, but extremely heavy, stepping on the gravel made a light sound, these guards did not become slack because of the arrival of the third echelon, because in the few minutes just now, they had seen the strength of the invaders, so even if those two people were already dying people without any hope of survival, they had already composed, using the most standard street fighting forward pressure tactics, moving slowly, not daring to advance at all.

And just as the gun in a man's hand crossed the wall, and the sight saw the wall for the first time, there was no hiding enemy, only a whoosh, something slashed through the man's ear at an incredible speed, bringing out a cold gust of wind.

At the same time, in the low bushes, a black shadow suddenly burst out, even a few points faster than the sound of the wind just now, but it was extremely unreal and did not make a sound.

The soldier standing at the front was naturally not slow to react, and in an instant, he immediately reflexively wanted to turn the muzzle of the gun and shoot at the black shadow. But he suddenly found that his body was out of control, at this moment, his consciousness only felt an unimaginable sharp pain in the entire neck, and then his head was directly folded in half with his spine at a terrible angle, and the last picture he saw was the stars covered by gunsmoke above his head, and he didn't have time to sigh at the vague beauty, let alone let out even a scream, he lost his life so simply and directly, his body staggered, and fell to the ground.

Of course, at the same time as he died, the shadow had also rushed out of the bushes fiercely, and in the same way, his ferocity was still silent, as if at this moment, the whole world had been pulled out of the stereo, and a soldier next to him had raised his gun, but a huge force passed up the barrel, and it slashed the gun like a shovel on its throat!

"Click!"

The cartilage between the throats shattered in response, but the black shadow did not stop for a moment, the body suddenly staggered to the side, and the back pressed into the arms of another guard, so that the gun in his hand could not be raised normally, at this moment, the hand that had just shattered the cartilage between the throats had already clenched into a fist, directly turned over and twisted the elbow, and hammered on the opponent's chest with a very small amplitude, the soldier's combat uniform seemed to have a hard steel plate, used to resist the bullet, but it could not resist the terrifying power through the bulletproof clothing, and the murderous shock into the body.

A stream of heat instantly surged up from his chest, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and he only felt his heart twitch a few times, and his whole body was paralyzed, and he was no longer alive.

And until this time, the first sound of breaking wind had also crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and smashed firmly into the helmet of the soldier at the back of the five-person team, which was the most ordinary stone, but the hard goggles could not resist the impact like a small cannonball, only leaving a crack and a small hole in the glass, as for the face inside, it was already bloody and blurred.

All of this, only happened in an instant, and from beginning to end, there was no too much noise, and it was able to kill four people in an instant, this ability is undoubtedly terrifying, and it can even be said to be incredible, but it is already so incredible, it is still not enough, because the search team is five people, at this moment, the fifth person has already reflected, and his finger has been pulled on the trigger, as long as a gunshot sounds, everything is over.

But at this dangerous moment, there was a sudden muffled sound.

The soldier in the distance leaned straight back, and a small hole appeared in his helmet and the door of his head at the same time.

It's such a bizarre death

The small hole was undoubtedly a bullet hole, but it didn't make any sound. Sherlock looked in the opposite direction of the bullet hole, only to see Watson make a 'you're welcome' gesture to himself, and dived into the darkness.

Looking at the corpse in front of him again, Sherlock couldn't help but feel extremely interested, it was strange that a gun could fire without making a sound.

He didn't know where Watson's gun came from, but at this juncture, he quickly hid the corpse on the ground while no one was paying attention.

In the next few minutes, Sherlock and Watson silently cooperated to clear out the four teams of searching soldiers, this situation once again brought terrible pressure to the searching soldiers, because everyone knew that the intruder was in these blocks, and everyone knew that as long as the target was found, then the other party would directly face the crushing of the four large demons, but. I just couldn't find it, and gradually, the remaining guards sensed that something was wrong, and it seemed that some of their companions had quietly disappeared, and in the smoke and dust that had not dispersed, something was quietly devouring the fresh lives one by one.

The four contractors of the third echelon stood on the outside of the block angrily, they didn't understand why it had been three minutes and they hadn't found the target, in fact, they wanted to rush in to find it themselves, but they were told that the intruder was very strong, and if they rushed into the area where they were hiding, they were likely to be assassinated, and the demons around the periphery were not suitable for squeezing into the buildings to find people, it was not efficient, and it would give the target a chance to escape.

However, no one will waver in the slightest degree in the outcome of this encirclement and suppression, let alone propose to blast directly towards these streets indiscriminately, as long as everything that can be seen is razed to the ground, then the intruder will definitely die.

Because the rat in the jar, no matter how much you toss, there is only one end.

And just like that, another three minutes passed

The block in front of them is like a black hole, from time to time there will be fresh life swallowed into it, some teams find the corpse in the corner, some teams find fresh blood stains on the ground, they will also be afraid, and even under the natural worship psychology of the soldiers for the strong, they will have a strange admiration for the two invaders, thinking, could it be that those two guys can really use this smoke of gunpowder to hide all the time, and even find a momentary opportunity, and then break out of the encirclement with some kind of strong and admirable attitudeand disappear into the night.

Sherlock didn't know if he could, but he didn't give up.

However, at this moment, his hand easily broke through the helmet of a soldier, and his fist crushed the opponent's head in the steel confined space, just as he was about to dive into the dust.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew

This gust of wind blew suddenly from the outer city, and was not blocked by too many buildings, but was squeezed more wildly by the buildings that lined up, and blew through the clothes of some stranded people, and through the muzzles of the soldiers in the inner city who had not yet fully wielded their hot guns, and blew through the long streets and alleys, and also blew through the dense smoke and dust that had not dispersed for several minutes.

In an instant, the moon and stars were scarce, and the light above the stars gathered together, pouring down the pitch-black sky, illuminating everything below so clearly.

It's a rare night, and if you see such a night in London, I don't know how many men and women will look at each other and smile at each other, and then kiss sweetly in the street.

But at this moment, for Sherlock, who is dripping with blood on his hands, it is undoubtedly the most dangerous alarm bell.

Because at this moment, on the other side of the street, a group of soldiers in the search team who had just appeared subconsciously turned their heads, and then he saw that on the other side of the street dozens of meters away, under the bright moonlight, there was a person

A man in a long trench coat.

Suddenly looking back, the eyes met.

There was no stunned, no exclamation, only the most resolute 'bang' of gunshot!

(End of chapter)