After the Baskervilles and Sherlock made eye contact, they did not say a word, nor did they make any superfluous movements, and naturally shifted their gaze, it seems that the demon butcher did not want to deal with Sherlock.

At the same time, he didn't pay attention to the dozens of soldiers who were standing in danger, just looked out the window at the white mountains outside, and didn't know what he was thinking.

In fact, it is hard to believe that Baskerville appeared in this car because he was coming to meet Sherlock.

Fate is sometimes a very interesting thing, this front-line commander is actually not familiar with Sherlock, but I don't know why, every time they meet, it is accompanied by a battle, thinking about the battle on the outskirts of London more than half a year ago, and almost fighting each other's lives.

Two people who haven't spoken a few times from beginning to end, but inexplicably have a strange relationship of 'you are bound to live or die', and under this relationship, this bloodthirsty officer even came to receive each other in person, which makes everything even more ridiculous and interesting.

But no matter how reluctant Baskerville was, the order came directly from the top general of the front, General Patton, ———.

Baskerville was born and grew up on the battlefield, in this sick and cruel environment, a large number of people die every day, and he has been immersed in death since he was a child, and he has long been immersed in death without the kind of family or friendship that a normal person should have.

In the entire Holy Cult Army, his position is only a front-line commander, but he never really participates in the command, but goes to the battlefield in person, and every time he performs the most dangerous and cruel tasks, his military rank is not high, just a colonel-level officer, but almost no one can dictate to him, except for the assigned tasks, in the entire front, he only listens to General Patton's words.

So, he came after all.

But it's just that someone is coming, and he's not going to say a word to the guy in front of him for the time being.

Sherlock was also happy to relax, and sat down on his own, ready to enjoy the scenery along the way, an act that made the panicked soldiers envious.

I think it's really the happiest ignorant person, if this guy knows what kind of person the officer in front of him is, maybe he is too scared to get into the car at this time.

The coastal city area of the Redek Strait is huge, after Lord Dante rushed into hell and intercepted the second demonic invasion by himself, the area controlled by humans in the entire strait has been expanded explosively, extending to more than 200 kilometers in the Antarctic continent, and in such a vast area, the permafrost urban area built by human beings does not need to consider the floor area, urban planning and other issues, it is extremely arrogant and presumptuous, and the road is wide enough to drive seven or eight armored combat vehicles side by side, The huge artillery that was transported along the way was parked on the side of the road, and it didn't feel crowded.

At 6 p.m., Sherlock finally arrived at a hotel that looked extremely large, said to be a hotel, but it was almost three times the size of London's Guildhall, and from a distance it looked like a giant ship at sea.

He didn't have any luggage, so after getting out of the car, he was led directly by the service staff to his room.

After spending 15 minutes, taking a hot shower, and eating some simple food that had been prepared in the room, Sherlock sat on the couch, feeling the softness he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Why did Baskerville show up on the transporter that picked him up?

And it looks like the guy is staying at this hotel as well.

Sherlock didn't bother with these questions, and the other party would take the initiative to tell him sooner or later anyway.

So, he just boredly flipped through the newspaper in the room, waiting for the knock that was about to come.

Meanwhile, on the first floor of the hotel, the soldiers who had participated in the mission had gathered together after they had settled in:

"How do you get him?"

A man closed the door to the room and asked directly.

"Can't fight."

The tall and sturdy Saint Cult soldier gave a bottom line, although along the way, this group of soldiers had suffered enough, and finally had a chance to vent their grievances all the way, but after thinking about it again, they still couldn't really do anything with Sherlock.

No matter how bad the other party is, he is a second-order contractor after all, although he has not been trained on the front line, and a civilian will definitely not have any killing and fighting techniques, but the physical strength of the second order is still there, and if he really wants to beat him, he will definitely make a big noise, plus now the front-line officer who can't be provoked doesn't know why, and he also stayed in this hotel, so it makes a big fuss and makes him unhappy, so it's bad.

"But it doesn't matter, at the commendation meeting after a while, I will expose that guy's face in front of everyone. If I hadn't been able to move the soul vision device to the venue, I'd love to press him to that machine and see how he managed to make a contract with a wild demon in two hours! ”

Speaking of this, everyone in the room showed extremely satisfied expressions.

In this realm where the strong and honor are highly respected, exposing a person's hypocritical lies and tearing off the hateful disguise is much more refreshing for these soldiers than inflicting pain on the other party, after all, a beating is just a few days of soaking in the repair solution and the job is over, and what they want is to make the guy named Sherlock never look up again.

"Don't worry that guy ran away, I've already asked Victor to keep an eye on him, and when the time comes, at the commendation meeting, even if it's dragging, we'll drag him over."

Another hour passed, and no matter how much Sherlock slowed down his reading, he had finished reading all the newspapers.

So he pushed open the door of his room, went out into the hallway, and lit a cigarette out the window.

Glancing across the corridor, I could see a person sitting on a chair, looking at myself very leisurely, this person he knew, a person in the mission team, and he appeared here now, I guess he was afraid that he would run away.

Sherlock smiled, and wondered that the character of these front-line soldiers who 'must seek justice if they suffer a loss' is too tough, but it is also quite cute.

Before a cigarette could be burned, suddenly, the door to another room in the hallway was pushed open, and Professor George Sr. walked out.

Seeing that Sherlock was also arranged to live on this floor, he hurriedly walked over with a smile:

"It's been really hard for you along the way."

There was great gratitude in his tone, in fact, since the Darwin resuscitation experiment, he had thought of many ways to thank him for his contribution to this experiment and the entire empire, but he found that Sherlock seemed to suddenly evaporate from the world, so that he could not be found.

"Actually, it's not hard, it's quite novel to come to the front line, otherwise staying in London will be a little boring after all."

Sherlock said, and this calm tone made Professor George Sr. sigh with emotion:

"I know that you are not destined to be an ordinary person, and there may be some things that are just an unusual experience for you.

But I still want to thank you.

More than half a year ago, for the sake of daily brainwave data, you sometimes even had to establish a contract relationship with dozens of demons a day, and as soon as the former one stabilized, it was knocked out by the latter again, and you didn't rest for days and nights.

You alone carry the data output of the entire wild demon control experiment.

Without you, there wouldn't be all that we are now.

I don't know why the government forbade your achievements to be made public, but I've always emphasized that the whole experiment was basically held up by you alone. ”

Professor George said very sincerely, although he had said these words countless times, but every time he had the opportunity, he would repeat them again, and even had a feeling that he would never be able to say enough.

It's like an old man who always wants to brag to his juniors about what kind of legend he experienced back then.

And his words, following the wind through the crack in the window, drifted leisurely to the end of the corridor, and then stabbed ferociously into the ears of the stalking soldier named Victor.

His mouth opened slightly, his glasses widened and rounded, and his mind buzzed.

He was completely confused, wondering if he had a nervous breakdown from the tiredness of the past few days, and had auditory hallucinations.

Fortunately, the strong willpower honed by the front-line fighting still made him forcibly relieve himself in this shock, and in the dizziness that did not dissipate, he suddenly thought of something, so he couldn't stop shouting at himself in his head.

The commendation meeting will begin soon.

No, no, no!!

Gotta hurry up and stop them!!

(It's the end of the month, woo woo, let's count the tickets.) ）

(End of chapter)