"Grass!"

"What the is going on?!"

In the darkness, some people shouted a few times, completely unaware of what was going on, and then spread panic, people lost their targets all of a sudden, and did not react at the first time, while some people reacted quickly, and turned on the tactical flashlight at the front of the muzzle in the second second after the darkness fell, and some simply pulled the trigger directly!

Da-da-da-da!

A few scattered gunshots rang out, then through the narrow corridor, clanging against the blast shields of the soldiers on the other side of the corridor, eliciting a burst of invective, and then more and more tactical flashlights lit up.

The entire corridor was still dim under the illumination of dozens of light sources, but it could be regarded as an unobstructed view, and at this time, the two teams of soldiers had already been empty, and the rebel had disappeared without a trace.

"! What about people?! ”

The people on both sides quickly gathered in the middle, and there were no windows or doors in the entire corridor, where did this guy go?

Where else can I run? Lilith looked up, looked at the exhaust vent that was constantly releasing hypnotic gases above her head, her face was gloomy, and then she quickly pulled out the walkie-talkie.

"Attention to all personnel outside the building, the target has infiltrated the ventilation ducts, and is under close surveillance!"

It was just a short order, but the team of seven or eight hundred people outside the museum was instantly ready for it, and they had seen the video of this traitor fleeing half a year ago no less than twenty times, and they knew very well how powerful that guy was and the ability to escape, so it was naturally impossible to relax a little.

Lilith hung up the phone in annoyance, in order to find this guy, she spent so long, and finally blocked him, why did she lose the power at this time?

This is certainly not a coincidence.

Don't look at Sherlock's usual carelessness, but in some key details, he is very meticulous, such as when he first entered this museum, he first found the power supply area, and then made a very simple physical device to create a power outage.

This is done by buying an old-fashioned watch on the street, removing the dial, wrapping two wires around the hour and minute hands, and tying them to the wires of the power supply.

In this way, every hour, when the hour and minute hands coincide, the current is suddenly connected, resulting in a short circuit.

In normal times, when Sherlock was reading literature here, he would go out for a few minutes every hour, not to pee, but to temporarily remove the wires from his watch, and if he didn't do so, the power outage would follow.

For so long, he did this every day, to avoid being suddenly blocked in the museum.

In the ventilation duct, Sherlock crawled quickly, quickly kicked open a grid window that led to the outside of the building, and then lunged forward, rushing into the nearest corner of the wall.

The wind outside was very strong, and from a distance, you could see that the outer building was full of bright and dazzling lights, and the heavily armed soldiers were three layers inside and three layers outside, and there were helicopters hovering in the sky, the cockpit doors were basically open, and the soldiers inside were holding machine guns, cautiously observing the situation below.

There are dangers everywhere, and this battle, Sherlock has long expected it, since Lilith has found herself, she will definitely not bring only a few dozen people. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that this was an urban area, Lilith would probably be able to bring a fully equipped army over.

In short, Sherlock was surrounded, the dry wind of hell blowing across his cheeks, and he knew that every second he was here could suddenly be attacked by fire from all sides.

There is nothing to complain about, being able to cultivate in this world for a full 6 months has far exceeded his expectations.

So he narrowed his eyes and watched as the soldiers in the distance began to press towards him.

The museum is surrounded by a square, although it is not big, but it does not give itself any place to hide, for half a year, I coincidentally found a blind girl, and her younger brother, who is not too bright, walking among the crowd through a deer hunting hat and a wide trench coat, and can read so much history in this museum without arousing too much suspicion.

Honestly, this luck is already good.

And at this moment, he no longer has the room for opportunism, facing the armed men who are getting closer and closer to him, he knows that if he wants to survive in this world, he can't rely on cleverness and luck after all.

finally

"He's !! here"

Suddenly, there was a shrill roar overhead.

Seven seconds after Sherlock climbed out of the vent, he was spotted by an armed man on a helicopter, who shouted loudly into the intercom, loud enough that Sherlock could hear it, and the next moment, the overhead revolver machine gun was already frantically pouring bullets at the tiny figure below!

Suddenly, a sharp rain of bullets fell from the sky, crackling into the ground, and then exploded a large cloud of smoke and dust, Sherlock leaned over, under the cover of the wall of the building, dodging the flying shrapnel as much as possible, and the troops in the distance got the order, they all accelerated the speed of encirclement, looking through the scorching dust, looking at the flickering lights in the distance, like a god of death coming out of the netherworld, carrying a sickle that emitted a deadly cold light, about to harvest his own life.

"Boom Boom Boom ~ Da Da Da ~ "

There were a few more helicopters overhead, the high-speed rotating propeller blades made a deafening hum, and the miniguns below kept spinning, constantly spitting red and blue flames, and I didn't know what material these guns were made of, and under the constant firing, there was no need to cool down at all, as if as long as Sherlock didn't die, then these bullets would never stop.

He threw himself to the ground, his hair that had been groomed for half a year looked messy like weeds again, a wall that had just been used as a bunker was being pierced by high-speed bullets, and then it was completely torn apart in a matter of seconds, several armored vehicles joined the battle, the weapons assembled on both sides began to make strange and dull sounds, Sherlock lowered his head as best he could, in order to reduce his cross-sectional area, just a few centimeters away from the ground, as if it had been ploughed by gunpowder, the flat square floor had already been lifted by bullets, and the surrounding fire was dissipated, let those bullets envelop the entire area like raindrops, a huge whistling sound, the sound of bullets penetrating, the sound of horror......

Of course, these are just the beginning, after the last rebel escape, these soldiers will not make any unnecessary mistakes, the firepower has formed a cross network without dead ends, leaving Sherlock not even a second of respite, regardless of losses, ammunition, time, so incomparably steady little by little towards the direction where Sherlock is, not arrogant, not impatient, not leaving a trace of hope, spitting out endless gunfire constantly cutting the air, emitting a piercing scream, Blowing up the oxygen around him, the bullets carrying huge kinetic energy shattered the concrete walls around the museum little by little, and sharp concrete shards flew and smashed mercilessly on Sherlock's body in an irregular path, and he couldn't even tilt his head out a little to see how far away the soldiers were.

The people of this world live in despair, before the human race established this last city, they have been fighting against mutated creatures for hundreds of years, when it comes to killing and iron blood, they are no worse than the people on the other side of the rift in time and space, although the population is extremely low, but after hundreds of years of scientific and technological development, those cutting-edge weapons can make a very small number of people show an incomparably terrifying combat intensity, those murder weapons at this moment, showed their incomparably terrifying power, Sherlock even felt, Even now that his body has recovered, in the face of such uninterrupted firepower, he will only feel his own insignificance, and experience the despair that leaves no room for anything.

A person who lives in a world that does not accept him is bound to be hopeless.

But since Sherlock passed through the gates of hell, he has not survived in despair, he fled in despair, lived in despair, ate, slept, swept the floor, handed out leaflets, received wages, bought groceries, cooked, and washed dishes.

Despair, in Sherlock's eyes, seems to have become a norm, just like the people in this world who wait for death. Therefore, people in this world are constantly struggling in despair, so it is absolutely impossible for Sherlock to lose the motivation to survive because of despair. The gunfire behind him was getting closer and closer, and the interception team on the other side remained motionless, blocking Sherlock's only escape route.

There is no escape.

And the helicopter overhead occupies absolute air supremacy, a soldier with a machine gun in his hand unscrupulously shoots wildly at the embarrassed figure below, no matter what, that guy can't fly, so in most concepts, hit the ground at high altitude, then the people below are only passively beaten.

Seeing that the rebel could only desperately dodge and move between the walls of the building under the pouring of his own firepower, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of himself, and the soldier got a certain pleasure of revenge in his heart.

But suddenly, he saw the figure below suddenly jump, clasped his fingers on the wall of the building next to him, climbed to the top of the museum in a few steps, and then picked up an air conditioner on the roof of the top floor, slammed off the connection between the chassis and the refrigeration pipe, and then threw it towards the helicopter he was riding in!

"Grass dodge! Dodge! ”

The soldier with the machine gun shouted.

But the helicopter is a thing, after all, it still has to follow some physical laws, it takes a few seconds from hovering to accelerating, and the speed of the air conditioner is extremely fast, like a boxy cannonball, smashing straight on the tail propeller of the plane.

"Boom!" With a bang, the rapidly rotating propeller was directly smashed into a blade, and the entire fuselage suddenly lost control and began to spin wildly, and then with a roar like the engine jammed, it smashed into the crowd below.

Sherlock gasped heavily, and the several exploding blood holes in his shoulders were shocking, and he couldn't have climbed to the top of the building with extreme strength.

But there was no other way out, in this situation, all opportunistic ways to escape would seem ridiculous, only a frontal breakthrough, so, Sherlock ignored the new injuries on his body, took advantage of the gap of a few seconds after the helicopter fell, jumped up again, and after his body hit the ground, he suddenly leaned down and rushed towards the direction of the crowd at high speed.

This scene looks so weird, the soldiers in the inner and outer three layers, the muzzles of countless black holes, a row of armored combat vehicles ready to go, and cold and killing war weapons, they are neatly gathered together, and the first to rush over is just a figure that is so small that it will be blown into dust in an instant.

"Boom!" With a bang, the helicopter finally fell into the crowd, the rapidly rotating propeller frantically rolled up the dust, the broken fan blades turned into a real death scythe this time, shattering the soldiers who did not have time to disperse, the onlookers on the periphery screamed and scattered, with a simmering creeping sound, a small flame suddenly ignited at the connection between the engine and the fuel tank, and instantly rushed into the narrow helicopter body, and then a burst of fire soared into the sky.

Just like the war drums were beaten before the start of the war, in an instant, the gunfire sounded at a dense frequency that could not be distinguished, under the firelight, a horizontal turbulent death waterfall was formed, and some dull large-caliber shelling sounds were interspersed during the period, and on the square that was not too big, several small pits more than ten centimeters deep appeared in an instant, fortunately, these gunfire started too suddenly, too intensively, shaking the eyes of some snipers in the distance, otherwise in the last second, the rebel seed had already entered the shooting range of these elite snipers.

Sherlock's body was like a ghost, frantically moving sideways in the dense rain of fire, once in his own world, he could escape under the full bombardment of the undead veterans.

But at that time, he was not fighting alone after all, he still had crimson by his side, and he also had the strength of the contractor to repair his injuries, but now, he had nothing.

The gravel in front of him obscured his vision, he stepped on the debris all over the ground and the broken shrapnel scattered on the ground, like a bird flying close to the ground, the blood on his shoulder was constantly flying backwards at high speed, this is the clearest injury he knows now, and within two seconds of running forward, he has been shot in at least seven or eight places, he has been torn off the body armor from a soldier half a year ago, and he is wearing it on the inside of the windbreaker at this moment, although it has resisted some damage, but there is no less bone that should be broken, None of the bullets that should have been embedded in the limbs fell.

Just listen to "Boom! With a loud bang, a small missile that had pierced through the rain of bullets exploded at Sherlock's feet. This small-range motion capture missile can quickly lock onto a high-speed moving object, and then accurately hit the target within 100 meters.

"I hit him!!"

Behind the console, a soldier shouted excitedly! In fact, he knew that he shouldn't have been so excited, even if the other party was a traitor, but under the bombardment of human high-tech weapons, how could he survive alone.

It's all meant to happen.

However. In the next second, a soldier's pupils suddenly constricted as he looked at the bloody body that had been blown up and flew out.

"Grass! This guy did it on purpose!! ”

(End of chapter)