Three days have passed since absorbing the blood of the first corrosive dog.

And for the past three days, Sherlock has to fight a demon almost every night, and the purpose is, of course, to kill this demon and then absorb its energy.

It is now almost certain that these mutated creatures already have a certain trait under long-term sun exposure, whether it is radiation or genetic mutation, it doesn't matter, anyway, this trait flows in their blood, and this thing is the source of his contract power for Sherlock.

Looking back now, it is estimated that Dante regained his contract power by eating the flesh and blood of demons in this world.

But what information did Dante get in this world, why did he keep silent about everything in this world, and why did he take that embryo, that is, Nightingale?

Sherlock didn't have enough clues to sort out these questions for the time being, and his current energy was still focused on how to escape from the city, but he was a little surprised that the old man, who had been recuperating in the seaside town for thirty years, turned out to have the most and biggest puzzle between the two worlds.

"Oooooo————oo

There was a knock on the door, and after Sherlock's permission, an extremely strong man who looked like a bodyguard pushed the door open, he did not enter the room, but stood outside the door very well, and bowed to the house: "Mr. Hopkins, tonight's duel is about to begin, what do we need to prepare?" ”

His tone was very respectful, and even there was a faint fear between the lines, no matter what world it is, people in the underground circle have a common characteristic, that is, the worship of power, so after Sherlock kicked three little demons in a row, these people's respect for him has also reached a very high level.

As for the fear that no matter who it is, every night he fights hand-to-hand with a mutated mad dog that has been hungry for a week, and he can survive in the end, then he is a little afraid of it, and there is no shame in it.

"No need, I'll talk to the boss, when the time comes, I'll go over it myself."

Sherlock finished speaking, and waved his hand for the man to leave.

Five minutes later, the door to Miles' office was pushed open, and Sherlock walked inside.

Miles is the owner of this underground gladiatorial arena, and his name seems to be Mills, but it doesn't matter, Sherlock didn't even knock on the door, he sat directly opposite his desk, and said straight to the point: "I've been playing for three days, according to the odds, I should have made you a lot of money, and according to the reputation of the past few days, your small workshop is estimated to have spread throughout the city." ”

"Of course, Mr. Hopkins, you are my best partner." Miles poured a glass of wine and handed it over, the smile on his face so kind.

"And what about the little promise between us?"

"Promise?"

"Yes, I help you make money, I work hard for you every day, your tickets have multiplied three or four times, I think I'm already doing very well, then you said you want to take me to see the big guys, those mature mutant creatures, I think it's time."

"This," Miles hesitated slightly.

Sherlock stood up directly: "I'm not fighting today, and you're not the only one in the mutant creature gladiatorial arena, I think I need a new partner." ”

With that, he walked towards the office door.

"Wait." Miles immediately stopped him: "I'm just thinking about when it's more appropriate to take you there, so that after you finish fighting today, I'll take you to see him tomorrow." ”

He.

There is no need to deliberately say the name of that person, in fact, that person does not have a name, everyone who knows that guy calls him a breeder, as for what he raises, it is obvious, Sherlock listened to the voice behind him, and smiled with satisfaction.

"You see, this is the attitude that a businessman should have, and you said tonight that you want to get me a mutant creature in the growth stage."

"Of course, all the equipment you need is ready, good luck today."

After a brief conversation, Sherlock walked out of the room and once again through the narrow corridor into the spotlight.

A mutated creature in the growth stage, in his original world, is equivalent to a second-order demon, and after re-contacting the power of the contract, Sherlock's strength has almost recovered to the extent that he can fight a second-order demon.

The next thing to do is to act out as much as possible the apprehension and anxiety that a person who is about to experience a life-and-death battle should have.

Audiences love watching this.

Of course, it is impossible for a normal person to fight a second-order demon hand-to-hand with his bare hands, so today's equipment is extraordinarily complete, heavy fire machine guns, all-encompassing field survival armor, thermoion cutters, directional explosion mines, etc., and the middle part of the entire underground venue has been completely emptied, leaving only a huge empty space, and then a hemispherical protective cover made of high-density bulletproof glass is fastened on top.

The price of this piece of glass is enough for the ticket to this underground gladiatorial arena for half a year, and of course, it is all worth it.

A human who can fight mutated creatures in the growth stage will appear tonight, and tonight's ticket price, as well as the video footage, will sell an astronomical amount.

In Sherlock's senses, these weapons or armor are actually prepared to allow the audience to better accept everything in front of them, after all, he really went up with his bare hands to tear the demon, so no matter how he explained it, it couldn't make sense.

Okay, in order to absorb the blood of the second-order demon and be wronged, he used heavy firepower to slap the demon's throat and eyes abruptly, tearing others apart, it was indeed a bit too faceless.

So, just tonight, a cage death match that looks extremely bloody, thrilling, and life-threatening, is staged like this, and in the whole process, Sherlock performed several times of inverted flight, insufficient weapons and ammunition, and escaped death under the claws of mutated creatures, causing the whole venue to scream constantly.

In order not to let tonight, the traitorous whereabouts report phone call blow up, this kind of performance is necessary.

And in the end, the scorching feeling of being bathed in demonic blood also made Sherlock feel that his contract power was getting stronger and stronger.

Early the next morning, a nondescript sedan drove through a pedestrian street, in the blood-red sun, toward a remote part of the city.

In the back seat of the car, Sherlock quietly watched the buildings outside the window continue to speed backwards, and he was a little surprised to find that he was so familiar with the scenes of this world.

According to the time, it was only five o'clock in the morning, but Sherlock didn't want to wait any longer, he had already staged four cage fights in that underground gladiatorial arena, and in the past four days, the news must have reached the ears of some people. At the beginning, he speculated that his whereabouts would be revealed soon, even if these guys who survived in the dark circle had incomparably rich experience and means to fight wits and courage with government prosecutors, but they could only hide for five to seven days at most.

With the continuous driving of vehicles, the towering buildings in the residential area gradually became scarce, and those black coffins gradually began to be replaced by complex factories, and the industrial development of this world is many times more powerful than the industry of Sherlock's original world, weapons, machinery, vehicles, construction industry, synthetic food, and even the reproduction factories that contain countless human embryos in the depths of the underground are the main body of this world's survival.

Looking at those large machines that also obscured the sky, Sherlock once again remembered his own world, those large steam engines located outside London, comparing the technological level of the two worlds, I have to admit that no matter how far the current technology has reached, it will eventually become bloated until the next technological explosion.

After another two hours, the car stopped in front of a factory, similar to 80% of the factories I've seen along the way, and the huge workshop and the superimposed, mechanically stacked buildings that make you dizzy when you look up, give Sherlock a certain sense of familiarity in his heart.

The doorman of the factory was a bearded man with an expressionless face, looking at the bodyguards who were five big and three thick, full of professional atmosphere, the doorman did not confirm the identities of the two, did not conduct any inspection, and did not even have any code, Sherlock walked into the factory park so easily.

Walking through an open field, the sound of the unique mechanical operation of the metal around is becoming more and more harsh, and the story is open, but these huge machinery and containers pile up the entire space like a huge labyrinth, and then count the complex environment inside the main body of the factory, this place, even if someone comes to inspect it, no one leads it, it is estimated that they will have to get lost, and the workers working everywhere, as well as the large machinery that exudes heat everywhere, also make most of the detection equipment useless.

It's really easy to hide some mutated creatures here.

After rounding the corner for an unknown number of times, the two finally came to an inconspicuous small door, and after ringing the doorbell, a worker opened the door, and like the doorman, he only glanced at the bodyguard, and then at Sherlock behind him, and silently motioned for the two to follow him.

"They know who we are?"

Sherlock whispered to the strong man in front of him, this guy was the one who took him to meet Boss Miles in the first place, the two had known each other for a few days, and they could be considered to be able to talk.

"Of course, we wouldn't have been able to come in without the permission of the breeder, and I know you're a great character, but here, you still have to put down a little bit of yourself."

"How many mutated creatures are there?" As he walked, Sherlock surveyed his surroundings.

"I don't know, in short, 90% of the underground gladiatorial arena is purchased from here.

The breeder has his own way, his own private armed forces under his command, and every month he goes out of the city to hunt a group of mutated creatures, and he has been doing so for more than twenty years. ”

From the tone of this bodyguard, it can be heard that this guy called [Breeder] is a legend in the underground world.

"Then isn't he afraid that the government will trouble him?"

"Of course not, here, it is His Excellency [Breeder] who counts, not the government." Speaking of this, the bodyguard seemed to suddenly remember something, and emphasized to Sherlock very cautiously: "By the way, I forgot to tell you, here, don't mention the government, because Your Excellency the breeder doesn't like those officials and soldiers, and the people who work here don't like it either." ”

Sherlock frowned, he wanted to ask more, but under the leader's leadership, the two had already entered an elevator, and after about a minute or so of rapid falling, the door of ————the squeaky elevator was opened.

The scene in front of him made Sherlock go back to the private factory that was used to experiment with demons during the research and development of the Wild Demon Control Project.

As far as the eye can see, the huge underground space is a full 30 meters high, and the rows of cages that reach to the ceiling are all locked up with the most vivid demons.

These demons were not soaked in some kind of liquid, nor were they drugged and fell asleep, they were just roaring alive in the cage, large and small, in different shapes, claws and fangs desperately biting at the steel guardrails, and huge cranes were carrying these demons in the huge underground space, as if they were carrying the most ordinary cargo.

"It looks like you're not too intimidated," glancing at Sherlock beside him, the bodyguard couldn't help but admire: "When I first came to buy goods for the boss, I was so scared that I hung on the ground." ”

Of course, Sherlock was not intimidated, he had seen many more demons in front of the gates of hell than here, and besides, it was densely filled with third-order demons.

However, Sherlock couldn't help but be slightly surprised to see so many demons again in this world, and even caught a familiar sense of peace of mind from it.

With so many demons, if they can all be used for their own purposes, it doesn't seem impossible to return to the gates of hell.

After a little fantasies, Sherlock put away his already somewhat excited face and continued to walk forward, past the rows of demons, and finally they came to a door at the end of the underground space.

And in front of that door, there stood a man of extremely strange shape, thin, with long hands and feet, but the height reached more than two meters, and the distance between his eyes was extremely wide, and it seemed that he was close to his temples.

Sherlock was sure he had never seen each other, and the man crossed his hands in front of him, and saw Sherlock walking towards him, tilting his head slightly, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

And the next second. Suddenly, the man's massive palm jerked up, and with a thud, a bullet shot shot straight into Sherlock's brow

(End of chapter)