The knock on the door made the hairs stand on end all over the killer man's body.

He had been looking for this ambush for a long time, and no one would come.

So, could it be that the person collecting the water bill happened to come to the door at this juncture, or maybe some drunk went to the wrong room?

As a professional killer, he couldn't put the problem down to this 1 in 10,000 probability, so he didn't even think about it, he pulled out the pistol on his waist and was about to shoot at the door next to him.

The target had just been out of his sight for two seconds, and no matter how strong or fast the target was, it was impossible to teleport a few blocks to where he was, and if the target was really like what the newspaper said, these ordinary pistol bullets would not do any harm to it.

But in this situation, he still fired several shots in a swoop, and the bullets pierced the door of the room, allowing the light to penetrate through the small holes and shine on the ground one by one.

You can see that there is no one outside the door.

"Knock Knock"

The knock on the door rang again.

What the fuck is knocking on the door?!

The Mr. Sniper didn't care too much and couldn't stay in this place for long, so he instantly rushed to the exit and kicked the door open, ready to run away and see what was going on outside the door.

However, in the next second, he was dumbfounded.

Because outside the door, there is a dense group of demons.

They were all piled up in the hallway, stacked one on top of the other, almost up to the ceiling, and judging from the crowded stands, it was estimated that there were hundreds of them squeezing from the doorway all the way to the stairs, and they had to spread out a lot downstairs.

Where did these demons come from?

Mr. Sniper pondered with a bewildered expression.

What puzzled him even more was that just in front of the door, there was a corrosive dog squatting on the ground, looking at the posture, it was estimated that it had been knocking on the door just now.

How can a corrupt dog knock on the door??

Everything seemed so strange in front of him, Mr. Sniper held his pistol, and he didn't know what to do.

After a second or two, the strange barriers piled up by the demons in front of him seemed to begin to scatter, and some void cracks appeared, and these demons all burrowed back one by one, revealing the corridor, but a man in a trench coat was already standing on the corridor.

Shylock. Sherlock Holmes, the man who frequently appeared in the Holy Journal, was also the target of his own assassination today.

Mr. Sniper's pupils shrank to the size of a pinpoint in an instant, and he raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger directly at Sherlock's head, but the latter just tilted his head casually and dodged one of the shots, and then reached out and spread his five fingers to cover it.

Several bullets entered his palm, but they only left a small blood hole, which could not even be passed through by the bones, and fell to the ground one after another, and the blood hole in the palm also healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Unless it's a bullet with hot melt ammunition or a demonic tranquilizer, ordinary gunpowder is no big threat to Sherlock, and here in London, he can summon a staggering number of demons anywhere.

It is impossible to pull out his pursuit in this realm.

Mr. Sniper didn't know this, but in the face of a person who could return from hell, he knew that he had no chance to escape, so as a professional killer, he directly raised his gun and aimed it at his jaw.

But before he could shoot, a tentacle came out of nowhere, wrapped around his arm, and quickly pulled his arm away from the place where the gun was fired, and at the same time, many tentacles suddenly appeared, wrapped around the man's hands and feet, and hung him in the air.

Sherlock walked over in a few steps, pinching the other party's cheeks with one hand, and reaching directly into the other party's mouth with the other hand, his fingertips clasped the junction between the gums and teeth, and pulled out extremely ferociously, and in an instant, the entire row of teeth was torn off, and some were connected to the nerves, or the flesh of the gums, and the blood couldn't stop flowing out.

Sherlock threw his teeth to the ground and wiped the blood from his hand's clothes.

"I have a brother who said that before the interrogation begins, it is best to extract the person's teeth first, the periodontal tissues have strong healing properties, and people will not lose too much blood, but if the tongue is broken, it is relatively difficult to stop the bleeding, although the probability of death is not high, but what if."

Sherlock said, rubbing a few more drops of blood splashed on his clothes, he didn't care about the trench coat outside, but the suit he wore inside was the suit from today's wedding.

"I still have some good mood left for today, so to cut a long story short, who the hell asked you to come?"

Although from the inference just now, it was thought that the person who might have done these things was Franklin, but Sherlock could not understand why the old boy had done such a thing, his current achievements must have written a strong mark in the history of the saints, and after the victory of the expedition, he would definitely become a great king, and without even one, his own existence would not pose any threat to him.

As for whether people on the other side of the world can come to this world, that's all a matter of his words, anyway, no matter what you think, the other party has no reason to kill you.

Even if there were, the other party would not be stupid enough to use the Public Security Bureau, or a sniper to try to kill himself.

So, what went wrong?

Sherlock looked at the sniper in front of him, blood pouring from his mouth, looking shocking.

"I don't think you're a brainless person, now that you're in my hands, say whatever you want, don't wait for my brother to come, then you will be hundreds of times worse than now."

"Amount———— ——————"

The sniper let out a groan, and it looked like the pain was still eating away at his consciousness, and Sherlock waited patiently for him to recover.

Ten seconds passed, and the other party's moans finally subsided a little.

Sherlock lit a cigarette and put it between his lips, and the man took a puff and coughed twice.

"Say it," Sherlock said softly.

But

"It's useless." The person in front of him chuckled strangely twice and shook his head, and at the same time, Sherlock heard a sound of 'drip~drip~drip~' suddenly sounded from the other party's clothes.

He frowned, and then lifted the other party's clothes, in fact, when he first came in, he had already observed the other party's clothes and the layout of the room, and determined that there was no place to hide bombs or the like, and he also pulled off the other party's teeth at the first time to prevent this guy from biting his tongue or having some deadly poison in his mouth.

But following the sound of the drop, Sherlock ripped off the other man's shirt again.

"Huh"

He couldn't help but chuckle a little, as if he thought it was quite interesting.

Because, he saw that there was an extremely horrific scar on the sniper's chest, extending from the sternum to the stomach, and judging from the outline, the other party's ribs seemed to have been removed, in order to give him more space in his body to accommodate foreign objects.

At this time, the sound of dripping was accelerating in this person's chest.

I'm in a hurry these days, I'm very busy, and I'm updating less, so I wish you all a happy new year in advance~mua~

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