There wasn't much surprise, just unpleasantness.

Sherlock understood why someone would send such a person to assassinate him, because the guy behind the scenes was not afraid of catching the other party, let alone telling any secrets.

A bomb has been sewn into this guy's stomach a long time ago, and if you think about it, as long as this guy shoots, the bomb in his stomach will go into a countdown, and if you don't go to a certain place at a certain time and press the disarm button of this bomb, then this thing will explode.

It's a very unpleasant scheme, probably as long as you are caught, you will definitely die.

This kind of desperate and decisive means of simply killing the task executor together has a kind of 'can't afford to play' posture.

That's why Sherlock is unhappy, and at the same time, he is also a little puzzled, the Mr. Sniper in front of him is obviously a very confident and professional person, otherwise it is impossible to assassinate himself with a special bullet, and when he was in the car before, if there was no flashing picture in front of him, Sherlock might really be shot.

Why would such a powerful guy be willing to complete such a task with no way back, who can convince the other party?

Questions lingered in Sherlock's mind, but he didn't have time to ask them, for the dripping sound in the man's chest had become a long, palpitating sound, and then.

"Boom!" A bang.

This bomb is certainly not an inferior bomb that can be made in a civilian workshop, it obviously has the level of technology that only a military factory has, and the huge impact force instantly envelops Sherlock, and the entire building is destroyed.

And that's not all, because the bomb looked like it wasn't just that, the moment the bomb in Mr. Sniper's chest exploded, there were no less than a dozen blasting points detonating at the same time all over the street, and in an instant the flames shot straight into the sky, along with the new electrical ducts in the upper town, the steam pipes that had not yet had time to be abolished, a cathedral where services were in progress, the shops along the street, and a small textile factory at the end of the block.

The most unacceptable thing is that on this street, there is also a school.

The sudden explosion swept everything in, and the pedestrians on several streets around were dumbfounded, looking at the fires that rose into the sky not far away, and the debris of the buildings that were blown up into the sky, screaming and fleeing one by one, and some larger stones fell from the sky, tearing apart on the ground, and I don't know how many residents were injured.

But all this happened, less than two minutes after Sherlock rushed out of Godfrey's car, Irene's heart jumped wildly with the sudden explosion, she immediately ordered her bodyguard to stop the car, and then looked through the window, looking at the burning neighborhood in the distance, as if she couldn't figure out how the explosion happened suddenly, without the slightest warning.

And the members of the London Public Security Service who followed were also dumbfounded.

It's hard to believe, but this group of people is really doing things impartially, because they really get a lot of information about Sherlock. The warrant for the arrest of Sherlock Holmes, which was sent to London from beginning to end in accordance with the process of the highest judicial body of the Empire, was signed and dictated by the security personnel of the ancient Roman legal city, as well as a large number of staff, and even more than half of them held the oath declared by the Apocalypse of the Holy Light.

It's just that some people will wonder why such a big thing has been concealed for three years without revealing a single rumor, but when Shylock returned from hell in glory, it suddenly broke out, and countless eyewitnesses stood up at the same time, wanting to accuse this hero who was about to go to the altar for the death of Augustine the Great.

No one knew why, and in the whole judicial process, everyone who handled the warrant was stunned by the words, and it was not until the order reached London that the Magistrate's Bureau handed Sherlock a pair of handcuffs in an incredible mood.

Of course, they didn't know what Augustine the Great had done, and they didn't know that the emperor who had occupied all levels of the empire for 60 years wanted to exchange the hope of the entire empire to counterattack hell in exchange for the possibility of living a few more years.

They didn't know that on the way, a sniper would suddenly attack, and they didn't know that in the neighborhood where the sniper was located, as well as on several surrounding streets, more than a dozen extremely lethal bombs had already been planted.

In their eyes, the guy who had killed the Emperor refused to be arrested, and when he entered a street, he directly set off a terrible explosion in the upper part of London.

They were all dumbfounded, and the impact rushed out along the alley, directly overhanging several speeding cars, and the pursuing vehicles behind them collided one after another.

The people of the Authority stepped out of the car and watched the fire burn from the top of the roadside building to the sky, and several people trembled and hurriedly connected to the portable contact device on the car.

"Report to the General Directorate——— to the General Directorate of Reporting——— we need support, repeatedly, to the suspect Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes is on an arrest mission and needs support. ”

London's Upper Town has always been a very peaceful place, even if there are many deceitful and hidden arrows, but it is only something that happens behind the scenes, and on the bright side, it has been civilized and peaceful for centuries.

According to statistics, 90% of homicides in the city of London are all in the lower suburbs.

Therefore, the smoke billowing from the sky and the police carriages passing by one after another on the road made the residents here seem abrupt and uneasy.

A few hours earlier, three streets had been destroyed.

The casualty statistics have not yet been released, but in the church at the end of the street, more than 300 worshippers of the Holy Light who were praying have not survived; More than 600 children in a school were all charred flesh.

These children all came from aristocratic families in the upper part of London, and the sudden tragic death has driven countless people into madness.

As the pioneer city that ushered in the steam age, and the center of the development of the electric age, London is home to too many businessmen, politicians, and cutting-edge talents in various fields, and it is obviously impossible for this explosion to calm down.

Outside the town hall, countless angry citizens gathered, and Director Lestrade sat in the office of the mayor of London, listening to the incessant shouting and invective outside the window, he looked at the document in his hand that had been engraved at some point, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Mr. Mayor, do you want me to announce that this explosion is Sherlock. What did Sherlock Holmes do?? ”

One more chapter, Happy New Year!!

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