It's like in the dry season, there are always a few ants that are slow and leisurely, because they return to the nest late, and expose the hiding place of the entire ant colony.

So, the anteaters then came and dug the whole nest upside down.

At this moment of extreme tension, everyone knew that they couldn't shoot, but there was a person who happened to hit the man who was tied in front of the car because of the shaking of his fingers.

The injury was not serious, and it was impossible for a third-order contractor to be seriously injured by a single bullet.

But it must still hurt a little, after all, the bullet got into the flesh.

Sherlock turned his head sideways, looked at the bullet hole in his shoulder, and with a little effort, the squeezing between the muscles easily squeezed the bullet out of his body, and then. He smiled.

He found that he didn't have to find any more reasons to calm down, because a cute bullet told him in advance that he didn't need to calm down.

So he was very happy, and his bumpy and irritable mood along the way finally found an outlet.

"Hehe———hehe————" he laughed, but the movement was brief, and the people who listened at night were uncomfortable.

And even more uncomfortable was to come, because then, in the midst of laughter, Sherlock lowered his shoulders slightly, lowered his head, and began to try to pull his palms out of the shackles with all his strength.

Yes, he began to use brute force to pull his hands out!

The special steel that was ten centimeters thick rubbed against his wrist joint, and there was a tooth-aching friction sound between the skin and the flesh, and his thumb was pressed inward and then shattered, and the skin on the outside of his little finger was torn apart by the tremendous force, and the tendons of Bai Huahua were illuminated by the street lamp.

The people with guns were frightened when they looked at them, although they had heard of any way to escape from handcuffs with a dislocated thumb, but how could anyone use this self-mutilating way to pull their hands out, especially when they were still doing this kind of thing in front of so many guns.

"Mr. Sherlock!"

"Mr. Sherlock, stop!"

"! Fire!!! ”

Finally, in this situation, no one could sit idly by, in fact, until the endless smoke burst out of the round holes of those black holes, there were still most of the soldiers who did not know what was happening, they just waited for such an order mechanically and panickedly, and then began to shoot desperately.

In short, at this moment, on a street three kilometers from the edge of the ancient Roman city, a dense burst of gunfire suddenly erupted, and countless bullets whistled and fired at a lone man from all directions, as if countless golden chains appeared from all directions, poking into the flesh of that person, embedded in the bones, trying to bind him firmly.

But the man did not hide, his teeth clenched tightly, there was a pressing hiss in his throat, and a low roar that I don't know whether it was pain or pleasure was squeezed out between his teeth, and blood splattered everywhere, staining his white teeth red, blood gushing up, and the scorching trajectory burned his eyes bloodshot.

Suddenly, there was a stab!

One of the man's hands was finally brutally withdrawn from the shackles, and the bloody inertia threw out a huge arc in mid-air, and then, the man attached himself to the steel pipe that clasped the shackles on his feet, and the whole person pressed under his feet, and his arms desperately broke in the opposite direction, as if he was a madman, trying to pull himself up in this way.

Sherlock didn't have to convince himself anymore, but he didn't run either, he didn't want to jump under the shackles like a fugitive, or take small steps to dodge, that would be unpleasant, so he ignored the rain of bullets and spent a full five seconds, or six, or seven seconds. Bang! With a bang, the alloy steel bar collapsed, and the huge reaction force made Sherlock fall to the ground on his back violently, and the blood around his body seemed to explode on the ground, and he was extremely happy in pain.

He also reaffirmed that no matter what, he was extremely disgusted with the feeling of being tethered.

It was in these few seconds that the five third-order contractors who followed the convoy finally completed the archdemon's awakening order, and they had been standing at the back of the line, for some reason, Mr. Sherlock, who had been calm a second ago, suddenly seemed to go crazy.

But it didn't matter, five huge humanoid demons opened the transport compartment and just stood up in the imperial city of the Empire, in the streets of the night.

The surrounding pedestrians erupted in screams and fled in a panic at the first second of the gunshot, but they couldn't escape far in five seconds, and those hysterical screams of fear could still be heard not far away.

The noise made Sherlock very irritable.

So, he leapt from the ground with a sudden thud, and with a blast of the nearest tongue of fire, one hand firmly pressed against the helmet of one of the shooting soldiers, pushing his whole body into the chest of another soldier behind him.

Poof!

The riot helmet was shattered, along with the head inside the helmet, and of course the chest of the soldier behind him.

"Whew~"

At this moment, Sherlock seemed to exhale softly, feeling that the breath in his heart was slightly relieved!

But immediately after, a third-order archdemon had already crossed the crowd and walked towards Sherlock.

The gunfire continued, but the crowd quickly dispersed, and a large palm slammed down on Sherlock's head.

I still remember a scene in some ancient Eastern mythology, where the gods were angry with a certain ape and tried to suppress it with their huge palms. In fact, if you think about this story, the livestock in the story are somewhat similar to the current Sherlock, obviously they have been recruited by the grand collective, but just because they are too conceited, too dislike of restraint, when everyone can't understand it, they suddenly burst out and go crazy, forcing themselves into a crazy and demonic situation.

Of course, that ancient mythical ape creature never regretted his actions.

Neither did Sherlock.

And he is better than the legendary character who can't fight with his own eight poles, because the other party really lost the room to resist under the suppression of the huge palm, and was imprisoned for hundreds of years, while himself, fighting with the pain and blood all over his body, as well as the restriction of medicine, suddenly moved sideways to dodge, and avoided this slap that fell from the sky.

With a loud bang, the slap hit the ground, and a few fingers smashed into the compartment of the armored car, which was instantly deflated more than half a meter high, and bounced up very unyieldingly

Sherlock rolled to the side of the street, knocking a street lamp on and off, the effect of the sedative in his body was very strong, otherwise he was just a third-order contractor who had never been on the battlefield, and he was confident that he could kill the other party in 10 seconds.

Oh. There seem to be five large demons on the other side.

In the capital of the empire, there are so many big guys, and these people really look up to themselves.

In the night, several distant demons have also run towards this side, a distance of more than ten meters only a few steps to arrive, a huge body formed an impassable high wall, they coldly looked down at the person below, as if they could trample it into pulp at any time if they wanted.

It was a prisoner who had been injected with drugs, a baby who had little ability to resist, a wounded man covered in blood, and a poor street kitten.

Sherlock's vision was stained red by the blood on his forehead, and while he looked at the large demons, he also saw the starlight above the night dome, which was hundreds of millions of light-years away from him, but it also turned red because of a few drops of blood in front of him, and the nursery rhyme always said that the stars in the sky blinked like small eyes.

Children are naïve, they never think what a terrible scene it would be if there were really eyes in the sky, and now, those eyes are all blood-red, ferocious staring at the impending bloody massacre on the ground, maybe they know that someone will die soon, and that a hero's story is likely to end tonight, so they don't blink and watch intently.

A small tentacle appeared in Sherlock's cuff, very thin and soft, but Sherlock was very happy, because the effect of the sedative did not completely seal those cute little tentacles, after all, these cute little guys do not need their own calling, they have their own thinking, at this moment, these little guys should have felt the crisis of their master, so they timidly drilled out.

So, with a bang.

The street lamp on the side of the street flickered, and the man in the light disappeared.

A puddle of blood didn't have time to keep up because of its terrifying speed, and it left a strange blood line in the air, which flashed to the side for a moment, and then bent out of the shadow of a certain building to the back of a demon on the edge, and in less than a second, climbed onto the demon's shoulder.

The whole process was too fast, the soldiers were obscured by the demon's figure, they didn't keep up with the speed, the contractor was concentrating on controlling the demon, and after a moment of distraction, he could no longer catch the figure, Sherlock's chest was churning, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and a tentacle quickly pierced out from the sleeve, and then drilled into the demon's eyes.

Severe pain suddenly burst out in Sherlock's mind, under the effect of the demonic sedative, forcibly establishing a connection with a demon that does not belong to him, this pain is not at all anyone can imagine, in short, the original owner of the demon suddenly covered his head and screamed, and one stumbled and passed out.

The pain that Sherlock endured was several times, dozens of times greater than that of this person, but his glasses instantly brightened, and the bullet holes around his body burst out a large amount of blood because of the strange backlash, instantly pouring it into a bloody man.

But the demon under him suddenly accelerated at this moment, and the blood was torn apart like a bright red confetti in the night, and turned into a fluttering butterfly, bright red petals raised by the wind, in the midst of thousands of bright red, the man stood up, he did not take this opportunity to escape, but turned around very unhappily, and hit the other one next to him who had not yet reacted!

In the battle between demons and demons, there will be no such thing as slapping the mouth, let alone in the battle between contractors.

Because it's not lethal.

But decompress.

Sherlock didn't want any victory now, what he wanted was to relieve the unhappiness in his heart, and after this mouth, he was a little more refreshed, so he opened his mouth very satisfied, and the demon under him stretched out his arm, opening his fingers very clumsily, but he accurately buckled the throat of the demon in front of him, and his fingertips were inserted into the other party's neck, clasping the blood vessels, or the trachea, or the esophagus, whatever, in short, until the third knuckle fell into flesh, he clenched his hand violently, and pulled it out.

"Poof!!" With a bang, a huge amount of blood began to gush like a leaking fire hydrant.

The second second, just after that

The remaining three contractors realized what had happened, and a violent sense of danger came over them, although it was incredible, but they realized that one of their companion demons seemed to be forcibly controlled, and with their incomparable experience in the mission, one of them roared wildly, and violently drove the demon to turn around and kick forward!

However, at such a speed, it was dodged by the seemingly clumsy sideways body of the rebellious demon, and then, the dense horror blast exploded in the contractor's mind, which was the feedback of his own contract creature when it was violently beaten.

But this feedback is too fast, too brutal, like a heavy rain falling from the sky, and then turning every drop of rain into a huge rock, roaring and smashing on his body, trying to hug his head and run away, but there is nowhere to hide, and after another second, the contractor only felt pale, looking at the light not far away, his glasses could not keep up with the demon's arm that turned into an afterimage, and could only bear the merciless abuse that came straight to the door.

In the third second, under this extremely simple single action, another contractor foamed at the mouth and collapsed to the ground because of the backlash.

Sherlock was tired, it hurt, it was refreshing, it was happy, he knew that what he was doing was about to push him in an irreparable direction, but like the last sprint before the climax, he had no scruples, just wanted to enjoy this enchanting pleasure, so he pounced on the two remaining demons.

In the fourth second, a demon's heart was pulled out alive.

In the fifth second, the huge teeth tore open the face of the other demon, smashed the skull, crouched next to its huge corpse, and happily dug wildly in the cracks of the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Five seconds, five large demons, no one could have imagined that a prisoner eroded by demonic tranquilizers could do such a thing.

But that didn't stop the soldiers around them from sending a request for support in five seconds.

Soon, the defenders around the city rushed over, and they saw the demon tearing at the huge corpse in the middle of the street, and the absurdity and fear filled their hearts, and for the time being these people did not have time to ask what was happening, but it was clear that the culprit who caused such a scene was undoubtedly a mad maniac and an anti-social element.

So, people began to sweep the entire area mercilessly, and the signal for help did not stop for a moment.

No one noticed that the manhole cover of a well, just on the side of the road, was slowly closing.

(End of chapter)