There is indeed something wrong.

I thought that a guy wearing a long windbreaker suddenly appeared in the corridor of the hotel before, which means that the other party knew very clearly where the Pope was.

So why do we still let so many demons appear in various places in the hotel, and even fight with the contractors under the Pope?

According to common sense, since you know the location of the target, shouldn’t the void crack appear directly around the target?

Close-range culling is definitely the method with the highest success rate.

Moreover, the killer who has been waiting in the stable is also strange. He can wait in the shadow for so long, can he not think of making some moves in the car?

Such a heavy steam locomotive can turn it into a coffin rolling in mid-air with a little explosion at high speed.

Don't say that these people who assassinated the pope didn't know how they caused an explosion. The gas pipeline explosions in the hotel must be the ones they made, even if there were really no explosives, they should have the tires first.

If you explode, or just kill the driver.

There are not many people who drive steam locomotives these days. As long as the driver dies, such a big guy will become scrap metal.

Thinking of this, another contractor rushed to the man in the shadow, swung his fist and was about to burst the other party's head.

However, the wind brought out from the fist blows the other person's hairstyle into a middle part, and the man still doesn't move.

At this moment, the contractor brother finally felt something was wrong, so he quickly retracted his fist as big as a casserole and almost stopped at an inch above the other party's Tianling cover.

It was not until this time that he finally noticed that the reason why the other party was motionless was not calm, but that his whole body was tied up and his mouth was stuffed tightly, so he couldn't make a sound. He couldn't run away, but he just wanted to run away.

I can stare at me, and I feel tearsy.

The contract guard was stunned for a moment, and finally came back from his stunned mind. He pulled out the stuffing from the other party's mouth with great angrily, and said angrily: "Who the hell are you?!"

The tied man looked aggrieved:

“I am the driver”

"???!" The contract guard was furious and was about to curse, but he was stunned again, "Are you a driver?"

Then you are the driver, who is the driver?

Just as I thought of this, suddenly, a sound came:

"Sure enough, most of the people stayed upstairs and broke the back. Now there are only a few of them left."

He was startled and immediately took a step back, posing in a battle position, and also looked at a small corner next to the driver, covered in shadows.

The sound comes from that corner.

But that corner is very small and cannot hide people at all. Moreover, why does this sound, this sentence, and this tone sound so familiar? I seem to have heard it once just now.

"Ha, don't work hard. Since there are only you, don't think about running away."

The same thing again!

At this time, another contract guard had already strided to the shadows and possessed himself and grabbed a small phonograph.

"Sure enough, most of the people stayed upstairs and broke the back. Now you are the only one left!"

The phonograph was thrown to the wall and turned into parts that rolled around the floor.

Four pounds, it's just wasted

The steam locomotive was driving along the street with a full horsepower, with hot smoke coming from behind the butt, and the engine was roaring! The carriage along the way could be heard from a distance, and he quickly gave in, fearing

He was hit by himself.

In the car, the Pope's fat body almost filled the entire row of back seats, which was very crowded, but his expression was very excited. From time to time, he looked towards the rear and saw the street scenes passing by quickly.

"Hehehe" laughed satisfactorily.

"Damn, although this thing is expensive, it's really unambiguous to drive!" He said, taking out a box of expensive cigars from his wide robe and igniting it on his own.

But before I could take a sip

"No smoking is allowed in the car!" said the front driver.

The Pope was stunned for a moment and then realized that there were two people sitting in the front row of the vehicle, but he didn't care much. After all, he himself didn't know how many drivers he had hired for these two steam locomotives.

Now, he was just a little displeased with the tone of the driver's speech:

"Can't smoke? Is it because it will affect the operation of this machine?"

He didn't understand things like cars, and he didn't react to his situation at this time, so he asked back.

"No, I just don't like you smoking." The driver continued.

"What?!" The Pope said angrily, even wondering if he heard it wrong. How dare the subordinates he raised dare to talk to him like this?!

He was about to yell!

As a result, the driver in front suddenly turned his head, and his extremely cold eyes stared at the pope's eyes, as if he was staring at a dead person.

"You." Pope Theodore was stunned. He felt that he had seen the face in front of him. His facial arc was too three-dimensional, which made people not like him much at first sight, but he forgot where he was.

Have seen it.

However, the driver did not want him to recall carefully, but directly punched his fat face.

"Click!" He directly smashed the bridge of his nose and almost sank into his face. The Pope let out a strange scream, and then blood flowed.

But the driver's fist did not stop, but straightened his face to the rear and hammered it, yelling:

"I said it! I don't like it! You are here! I'm smoking behind me!"

"Help~help~help~help~help~help~"

The bones of the nose were all broken, and the fist could hit the flesh of the face without any obstacles, soft and ripples were shaken out.

"Okay, okay, look at the road," Watson said while sitting in the passenger seat.

"Really." Sherlock finally stopped: "I didn't even suck, why are you sucking there?! Try it for me."

As he said that, he picked up the cigar box that fell on the pope's chest, then turned around, then took out a lit one, and took a few sips: "The smell is not bad, but the strength is too small, so I'm sucking.

But addiction.”

After saying that, he handed the remaining few to the side, but Watson just smiled and waved his hand: "I haven't slept for several days, so I won't touch the cigarette for the time being, but I'm very curious, you actually can drive this thing."

"I'm learning now." Sherlock said while reading the book "Guidelines for Use of Steam Locomotives" in his mind.

Watson smiled, and I have to say that his detective friend can always show reliable attributes at the most critical moment. He thought about the experience he had experienced these two days, and then thought about being trapped by them.

The poor robber who threw the windbreaker on the top floor of the hotel to attract attention, then turned around and looked at the Pope who was already unconscious but still thrust all over his body. Suddenly, he found that this kind of experience of being chased seemed to be

Not too bad.

Suddenly, for some reason, he remembered the gorgeous restaurant again, under the gentle lights and in the gentle music

The lady sitting opposite her.
Chapter completed!