At this time, in the distant building complex, the cold wind from the high place scratched the scalp of the military captain. He felt that every thin snow fell on his body might bring out a moment of chill.

Rationality told him that all this was fake, but his eyes really sent all the pictures into his mind, regardless of whether he could accept it or not.

During the previous few encounters, the detective showed no offensiveness at all, but was very annoying, and his words were also sarcastic, like a successful villain who clinged to the dean's daughter and felt like he was holding a thigh.

Who would have thought that this kind of person could turn into a bloody human-shaped meat grinder like a demon on this snowy night, and everywhere he passed, there was a rain of blood splashing everywhere he sprinkled!

Those seven or eight contractors are no longer opponents!

At this point, he couldn't help but feel a little grateful that he had thoughtfully not shown up. If he really went to catch the detective with his group of people, he might have died at the other party's hands now.

After so many years on the front line, he has not had a high contract ability and his command ability. But not only did he not die, he could also become the captain of a squadron of more than 30 people. It is because of this kind of caution!

So he no longer hesitated because there was no possibility of reversal in the current situation. He felt that he should leave quickly, and then report the situation to the vice president, and then think of other more sinister ways to deal with this guy.

The thunderous massacre is naturally the most direct and effective method, but this is the hinterland of the empire and not the front line of the demon gate. If you want to kill a person, the best way is to kill someone or those invisible knives.

The sound of roar, the sound of bone breakage, the sound of muscle breakage, all the sounds were so bloody and cruel. At this time, these sounds were all gathered together, making people unable to tell each other, but they just subconsciously felt frightened and churned!

A demon opened his bloody mouth that exceeded the diameter of his body and rushed towards the man on the bridge. However, the next second, he was kicked backwards by a greater force and hit several other small demons who had just gotten up from the ground along the way. On the ground, blood and snow blended together, making the surrounding colors look so weird.

The soldiers behind were all pale, and their physical strength was naturally not as strong as the demons they controlled, so they did not dare to rush forward for a while. They could not believe that this person was so horrible.

Those are all demons, first-level and second-level. They are not fighting alone, but sieges together. The opponent should not have much room to fight back!

But why is he still standing, and why are so many demons' limbs thrown out?

This guy didn't even have a knife in his hand. Could it be that he tore it off?

Among the demon group, Sherlock's body looked crazy and messy like a weed in the wind, but under such a dense attack, he still did not suffer any damage, but just shook and swung. Since he became a contractor, he has adapted to this battle with the demons, so the brain, which seemed to never know the limit, could subconsciously present the actions of these demons in the clearest way, making his dodge and advance extremely sharp and effective. It was very dangerous to pass by again and again, and the interweaving and separation of flesh and blood were so cruel.

But in fact, from Sherlock's perspective, he was not fighting a life-and-death battle. He even had the leisure to hold his hat and prevent it from being lifted away by some eye-opening demon.

Finally, after another rush, his body did not stop, and he jumped incrediblely. His body twisted out of thin air without any force in the air, avoiding a sharp claw mark, and suddenly rushed out of the siege range, then turned into a long wind, pushing the flying snow in the light curtain, and rushing straight towards the crowd ahead at an unbelievable speed.

A distance of more than ten meters was blowing up like a strong wind under his feet. Before the lingering sound was gone, the person had arrived first. The closest warrior almost suddenly shrank his pupils to the size of a needle. However, the training between life and death on the battlefield made his muscle memory pass faster. An electric shock stick in his hand directly shot out the most attractive spark. This mass-produced weapon in the Imperial Machinery Academy is to some extent better than swords and guns, because many demons' hard skin can withstand a large amount of damage, but there is no way to resist the impact of electric shock on the body. However, due to energy problems, they are all disposable products and can only be used with meat.

Even demons cannot resist, so naturally people cannot resist it.

So under the interweaving of orchid light and light golden fire, Sherlock's face was shining in black and white, but his eyes did not blink, and even the corners of his mouth were slightly opened, without dodging or dodging. He directly grabbed the other party's elbow with his hands, grabbed the electric shock stick and inserted it into the other party's throat regardless.

The thick iron tube directly broke the throat and tore the esophagus. The electric sparks flickered through the skin on the neck. Smoke began to come out of the man's mouth. The blood was instantly steamed by the high temperature, and his whole body twitched wildly. He fell to the ground in a short while. He just didn't know whether the spasms were because he was not dead yet, or whether the current was still stimulating the nerves that had lost their souls.

So cruel and tyrannical, everyone around him couldn't help but wonder, is this guy inhuman? How could he be so cruel?

I completely forgot that if the other party falls into the hands of his own people, it may be even more miserable.

But suddenly, just when everyone thought that they would become a corpse in the other party's hand in the next second.

The bloodthirsty detective in front of him suddenly stopped.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the building complex at the end of the bridge with a slightly frown, looking a little unhappy.

The next second, the surviving soldiers in front of them saw the most terrifying, unbelievable and the last picture they had seen in their lives.

A crack in the void was torn open.

Then the second void crack was torn open.

Third, fourth. Until the tenth void appeared, this was not counted. There were also behind them, on the left and right sides of them, and there were countless cracks silently surrounding them.

Then one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one big or small, crawled out from these cracks, with stunning spikes and fangs all over, and a slime that looked obviously corrosive.

They did not roar or move, just like a group of well-trained military dogs, either crawling or standing with their heads raised and their chests raised.

At this moment, these soldiers were stunned and even felt that their battles on the front line had been in vain for so many years. Subconsciously, they looked at each other and then saw countless complex emotions in each other's eyes.

But among all these emotions, there is no hope.

And the detective's attention seemed to be no longer on these people. The demons he summoned were enough to swallow the group of people. So at this moment, he just quietly looked at the other end of the bridge, his eyes passed through the dense snow and night, and directly pressed towards the peeping people in the building complex.

There was no light around the position where the military captain was, and he stood completely in the darkness, but at this moment, he almost felt his whole body be shrouded in fear.

He was also confused

He didn't know why so many demons suddenly appeared on the bridge, and he didn't know why the extremely strange detective looked in his direction!

He only knew that he had to run now! Run forever!!!

So, instead of even taking the stairs, he jumped down from the fence and ate the fall impact of several floors, which made him tremble with a mouthful of blood almost coming back, but he did not dare to stop and flee along the shadow path of the building complex!

On the other hand, the demons behind Sherlock had already begun a nearly unilateral massacre. Bloody scenes were staged one after another, screaming one after another, but he didn't even look at it, but said apologetically to the carriage in the distance:

"Sorry, Miss Erin, can I wait a moment and I will come."

Erin had sat upright at this time, and her longing and appreciation in her heart had completely turned into shock. Seeing that Sherlock did not forget to ask for instructions at this time, a pair of charming eyes burst out in an instant. She pursed her lips slightly, as if she was enduring some extreme excitement and comfort, and let out a very tempting hum:

"Of course, Mr. Holmes, you are the most graceful man I have ever met. I will wait for you here and keep waiting for you."

Sherlock smiled and bowed slightly.

The next moment, he suddenly turned into a black shadow, running towards the end of the bridge in Erin's incredible sight. His thin body was as light as nothing in the wind, but burst out with waves of power that should not belong to him. Every step was shaken away from the melting water spots all over the ground, the sticky plasma, the cracked road surface and the flying gravel, pressing all the tiny snowflakes in the air into a straight tornado, accompanied by a burst of explosions that finally echoed at this time, rushed straight into the night.

Erin looked at the back that had left her in an instant, and couldn't help but hold her breath. After a long time, she finally breathed slowly.

Then she smiled, making the surroundings of beautiful blood, golden light, the tiny meteors rushing into the light curtain all over the sky, and the remaining limbs and howlings sprayed in the distance all look pale.

She is a businessman, and the most important thing she is her own vision.

At this moment, she began to admire herself sincerely.

Because she found out that the glass of wine a few days ago made a profit

A big profit!!!
Chapter completed!