"We can also have high-tech equipment in the future?" asked the soldier with a London accent.

He looked down at the rifle in his hand, and then at the blaster in the Sisters' hand, and suddenly felt envious. Compared to other SAS players who were worried, Davis seemed much more relaxed. The Immortal City had already investigated his background clearly. He liked rock music, beer and football, and was an old acquaintance of Hunter of the S.H.I.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.

For a soldier, there is nothing more precious than a reliable weapon that can smash the enemy on the battlefield. Even if he is a special service member, the British government does not attach so much importance to SAS's weapons and equipment. It seems that because of the special nature of this operation, the weapons distributed by the army to this team are not very good. The L85A1 rifle in his hand is much worse than all types of rifles of his contemporaries, let alone the more advanced, violent, and more barbaric explosive rifle. After all, the original intention of the explosive rifle was to smash the protection of aliens, black magic creatures and even external dimension creatures. Their role is purely overkill on the human body. The same is true for vampires with thin bloodlines and severely degenerated and almost become ghouls. Their bones are completely unable to withstand such terrifying killing and are easily blown into two pieces.

From the moment they got the weapons and equipment, they knew that they had been abandoned and that the people above were going to send them to death.

The Immortal City now has no time to deal with vampires' biomass, and can only burn it roughly with a flamethrower.

The sisters don’t have time to stop. They need to cooperate with Kamataj’s secret mage to encircle the monsters that roam into the city. According to some Kamataj’s secret mages who were idle later, some blood-sucking monster fish with sharp teeth and actively attacking humans will be speculated in the Thames River in the future. Just like the reason why Salomon carefully deals with alchemy waste, if magical substances are accidentally caused to cause unnatural mutations in some sewer organisms, perhaps those mutated substances will die, but the worse possibility is that those mutated substances will enter the ecosystem and cause some humans to mute - but this is not bad news. The mutated genome with black magic power will gradually fade. As long as there are not many mutated substances in this process, some particularly beautiful, particularly strong physical fitness, and a very long life span. It is not a bad thing.

When the pink and white sunlight rises from behind the city's dark shadows, the mission of Kama Taj and the Immortal City comes to an end.

After washing up, McCoff Holmes prepared to go to work. He sat on the soft chair in the study and made a phone call, and learned about the situation through his subordinates. He did not completely relax until dawn when he received a call from Salomon. Even though he had not slept all night, there was no sign of fatigue on his face. According to the agreement, he had to use his own strength to make the proposal to repair the sewer in central London pass. But the cabinet secretary was just a humble social instrument, used to spread the Prime Minister's thoughts, and this great proposal must be proposed by the Prime Minister himself.

Sherlock Holmes was awakened by a rush knock. John Watson, who was living together, quickly got up and opened the door. However, the person who knocked on the door was not the person Watson expected. They were waiting for McAuf's call all night. Sherlock Holmes knew what happened in London last night. He was just an ordinary criminal case consultant and had no ability to participate. He had to seek McAuf's help in order to understand the mystery. The situation took a sharp turn. He and Watson experienced a thrilling sewer adventure. As far as he knew, a special service team was dispatched last night.

"I knew you would come." Sherlock Holmes had been waiting here as Salomon stepped into the small but cozy living room in powered armor full of mud and plasma. The secret mage held a bomb rifle in one hand and a sword in the other. The scent of blood covered the smell of air freshener and piles of books in the room.

"Tell me, what exactly are those creatures."

"It's another world." Salomon stuffed the explosive rifle with moist mud spots into John Watson's arms. The retired military doctor seemed to have hugged something extremely heavy, showing an incredible expression. "According to the original plan, you should not go deep into it, but wander around the periphery. That is an extremely dangerous behavior for you, and the prize I prepared for you should be safer." He sat on the soft chair regardless of the dirty body. The heavy power armor and weight made the soft chair creak overwhelmed, "But McCoff messed up everything, so your test was cancelled."

"You haven't answered my question yet, Mr. Damonnet. I've long known that the victim is not your relative at all, why did you come to me?"

"The things you see are real, and they are also the objects that my organization and I have hunted for years. There are many creatures similar to those monsters. The murder case of Elino is just one of the things my organization has handled over the past thousand years. When I was a teenager, I personally hunted all the monsters wandering in a small town, but there are really a lot of monsters in the London sewers." Salomon looked at John Watson carefully put the heavy bomb rifle outside the carpet. "We had time to clean up slowly, but because of the prizes I prepared for you and the news released by McCoff, they completely angered them. They probably didn't expect that humans would be more cruel than vampires, so-"

"Vampire? Then Count Dracula is real?" Watson raised his eyebrows, "So you are Van Helsing?"

"Now isn't the time to discuss this, Watson. Can you help us get a cup of tea? Please continue, Mr. Damonnet."

"—So... In short, there is another world under the water of this world, Sherlock Holmes. I'm trying to get you into that world and let your wisdom act in a wider world." Salomon said, "I believe you will be interested. After all, there are so many unsolved mysteries in another world."

"Why me?"

"Because you have talent."

"This is not enough." Sherlock Holmes shook his head, "This is not enough to be your motivation."

"Because you're right," Salomon said, "I need you to compete for a position, and there's another candidate for this position. I can't tell you more about the selection mechanism of that position, but you just think of it as an exam. You are one of the candidates for that position. Before you take the exam, I need you to understand the rules of another world before you take the exam so that you don't kill more people after you get the position. Another candidate is arrogant, and although you have this problem, you have a sense of social responsibility... I know some people will say that you have an antisocial personality, but that's nothing. Your problem is irrepressible curiosity, and Elinor's case is prepared to correct your curiosity, Sherlock Holmes."
Chapter completed!