big devil holmes

Chapter 137 No, But You Can Learn Now

There is indeed something wrong.

Thinking of a guy wearing a long trench coat who suddenly appeared in the corridor of the hotel, that is to say, the person on the other side knew exactly where the Pope was.

Then why did so many demons appear scattered in various places in the hotel, and even fought with the contractors under the Pope.

According to common sense, since the location of the target is known, shouldn't the void cracks appear around the target?

Culling at close range is definitely the method with the highest success rate.

Moreover, the killer who has been waiting in the stable is also very strange. He can wait in the shadows for so long, can't he think of doing something on the car?
Such a heavy steam locomotive is running at high speed, and a random explosion can turn it into a coffin rolling in mid-air.

Don't say that the people who assassinated the Pope didn't know how to make the explosions. Those gas pipe explosions in the hotel must have been caused by them. Even if there were really no explosives, they should have punctured the tires first. Explode, or simply kill the driver.

There are not many people who can drive a steam locomotive these days. As long as the driver dies, such a big guy will become a waste of iron.

Thinking of this, another contractor also rushed in front of the person in the shadow, and swung his fist to blow the other person's brains out.
However, the wind from the fist blew the opponent's hairstyle into a middle part, and the man remained motionless.

At this moment, the elder brother of the contractor finally sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly withdrew his casserole-sized fist to stay an inch above the opponent's Tianling cover.

It wasn't until then that he finally noticed that the reason why the other party was motionless was not because he was calm, but because his whole body was tied up and his mouth was tightly stuffed, so he couldn't make a sound, and couldn't run even if he wanted to. I can stare at him with tears in my eyes.

The contract guard was stunned for half a second, and finally recovered from his stupefaction, angrily pulled out the stuffing from the opponent's mouth, and said angrily, "Who the hell are you?!"

The bound person looked aggrieved:

"I am the driver"

"???!" The contract guard was furious, and was about to yell, but was stunned again, are you the driver? ?
Then you are the driver, who is driving the car?

Just thinking of this, suddenly, a voice came:
"Sure enough, most of the people stayed upstairs and left behind. Now there are only a few of you left."

Startled, he immediately took a step back, put on a fighting posture, and at the same time looked at a small shadowed corner beside the driver.

The sound came from that corner.

But that corner is so small that it can't hide people at all, and this voice, this sentence, this tone, why does it sound so familiar, it seems that I have heard it once before.

"Oh, don't bother, since there are only a few of you, then don't even think about running away."

It's the same words again!

At this time, another contract guard had already strode over to the shadow, possessed himself and grabbed a small phonograph.

"Sure enough, most of the people stayed upstairs and died, and now there are only a few of you left!"

The phonograph was slammed against the wall, turning into clinking and rolling parts.

Four quid, so blind
The steam locomotive was running along the street with full horsepower, hot smoke was spewing out from behind, and the engine roared as it passed by!The carriages along the way could be heard from a long distance away, and they hurriedly gave way for fear of being hit.

In the car, the pope's fat body almost occupied the entire row of back seats, which was very crowded, but his expression was very excited, and he looked towards the rear from time to time, seeing the rapidly passing street scene, he "Hey hey" let out a satisfied laugh.

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

But I haven't waited to take a sip.
"No smoking in the car!" said the driver in the front seat.

The Pope was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that there were two people sitting in the front row of the vehicle, but he didn't pay much attention to it, after all, he himself didn't know how many drivers he had hired for the two steam locomotives.

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

"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 realize his current situation, so he asked back.

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

"What?!" His Excellency the Pope said angrily, and even wondered if he heard it wrong. How dare his subordinates speak to him like that? !
He just wanted to speak angrily!

As a result, the driver in front suddenly turned his head and stared at the Pope with a pair of extremely cold eyes, just like staring at a dead person.

"You, you." Pope Theodore was stunned. He felt as if he had seen the face in front of him. The facial arc was too three-dimensional, which made people not like it at first glance, but he forgot where it was. seen.

But the driver didn't want him to recall it carefully, but directly punched his fat face with a fist.

"Crack!" With one blow, the bridge of his nose was almost sunk into his face. His Excellency the Pope let out a strange cry, and then blood flowed.

But the driver's fist still didn't stop. Instead, he straightened his fist and hit the face behind him, shouting as he hammered:

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

"Help~help~help~help~"

The bridge of the nose was all broken, and the fist could hit the flesh of the cheek unimpededly, making it soft and making ripples.

"Okay, okay, watch the road," Watson said while sitting in the co-pilot.

"Really." Sherlock finally stopped his hand: "I didn't even smoke, what are you doing there?! Give me a taste"

As he spoke, he picked up the cigar box that had fallen on the Pope’s chest, then turned around, took out one and lit it, and took a few puffs: “It tastes pretty good, but the strength is too weak. Not fun."

After all, he passed the remaining few to the side, but Watson just smiled and waved his hand: "I haven't slept for a few days, and I won't touch cigarettes for the time being, but I'm curious, you can actually open this thing."

"I learned it now." Sherlock said while driving, flipping through the "Guide to Using Steam Locomotives" in his mind.

Watson smiled, and had to say that his detective friend was always able to show reliable attributes at the most critical moments. He thought about what happened in the past two days, and then thought about being caught by them. The windbreaker, the poor robber who threw it on the top floor of the hotel to attract attention, then turned around, looked at the comatose but still twitching His Holiness the Pope, and suddenly found that this experience of being hunted down seemed to be the same. Not too bad.

Suddenly, for some reason, he thought of that gorgeous restaurant again, under the gentle lighting and soft music.
The lady sitting across from me.

I have to say that it was a bit abrupt for me to sit down suddenly and eat the food on the other party's plate without permission.
(End of this chapter)