big devil holmes

Chapter 212 Riot

With a bang, accompanied by a more complex and huge bang, it shook people's heads in a physical sense.
Of course, there was also shock in my heart.

The shock lasted for about a second, and the space in front of him was like a piece of soft butter with a white face and red heart inserted into the space in front of him, leaving a huge bloody tunnel in the middle.

Fortunately, although the people around them don't have much combat experience, their brains still have a good ability to accept. After being shocked by the sudden picture just now, they quickly regained their senses, and then coincidentally went to the front of the crowd Watson.

In the entire venue, there were only these two people not wearing work clothes, and one of them rushed out inconceivably, drawing a big exclamation mark in everyone's hearts, and the rest of Watson, naturally, could only receive the attention of all surprised eyes .

He was stared at like this, and he didn't feel too uncomfortable. He just turned around and happened to meet a female researcher next to him.
Then he asked, "How long would it take to fill the factory with demon tranquilizers?"

The scientific researcher was relieved when he heard someone asking him something, his eyes fell on Watson's beautiful face, and he was startled again:
"Catalyzed into gas faster than liquid, but at least half an hour."

She replied belatedly, still wondering in her heart, who is this person in front of her, why is she so good-looking, and why hasn't she seen him before?
Watson bowed slightly in a very gentlemanly way: "Then please..."

Before the words fell, there was a whistle!
A small demon with wings seemed to have noticed this side, and suddenly swooped down. At that time, those few simple words had just been spit out from the mouth of the beautiful man in front of him, and at this moment, a bright light appeared, and the female experimenter The eyes of the girl lit up, took away a trace of the cut air, and brought out a shrill and sharp sound of breaking the wind. Before the girl's eyes narrowed in time, she seemed to be frightened by the light of the knife, and the instinct on her white and delicate skin Got some goosebumps.

The next second, the screaming and the sound of the wind stopped abruptly, and the demon fell to the ground with a bang. No wound was visible on the body, but the blood had slowly gathered under the corpse. Watson held a scalpel with his fingertips, Pointing lightly, indescribably soft and weird, she just smiled and straightened up: "Then please be quick."

Then he turned around and strolled into the bloody path that the man hit before.
Some void cracks were torn open in the chaotic factory area. Sherlock didn't deliberately hide it, because there were too many demons. In the chaos, it was impossible to distinguish whether these cracks came from a certain human being or from those demons.

He just ran forward simply and directly, leaving the demons and Watson behind him. His legs seemed to touch the ground lightly, but every touch brought a dull loud noise, and the cracks between the rock joints The broken sand and dust are vibrating, turning into more and more reckless impact. Between two points, the straight line is the shortest. All the demons who dare to touch this line will fly backwards like a kite with a broken line. He reached the wall and slipped miserably, struggling to get up again.

This factory area is very large, and the carriage will have to run for a long time, but under Sherlock's full sprint, it only takes a few seconds to run through it directly. The muscular arm stabbed straight at the thick steel door in front of him.

Sherlock's contract level is level two, but in fact he can feel that he can't use the contract level sorted out by the Holy See for centuries to evaluate.

Because I am very special, the sun, the dream hell, the forced parasitism of the tentacles, the absorption of the devil's flesh and blood, etc., etc., are not recorded in the Holy See's power system.

Even he himself doesn't know how strong he is now
After two months of entering the ranks of the contract, he leapfrogged and killed the peak of the second-order. In the process of advancing towards the second-order, he was able to persist in front of a big demon for a full 5 minutes, and then killed a third-order contractor. And last month, in the staggering between myself and the bloodthirsty Baskerville, I even felt that I had the upper hand. The tentacles in hell were constantly absorbing the power of the devil, and my body was constantly suffering For tempering, the human body has a limit after all. Even a symbiont who only focuses on strengthening the body will not feel that his fingertips can be compared with thick steel.

But at this moment, Sherlock just feels that everything is ripe and the water will come when it will happen. His brain has already simulated the architectural layout of the factory building. Knowing which wall, which direction, and at what angle to hit it, he can hit a hole more easily. There is a gap.

But he didn't do that, because he needed to turn a corner. As I said just now, the straight line is the shortest between two points.

So, he stretched his fingertips forward, straight and steady, but as fast as a stream of light, and as violent as thunder, until the thin fingertips touched the surface of the steel gate, there was an extremely hoarse friction sound , just like a sharp knife slashing across a blackboard, making people's teeth itchy, then his fingertips broke through the iron door, squeezed in abruptly, pushed the steel inside out, and rubbed the skin of his fingertips like rough sandpaper .

And all of this happened in just a split second, and everyone could only hear a "boom", and the whole arm of the man in the distance had already opened a big hole in the thick iron door, pulling Open the latch at the back, then kick it open and rush inside.

In the factory building, the smell of blood, vomit, and a strong smell of urine have mixed together, rushing into the nasal cavity, almost suffocating.

The tracks were overturned, and the cages containing the demons were scattered all over the place, but fortunately, the demons held inside by those 'Iron Maidens' did not escape, they were still convulsing inside, making low growls or crashing sounds. And the soul visual device has not been destroyed.

Therefore, all the disgusting smells in this factory come from the guy in the helmet who has rolled his eyes wildly on the ground.

His ears and nostrils are already oozing blood, and the white foam in his mouth has also turned blood red. There is a large puddle of vomit next to him. Fortunately, his face is sideways, otherwise he would have been suffocated to death. , The crotch has been wet, obvious incontinence.

This state is like being seriously injured by a demon.

Sadly, he's still alive
However, Sherlock didn't care about the miserable appearance of this person. Since the machine was not damaged, he was relieved. He breathed out a sigh of relief, and he stepped over an iron maiden cage that fell down on the ground, and came to the person. Take off his helmet.

Then after confirming that it was not broken, he ignored it, turned and walked out of the factory.

The outside is still chaotic, demons and demons are biting each other in an extremely messy manner, and a blond man is tapping his toes in the chaos, seemingly slow, but his figure is ghostly tossing and moving, waving his slender hands from time to time, A bright light was brought out, and then a demon staggered and fell.

Sherlock couldn't help smiling when he saw Watson strolling in the courtyard. It seemed that this guy didn't need his help at all.
In this world, contractors are of course the group with the strongest individual fighting power, but among human beings, there will always be a few guys who are so strong that they transcend class.

For example, the silent bodyguard following Irene.

Like that unknown old tramp.

For example, this unscrupulous military doctor in front of him.

In fact, think about it, according to the current strength of Sherlock and Watson, as long as they don't encounter military troops, or a Tier [-] demon descends from the sky, no one will be able to keep them in most places them.

"Hey!" Sherlock looked at Watson in the center of the factory and complained: "Don't kill them all, these are all experimental subjects, too many dead. The data is inaccurate."

Watson was taken aback, as if he hadn't noticed this just now, the cold light on his hand instantly subsided, and he said with an apologetic smile:
"Sorry, I won't kill it."

In this way, these two people who came out of nowhere, in front of the scientific research personnel of the entire factory area, began to deal with the demons running around in a smooth and orderly manner. After it appeared, it seemed that it was not so scary all of a sudden. About 20 minutes later, there was finally a buzzing sound from the jet pipe above the head, and the gasified demon tranquilizer began to spray in the factory area.

Finally, the chaos was stopped, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It was only then that someone finally remembered, which bastard turned on the soul visualization device without authorization?

So, a group of people ran into that room, and looked at the unconscious Jamie Daniels, each of them didn't know what expression to put on.

Jamie didn't really know, he was completely passed out, and if he knew what his ego had caused, he would definitely want to die on the spot.

But unfortunately, he didn't die, he wasn't even crazy, and he wasn't stupid. His brain, which has always been pretentious, indeed has an extremely tenacious ability to withstand it. Under this kind of devastation, it hasn't collapsed yet.

So, after an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes.
(End of this chapter)