big devil holmes

Chapter 227 Gunshots
I don't know if it's because of sitting in the judge's seat for a long time, as long as it involves crimes, cases, and trials, the voice of this guy Hopkins has become a little dignified.

As the heavy voice reverberated back and forth in the closed tunnel, an equally majestic figure gradually emerged. Hopkins did not wear the uniform of a judge today, but only wore the sunflower-studded And the pendant of the scale came into everyone's sight so unhurriedly.

In fact, in terms of combat power alone, Hopkins should not be Sherlock's opponent, but in this scene, no one dared to show hostility to him, not even pointing a gun at him.

Human society has never been a place that pays attention to combat effectiveness. Even in the long river of history, occasionally there will be such an outlier, but it will not change this, so when you hear the word "trial court", almost The hearts of all the soldiers present jumped suddenly, and when they saw the pendant that symbolized the identity of the judge, some of them even hesitated, should they put down their guns first and perform a pious etiquette.

Fortunately, the quality of the soldiers did not allow this scene to happen. Otherwise, it would be too strange for someone to suddenly bow to the enemy at such a tense moment.

"May I ask who you are?"

Among the crowd, a middle-aged man in a standard explosion-proof suit hesitated, lowered his gun, walked towards Hopkins, and asked.

This person looked to be in his 40s. His dry hair and pale, bloodshot skin meant that he was a veteran on the front line of Hell's Gate. Presumably, he was also the highest officer in this group.

"Stanley Hopkins, Tribunal, Judge of the Third Division." He calmly announced his name.

The military officer nodded and didn't say his name because he knew that the other party didn't care. He just repeated his task again: "We suspect that Mr. Sherlock Holmes is involved in a murder involving more than ten people. Massacre cases, so they need to be detained according to law.”

"Doubt?" Without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, Hopkins interrupted directly: "When did the word 'doubt' become so powerful? Who doubted it? Why did you doubt it? From what evidence, which article? Suspected by quality control? There is no need to explain these most basic questions, and you want to take people away with a few gun barrels?

Then the law in your mouth, is it to see who has the larger diameter of the gun in his hand, and whoever says it will count? "

Hopkins' tone was unhurried, but there was a stern questioning!
"We have eyewitnesses who saw Sherlock Holmes kill 14 military soldiers!" The officer did not flinch, and responded with his head held high.

"Witness... Hehe, a witness who has no name, no identity, and is unwilling to disclose any information, let alone show up, his words can also be used as a reason to arrest people. That said, I also have witnesses in my hands. He personally I have witnessed that you guys are the murderers of the so-called massacre, so why don’t you go to the trial court and surrender now? I will try to be executed by you within half a month.”

Hopkins has handled countless cases, and he has seen countless sophistry in court. It would be wishful thinking if he wanted to take advantage of logic in his mouth.

The military officer held his breath in his throat, not knowing how to refute, but Hopkins took advantage of this gap, moved closer to Sherlock, and asked in a very small voice: "By the way, what are you doing?" Really killed a dozen active soldiers?"

Sherlock nodded: "Well, it was just to defend those people who were going to stop and kill me. At that time, Ms. Irene Adler and I were in the same carriage. She can testify for me."

Hopkins was stunned for a moment. Only then did he recall the scene when the respected mysterious lady invited Sherlock to send him home in that bar.

I really don't know if he entered the house after sending Miss Irene home that day, and if he entered the house, what did he do.

Uh, no, now is not the time to ponder these things.
"Okay, I'll hold off on this group of big-headed soldiers first, you go to the factory to take a look, the scientific researchers inside have already confronted the military people, you must calm down the emotions of those scholars, as long as you don't Let’s shoot, we can’t afford to dispute, these soldiers can’t do anything to us.”

Sherlock also knew this, without hesitation, he took a few steps forward, trying to cross the roadblock.

"Without my order, no one is allowed to let go!!" The military chief shouted immediately.

click ~ click ~ click ~
A series of gun-specific sounds sounded, and countless muzzles were aimed at Sherlock again.
"The ownership of the factory is in our hands, and you have no right to seize it! There is no written arrest warrant for Mr. Holmes's arrest, and you have no right to restrict his freedom! A group of soldiers, wearing the uniforms of city guards, tried to use force against the citizens of the empire. Are you not afraid of going to court-martial if you use force?!" Hopkins said in a deep voice.

However, the officer did not respond to this sentence, but stared at Hopkins with staring eyes. Obviously his heart had been shaken, but he was stubborn and did not take back the order just now.

Of course he knew that he had no right to do this, but as an imperial soldier, he told himself repeatedly that this was just following an order; The promise of the Imperial Military Department, as long as you arrest this man named Sherlock Holmes, then your son can be transferred from the frontline vanguard to the logistics department
On the battlefield, the survival rate of the vanguard is less than half.
And if he can kill the target, then his son will directly get the opportunity to study at Princeton University, and as an outstanding veteran of the battlefield, he will get a house in the main city of his hometown, and he will also get a good subsidy gold.

This old officer has fought on the front line for more than ten years. When his wife died of a serious illness, he only had one wish, to let their son live in peace of mind. He also made this promise to the Holy Light. But a conscription , making everything come to naught.

What else can he do?
Of course he knew that it was wrong for him to do so, and he also knew that it would be a shame for a soldier to show his gun to a citizen of the empire for no reason, but when he thought of his child, he could only accept all the shame.

"Nobody move!" he yelled, raising his gun.

Hopkins narrowed his glasses, and he must have noticed something was wrong, because this is not the attitude that a normal imperial soldier should have:

"I don't care what threats or lures you have received, but I am a Tier [-] contractor. With just a few of your guns, it is impossible to keep us!"

"As long as someone crosses the cordon! Shoot directly!" The old chief seemed to be unwilling to think about it, and he drank again desperately.

In the eyes of soldiers at the grassroots level, orders are always orders. Although the soldiers behind them don't understand why they are so decisive, they can only obey, and they are all ready to shoot at all times. The steam armor in the distance also Lift up all the rotary machine guns embedded in the arms, and at the other end of the tunnel farther away, there seems to be dense footsteps, and it seems that some additional personnel are rushing towards this side.

Under the illumination of the searchlights, countless figures overlapped together, narrow space, dense muzzle, if there is a real fight in this kind of place, no matter it is the strength of the contractors or stray bullets flying around, in short, there must be someone will die.

Therefore, the atmosphere in the venue entered a suffocating depression. No one spoke, and the sound of heavy breathing was intertwined, like a file rubbing against people's restless nerves mercilessly.

Sherlock doesn't want to kill at this juncture.
None of the soldiers wanted to open fire.
Everyone is looking forward to the end of this confrontation soon.

But right now!
The searchlight behind him seemed to flicker a few times suddenly, and then went out without warning with a 'click'. In the entire tunnel, there was only the gas lamp embedded in the wall. His vision fell into a brief blindness for an instant.

And just when the nerves were stretched to the extreme.

The eyes of the old officer suddenly burst into a ruthless light that almost abandoned all reason. Without warning, he pulled the trigger suddenly!

(End of this chapter)