big devil holmes

Chapter 261 Leave
Orders came out of Moriarty's mouth.

He knew that he couldn't convince the other party, so he could only use coercive means to keep Sherlock.

And the defense level he requires is almost military level. This kind of configuration is enough even if he is pulled to the front line to follow the demon clearing force to perform tasks, but all of this is just for Sherlock alone.

It's a bit too grandiose anyway.

But as long as Sherlock can be kept, no matter how big the momentum is, he will not hesitate.

Sherlock frowned, looked at Moriarty, who was breathing out of breath in front of him, and finally couldn't help but smile: "Hehe, I really didn't expect that, I have handled many cases without law in my life, but none of them have been accepted." What kind of handle was caught, and I finally wanted to uphold the laws of the empire, but was directly locked up."

"I won't let you go to die." Moriarty said: "The old man is already very sick. If you don't trouble him, he will end up dead. I don't understand why you insist on it so much."

"Everyone will die. What matters is the identity and method of death. Of course, a sinner cannot die as a hero. I just want to let him die reasonably."

"Let it go." Moriarty shook his head helplessly: "I really can't convince you, but I will block this street, I will set up checkpoints on all traffic arteries, and I will put your photos Distributed to all train segments, and all airship airports, you can't leave London.

So, please be quiet for a while, and I promise to give you the greatest compensation after all this is over.

This is for your own good, my friend. "

Moriarty said earnestly, then slowly got up and walked towards the door of the room.

He didn't say goodbye, and Sherlock didn't stop each other. The two people just said goodbye to each other silently, and in the end there was only a "click" of the door.

This massive persuasion did not produce any results. It is hard to imagine that even the Son of the Holy See and so many big figures have come forward, and there is no way to change Sherlock's mind.

In fact, to some extent, this detective does have a frightening paranoia.

Anyway, after a few hours, all the residents of the entire street dismissed their troops and drove into the urban area. The mighty war facilities surrounded Baker Street, and the huge steel gates like a city wall blocked all the way out. The exposed searchlights scanned every corner of the street, and the two Zeppelins sailed slowly overhead. The soldiers in the hanging cabin held binoculars and kept monitoring the situation below.

The citizens of London didn't know what was going on at all, they just thought that there must be some most heinous criminal in that street, otherwise, how could there be such a battle.

At this time, in room 221B, a detective and a doctor surrounded the table, drinking the tea left over from the morning.

"Well" Watson hesitated in a long tone, and then said: "Maybe you found out that we were imprisoned."

"Yes, I noticed it with my keen observation." Sherlock looked through the window, looking at the empty streets outside and the soldiers waiting in line outside.

"So, what should we do? Should we still kill people?"

"Of course I will kill him."

"Then how are you going to get out?"

Sherlock thought for a while: "Actually, you may not believe it, but I can go out at any time. I have actually been trying to find a way for you during this time."

"What do you mean?"

"That's right, I need your help. Although Augustine is no longer the emperor, he certainly won't kill him whenever he wants. To be on the safe side, I need a helper and a partner. But what's embarrassing is that the way I left here doesn't apply. It’s about you, so I’m trying to figure out how to get you out.”

"I see." Watson nodded, and then took a sip of tea: "Actually, to tell you the truth, I have already found a way to get out. I have been thinking about how to get you out just now, because The way I get out is only for me."

"." The two people said the same thing, and then looked at each other. Outside the window were the crowd of supervisors on the three floors inside and outside, which seemed a little weird.
At nightfall, Commander Lake, who was in charge of the surveillance mission, yawned and looked at his watch. It was already 08:30.

In fact, he didn't quite understand what his mission meant.

The content of the task is to monitor two men in their 221s at 30B Baker Street, regardless of who they are or the reason for monitoring them. In any case, the two men cannot be allowed to leave , but under this premise, don't hurt them. If the other party breaks out violently, they can only defend passively, and can't hurt their lives. Remember to send water and food on time. If the people inside have any requirements, try to meet them.

This doesn't sound like a surveillance order for a certain enemy or prisoner, and this team configuration really confuses Commander Lake. It's just monitoring two people, and it's not necessary to occupy the entire lower city. what.

But this mission was a phone call from His Royal Highness the Son himself, so he didn't dare to be negligent. The duration of the mission was not yet determined, so Lake simply chose to live here.

And at this moment, the phone rang.

This call was specially received for this mission, only the two men who were the targets could call. Lake picked up the phone, very smartly, he did not pose as a watcher, but said something respectful :"Hello."

Sure enough, as he expected, the people in the apartment made some demands on him.

The two men were hungry and needed some steak. They wanted it from the restaurant at the end of 31st Street, medium rare with pepper sauce.

Without any hesitation, Lake directly sent someone to buy it and put it by the door.

The person who delivered the food did not stay, but left after putting it down. Because when assigning the task, it was explained that these two people were very dangerous.Since it is dangerous, try not to come into contact with them. Who knows whether those two guys will be so crazy as to take a military soldier as a hostage.

Another hour later, the phone rang again. This time the person inside wanted two bottles of wine, which sounded valuable, but Lake could only obey the other party's wishes and obediently send someone to get the wine.

In fact, he felt that if he was imprisoned in this kind of place and wanted to eat and drink, it seemed pretty good.

And the two people inside were obviously difficult to serve, because at 11:[-] in the evening, when Lake was drowsy and sleepy, the phone call came up again.

This time, the request on the other end of the phone made Commander Lake sigh that those two people really enjoy life.

Because what they need this time is a woman.

and still be beautiful
still five
It's human nature to think about lust after a full meal, and Lake just lamented that he, as the surveillance party, could only sleep in tents and eat bread, while those locked up inside ate steak, red wine, and played with women.

But adhering to the mission tenet of 'fulfilling all requirements as much as possible', he could only do so, and under the operation of a soldier who is proficient in this way, he actually managed to get five extremely beautiful women.

Commander Lake didn't know much about this kind of thing. The main reason was that he was not willing to spend money on this kind of thing, but he could tell that these beauties were definitely not cheap.

In an extremely envious mood, he ordered his men to check whether these people had any weapons.

In fact, there is no need to check, because the clothes on these people have nothing to cover, and you can tell at a glance that nothing can be hidden.

So, they filed into room 221B, and the lights in that room stayed on for the whole night, and I don't know how many soldiers who guarded them all night were destroyed.

Finally, it was around noon the next day that these women finally left. From their tired looks and irregular clothes, it can be seen that they must have put in a lot of effort last night.

At night, the people in the house asked for some food and some water.

Three days since then.

The phone never rang again.
(End of this chapter)