big devil holmes

Chapter 412 In The Despair
  "I regret to inform you that you are my hostage."

In fact, it took Lilith a long time to react after hearing this sentence.

None of the surrounding torturers, not even the well-trained guards standing at the door, realized what was happening at the first time.

Because everything happened so fast and suddenly, before the sound of metal breaking and bones shattering and collapsing had dissipated, Sherlock had already rushed out the door. The moment he passed by the first guard standing at the door, he hit the opponent's helmet with an elbow. The huge force directly caused the surface of the helmet to dent, taking the guard's head with it. He hit the wall hard and fainted.

This kind of power has certainly exceeded the limit that normal people can display. Although the other party is a defector who has passed through the rift in the void, this person has always been under the infusion of muscle relaxants. People don't understand. Why was he able to suddenly commit murder? After such a long period of physical and mental torture, he should have been unable to stand up long ago!
  Due to the sudden exertion of force just now, the surrounding muscles of Sherlock's leg joints have been torn, and the cartilage at the joints seems to have been shattered a bit by his own strength. And because of the elbow strike just now, his shoulders The wound suddenly burst open, splattering out some blood that was painful enough to look at.

He frowned slightly, not because of pain, but because he found that he had accumulated strength for seven days, and at the moment when he exploded, he was still so weak. According to the original, the moment he bumped into the director of the Criminal Training Department, the other person It should have exploded into a pile of minced meat, but it was just a collapse of the sternum, and the full force blow of the guard at the door could only leave a dent on his helmet.

It seems that his body has really become weak under the drugs and torture, and he doesn't know when he will recover.

But now he didn't have time to think about these things. While knocking the guard unconscious, his hand quickly snatched the gun from the opponent's hand, then suddenly twisted his body and pushed Ms. Lilith, who was tightly hugging him, in front of him. , quickly fired an extremely stable burst at the other two guards in the corridor.

Sherlock has never used this kind of firearm, but fortunately, the weapons in this world look very different from the firearms he knows.

'Bang~bang~bang~' After several crisp explosions, the guards within sight all collapsed to the ground. Because they were wearing armor, they did not die immediately. Sherlock He quickly rushed to the end of the corridor and fired a few more shots as he passed these people.

"Bell - bell - bell -"

At this point, the piercing siren finally sounded.

Sherlock silently held Ms. Lilith in front of him, ignored the alarm in his ears that made people unconsciously feel anxious, and continued to move forward quickly.

"Stop struggling pointlessly." Lilith allowed Sherlock's gun to be pressed behind her and followed his pace. She had no consciousness of being a hostage and even tried to persuade him in a calm tone. : "This hospital has been surrounded. Do you think there is really any hope of escaping based on your current physical condition? Even if you do escape, where can you go in such a big world?"

Sherlock didn't stop: "Oh, as a hostage, it's really rare that you can still think from the kidnapper's point of view."

"Because I don't want you to die on the way to escape. Even if you die, you should die on the execution platform. That would make sense."

Lilith's tone was unusually cold, and it could be seen that she was not in favor of executing Sherlock. That was because she felt that he might be more useful alive, rather than really feeling pity for him.

Bang!
  While the alarm was blaring, a door in front was suddenly pushed open. When the gap in the door was just a few centimeters apart, a black gun muzzle was already aimed in Sherlock's direction through the gap.

Now, after seven days and seven nights of torture, Sherlock had to admit that the torture director's methods were indeed terrifying. His mind was already on the verge of collapse. Without the effect of the awakening needle and the huge pain, he said He may have passed out, his bloodshot eyes were already a little blurry due to the stimulation of the electric current, and the painful effects of various drugs added together, making him almost a miserable invalid.

But he still reacted faster than those guards. His strong willpower and brain made him raise his arm in an instant, and the muzzle of the gun sprayed out a stream of flames first. As the backlash force spread to the palm of his hand, it involved the entire arm. The guard behind the door was shot twice in the helmet. The moment he was flipped backward by the impact, a bullet accurately hit the gap between his helmet and body armor.

With a "pop", blood exploded from the back of the man's neck and splashed on the goggles of the other guard next to him. At the same time, Sherlock pushed Ms. Lilith directly out, using her body to block the aiming angles of the remaining guards behind the door. He lowered his head and quickly followed Lilith's staggering inertia. The moment he rushed out of the porch, he suddenly The ground flew sideways, and another series of gunshots rang out.

Where Sherlock was standing just now, a deep crater exploded by several bullets. Sherlock was surprised that the technology in this world could actually allow hand-held firearms to show the designed speed of a minigun, leaving the place covered by Lilith. For a moment, rubble suddenly flew around him, and the rattling sound was extremely chilling. In the pale light, his blurred eyes could not catch the traces of bullets. He could only smell the smoke and taste what was hidden inside. The smell of death.

"Hu-hu-"

Sherlock ducked around a corner and exhaled twice. The smell of blood oozing from the electric shock in his throat was in his throat. In these three seconds or so, all the soldiers guarding the mental hospital had listened. Arriving at the location where the piercing alarm and rapid gunshots were heard, they communicated with each other through portable headsets. They bypassed several wards in an extremely professional manner and came to Sherlock's rear, preparing to kill the defector. Attack from front and back.

This period of time was very short, and Sherlock felt very painful. He was able to break free from those iron shackles just now, entirely because his body gradually adapted to the frequency that brought him fatal pain under the long-term electric shock. Only then was he able to accumulate some strength during the spasm; as for drug resistance, Ms. Lilith once thought about this. Fortunately, the torturers did not seem to have thought that they had already entered the effect of the drug in just a few days. They had been using the same dosage for seven days, which was one of the reasons why they were able to escape.

But even so, the wear and tear on the body cannot be ignored, and the effects of the medicine cannot disappear. The world he is in must be hell, but he cannot feel the familiar contract ability at all.

Now, a bullet can easily kill him.

It seemed that everything Ms. Lilith had just said was right. In this whole world, Sherlock was alone.

Desperate
  But so what, desperate situations have never been something Sherlock was afraid of. He always believed that the most boring thing in a person's life is to keep doing what he can do.

He needs to do something seemingly unbelievable to fill the emptiness that he can never have enough. Over the years, he has been relying on his own interests to complete one jaw-dropping deed after another, and Now, he has passed through the gate of hell and arrived in a world where almost no one has been before. It seems that he has touched the puzzle he dreamed of.

So he was in pain, weak, but also excited. He was in despair, but he certainly wouldn't die.

If he dies in front of such a wonderful puzzle, his curiosity and thirst for knowledge will scream unwillingly, dragging his body to stand up again!

Da da da----

In the dust and dust, the continuously exploding shrapnel was like fire, and the muzzle of the gun was red. The blood slowly flowing behind the guard who just fell to the ground gathered into a small cherry-red puddle. Amidst the sound of gunshots, Shocking pieces of gorgeous waves.

Lilith was pushed towards the crowd by Sherlock. Her body prevented the soldiers from firing wantonly. A guard quickly rushed forward and tried to drag Ms. Lilith to the back of the crowd.

And at this moment, an imperceptible light suddenly burst out from the narrow corner, just like a star in the gray starry sky, flashing mischievously for a moment, and a gunshot appeared among the countless explosions. So insignificant, like the slight sound of bells in the farthest mountains, one after another.

The two guards standing at the front were suddenly hit hard by two heavy punches on their chests. The force of the shock knocked them backwards, and then they fell to the ground. With a muffled groan, the sound of explosions weakened a bit. Then a swift figure suddenly tore apart the scattered smoke, rushed out of the corner with great heroism, and crossed the entire corridor in mid-air. The crisp gunfire in his hand flashed past inconspicuously, but A huge bang exploded on the outside of the helmets of the remaining guards. When he was momentarily absent-minded, Sherlock had already rushed into the crowd on the last trajectory. The arm that was supposed to be extremely weak now turned into a heavy and thick steel bar, and hit the last person standing firmly. There was a "click" in the guard's arm, and the arm was broken. At the same time, the edge of the fist turned into a palm, accurately hitting the opponent's throat.

Sherlock grabbed Lilith with one hand and grabbed the opponent's gun with the other hand. At the same time, he reloaded a few bullets on all the guards lying on the ground.

"Cough cough——"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his pale face looked bright red after eating.

The whole process was completed almost instantly in Lilith's senses, so the breath she was holding in her chest had not calmed down yet, and her calm expression finally showed a hint of surprise.

She looked at the person next to her with some disbelief, looking at his body that should have collapsed long ago. She didn't understand how strong this person was, but he was still standing, and he could still stand in an instant. She killed six guards, and when she glanced at the opponent's eyes, she was even more surprised to see the awe-inspiring perseverance shining deep in the pupils among the heart-wrenching bloodshot eyes.

"No one can escape from here." Lilith said as calmly as possible.

"You said, I come from the other side, so I can't be called a human."

Sherlock responded weakly
  Three minutes later, the people outflanking on the other side had arrived at the corridor where Sherlock was just now. They walked forward along the blood on the ground, passing two or three wards, looking at the corpses on the ground, they A burst of absurd emotions emerged in his heart.

There were so many people, but they didn't stop that guy?

The next second, a panicked roar came from the earphones:

"Shoot! Shoot! That guy is coming!"

Soon, the intercom was enveloped by intensive gunfire, sharp screams, the muffled sound of bullets hitting body armor, messy footsteps and miserable grunts.

"Damn it, Ms. Lilith is in his hands!"

"Don't fucking care about this, otherwise we will all die here. Puff——!!!"

The voice on the intercom suddenly stopped, leaving only the sound of bones breaking.

The pursuing guard raised his head and watched the blood spreading toward the end of the corridor, and his heart began to beat wildly.

It's only a few minutes?
  That person has rushed out so far?
  But how did he survive under such intense firepower?

At first, when he was assigned to participate in the security of this hospital, he felt a little ridiculous because they were only looking after one person.

Just that one person
  In this guard's mind, it was a big joke to use hundreds of people to prevent one person from escaping. Moreover, the person seemed to have been tortured for a week and it was difficult to even stand up.

However, in these few minutes, he gradually realized that the most ridiculous thing was himself. A wave of coldness emanating from his heart instantly enveloped his whole body.

"Damn it! When can you take care of me!"

From the intercom inside the helmet, a burst of curses came from another band.

"Get there immediately!"

The guard captain shuddered violently and then recovered.

He led the team behind him and rushed forward quickly.

Two minutes later, he arrived at the location where the report had been sent.

The corpses on the ground were like a human slaughterhouse. The well-trained soldiers were all lying on the ground. The blood on the ground gathered into a river, making his hand holding the gun tremble a little.

Suddenly, he saw a person standing in the corner of the room.

"Ms. Lilith?!"

He was startled, and immediately ordered the team members behind him to guard the door with gestures, and then rushed towards Lilith.

Perhaps because of what he saw along the way, he was in a trance and did not notice the warning in Lilith's eyes.

So I just rushed out a few steps.

Suddenly, a helmeted corpse behind him suddenly stood up and fired at the back of his heart. At the same time, a grenade was thrown at the soldiers guarding the door on the other side of the room.

(End of this chapter)