big devil holmes

Chapter 436 Declaration of War

"eat?"

Sherlock hesitated on this word for a long time, and then asked a little awkwardly: "You mean, that old guy Dante eats mutant creatures when he has nothing to do?"

The meaning of the other party must be obvious, but Sherlock still couldn't help but want to make sure, and he subconsciously blurted out the title [that old guy Dante]. This must be disrespectful to Lord Dante, but when he thought of Dante casually throws out the rhetoric of 'saving the world' to scare people, and then does nothing to leave this kind of thing to himself. This behavior is really shameless.

Besides, how could he be so sure who would be the next person to pass through the gate of hell? More than 30 years ago, he was probably not even born yet. Besides, what if the person he said would save the world was Nightingale? Well, in the end, I got myself to take the blame, which is really deceiving.

"Yes, although I don't see it with my own eyes every time, that guy is indeed feeding on mutated creatures, and the way he eats is honestly a bit barbaric. Sometimes when I see that scene, People can’t even tell who is the mutated creature.”

The old man didn't know that Sherlock had scolded Dante hundreds of times in his mind, so he was just thinking about it, with a very bored look in his eyes. It looked like Master Dante was eating demons back then. It's really not very elegant.

"No, I don't need to eat. In fact, I can control these mutated creatures to a certain extent."

"Oh, that's it." The old man nodded and did not show any surprise. After all, even people who chewed demons alive have seen it. Controlling demons is definitely easier to accept.

"Then how much can you control?" the old man asked.

"how much do you have?"

"." The old man was stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds of silence, he realized that he had underestimated the young man in front of him: "The specific quantity is not sure, but as you know, the supply of goods in the city basically passes through me. However, it is guaranteed that more than 800 can be put into use directly.”

As he spoke, the old man stood up, his back hunched, and his legs and feet looked a little unlucky: "But the quantity is not important. I have channels out of the city, so the mutant creatures can be replenished.

Also, that guy Miles told me your request, so come with me, let’s take a look at the ‘big guy’ in your mouth first. "

In this world, there may be many people who are familiar with demons, such as soldiers who have fought mutant creatures in the wild, or researchers in laboratories.

But the two people who are most indifferent to the devil are probably Sherlock and the old man in front of him. In the eyes of these two guys, the devil can even be summarized with the simplest numbers. How much do you have, how much do you want, how much do you want? What is missing can be returned or replenished, just like talking about those chickens in the breeding farm that croak all day long.

Along the way, they walked past the rows of roaring demons, and an old man and a young man strolled leisurely. The bodyguard who followed Sherlock looked at the terrifying monster in the cage anxiously, with a hint of panic flashing from time to time in his expression. , for fear that someone inside would spit out a pool of saliva and burn through his Tianling Cap.

After walking like this for about ten minutes, and passing several very secret corridors and elevators, Sherlock discovered that the factory looked much larger than it actually was. The underground area was continuously extending, apparently for several years. In the past ten years, this legendary old man known as the "Breeder" has transformed this place into a real devil breeding farm.

Finally, in the deepest part of the factory, after walking through a huge tunnel, a few people finally came to an underground warehouse. When the workers along the road saw the boss personally bringing people over, a trace of surprise flashed in their eyes, but they immediately took it back. sight, and gave way.

The alloy door of the warehouse slowly opened

The cold wind that had not experienced sunlight blew out. Behind the huge iron door was an even larger space. A rough estimate was that the lift was even fifty or sixty meters away, with an area of ​​at least two thousand square meters.

It is estimated that the lowest level of the entire factory was designed for this huge space.

The bodyguard followed here and was not allowed to go any further. Only the old man and Sherlock boarded the tram prepared behind the warehouse door and went all the way to the deepest part of the warehouse. Against the backdrop of the empty field, human beings were It seems so small in this space.

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Those are three things that look like 'iron maidens', which are steel cages that were smelted into human form in the Middle Ages and had thorns inside. And the three here are each nearly ten meters high. Standing quietly on the ground, looking from a distance, it looks like a statue standing in a church in his original world for people to admire.

I don't know whether it was because the air had never seen sunlight, so the air was cold, or because he felt the things in those cages. Sherlock's hand hanging by his side subconsciously clenched slightly.

The old man pressed a button in front of the tram and said something into the intercom. Then, the three huge iron maidens roared, and the plate nearly half a meter behind cracked from the middle, and then the bearings The friction between them slowly opened towards both sides.

Sherlock looked at the three huge humanoid demons in the special cage and took a deep breath.

Thin, strong, slightly short in stature but well muscled, the third-order demons in different forms stood calmly in front of Sherlock, with every joint tightly bound by thick hydraulic shackles, and a pipe in their mouths. A huge tube should be used to inject anesthesia and nutrients. He is sleeping, restrained, and motionless, but he can still feel the pressure coming from his face. Even the old man next to him can't help but feel the pressure. sighed softly.

However, he was not lamenting the terrifying power of these demons, but was lamenting that the three ferocious mutated creatures in front of him were once living humans.

"I know that in your world, these mutant creatures are called demons. They do have the appearance of being called [demons], but I still can't accept this term.

Maybe there are many such miserable humans in your area. But in this world, there are very few mutated humans who have reached maturity. Most of them are military soldiers or scientific researchers near the cracks in time and space. They were affected by the unstable fluctuations in a certain crack. That’s why it became like this.

I have many, hundreds, or thousands of other mutant creatures, and I can continue to provide them to you as long as I have enough time, but I only have three of these big ones."

"That's enough." Sherlock said, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he subconsciously felt a little awkward.

In the past, in his eyes, these guys were just demons whose minds only wanted to devour or wander around. They were enemies and a different species, so whether they were killed or driven, there was no grudge at all.

But now, after learning that they were once human beings, there have been some slight changes in their thinking. Fortunately, Sherlock has never been a person who cared about life or ethics. Even in his mind, he felt that if these people who became monsters still had their own thoughts, then their biggest appeal should be to go quickly. Die.

So, he got off the tram and walked slowly towards one of the demons. Under the windbreaker, some tentacles could no longer bear their temper and were twisting their limbs eagerly.

"Don't worry. It's all yours."

He comforted in a low voice, stretched out a hand, and lightly touched the hard steel-like skin with his fingertips.

There is no need to touch the blood. These third-level demons obviously possess extremely huge amounts of radiation, so Sherlock's fingertips directly felt a comfortable hot feeling, and a few small tentacles in his sleeves were already happy. stretched out, they spread along the skin, as if the growing vines were accelerated a hundred times, and then penetrated into the gaps between the devil's lips, the holes in the ears, and the gaps under the eyes.

How long.

Six months? Or seven months, eight months?

As Sherlock felt and thought, the looming connection gradually became clear.

Finally, the familiar feeling came back.

People in this world have a very vague concept of time. The artificial sun in the sky has taken away the changes of day and night. The sky and the exploding stars also make there no difference between the four seasons of the year. People sleep according to the time they work. As time goes by, maybe in my previous company, I started working at 4pm every day, but now, I have to change my biological clock to am.

Day after day, year after year, perhaps only the hands on the clock record the changes of the years. Unconsciously, people grow up, grow old, or die.

Two months is neither long nor short. Ever since Sherlock came to the factory in the industrial area, he has never been out again, and the legendary breeder also suddenly announced that he would no longer go out. Although many people were confused about selling mutated creatures, no one dared to ask more questions.

What's even more puzzling is that after he stopped selling them, the old man didn't stop capturing these mutated creatures. Instead, he intensified his efforts. In two months, he tripled the frequency of his field operations and hired a large number of people. Both hunters and weapons dealers made a lot of money during this time.

Finally, one day, as a huge truck roared out of control, rushed towards the factory at high speed, and then violently collided with the guardrail, and when it burst into flames and exploded in the factory area, Sherlock realized , even the breeder, who is extremely famous among the underground forces, still cannot stop the government from searching for him.

What is supposed to come will always come.

……

The door was knocked open, the fuel in the container poured out, and the entire factory yard was surrounded by a sea of ​​fire. Then more and more roars were heard in the distance, and countless vehicles were speeding in this direction. At the same time, the sky above The helicopter also came quickly.

There was no prior notice, and there was no such thing as the public's impression that a group of soldiers surrounded the factory and shouted warnings such as "Put down the gun, put your head in your hands and surrender" through loudspeakers. Everything happened so suddenly, and It started with the most direct and brutal fire suppression.

Of course, the government knew very well about the old man in the factory and did not dare to understand it. But when the traitor and the old man were connected, no matter what the relationship was between the two of them, or what the relationship was, The plan is enough for the government to launch a desperate attack.

"You and I both knew that such a day would come, so we didn't say goodbye. There is a once-abandoned subway line underground. I restored it a few years ago. My people can take you out of the industrial area."

"Aren't you going to leave with me?" After these two months of training, Sherlock's complexion has returned to normal. His pale face looks very healthy, but he has ignored himself for a long time and his beard is unshaven, as if he has slept for a few hours. The homeless man in Wolgyao-dong.

The old man in front of me shook his head: "No, I know my weight in the hearts of those in the government. For so many years, they have been thinking about getting rid of me every day. Now they have finally found a reason. I can't help but give them face." ,Right."

The vibration outside the window continued, and the lights above the head swayed crazily, reflecting the wrinkles on the old man's face like those touching mountains and rivers on the map. He smiled gently and said: "I can help you withstand a lot of pressure, but I can only I will stay here and will not enter the city.

This is my territory, and I can make the decision here, but after all, I am still a member of this world. I cannot convince myself that in order to help an enemy all over the world, I bring bullets and gunpowder smoke to those people.

I know this sounds hypocritical, but even if I become a traitor to mankind, I still don't want innocent people to be injured or die because of me. When people get old, sometimes they are a little childish. "

The old man in front of him sounded apologetic, and at the same time he seemed to be particularly sincere.

"Good luck to you."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." The old man smiled helplessly, as if he was thinking of some old memories. Gunshots rang out outside, and the fighting had begun. "More than 30 years ago, that bastard guy also said this before leaving, and then , and he never came back.

Underground, some people still wearing workers' clothes opened the door of the old underground train and rushed in together with Sherlock. After more than ten seconds, the train, which had been scrapped and forcibly repaired, began to accelerate, moving along the The abandoned track quickly drove into the dark tunnel.

Above the surface, the gunfire never stopped. The missiles flew out from the guided muzzle at the rear at an astonishing speed and pierced firmly into the factory building. The glass and cement walls collapsed instantly, and countless people were blown over. On the ground, thick black smoke was carried into the sky by a strong wind that happened to be passing by. People in the distant city could see it, like a big flag flying over the last huge city of mankind.

A traitor has finally ended his long hiding and is about to declare war on the world.

(End of this chapter)