big devil holmes

Chapter 485 The Fall of the Hero (Part )
Just like in the dry season, there are always a few slowly wandering ants who expose the hiding place of the entire ant colony because they return to their nest late.

So, the anteater then came and dug up the entire nest.

At this extremely tense moment, everyone knew not to shoot, but one person's fingers trembled, and the bullet happened to hit the man who was tied up in front of the car.

The injury was not serious. It is impossible for a third-level contractor to be seriously injured by a bullet.

But it should still hurt a little, after all, the bullet penetrated the flesh.

Sherlock turned his head and looked at the bullet hole in his shoulder. With a little effort, the squeezing between muscles easily squeezed the bullet out of his body, and then he smiled.

He found that he no longer needed to find reasons to calm down, because a cute bullet told him in advance that there was no need to calm down.

So he was very happy. The bumpy and irritable mood along the way finally found an outlet.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha" He laughed out loud, but the sound was very short and uncomfortable for those listening at night.

What was even more uncomfortable was what was to come, because right after that, amidst laughter, Sherlock dropped his shoulders slightly, lowered his head, and used all his strength to try to pull the palms out of the shackles.

Yes, he began to use brute force to pull his hand out!

The special steel that was ten centimeters thick rubbed against his wrist joint, and there was a teeth-searing friction sound between the skin and flesh. His thumb was forcefully pressed inward, and then shattered, and the outside of his little finger His skin was torn apart by the huge force, and his white tendons were extremely horrifying when illuminated by the street lights.

The people holding the guns were frightened. Although they had heard of ways to escape from handcuffs by dislocating their thumbs, how could anyone use such a self-mutilating method to forcefully pull out their hands, especially when they were still like this? Doing this kind of thing under multiple gunpoints and in full view of everyone.

"Mr. Sherlock!"

"Mr. Sherlock, stop!"

"Damn it! Fire!!!"

Finally, under this situation, no one could sit idly by and ignore it. In fact, until the endless smoke burst out from those black round holes, most of the soldiers still had no idea what was happening. They He just waited mechanically and panicked for such an order, and then started shooting desperately.

In short, at this moment, on a street three kilometers away from the edge of the ancient Roman city, intensive gunfire suddenly erupted. Countless bullets roared and shot at a lonely person from all directions, as if countless bullets were fired from Golden chains appeared from all directions, poking into the man's flesh and embedded in his bones, trying to bind him tightly.

But the man did not hide. He clenched his teeth tightly, and there was a suppressed hiss in his throat. A low roar of pain or pleasure was squeezed out from between the teeth. Blood spattered everywhere, covering the white body. His teeth were stained red, blood surged up, and the scorching trajectory burned his eyes until they were bloodshot.

Suddenly, there was a stab!
One of the man's hands was finally brutally removed from the shackles. The bloody hand was thrown out in a huge arc in mid-air due to inertia. Then, the man attached himself to the steel pipe that held the shackles on his feet. The whole person pressed his feet down and stretched his arms in opposite directions, as if he was a madman trying to pull himself up in this way.

Sherlock didn't need to persuade himself anymore, but he didn't escape either. He didn't want to jump under the shackles like a fugitive, or move around in small steps to avoid it. That would be very uncomfortable, so he ignored the pouring bullets. Rain, it took a full five seconds, or six seconds, or seven seconds. Bang! With a loud sound, the alloy steel bar burst open, and the huge reaction force caused Sherlock to fall to the ground. The blood all over his body seemed to explode on the ground, and the pain made him extremely happy.

He also confirmed once again that no matter what, he hated the feeling of being chained.

In these few seconds, the five third-level contractors who followed the convoy finally completed the great devil's awakening command. They have been standing at the back of the team. For some reason, the one who was still there a second ago Mr. Sherlock, who was very calm, suddenly seemed to go crazy.

But it didn't matter. Five huge humanoid demons opened the transport warehouse and stood up in the imperial city of the empire, on the streets under the night.

Pedestrians around him screamed the first second the gunfire started and fled in a hurry, but they couldn't escape far in five seconds. Not far away, those hysterical screams of fear could still be heard.

The noise made Sherlock very irritable.

Therefore, he jumped up from the ground and faced the flames closest to him. He pressed one hand firmly on the helmet of a soldier who was shooting, and pushed his whole body behind him. Another soldier's chest.

Poof!

The riot helmet was crushed in response, along with the head inside the helmet and of course the chest of the soldier behind him.

"Whoo~"

At this moment, Sherlock seemed to exhale gently, feeling that the anger in his heart was slightly relieved!
But then, a third-level demon stepped across the crowd and walked towards Sherlock.

The gunfire didn't stop, but the crowd dispersed quickly, and then a huge palm slammed down on Sherlock's head.

I still remember a scene in some ancient Eastern myths, where the gods were angry with a certain ape-like livestock and tried to suppress it with their huge palms. In fact, if you think about this story, the livestock in the story is somewhat similar to the current Shylock. Similarly, he has obviously been recruited by the grand group, but just because he is too conceited and dislikes restraint, under circumstances that no one can understand, he suddenly goes crazy and drives himself into the state of a crazy monster. In the situation.

Of course, the ancient mythical ape creature never regretted his actions.

Neither did Sherlock. And he was better than the legendary figure who couldn't compete with him, because under the suppression of the huge palm, the other party really lost the room to resist, and was imprisoned for hundreds of years, while he was fighting with all his strength. The pain and blood, as well as the restriction of the medicine, suddenly moved sideways to avoid the slap that fell from the sky.

There was a loud bang, the slap hit the ground, and a few fingers hit the armored vehicle's compartment. The compartment was instantly deflated by more than half a meter, and then bounced up to the ground unyieldingly.
Sherlock rolled to the side of the street and hit a street lamp. The sedative in his body was very effective. Otherwise, he was just a third-level contractor who had never been on the battlefield. He was confident that he could kill him within 10 seconds. other side.

Oh. There seem to be five large demons on the other side.

In the capital of the empire, there are so many big guys. These people really think highly of themselves.

Under the darkness of night, several demons that were further away were already running towards this side. They arrived at a distance of more than ten meters in just a few steps. Their huge bodies formed an insurmountable high wall. They looked down coldly. It seems that they can crush this person to pulp at any time if they want.

It was a drugged prisoner, a baby with little ability to resist, an injured person covered in blood, and a poor street kitten.

Sherlock's vision was stained red by the blood on his forehead. When he looked at the large demons, he also saw the dots of starlight above the night sky. Those lights were hundreds of millions of light years away from him, but because of the few in front of him, It turns red with blood. It is always said in nursery rhymes that the stars in the sky blink and blink like little eyes.

Children are naive. They never think about what a terrible scene it would be if there were really eyes all over the sky. But now, those eyes are all blood red, staring ferociously at the bloody massacre that is about to happen on the ground. Maybe they know that someone will die soon, knowing that a hero's story is likely to end tonight, so they watch without blinking. .

A small tentacle appeared in Sherlock's cuff. It was very thin and soft, but Sherlock was very happy because the effect of the sedative did not completely seal those cute little tentacles. After all, these cute little guys don't need it. They have their own thoughts for their own summons. At this moment, these little guys must have felt the crisis of their master, so they came out timidly.

So, a clang.

The street light flickered, and the man under the light disappeared.

Because of the terrifying speed, a puff of blood did not have time to keep up, leaving behind a strange blood line in the air for a moment. The blood line flashed to the side, and then curved from the side of a certain building. The shadow circled behind a demon on the edge, and in less than a second, climbed onto the demon's shoulder.

The whole process was too fast. The soldiers were blocked by the demon's figure and could not keep up with the speed. The contractor was concentrating on controlling the demon. He lost his mind for a moment and could no longer catch the figure. Sherlock's chest was surging, and a mouthful of blood came out. Spouting out, a tentacle quickly pierced out from the sleeve, and then penetrated into the eyes of the demon.

Severe pain suddenly burst out in Sherlock's mind. Under the influence of the demon sedative, he forcibly established a link with a demon that did not belong to him. No one could imagine how painful this kind of pain was. In short, the demon was originally The owner suddenly covered his head and screamed, staggered and passed out.

The pain Sherlock endured was several times, dozens of times greater than that of this man, but his glasses instantly brightened up, and the bullet holes all over his body burst out with a large amount of blood due to the strange backlash, instantly turning him into a bloody man.

But the demon under him suddenly speeded up at this moment. The blood was torn apart like bright red confetti in the night, and turned into flying butterflies. The bright red petals were lifted up by the wind. Among the thousands of bright reds, the man stood up. He did not take this opportunity to escape. Instead, he turned around unhappily and slapped the other one beside him who had not yet reacted!
In the battle between demons, there will be no such behavior as slapping, let alone in the battle between contractors.

Because there is no harm in doing so.

But decompress.

What Sherlock wants now is not victory, what he wants is to relieve the unhappiness in his heart, and after this mouthful, he felt a little better, so he opened his mouth with satisfaction, and the devil under him stretched out his arms, He opened his fingers extremely clumsily, but clasped the throat of the demon in front of him very accurately. His fingertips inserted into the opponent's neck, clasping the blood vessels, trachea, or esophagus, it didn't matter, until the third finger The joints sank into flesh and blood, and he clenched his hands suddenly and pulled them out.

"Puff!!!" With a sound, a huge amount of blood began to spurt out like a leaking fire hydrant.

The second second has just passed
Only then did the three remaining contractors realize what had happened, and a strong sense of danger surged into their hearts. Although it was incredible, they realized that a fellow demon seemed to be forcibly controlled. Mission experience, one of them roared wildly, suddenly drove the demon to turn around, and kicked forward!
However, at such a speed, the defecting demon managed to avoid it with a seemingly clumsy sideways move. Then, a dense and terrifying impact exploded in the mind of the contractor. It was when his contracted creature was being violently beaten. feedback of.

But this kind of feedback is too fast and too cruel, like heavy rain falling from the sky, and then turning every drop of rainwater into huge rocks, roaring and smashing on his body. He wants to run away with his head in his arms, but there is nowhere to hide. Another Seconds later, the contractor felt his face pale. He looked at the light not far away. His glasses couldn't keep up with the demon's arm that had turned into an afterimage. He could only bear the blows coming towards his face. Brutal abuse.

In the third second, with this extremely simple single action, another contractor foamed at the mouth due to the backlash and collapsed on the ground.

Sherlock was very tired, in pain, very refreshed, and very happy. He knew that what he was doing now was about to push him in an irreversible direction, but like the last sprint before climax, he had no scruples, just Thinking of enjoying this charming pleasure, he pounced on the remaining two demons.

In the fourth second, a demon's heart was ripped out alive.

At the fifth second, the huge teeth tore open the opponent's demon's face and crushed its skull. He squatted next to its huge corpse and happily dug into the gaps in the Tianling Cap.

Five seconds, five large demons, no one could imagine that a prisoner who was sedated by demon sedatives could do such a thing.

But this does not prevent the surrounding soldiers from using five seconds to send a message requesting support.

Soon, the defense forces around the French city rushed over. They saw the demon tearing apart a huge corpse in the middle of the street. Absurdity and fear filled their hearts. For the time being, these people had no time to ask what happened, but Obviously, the culprit who caused such a scene is undoubtedly a crazy lunatic and an anti-social element.

Therefore, people began to sweep the entire area mercilessly, and the signals for support never stopped for a moment.

No one noticed that the manhole cover of a sewer well on the roadside was slowly closing.

(End of this chapter)