big devil holmes

Chapter 86 Lead the way
How long does it take to break a leg bone?
one second
So the middle-aged man only had time to let out a short and sharp scream, and the pain directly activated the brain's self-protection mechanism, and he chose to pass out.

At the same time, the three bodyguards at the door responded immediately.

Two of them had already pulled out their guns, and the one who was closest to the door had already leapt forward and rushed towards Sherlock with all his teeth and claws!
It has to be said that it is not easy to hire bodyguards with such quick responses in the lower city. In such a sudden second, these people almost recovered from the horror in an instant, and directly made the most correct decision. judge!
Oh, no, the most correct judgment should be to turn around and run away!

It seems they missed this precious opportunity
Anyway, at this moment, Sherlock picked up the broken leg bone in his hand, and poked it at the bodyguard who was rushing towards him in mid-air. The sharp bone spur was accompanied by a powerful force, and with a puff, he poked into it. Into the opponent's face, the cheekbones were shattered, with half of the nose and a gap that was getting bigger and bigger, passing through the entire skull longitudinally, and poking straight out from the back of the head!

This scene was extremely brutal, and what was even more unacceptable was that the man didn't die immediately after this poke, but knelt miserably on the ground, clutching a thigh bone in both hands, and burst into a fit of dislike. The human screamed, trying to pull the thing out of his face.

Sherlock was lazy to care about him, pulled the man's hair and lifted him up to block him; the frenzied operation before made the two hot men at the door hesitate for half a second, and only then did the first gunshot finally appear, But Sherlock just turned sideways strangely, completely hiding himself behind that person's body!
boom!boom!boom!The bullet blasted blood holes in the man's body, and there was a violent convulsion. The big brother whose face was pierced through finally kicked his legs a few times in the air, and was relieved in a miserable way.

However, the living room is not that big at all, and Sherlock's figure has arrived in an instant under the sound of these gunshots, so fast that the hot guy at the door didn't even have time to retreat, a corpse full of bullet holes He had already flung himself over, and behind the corpse, finally appeared an extremely calm face, a stream of blood splashed obliquely from the corner of his brow to his jaw, passing through a pupil that seemed to have been soaked in blood.

Fear swept his whole body at this moment, he even forgot to scream, he just felt his chest heat up, and when he realized it again, a section of arm had already sunk into his elbow, and Sherlock's fingertip knuckles passed through his breastbone The lower edge of the handle pierced the soft pleura and stomach, and penetrated to the thick spine at the back end, and then just held it, and pressed the other hand on the opponent's face, with both arms slamming in opposite directions. Pull! ! !
It's hard to describe the sound at this moment, first there was the muffled sound of a broken spine, then a hard object passed through the chest cavity, crushing all the internal organs touched along the way, and finally broke out like a childbirth, with the softness in the spine The white nerve bundles were still reluctantly connected, but they were finally torn apart cruelly, and all the sounds during this period converged into a soft, wet sound that made the hairs explode in an instant.

It was just such a staggered encounter, the man no longer had any parts to support his body, and the whole person directly collapsed to the ground. In the final eyes, the fear still hadn't dissipated.

Sherlock lowered his eyes, looked at the broken spine in his hand, then slowly turned his head, looking at the last bodyguard.

And the latter has already been limp on the ground, the sweat all over his body is mixed with the blood spurted out by the dead body. He is holding a gun in his hand, but at this moment he has no intention of shooting at all. Unarmed men are as terrifying as demons.

"Help." Sherlock said lightly.

"???" The gunman obviously hadn't escaped from the shock, and looked at the other party with a face of fear, not quite understanding the meaning of the word.

"I said, you can ask for help, it's best to call all your people over, otherwise I have to look for them one by one."

As Sherlock said, he gestured to a phone hanging on the wall with his eyes, and then threw the spine in his hand to the other party. He didn't even care that the other party still had a pistol, so he just turned around and walked towards The middle-aged man who had fainted from the pain from the very beginning.

After a few steps, he stepped over two motionless corpses, stepped on the blood on the ground, squatted beside the middle-aged man, and spread his five fingers, pressing on the man's face.

Stress coma is different from a person who loses consciousness due to brain trauma. As long as the other party is blocked from exhaling, he can be awakened within a few seconds.

Accompanied by a convulsive struggle, the middle-aged man opened his eyes in horror, and what he saw was blood all over the place, several corpses limp on the ground, and the only bodyguard who was still alive was sticking to the wall, trying to crawl towards a phone.

He didn't dare to think about what happened, but looked at the man in the windbreaker who was still a little unhappy in front of him with even more horror.

"Wake up, that's good. Let's continue the question just now. Do you know where those who didn't pay back the money in time are locked up?"

The muscles all over the middle-aged man's body were convulsed by severe pain. He wanted to say 'know', but he opened his mouth a few times, but he couldn't make a sound because of fear. This is to show that I know that I am still useful.

Sherlock was very satisfied with the other party's reaction:
"Although I want to hear you tell me personally, but the configuration of your building is too simple, you can tell it at a glance, it can only be in the basement, right?"

The middle-aged man nodded hastily and vigorously, trying his best to utter a few syllables: "Yes, yes."

"Okay, let's lead the way."

"???"

"Oh, I'm sorry, it seems that your actions are not very convenient." Sherlock said apologetically, then pulled the other party's hair and walked out the door, laying the lower body with only one foot on the ground A shocking line of blood was drawn out.

The middle-aged man could only struggle and howl miserably, holding Sherlock's wrist with all his strength to prevent his scalp from being torn off alive.

"Don't forget to remind me when you encounter a turning point, I don't like taking long detours." Sherlock said leisurely.

"Front. Turn left ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

While the man was screaming, he could only force himself to make his guiding voice clearer.

"Oh, I still want to tell you how bad I was when I went home today and saw all the shit you guys did. So, can you be quiet?"

"Ugh——"

The person being carried took advantage of the last bit of desire for survival, and closed his mouth firmly, not daring to let out any more wailing.

At the same time, just below the building, in a spacious basement that has been soundproofed.

Several traffickers are methodically stuffing unconscious people into wooden boxes
(I just listen to persuasion, so I try to start updating the third chapter. It may be released in a while)
(End of this chapter)