I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 436 I Found You!
When John Watson confirmed that the purple shadow man who suddenly jumped out of the thin goddess' body was Jack the Ripper, he immediately turned around and ran.

While turning around and running, he had already taken out the firearms hidden under his windbreaker.

A British gun that shouldn't be there.

A large-caliber revolver - Colt M1873 single-action revolver!

John Watson gripped the wooden handle, and an unusually familiar feeling surged up from his palms and fingers.

Although I don't seem to have ever used this revolver.

But somehow he had an incredible intuition that the surging blood at this moment seemed to be able to break through the barrier of the skin and flow directly into the gun body.

The boiling hot blood circulated through the grip, cylinder and barrel and returned to his fingers. The blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder and metal flowed into his heart - he already knew all the details of this Colt revolver.

The lines of the barrel, the firmness of the screws, the size of the bullet, the veins of the grip…all the information is clear in mind. The air is slightly moist and the wind is a light breeze from the northeast.

The distance between me and the target was nine yards. As I continued to run, I shifted one step to the eleven o'clock position, swung my arm back seventy-five degrees and lowered it by thirty centimeters - the accuracy rate of hitting the head with this shot was as high as eighty-nine percent!
The thumb pulls the rear-loading hammer, and the cylinder rotates with a crisp sound. The cylinder has rotated to the appropriate position, and it will roar with a deafening roar as soon as the trigger is dropped!

However, at this moment, something in the back of John Watson's brain suddenly jumped, and an ominous premonition of danger was struggling desperately in the back of his heart!
An unprecedented fear of death surged into his heart, even more than when he faced those lunatics with evil powers in Woolsthorpe Lunatic Asylum a hundred times or a thousand times more.

Get out of the way!

Must dodge this attack!
Otherwise...I will die!

While running, the center of gravity of his body leaned forward, and he supported himself with his arms in front of him, with his knees slightly bent. The moment his palms slapped the ground, he rolled forward. A monotonous and hollow syllable came from behind his ears, but he could inexplicably understand its meaning in his heart.

"open."

The corners of his vision did not catch any light, his ears did not hear any sound of breaking wind, and his scalp did not feel any air fluctuations, but the danger premonition that was vibrating wildly in his head outlined in his mind the trace of something like a snake flying three inches above his head.

Without any hesitation, John Watson pulled the trigger the moment he rolled up. The firing pin hit the primer, and the specially-charged propellant ignited violently.

Bang—a bullet shining with a cold silver-white light flew out among the thick black smoke!

But John Watson could not hear any echo. The bullet that should have hit the human body seemed to have fallen into the air, and there was no sound of penetrating the human body.

He suddenly trembled violently.

The bullet clearly didn't hit the target, but instead there was a strange sound of flesh cracking in his chest, like dry paint breaking apart.

The nervous system howled with fear and helplessness, and the skin and flesh made the creaking sounds like rusty door hinges.

John Watson's chest was inevitably open. Looking down, he could see blood gushing out, and his shirt and vest were soon stained red and wet.

But, he is not dead yet.

At the moment when the invisible and intangible snake turned back, John Watson's muscle instinctive reaction was more decisive and faster than his thoughts!

Since it is unavoidable, we must do our best to reduce the damage and losses.

At the last moment before the invisible snake bit down, John Watson's body moved on its own, and a shudder like a sneeze caused his torso to shift slightly.

The invisible snake that could have directly pierced the heart and spine failed to do so, narrowly passing by the heart, leaving only a serious wound that was not fatal on the spot. At that moment, John Watson felt a strange pain that he had never experienced before, as if his chest was pierced by some kind of cone.

But the invisible cone did not pierce his chest, nor his back, but burst directly inside his chest!
Two completely identical cones pierced out simultaneously in the front and back, creating a hole as thick as a little finger. Before the blood flooded the hole, the two holes could even be connected into a straight line, allowing people with sharp eyes to peek at the scene in front of John Watson directly from his back!
"Huh! You can actually dodge this?"

There was a soft cry from behind.

John Watson no longer had the energy to care about anything else. The blood gushing out of his chest also took away his life force and energy. He began to experience blackouts, with dark spots appearing in his right eye.

But the artificial eye obtained from Miss Charlotte once again played an incredible magical role. The mechanism inside the sphere started to work rapidly, and the faint glass began to burst out with shining light, illuminating his skull clearly and transparently.

The almost unconscious consciousness suddenly came back to life, an inexplicable sense of rationality took over the mind, and a series of incomprehensible data flashed through the mind.

The current blood loss is about 200ML, and the continuous blood loss rate is 80ML per second. Symptoms of weakness are expected to appear in five seconds - the bleeding problem needs to be solved immediately!

John Watson held the gun handle tightly with his right hand, repeatedly pressing the hammer and pulling the trigger, emptying the entire magazine towards the purple shadow behind him in his memory, and thick smoke filled the air behind him.

At the same time, he reached into the inner pocket of his windbreaker with his left hand, took out a light red ampoule, broke the sealed bottleneck directly, and stuffed the bottle mouth into the open hole in his chest.

The light red liquid seemed to be heavier than blood. It directly blocked the hole and pushed the blood that was about to flow out back.

Hiss—the burning pain burned violently at the wound, but at the same time it also made people feel indescribable pleasure.

It feels so good!

The two wounds temporarily stopped the flow of blood, but the scars were still not healed, and blood carefully flowed out from the flesh that had not yet completely healed.

While completing the series of actions of emptying the magazine and healing his wounds, John Watson did not stop. His legs began to move randomly, taking erratic steps that even he himself could not predict his next step. He moved around like a young butterfly struggling and fluttering in a storm.

But even so, his speed did not decrease at all.

After dodging three attacks that his five senses had no way of predicting, and paying the tragic price of having his left thigh and right kidney pierced - John Watson finally staggered to a vacant house.

There was a white piece of paper saying "For Rent" on the adjacent glass.

The dusty glass reflected his embarrassed posture as he fled in panic, but the face in the reflection showed a confident smile.

John Watson smashed the glass in front of him with his shoulder, ignored the broken glass shards piercing his body, and rolled over to hide in the house.

In front of where he had just stood, the mossy wall tiles crumbled silently.

When John Watson reappeared, he was holding a slender rifle with a peculiar hexagonal barrel in his arms.

The Whitworth M1857 precision rifle is another weapon that looks strangely familiar.

When the trigger is pulled, a bright light shines inside the barrel!
"Jack the Ripper, it's not you who finally found me."

"I finally found you!"

(End of this chapter)