what do you think sherlock

Chapter 21
A two-seater carriage parked steadily near St. Bartholomew's Hospital.

"Ma'am, the front is blocked by the police." The coachman glanced at the blocked road before turning back to the passengers in the car.

Angelina nodded, paid the fare and got off without saying anything.

"John Watson," she pronounced the name curiously, looking towards the hospital ahead, as if she could see through the cordoned off police and the layers of walls, and saw that strange and Mysterious man.

She still remembers the first time she met, the other party looked depressed and had no faith in life, but after just a few days, the other party seemed to be a different person.

Not only did the mental state of the whole person undergo a 180-degree change, but he was even appreciated by His Excellency Charles and was introduced into his party.

Even Mrs. Stubbs let herself come to him for help these days.

"It is very curious, Mr. Watson."

Angelina murmured.

*
Mr. John Di Renjie Watson, who was in the hospital at this time, didn't have time to think about anything. After discussing the action plan with Sherlock and Jasmine, the three of them split up and acted according to their respective plans.

Di Renjie needed to go alone to the floor above the main entrance of the hospital, and find a window where Lestrade could observe.And Sherlock and Jasmine will take advantage of this time to confirm the enemy's force deployment inside the hospital.

In addition, for the sake of safety, with the help of Jasmine who is familiar with medical equipment, the three of them each took a few scalpels and bone-chopping knives in case of accidents.

However, why is there a bone-chopping knife in the hospital?
Mmm, Ms. Jasmine had a weird expression when holding the knife...

Di Renjie was a little confused, but right now was not the time to worry about it. After separating from Sherlock, he walked up the stairs alone.

The more rigorous the plan, the more afraid of accidents during execution. The huge and delicate arrangement always collapses in some inadvertent details. Of course Di Renjie understands this truth and will not make such mistakes.

So in the process of moving forward, when he passed every corner and every door, he maintained 100% vigilance.

Fortunately, the end result was exactly what he had envisioned.

Due to the lack of manpower, the enemy did not manage to deploy manpower surveillance on the corridors of each floor.This allowed him to easily walk to the predetermined position, and successfully made Lestrade notice him.

From another point of view, their operation this time actually took advantage of the enemy's psychological loopholes. It is hard for the Russians to imagine that an opponent will appear from the inside of a building that has been cleaned up.

After completing the goal, Di Renjie quickly returned to the original position, and after another one or two minutes, Sherlock and the two also completed the task and came back.

"How is it?" Di Renjie looked at Sherlock.

"Good news," Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "just as we thought, all the hostages and gunmen gathered in the waiting hall."

"How many gunmen are there?"

"Two, one for each of us, it should be resolved quickly." Sherlock said confidently.

"Do you have a gun then, Sherlock."

"John, don't you tell me you only have one gun"

"Unfortunately, but, you are right." Di Renjie spread his hands helplessly.

"This is really bad news."

"Actually, it's okay, if there are only two people." Di Renjie said seriously.

"Really?"

"Remember? When we were in the bar, there were two people on the other side."

This reason sounded like that, and Sherlock didn't ask too much about it, "The hostages will definitely be in a panic after that."

"The waiting hall is the hub of the hospital, and there are many entrances and exits, so when I shoot, I hope that you and Jasmine can enter the hall from two other directions at the same time. and trust, and lead everyone to evacuate in an orderly manner," Di Renjie shrugged,

"By the way, remember to wear a white coat when the time comes, it will be easier to calm the patient's emotions."

"No problem, it's still dangerous to evacuate directly to the main entrance after that..." Sherlock analyzed calmly.

"Infusion room!" The two said in unison, obviously wanting to go together.

"But Sherlock, we need Jasmine to guide them to the infusion room when the time comes, and we still have a scene to play."

*
On the third floor of a private building opposite St. Bartholomew's Hospital, Mycroft stood behind a window, opened a small hole in the shutter in front of him with his fingers, and looked thoughtfully at the opposite hospital.

"Your Excellency Mycroft," a member of the Secrecy Bureau wearing a black windbreaker and black round hat walked in, "20 snipers are already in place, and they can shoot the three targets at the entrance and exit at any time."

McCaw nodded, indicating that he understood.

"However, Your Excellency," the subordinate seemed a little worried. After deliberating for a while, he asked again, "Will this affect the safety of the hostages inside the building?"

"Do you think they really want to kill, dare to kill those hostages?" Mycroft's words carried a sense of school examination.

"You mean..." The subordinate was obviously a little confused.

"Remember, they are spies, not kidnappers." Mycroft looked at the subordinate with some disappointment.

How stupid, Mycroft thought to himself, it had been a long time since there was a newcomer in the Secrecy Bureau that caught his eye.

What he said just now has actually given enough hints.

This truth is very simple to say. The case in front of us looks dangerous, but in fact, those Russians did not have the courage to kill civilians on a large scale because they were spies rather than criminals.

No matter what the mission of the spies is, their ultimate goal must be the national interest. So, besides arousing the anger of Britain, what good does it do for the Russians to kill civilians on a large scale?The strength of Great Britain today is far above that of Russia.

In addition, you must know that the current cabinet is a rare pro-Russian cabinet. If these spies really dare to kill people here, then Mr. Disraeli, who lives in seclusion in Huendon Manor, will probably wake up laughing in the middle of the night.At the beginning, this gentleman was criticized by the current prime minister because he firmly opposed Russia's southern invasion of Eastern Europe and West Asia. If something like this happens now, the Conservative Party may make a comeback immediately.

"It's a pity that guy Sherlock doesn't want to have a relationship with the government..." Mycroft sighed, continued to observe the hospital, and at the same time said to his subordinates waiting at the side:
"Let the sniper prepare and follow my instructions."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"It's a bit strange," Mycroft touched his chin suddenly, "Whether they find Sherlock or not, there is no need to keep him... Could it be..."

As if thinking of something, Mycroft's expression became serious in an instant, and he turned his head to his subordinates again, and spoke quickly:

"Contact Hughendon Manor immediately to confirm Lord Lawton's location."

*
In front of a revolver that can fire bullets continuously, there is not much difference between one person and two people.

The bullets in the metal case had a special charm. Di Renjie walked alone in the corridor, checking the bullets in the gun while walking.

Touching the cold bullet casing with his fingertips, this feeling gave him a wonderful feeling. He loved archery in his previous life, while Watson loved shooting in his previous life. Now the two overlap, which makes him have a special interest in spear skills. Unspeakable understanding.

It is not difficult to hit two people in a row. In the case of two people guarding a large group of people at the same time, it is impossible for them to maintain the same orientation for a long time.

Then, after the first shot hits one person, at the moment the second person has to turn around, another shot is fired, and everything will be over.

Yes, the truth is that simple, the truth of killing people is always that simple.

He smiled helplessly, and snapped the left-handed bullet back into the gun body.

3, 2, 1.
time up.

Di Renjie stepped out from the corner, and fired the first shot as if he had practiced countless times.

"Oh!"

One spy fell to the ground in response, while the second spy, as expected, tried to turn around and return to help.

"Oh!"

A second shot fired, taking his life.

Sherlock and Jasmine rushed into the crowd from two other entrances.

Slight gunfire emanated from the cold muzzle of the gun, which was the smell of dying life.

two gunshots,

Two lives.

　Today’s paper liver is too long, the second one will be later~
　　The school is busy tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so I guess there will only be a single update (I will try my best to write 3k), sorry
　　Make it up on Wednesday on Sunday~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)