Demon Sage

Mutated mice and white cats, one up and one down, are obviously the two most common creatures in the eyes of ordinary people, but at this moment there is an inexplicable tension in the confrontation.

"Let's help it!"

"I can't go, the intelligence of the mutant mouse is not low. Now it is a battle between beasts. Once it fails, it is very likely to run directly to its master. If we show up, it may be another ending. You Don't worry, I've seen them confront each other, and the mutant mouse can't fight the white cat."

Sherlock by the wall drew his gun and was about to rush out. Donald hurriedly pressed his shoulders. There were not a lot of mice around now. One-on-one, white cats must be stronger than mutant mice. Just wait and see.

Meow!

The white cat roared in a low voice, and with its front paws, it directly crushed the mouse on the ground to death. With force, it jumped up from the ground and rushed directly to the windowsill.

The mutant mouse had no intention of fighting at all. When the white cat pounced on it, it immediately jumped out. Its speed was also not slow.

Chase!

"Follow up, the opportunity is here, the mouse jumps out instead of running into the warehouse, it must have help outside, and it's not far, otherwise it won't do it!"

One-on-one, the only way for a mouse to escape from the cat's capture is to rely on its relatively small size to drill into a place where the cat can't get in, and walk in a straight line on the ground. That's courting death.

And the mutant mouse chose the second one, because it didn't think it lived too long, then it had the confidence to escape successfully before the white cat caught up with it, or even counter-kill.

"Fortunately, the moon is bright enough tonight, otherwise it would be really hard to catch up."

Sherlock's windbreaker made a puff noise because of the fast running. The speed of the white cat and the mutant mouse was no joke. If it was cloudy today, with only a few turns due to the lighting range of the street lights, the two of them would lose their target. .

"Sherlock, did you hear anything?"

There was the whirring of the wind in his ears, but Donald heard some other sounds.

"Look at the warehouse over there... Oops, we're in a rat's nest!"

The warehouse door seven or eight meters away was cracked, and black shadows were emerging from the inside.

The chasing battle ahead had also stopped, but the battle did not break out. The two of them hid behind a large iron trash can beside the warehouse. In the open space in front of them, there were swarms of mice!

woo~

The voice turned into a low growl when threatening, the white cat arched its back, and it sensed the danger.

In the darkness behind the group of mice, a kerosene lamp was lit, dozens of mice were lined up left and right, and a hunchbacked figure walked out, with a bell shaking gently in his hand.

"What kind of guy am I, it turns out to be a cat, tsk tsk, chasing my baby, I have a lot of courage... I have to go now, can't let me live in peace? Don't hide, Come out, the two behind the dumpster over there, detective? There are rats around here, and you have to get on top of the warehouse if you want to escape my eyes."

The mutant mouse ran under the Ratcatcher, stood on its hind legs, waited for its thin palms to stroke its forehead, then got under his black cloak, and the Ratcatcher turned to the place where Donald and Sherlock were hiding. , I was just killing cats, but I didn't expect that there would be additional guys who delivered it to the door.

"You don't have any weapons, don't come out. I'll go out and shoot later. If you miss three shots, run quickly and don't look back."

Maybe Sherlock is still a novice in case investigation, but he has his own experience in judging the battle situation. The opponent has a large group of mice around him. Whether or not this is the limit of his control, the situation of being surrounded is absolutely to be avoided.

Sherlock does not intend to persuade him to surrender. Others may not know it. Once the heretics who have broken the law are arrested, they are likely to face the judgment of the church. Once in prison, it will be difficult to get out again. In order to maintain social order, it is extremely unlikely that the government and the church will release the heretics who have tasted the benefits of crime.

Therefore, most of the heretics have already made up their minds when they break the law, and will never surrender unless they reach a desperate situation, and Sherlock has no way to push the opponent into a corner without using a gun.

Three shots can be said to be a limit. No one expected that the rat catcher would be accompanied by so many helpers when escaping. The bullets in Sherlock's gun were not enough to face so many rats.

"If you don't come out, then I'll go there."

The rat catcher impatiently picked up the piccolo hanging around his neck, and with a sound, the group of rats lying on the ground stood upright on their hind legs, like a small army waiting to be inspected.

With a second sound, three mutant mice rushed out from under the black cloak and went straight to the front of the team. The white cat retreated. Facing this battle, it chose to avoid the battle.

With three beeps, the rats swarmed, and Sherlock turned out from behind the trash can at this moment.

Send all the mice out to attack, what do you use as a barrier?

boom!

Sherlock, who rolled out, raised his gun to aim and shoot, and his movements were disorderly and orderly. Donald stuck his head out from behind the trash can to watch the battle.

Since only three shots were fired, there was nothing left to keep~www.wuxiahere.com~ The full gas was instantly consumed by one-third, so Donald saw Sherlock's upper body shaking violently, behind the discharged bullet. After the fireworks dissipated, there was still a white airflow, and a dull whistling sound suddenly sounded.

"A gun?"

The Ratcatcher was not in a hurry. He raised the kerosene lamp in his hand. Under the light, he had a long beard, long and narrow cheeks, a sharp mouth and wide eyes, as well as his black face. Donald, who was behind the trash can, shuddered violently. , who is this person, it is clearly a monster!

No wonder he kept hunched over, wearing a wide-brimmed top hat, and a cloak. If anyone saw this dignified face, everyone would have to call the police to catch the monster.

A layer of translucent barrier appeared in front of the mousetrap, and the bullet hit, but it made a sluggish bludgeoning sound.

The light in the kerosene lamp suddenly dimmed, and only half of the original light remained.

"It's powerful!!"

The piercing and sharp voice came from the rat catcher. This kerosene lamp was paid for by him in the black market. The ordinary firearms and bullets, with less than five rounds, could not even knock down the defense of the first layer, and the detective in front of him was holding it. The gun was actually destroyed in half with one shot!

"Nonsense, if I had an ordinary firearm in my hand, I would come out and confront you when I was full."

He sneered at the mouth, but kept moving in his hands. Without hesitation, he shot another shot, still hitting the barrier. This time, when the impact was completely exhausted, the light from the kerosene lamp in the mousetrap's hand was close to the wind. The state of the residual candle is uncertain.

"You will die miserably, I promise... come back!"

The rat catcher let out a low voice. One of the mutant mice in the front row turned around and jumped up from a distance of half a meter. It was pinched by a palm in the air, and blood spattered. He lifted the cap of the kerosene lamp and poured blood directly into it!