Use the top of the remaining wire to complete a small hook and stick it in through the gap. Fortunately, the window of this factory uses the simplest latch type. As long as the hook is raised and the protruding part is lifted up, the window will come naturally. just opened.

Going through the window, he smelled an extremely strong stench of raw meat before he landed. Donald shrank his nose and tried his best to slow down his breathing.

Their current position is behind a pile of debris, iron cables and wooden boxes provide them with concealment.

"Hey, throw it directly into the machine."

Before we could find out where Griffin was, Donald heard this sentence first.

Throw it in the machine? This is a meat processing factory!

What's the matter? Isn't it kidnapping? Now kidnappers are so direct?

Kidnap, murder, destroy corpses, all in one step.

No money is required.

"It's not kidnapping, you see, they didn't put a rope on Mr. Griffin at all, they just came to kill!"

Sherlock squatted behind a shelf, and through the gap in the utility room, he finally found the person inside the factory.

The door had been closed, and there was a loud sound of the gate closing, and the nearby meat processing machine roared.

Donald finally found an observable position at this time.

A man in a brown coat was directing the action behind the two of them, with his hands behind his back, both wearing white gloves.

In front of him, there were vaguely several subordinates who were holding Griffin.

"I'm Baron Joseph Griffin, who are you? You dare to do this to me, aren't you afraid of death? Anyone? Help!"

Griffin woke up, but what he saw was a completely unfamiliar environment. He was still being dragged to the meat grinder next to him. The desire to survive made him struggle and call for help.

It's a pity that this meat processing factory was built in a remote place, with a large area. In addition, the door of the factory was closed. I would like to let people outside know that this sound is not acceptable.

"Didn't you say that you will kill directly on the road? How come you are still alive!"

A howl seemed to annoy the commander, he stepped forward and kicked Griffin, and then said:

"Forget it... Joseph Griffin, isn't it bad to enjoy life? You have to be against us, don't worry, you'll be unconscious in a moment, the equipment has just been replaced, the inside The guillotine is sharp enough."

"Don't, don't kill me, sir, Your Excellency! We can talk about...want money? I'll double how much someone gives you, no...as long as you make an offer, absolutely no counter-offer, right away Let people prepare, I think you must have misunderstood, I haven't done much recently!"

Joseph Griffin couldn't accept the thought of what he looked like when he came out of the machine more than a dozen times.

"Double? You can't give me what I want. What are you doing? Carry it away."

There is no room for negotiation. These people only want their lives, not money.

"Get ready to do it. They want to kill people. Joseph Griffin is a nobleman. We have reasons to protect him. The police station will let him bear it when the time comes."

The nobles of this era still have certain privileges, and they are not allowed to smash, smash, loot and burn at will, but when they encounter danger and counterattack, the government will basically turn a blind eye.

What's more, I've already followed here, so I can't just watch the other party put people into the machine.

He still holds clues about the girl's disappearance.

Bang!

Before Donald could respond, he kicked over the shelf in front of him, and Sherlock stepped on the edge and walked out.

"Don't move, whoever moves will kill whoever."

This way of entering is very direct, but it is also the only way at present. Donald also took out his gun and carried the satchel by his side.

"A bunch of idiots, this can't be done well!"

The two people who appeared in front of them proved that they were followed on the way they brought Joseph Griffin, and when they turned around, they kicked the person closest to them.

Actually completely ignoring the aiming of the two muzzles!

"Let go of Mr. Griffin, or I'll shoot."

"Let him go? You all have to die!"

He unbuttoned his coat to reveal the hilt of the knife at his waist. His weapon was not a firearm, but a short knife.

He drew his knife and walked forward, as if he didn't care about the firearms in their hands.

boom! boom! boom!

Sherlock didn't hesitate and fired directly.

Three bursts.

Facing people, Sherlock had confidence in his marksmanship.

huh~

There was a sudden sound of turbulent airflow in the air, and a gust of wind rushed towards him. The cargo boxes behind him turned over several times, and the hanging iron cables jingled, making it difficult for Donald to even open his eyes.

After calming down, he saw that the other party's hand clenched his hand into a tube and put it in front of his mouth at some point.

A pale-colored gas wall appeared in front of him, and the bullets shot by Sherlock were being bound in it.

"Hey, I just happened to use you guys to test my abilities."

The knife-wielding man standing behind the air wall moved forward step by step, blowing air in front of him as if playing while walking, and the air hood formed by the airflow condensed and advanced in front of him.

An air wall that can move forward continuously!

"Shit, this kind of guy can actually have talent... Go deal with those scumbags, I'll hold him back and remember to help me later."

Sherlock seemed to have too much trust in Donald, did he find out?

"Then be careful yourself, I will get rid of his subordinates as soon as possible."

Donald didn't think much about it at this time, Griffin was the key, he couldn't die, and several of the other's subordinates didn't seem to be carrying firearms.

Ignoring Sherlock's side, Donald just glanced at the knife-wielding man, and then went straight to his men.

huh~

It was the same voice from before. Donald turned his head and saw the knife-wielding man doing exactly the same thing. This time, it wasn't an air wall.

"Hey! Your opponent is here!"

Since he said he would hold off, Sherlock naturally wouldn't let the other party interfere with Donald's actions. He noticed that the air wall in front of the knife holder was rapidly declining as he prepared again. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

The air wall needs constant injection of his exhaled air to maintain it.

Without hesitation, another shot was fired, directly consuming one-third of the gas.

Forced the knife-wielding man to turn around again and injected qi into the qi wall in front of him.

"If you can't kill him, you'll all die!"

With a roar, he adjusted his position and no longer cared about the person who passed by. He was determined to solve the problem in front of him first.

Every breath was several times slower than ordinary people, and the force was great, even Sherlock, who was a few meters away, could also hear his breathing.

Talent: Strong Lungs!

The knife-wielding man followed behind the air wall and pushed forward. As long as he got close, he would chop off the opponent's hands, and the gun would naturally belong to him.

"I killed this guy, you go first."

At this time, a few minions also took out their weapons, short knives, clubs, and firearms. They knew the boss's method very well, 5 vs 1. If they couldn't kill this little white face, they would feel ashamed!

The four of them stepped forward together, and the remaining one held Griffin in one hand and the knife in the other, and was about to chop off.

boom! boom! boom!

Donald shot without hesitation, and the bullet hit the person closest to him, who collapsed on the bottom without saying a word.

There was no way. The few of them stepped forward together. Donald's marksmanship was not accurate enough to target the person behind him from the wall.

"kill him!"

The distance between the two sides was no more than 10 meters in total. Donald shot one out of three shots, but the other three were already in front of him, and Griffin behind them was also on the line of life and death.

No longer hiding, Donald quickly mobilized his mental power, stretched out his empty left hand, spread his fingers, and faced Griffin a few meters away.

The air in front of me is turbulent!