Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

She walked here again, and what happened every day was different, except for being hunted, which was exactly the same. No matter how hard Bueno struggled, he would end up in this alley. It was a fate that was simply unavoidable.

Sherlock patted her shoulder:

"Don't be afraid."

Bueno turned his head slightly to look at the handsome Sherlock, his eyes filled with fear.

"Lord Willy Pope and Lord Commander both came here to help me, but they both failed..."

Bueno whispered, "He...he can't be killed."

"Can't kill?"

Sherlock wondered about the meaning of these three words and cursed,

"Is it because this guy is a real outsider and you are an NPC? So in terms of settings, he will not die and has the attribute of resurrection with remaining blood?"

"Host, look."

Pipisia pointed to a group of soldiers wearing silver armor, who were patrolling the streets with weapons in hand.

"Captain Rocca asked us to patrol Korver Street again. It's really unnecessary."

"Right, the Korval neighborhood is so peaceful, how can there be any problems? Not to mention criminals, you can't even see thieves here."

“We in Phoenix are so happy, how can we commit crimes?”

"You only commit crimes when you are forced to have no other choice. In this city, there is no crime or war at all."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The soldiers boasted lazily. They were used to receiving high salaries but doing nothing. After all, this was a utopia. In their impression, there were basically no criminals.

Therefore, their thoughts are also very loose. Only one person is always alert and looks serious.

"Since Captain Roca said this, he must have a reason. Protecting the safety of residents is our profession."

said the serious soldier.

"I know, Calvin dreams of being a hero."

The soldiers joked, and some even murmured in their hearts, "Only freaks like Calvin can practice swordsmanship all day long. There is no need for heroes in this world."

Soon, the group of soldiers saw Sister Bueno and Shylock.

"Sister, we meet again."

The soldiers greeted the beautiful nun cordially. They were no strangers to the beautiful nun, but they would always forget everything that happened to the nun. It seemed that this was the law of the world. There was no so-called suffering and disaster in the consciousness of most people. , even if it happens the next day, it will be completely forgotten.

Bueno's face turned gloomy and he nodded without greeting them.

"Captain Rocca told me that if we meet Sister Bueno here, we will escort her for a while."

The soldier smiled and said that it was more interesting to protect the beautiful Sisters than boring patrols.

The other soldiers looked at Sherlock curiously, "Who is this?"

"He is the beloved one."

Bueno said calmly.

The soldiers immediately saluted respectfully: "Hello, my lord."

Sherlock nodded slightly.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the alley.

"My little lamb, you are here again. How will I hunt you today? Or let us enjoy our lingering for a longer time before sending you away."

A low, hoarse voice came from the alley.

The soldiers all showed suspicious looks. They braced themselves and blocked Bueno, the only female, behind them.

"Who? Who is pretending to be a ghost?!"

"Pranks must have limits, come out quickly!"

Two soldiers were the first to speak out.

Bueno's body trembled, Sherlock frowned:

"Come out."

Herring puffed up his cheeks, rushed out of the phone booth behind him, and trotted to Sherlock's side.

He never thought that his tracking skills would be discovered one day... He Ling looked at Sherlock cautiously, hoping that he would not be angry because of this.

There was no anger in Sherlock's eyes, he just tilted his head.

Herling nodded in understanding, immediately held Bueno's hand, and comforted:

"Don't be afraid, Houston is here."

Bueno was stunned for a moment, feeling the extremely firm belief in the girl's eyes.

"Hahahahahaha, little lamb, you bring me different surprises every day. This time, there are so many prey, I am very happy!"

Following the sound of leather boots, a tall man slowly walked out of the dim yellow orange light.

Half of his face was burned, and his upper body was exposed. His body was covered with tattoos. He was wearing a pair of black pants and holding an axe.

It can be seen from the other half of his face that was not burned that he was originally a handsome man, but now he looks really hideous.

"John the Ax Murderer."

Sherlock matched him with the murderer in the secret case file.

This is an extremely dangerous guy who has committed many crimes. He likes to chop off the limbs of his victims with an axe, but does not kill them immediately, letting them die in pain and struggle.

Almost all the cases he did were like this, except for one person who was different, and that was the nun.

The way the nun died was different every day, but they were all very cruel.

Therefore, the nun has special meaning to him, Sherlock analyzed it this way.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect someone to know my name. Come on, come together, don't waste the time I spend with the little lamb."

John laughed wildly and said that in this world, no one can defeat him or catch him.

The soldiers immediately drew their weapons and rushed forward.

John's powerful arm swung the axe, and with a spiral kick, the right hand of the soldier in the front row who held the weapon was neatly chopped short.

Blood splattered and the soldiers screamed.

At this time, the calm Cavin had come to John under the cover of his companions.

He unsheathed his sword and quickly drew it out. There was a flash of cold light in the air, and it stabbed John's body and heart accurately.

"One sword flow, heart-gnawing? One thought of hell."

Kavin has always been regarded as an outlier of this era.

He practiced swordsmanship day and night just for this day, to punish rape and eliminate evil!

His dream is to become an excellent soldier and a trustworthy hero.

His swordsmanship has surpassed that of most people of his generation, and is even close to that of a soldier commander.

Although no one believes him and there is absolute evil in this world, he still insists on practicing day after day. This sword skill has reached a very high level, and even the captain of the corps may not be able to catch it!

"It's Kavin!"

The soldiers cheered. They didn't expect that the guy they usually laughed at actually played a role at the critical moment.

John's face was in pain, blood overflowed from the sword wound on his chest, and his body was pushed back by the force of the sword, which crushed the walls of the alleys of Korver Street.

There was a loud bang and all the rats in the alley fled out.

"It seems that I don't need to take action."

Sherlock put on his top hat and rubbed Pipicia's furry head. At the same time, he sighed in his heart that he didn't expect that there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers on this island. The swordsmanship used by this guard was very good.

I see that I have it, Sherlock has memorized the way he uses his moves.

Next time, Sherlock can perform it accurately.

This is the talent possessed by a person with 100% talent in swordsmanship. The corners of Sherlock's mouth rose.

Pipisia waved her wings.

"You are under arrest!"

Calvin said righteously.

John raised his head, looked at him, suddenly grinned and laughed.

"Hahaha, I lied to you. How can this little injury hurt me?!"

John got up from the ground, and the wounds on his body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"monster!"

"Can't be killed!?"

The soldiers were frightened. They backed away in fear, especially the soldiers with severed hands. They turned around and ran for their lives.

Even in the Phoenix City, healing can only be completed after receiving divine blessing through specific rituals.

At least this is the case for new humans, or it is a restart the next day, but most people will not remember the memory of the restart, except for a few special beings who awakened like Bueno.

Among the silver-armored soldiers, only Cavin still persisted. He swung his sword again and fought with the murderer John.

Unfortunately, his physical strength is obviously not as good as John's. John can recover no matter how many times he cuts him.

And John's iron ax did not leave a way for the fleeing soldiers to survive. The iron ax flew out, and countless ax shadows appeared in an instant, spiraling, and it was seen that the deserters were about to be killed.

Sherlock took out his revolver and easily determined the body of the axe. With a crisp sound, the bullet hit the high-speed rotating iron axe, causing an explosion in the air.

The soldiers crawled out of the alley. If it weren't for Sherlock, they would have become the souls of the axe.

John punched Calvin to the ground and looked at Sherlock angrily.

"Nosy guy."