I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

[Fujimaru Rika] As if he had expected it, he rushed towards Fujimaru Rika at the same time.

One is to survive, in order to save the pan-human history, constantly struggling in the abyss of death, just to not embarrass that person, and the other is to help that person constantly exercise.

Their will will never be shaken, so there is only one option left for them, and that is to fight each other!

It didn't take into account that both sides were girls, and they were hitting where they hurt.

Moriarty and Holmes were also fighting each other.

"You're slow! Does the injury on your shoulder affect you like this?" Moriarty grabbed a hole in Holmes and punched the shoulder that had been shot before.

Sherlock Holmes twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his cane and smashed it down on Moriarty's head.

"Slow, slow," Moriarty leaned back to avoid the cane, while punching Holmes' handsome face, "Why do I have to appear as a middle-aged and elderly person, Holmes, are you? Smear me!"

"It's really easy to do," Holmes wiped the corners of his mouth, and Moriarty kept hitting him in the face even though he had a chance to do him more damage, "The envy of middle-aged and elderly people is really true. ugly."

"Hohoho, it's different now and then. That battle has nothing to do with me at all, but you have to worry about the battle over there, Sherlock Holmes," Moriarty swayed in front of Sherlock Holmes leisurely. , "I can even slap your face a little bit."

"Anyway, you are so idle, why don't you tell me what your purpose is. At that time, I didn't mind sharing my plan at all," Sherlock Holmes shook his cane, "I confess, I just wanted to choke you at that time, So you can choke back now."

Moriarty's mouth twitched.

Do you think I can't see that you are just trying to get mad at me!

"Well, my purpose is very simple," Moriarty snapped his fingers, "so that the Master of Pan-Human History can obtain the Holy Grail and make a wish to bring back the missing Sidika."

Holmes frowned.

"I can't understand it, because you don't know my position until now," Moriarty took a few steps back, admiring Holmes' contemplative look with joy, "I am a bad person, and a bad person can even be a bad person because of a boredom. any reason to do anything."

"So can you tell me what a boring reason you are now standing on the side of the Lostbelt to help us, blocking us for the same purpose, and even trying to kill us," Holmes waved his cane and began to pull him in. Distance from Moriarty.

"It's impossible for you to guess, because this reason is so boring that Moriarty won't believe it," Moriarty raised his index finger to his mouth and showed a mysterious smile.

"Boom boom-"

As if to set off his aura that he had everything in his hands, an explosion occurred behind him, and the surging smoke made him look extremely handsome.

A drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead.

Although sometimes he will do boring things, but he will never bury a few mines at his feet, and then detonate it to pretend to force.

Because of the air wave just generated, he stumbled and almost fell.

"Hey! Can't you stay away from us when you play arms wars!" Moriarty couldn't help shouting in the direction of Nightingale and Da Vinci.

"Hey~" Da Vinci stuck out his tongue.

In fact, she deliberately approached Moriarty just now, the purpose was to pull him into Nightingale's range, so that Nightingale was afraid of accidentally killing Moriarty and slowed down the firepower output a little.

As a result, Nightingale threw a few grenades on the spot, in a posture that just happened to kill the two of you together.

Really scary.

"Hey—" Da Vinci took out the bazooka from the small bag behind him and aimed it at Nightingale.

At the moment Moriarty was attracted by the bazooka in Da Vinci's hand, Holmes raised his cane without a word and knocked on Moriarty's head.

"You are too unromantic, Sherlock Holmes," Moriarty sighed, his lens injury clearly reflecting Sherlock Holmes' appearance.

"Punishment is needed."

Moriarty drew another pistol from his pocket and shot Holmes in the stomach.

Sherlock Holmes' eyes narrowed sharply, and the cane slid across Moriarty's face.

"Yeah!" Moriarty's mouth twitched.

Because the cane is hollow, almost like the barrel of a gun.

No, it's the barrel!

Moriarty jumped back, unfortunately a bit late.

The corners of Holmes' mouth rose slightly.

"boom--"

The bullet went through Moriarty's lung and hit the ground.

"You're so despicable!" Moriarty took a few steps back, clutching his wound.

"Why don't you fight with you and be mean," Holmes sat down on the ground.

Moriarty's bullets are obviously idiosyncratic, but coincidentally, his bullets are also specially made!

"Ah~ Da Vinci is not good at this," Da Vinci jumped to Sherlock Holmes's side, and at the same time was wary of Nightingale, "Well, I have experience in anatomy."

Sherlock Holmes's eyes twitched fiercely. He heard that Da Vinci often went to dig up other people's graves to dissect corpses at night. It seemed to be true.

"Watson! Where are you, Watson!"

"Hahaha, the excellent assistant help me heal quickly," Moriarty laughed with his hands on his hips.

"The lungs are penetrated, cut them."

"Come on Holmes, our duel will never end," Moriarty threw his pistol, rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards Holmes.