I'm just a little mouse after all [Comprehensive British and American]

Rhett has never been so deeply aware of the importance of exercising, gun-wielding terrorists are chasing after them, Sherlock has been trying to control him, but the gun is not easy to mess with.

The basement floor of the bowling alley has a large area, and there are two connecting passages connecting the corridors on the left and right sides.Now the door leading to the first floor is locked from the outside, and the terrorists chasing them can call to their companions, and they can only wait for rescue or break the door violently if they want to escape.

Going straight to the end of the left corridor is the monitoring room that has been out of function. On both sides of the two passages are warehouses, changing rooms, restrooms and toilets. The passage is connected with the corridor on the other side.

Now they just got rid of that terrorist and are resting in the locker room.

Sherlock found the water and sandwiches brought in by the staff in the closet, and gave them to replenish their strength.

"Think of a way for Sherlock!" Watson held his bruised arm, panting heavily, "He'll come after him in a while."

"Fifty rounds." Reid, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.

"What did you say?" Watson asked subconsciously.

"We can't confront him head-on." Sherlock frowned and looked at the wound on Watson's arm, and said with an unkind expression, "He came down from the battlefield."

"But he has a tattoo on his arm. I haven't seen that symbol, but it looks like some kind of religious symbol." Reid glanced at Sherlock and said nervously, "I'm going to try it."

"Not every believer will run into the church when they see a church by the side of the road. Even if you paint his faith on your face, he will still hit you on the head." Sherlock said quickly: "The speed of the continuous shooting is too fast. The corridors are narrow and we have nowhere to hide."

"But there's a fire extinguisher there." Reid bit the sandwich in his hand with a bitter face, and said vaguely.

"There are tacos in this cabinet, why don't you consider using them." Sherlock carefully pulled Watson's clothes back to check his wound.

Rhett straightened up and listened to the movement outside. He whispered: "The warehouse is locked, and there are only so many things that can be used. He just wants to shoot us, and it's useless to say anything now."

"What are you talking about?" Watson was sweating on his forehead. He gasped in pain and said with a grim expression, "We can try to hide until rescue arrives."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a woman's scream coming from above.

Sherlock closed his eyes and sighed: "It seems that the police in every country are the same."

…………

Ethan originally planned to leave the back door after sending Tom in. It was not safe here, and he was not sure if he could see the scene of the back door from the monitoring room.

But just as he was about to wave goodbye to Tom, he saw Tom squatting inside the door, holding a tool he didn't know where he got out of, and dismantling the bomb seriously.

"You still know this?" Ethan said in surprise.

Tom wiped the sweat off his forehead, and after a while, he let out a long sigh of relief.

It carefully put the bomb/bomb aside, opened the glass door and looked at Ethan triumphantly with its arms crossed and said, "I'm not proud. There is nothing in this world that I can't do except give birth to kittens."

Ethan stepped in hesitantly. He looked in shock at the scattered bombs on the ground and quietly, and said in admiration, "You really exceeded my expectations. Does Jerry know you can do this?"

Tom didn't even think about it, so he replied: "How would it know, I didn't use this move when I was in line with it last time."

Ethan scratched his head and looked at Tom with reverence in his eyes.

He followed Tom two steps in, and he didn't realize that something was wrong until he was almost in the hall.

Ethan's smile froze on his face. He pressed Tom, who was still about to charge, and said in a low voice, "What the hell am I thinking? Shouldn't the police just come in through the back door at this time!"

Tom scratched his head, tilted his head and thought for a while, a small light bulb popped out of his head, it patted Ethan, and said with disgust: "Yeah, what were you thinking, why did you just react now."

Just as Ethan was about to turn around and run out, Jerry's screams came from the direction of the hall.

Tom, who had been trembling all the time, seemed to have been turned on by some switch, and rushed out with a whoosh. Ethan only heard the roar of the plane and a puff of white smoke.

For a moment, Ethan suddenly realized that his worries were unnecessary.

Both Tom and Jerry are invincible. If one day they die, it must be the artist who painted them.

Ethan sighed, throwing out the absurd thoughts in his mind.

He quickly ran outside the bowling alley, grabbed Al who was about to negotiate, and whispered, "The back door is open."

Al tilted his head in doubt, and Ethan repeated: "When I went to see it just now, I found the back door was open."

"Where's the bomb?" Al asked with wide-eyed eyes.

Ethan shrugged and said, "It's just on the ground, as if it was demolished."

Then Ethan saw stars light up in Al's eyes, she tiptoed and kissed Ethan's face heavily, and excitedly dragged the police officers aside to discuss a plan.

Ethan covered his kissed cheek, stood there in a daze, and muttered in a low voice: "Will you marry me? Yes, I will."

…………

Just when the policemen divided into two groups and walked around the back door silently.

Inside the bowling alley, an extremely fierce battle is taking place.

The hostages huddled together, staring blankly at the scene in front of them.

After numerous failures, Jerry came up with a not-so-great idea that might work.

It was like a drugged mad mouse, scurrying around in the terrorist's clothes, successfully making the terrorist lose his proper composure in a short period of time.

It did consider invading the bird's nest, but in the end it couldn't wrong itself.

Just when Jerry was about to kick his belly button, it was suddenly grabbed by terrorists.

Even though he was still wearing a mask, Jerry could still see tears in his scarlet eyes.

Jerry shook his head and gave him a middle finger.

It is a brave mouse that is not afraid of sacrifice, even in the face of fierce enemies, it can deal with it calmly.

The man gritted his teeth and looked at Jerry. When the muzzle of the gun hit Jerry's face, Jerry felt that he was probably not brave enough to be a brave and fearless little mouse.

It raised its hand tremblingly, and took out its last means to save its life.

Jerry discovered early on that he had a magical superpower, 'Scream'.Under special circumstances, there is a small chance of summoning a berserk Tom, or a useless Tom.

It pulled its throat and screamed vigorously.

Then it heard the roar of a locomotive, accompanied by the ear-piercing meowing of cats, as if being thrown over by someone, the furry Tom flew straight at the man's face and scratched him quickly.

Jerry took the opportunity to jump to the ground, avoiding the man's feet, and shouted excitedly: "Pick his eyes! Bite his nose! Quick! Pick his eyes!"

Another terrorist who stayed in the hall only felt a gust of wind blowing by, and then his companion was hugged by a cat in the face.

He also needs to be alert to the police outside the main gate and some hostages who are about to move, and he doesn't have much energy to deal with this farce.

He lowered his head to look at the time, then glanced at the sky outside, and scolded in a low voice: "Hurry up and deal with it, time is running out."

His companion grabbed the cat that came out of nowhere, and threw it to the ground fiercely as if venting his anger, directly throwing Tom back to the trembling look before.

Jerry was still uppercuting the man left and right, Tom opened his mouth to grab him, and ran behind the nearest flowerpot as fast as he could.

The man roared and tried to shoot Tom, but another man stopped him.

"Don't waste bullets." He scolded: "It's too late, we need to speed up."

Jerry and Tom hid behind the flower pot and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Jerry patted his chest, raised his head and said to Tom: "This is the first time I know you are so brave. What they did is really too much."

"You seem to have misunderstood something." Tom crossed his arms and looked at Jerry with disgust: "You don't think I came in because of those hostages, do you? I came in purely because you were here."

Jerry blinked blankly, and his little head turned into a red light bulb with a ding.

It drew circles on the ground with its hands and feet behind its back, and said coyly: "You are a cat and I am a mouse, it is impossible for us."

Tom shivered, with a ghostly expression on his face.

"I know the man didn't wear deodorant." Tom said as he plucked off the hairs on the tips of his paws, "but I didn't expect you to be smoked so that you would lose your mind."

There was a sound of walking in the hall. The terrorist whose belly button was hit by Jerry was circling around the five women kneeling on the ground.

Holding a dagger in his hand, he cut a long gash on the woman's back every time he walked around.

The five hostages were dragged and knelt on the ground to form a circle, and the head of the red-haired girl was placed in the center of the circle.

"What kind of religious ceremony is this?" Jerry poked his head out from behind the flowerpot, and asked suspiciously, "Why haven't I seen this religion before?"

"I haven't heard of it either, but this country never lacks messy cults." Tom clicked his tongue, pressed Jerry's head to hide it, and said slowly: "I heard that some rituals require animals to be sacrificed." , Individuals have to skin the little mice alive. They are fat and tender, and their brains are not working well, just like you, little mouse."

Jerry shivered with fright, and slipped into Tom's arms silently.

The commotion in the hall attracted the attention of those who were still on the negative floor.

The terrorist with a submachine gun/gun had already circled around with those three people here for a long time, he looked up at the roof, and finally decided to abandon these people and go up to check the situation.

He called his teammates, turned and walked towards the stairs.

While passing a corner, something bumped straight into his face.

The man dodged quickly, pointed his gun at the passage, and then a fire extinguisher hit his face.

Sherlock came out holding the fire extinguisher, and he frowned at the unconscious terrorist.

Watson said hesitantly: "It's really useful, I thought it would be more thrilling."

"He has been so nervous for so long, coupled with the long running, he has long..."

Before Reid could finish his sentence, fierce gunshots rang out in the bowling alley.

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