sherlock holmes brother

How could he not recognize a male voice, Wilton Polk, who snatched Moriarty's Pluto Hades.It's just that this time he probably really went to the underworld. Dittmar was a little proud, but he quickly controlled his emotions, and he was confident that all the people he had arranged would appear in just 3 minutes.

"I have never betrayed. We agreed, one-third of London, I will help you frame Harrison Robert. I did it, but you didn't give me one-third of the agreement." Because the sofa Dittmar couldn't see Moran's face clearly, but the grievance in the other party's voice was clearly discernible.

Sly bastard, Dittmar cursed in his heart. He wanted to judge whether Hades was injured through the conversation with Moran, but there was no flaw in Moran's voice.Looking at his watch, Dittmar didn't want to take any risks, "Didn't you say that you couldn't understand Hades? Didn't you say that you had a crush on the professor for a long time, and it was precisely because the professor became the Queen of Hades that you fell in love with him?" Betrayed him? Didn't we agree that the professor will be your trophy, think about it, an unknown location, just you and the professor, you can lock him up, do whatever you want, Isn't this what you most want to achieve?" Provocation, Dittmar's thinking is very clear, even if Hades is only injured, he will use this opportunity to create a gap between them.He didn't believe it anymore. With Hades' character, Moran coveted the professor so much, would he have no idea? !

There was no sound outside. Dittmar held the gun nervously and checked his watch again. It had been more than two and a half minutes since he pressed the signal. His people might come in at any time. By then, whether it was Moran or Ha Diss, just in one pot.

"Crack", "click"... Dittmar's mechanical watch should have no sound, but watching the second hand beating a little bit, Dittmar seems to have really heard the sound of time passing by. As he approached, all the muscles in Dittma's body tensed up. He watched the pointer point to fifty, and there were still ten seconds left.Ten, nine... His concentration is extremely focused, as long as there is any sound in the direction of the door, he will immediately leave his current position with a gun in his hand.Not long, just a few seconds...

Time is a strange thing, for example, when you expect it to go faster, it will become very slow.It's just that after it has passed, you will feel that those passing times don't exist, and you don't know when they slipped through your fingers.

Dittmar is like this now, just 3 minutes seems to him to go too slowly.But when he really watched the second hand pass the third lap and run happily on the fourth lap, he wondered if it should have been 2 minutes just now, and the 3rd minute actually didn't exist at all, right?

But when the second hand turned 360 again, Dietmar finally had no reason to lie to himself. He gritted his teeth and carefully poked his head halfway out from the other direction to observe the surrounding environment——no one, if it wasn’t for the room, he could still hear it. One light and one heavy two breaths and the slight sound of something colliding together, Dittmar even thought that he was the only one in this room.

Resigned to his fate and returned to the position just now, Dittmar took a deep breath. He had reason to believe that the other party must be waiting for him on the opposite side. Maybe when he poked his head out again, he faced two black muzzles.

Closing his eyes, he rolled suddenly, and shot a few times randomly without a target. After that, he stood up and quickly looked around to see if there was anything that could be used as a cover.It's just that when his head turned to the window, he froze. There were two people sitting in the two armchairs by the window. The taller one was holding a delicate teacup, while the person opposite Smiling, he picked up a cookie from a plate.

"Sebastian was just asking me where and when are you going to lie down?" Wilton gently tapped the parchment on the table, and then he seemed to be talking to an old friend of his, "Your hand A gun should have 9 bullets, and you just used up 7, how many bullets are there now?" Moran slowly took out a gun and pointed it at Dittma.

"Would you like a cup of afternoon tea?" Dietmar, who was pointed at last, heard Hades ask this, but he had no other choice.

☆、90·My dear, the game begins~

Jonas was a little restless. It had been more than 12 hours since his brother disappeared. During this period, although everything was going well on Harrison's side, and there seemed to be no other problems in the entire London underground world, but now there is no problem. The problem is just the biggest problem.Jonas remembered very clearly that according to their plan, they should capture Moran at this time, and then hook up with Hades in the name of "helping Pluto deal with the traitors". Dietmar was right, since Hardy If Si decides to become the master of a power, then they will deal with him in the same way as a power master.

However, Jonas called again, and the busy signal on the other side showed the fact that there was still no one answering. Something must have happened to Dittmar.Jonas thought over and over of their recent actions, trying to figure out where his brother might be.

"Who?" Jonas' voice was a little hoarse. He looked at the computer screen that suddenly lit up in front of him. Even if he wasn't a computer expert, he knew that it was being controlled remotely.

The text box on the computer screen wrapped after "Hi" and continued, "Want to know the whereabouts of your brother? Come to warehouse 11 in West London alone at 30:35 midnight."

Jonas rubbed his temples, "Why should I trust you?" His eyes were fixed on the camera above the screen, and he believed that the other party could see him.

Sure enough, the cursor in the text box flashed a few times, and letters were typed out one by one. "Mo-ra-ya-ti..." Jonas gritted his teeth according to the spelling, and he had nothing to doubt about this name, and it was not wrong for his brother to fall into this man's hands.

Just at 11:30 in the evening, Jonas arranged people around the periphery like his brother used to do. More cautiously than Dittmar, Jonas arranged three circles of people to respond at different times , He even sent someone to keep an eye on Hades' movements in advance, and he didn't get up for the appointment until he heard that "there was no change in Pluto's residence".As long as Hades wasn't involved, Jonas thought, maybe Moriarty was just having fun.Thinking of his brother's obsession with that man, Jonas couldn't even smile bitterly. In fact, he had always seen clearly that there was nothing in that man's eyes.

A man walked into the warehouse carefully with a gun, and Jonas found that the warehouse was completely different from the warehouse that simply stored goods he thought—it was like a gardener's private collection, with the help of the dim light on the top of the warehouse for about Nass could see the walls in the warehouse that were separated by tall and low green plants so that the route could not be seen clearly.

Carefully approach the only place that can be regarded as the entrance. A piece of parchment is lying nearby. The faint green ink on it looks very strange. There is even a big arrow drawn with bright red paint next to it, for fear that Jonas will see it. less than it.

"Welcome to the maze of love. Now the princess is in place, waiting for the rescue of the warrior. From now until 12:30, go through the maze and complete the task. If the time passes, the dragon will eat the princess~ Brave Warriors, hurry up and set foot on the road to conquer the dragon!" Such a long string of extremely unreliable words written in elegant cursive script, if Jonas's sanity is not still there, he might think that he is now What kind of real RPG game are you playing?

"Di" - before he could think clearly, a black electronic watch placed on the entrance bush started to work, and the red numbers jumped little by little. For some reason, Jonas remembered that he cut off his forearm to eat The painter who fell, he trembled all over, involuntarily crossed himself on his chest, and rushed into the maze.

"12:30, 12:30...Damn it!" Jonas was almost stunned, and he didn't know who arranged this maze. At each fork, a black digital watch of the same style will be hung, and in the end Jonas can't wait to blow them up with a single shot.

While admonishing himself to be calm, while trying to find his way in the maze, Jonas finally passed through the maze at [-]:[-]. After coming out from the exit, he found himself standing in a simple compartment with a desk in front of him. On top of it stood a half-length mirror, with an apple and a knife on it, beside the equally elegant parchment and cursive letters with unmistakable malice.

"It is said that at twelve o'clock, piously peel the apple with a knife. If the apple is peeled, you can see the other half of the future in the mirror. Brave warrior, the time has come to test you. Before the end of time, use you Save your princess with your skillful hands~" Jonas looked at the small camera glued to the mirror carelessly, for God's sake, they even just put a little glass glue on the camera carelessly and stuck it on the mirror like that up.This is simply shouting blatantly, are we looking at you, are we looking at you?What can you do!

Jonas took a deep breath and crumpled up the parchment. There are less than 10 minutes left, and there is only one apple here, which means... he only has one chance.

While Jonas was trying to control his temper and carefully peeled the apple, in the last area of ​​the warehouse, Moriarty carefully pasted the wide black tape on the other's mouth, followed by circles shackles until he tied the man to the chair.After that, he put a blindfold on the other party and pushed him into another temporarily separated room.Dittmar could only hear rustling sounds, but no one spoke.No one knows how much Dittmar now regrets his aggressiveness that day, but it's a pity that the past time will not come back, and he has no chance.

Finally managed to finish removing the apple skin before 12:30, Jonas stared blankly at the opposite mirror, the dim light made him look a little blurry in the mirror, especially the shadowy dark shadow behind him looked weird .

Probably the more unknown people are, the more curious they become. Jonas opened his eyes wide and looked at the background in the mirror, as if something was moving, and then he jumped back like an electric shock, "FUCK!" In the dark background just now, a bright blue face suddenly appeared floating in mid-air, that face was still very expressive, followed by an extremely familiar voice, "It seems that Baby Jonas's apple is peeled. That's very good, m... I barely pass the level, now push open the small door next to you, your princess can't wait." After speaking, there was an extremely happy smile on that face, and about Nurse steadied his beating heart and told him it was just some kind of projection technology.It's just that his pale face well shows that he is not as calm as he appears on the surface. Professor London's distortion and perversion have been firmly rooted in his heart. For a moment, he even sympathized with Hades No wonder—with such a lover at the booth, he would empathize with the military doctor on Baker Street, who was still a normal person after all.

Pushing open the door while complaining, Jonas was forced to close his eyes by a beam of strong light. After he got used to the light, he saw an emergency light facing the door he had just entered, a table, four A chair, three bound men.

"Welcome." Moriarty, who was wearing a blue suit, opened his hands slightly, like a top conductor at a concert. "Welcome to my game. Please allow me to introduce the guests who are participating today." Without waiting for Jonas to respond, he undid the blindfold of the man sitting on the right as if dancing, "Princess", then the one on the left, "Dragon", and finally the one directly opposite Jonas, "Elf. "

Jonas couldn't help exclaiming when he started to move, "Brother? Pluto? And... God! That's just a child!" He looked at Moriarty with some horror for the first time Yes, the Locke Brothers are indeed part of the underground world, but most of their energy is devoted to smuggling.It can be said that they really don't care about killing people, but the premise is that they kill people for a purpose.

But look at Moriarty's moves, Dittmar is fine, and Hades can barely be regarded as love-hate, but what's the matter with that child?Under the strong light of the emergency lights, Jonas clearly saw the frightened eyes of the child whose mouth was sealed with black tape.

"You're a lunatic." Jonas's lips trembled, and he couldn't suppress the trembling of his hands. It was a normal person's natural reaction to a pervert who didn't care about the lives of his kind at all. Passed the test, the warrior rescued the princess, you said it." Now Jonas has no other ideas at all, he just wants to take his brother and leave, and then let his subordinates blow up the warehouse, anyway, he doesn't want to directly confront the last pervert, Especially a very capable pervert.

"I'm very pleased with your compliment. I really like the code name 'Madman', so have you decided on your code name? Or just call it 'Fool'." Moriarty seemed to be thinking seriously. , "There is a saying that is good, acting is a lunatic, watching a play is a fool, since my code name is 'madman', then you should be a 'fool'." After finishing speaking, he seemed to unconsciously pull away the blue With a sharp eye, Jonas saw a circle of bombs tightly bound outside the vest inside him.

"You..." Jonas's face turned blue, it was obvious that he was afraid of being stunned, and he was afraid of dying.Moriarty was already a lunatic, and with this kind of guy, unless he played at his pace, he wouldn't stop doing one thing at a time... bang...they'd been taking it easy for so long.

"Then we have reached an agreement," Moriarty raised his voice happily, and he jumped up to Ditmar's side, and roughly tore off the black tape on the other's face, letting out a cry of pain. "Now that everyone is here, the game can begin."

"Brother!" Jonas watched Moriarty jump to the opposite side like a ballet dancer, carefully tore off the black tape on Wilton's face with his mouth, and subconsciously wanted to untie Ditmar's body rope.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move around, Mr. Fool." Moriarty seemed to have eyes behind his back, and because his mouth was holding the black tape on Wilton's face, his voice was a little muffled, "If I were alone If I’m not happy, the thing on me will be unhappy, if it’s not happy, hum…” The last “hum” was very light, but Jonas froze his hands and feet.

"Brother, what's going on here?" In the end, Jonas had no choice but to look at Dietmar tied to the chair, and asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

☆、91·This is not fair at all

Rewinding the time to eight hours ago, Dittmar readily handed over the gun under the premise that Wilton and Moran had an absolute advantage. Although he hated Hades, he knew in his heart that he was not qualified to be the opponent. enemy.Of course, if Hades bites to death, he will kill him alone, but after the fall of Clover, Dittma believes that Hades will understand that it is much more powerful to cooperate with them to fight Holmes than to fight alone.

So Dietmar sat down in Moran's original position with ease, and Moran got up and stood behind Wilton holding a pistol.

After drinking a cup of hot black tea, Dittmar had to admit that in terms of etiquette and upbringing, he would never be able to compare with Wilton in his life, but when he thought of Moriarty's belonging, Dittmar felt uneasy. Convinced still prevailed.

Dittmar thought it would be a see-saw negotiation, but he didn't expect that Wilton's expression changed before he could say a few words to Wilton. For the first time, Dittmar understood The title of Pluto is not just for fun, the hostility emanating from the other party even gave him goosebumps.The most amazing thing is Moran's reaction, the former second-in-command in London's underground world, and now the "traitor" can easily carry such momentum.

Then Dittmar felt dizzy in front of her eyes and her limbs went limp.Then he heard Wilton's calm voice, "Tranquilizer? Who do you mean? Are you still the Empress?" Before he passed out, Dittmar heard a sweet voice, "Of course it was my idea, Se Bastian is always so obedient, my dear, let's play a game together?" Then he didn't know anything.

When Dittmar opened his eyes, he saw Wilton wearing a blindfold, with black tape on his face and tied to a chair. Beside him was a child who was treated in the same way. Thanks to his good memory, Dieter Ma remembered that it was the imprisoned child he saw when he first entered the villa.

"Hades? Hades!" Because his body was tightly bound to the chair, Dittma couldn't tell whether the two people on the opposite side were awake. Since he was the only one who could speak and see, Opening up is also inevitable.

It's just a pity that instead of "awakening" either of those two people, his efforts attracted Moriarty.

Dittmar felt that he must be dreaming, Moriarty actually strapped a bomb to his body, Moriarty actually kidnapped Hades to play a game, Moriarty actually... saw Jonas For a moment, Dittmar wondered if this was a round, a round to get rid of the Locke brothers together.

But when he looked at the cold-eyed Pluto and the boy whose face was distorted in fright, Dittmar had to admit that everyone might have been fooled by Moriarty's "beautiful" during this period, and the other party was a professor from London. , best known as a consultant to criminals, what else would he dare not do in London? !

"Then, since everyone is here, let's talk about the rules." Moriarty dragged a chair from nowhere, and sat next to Wilton himself, so that they were face to face with the Locke brothers. , and the little boy is still "sitting" among them alone, if it weren't for the ropes all over his body, he would look like a judge.

There were two "pops" and "pops", and Moriarty slapped two exquisite revolvers on the table with his backhand, his voice was trembling with extreme excitement, "Russian compass, he will be the referee, we will go separately, But here we have to change the rules a little. Every time we shoot, the target is not ourselves. Your target is my brother, and my target is of course my king. Take six rounds as the base point until the princess or the dragon dies. .” His eyes widened with undisguised interest, “How about it, it’s a game between a lunatic and a fool, anyway, the princess and the dragon can only live together.”

It was a problem, but everyone present knew that Moriarty didn't give them a choice. Before Jonas could speak, Wilton said, "As long as you want, my dear, you can play whatever you want," There was even a usual gentle smile on his face, as if he was not losing his freedom and being tied to a chair, but drinking afternoon tea in his own living room.

Moriarty's reaction to this was also very enthusiastic. He stood up slightly and pressed the other's with his lips, and then there was an ambiguous voice. "That's how I love you, my dear king." When they parted, Moriarty's voice was hoarse because of the aroused lust, which even made Dittma's eyes red.

"You can play, raise the stakes." Dietmar said gruffly, before his younger brother could stop him, "If Hades dies, you can sleep with me for a night." Now he understands Moria Not everyone can get involved with Di, and he used to think that although the other party is casual, they still have a bottom line anyway.But now...a person who doesn't even care about himself has no bottom line, and maintaining a close personal relationship with a person who has no bottom line is tantamount to stripping himself naked and sending him into the bud of a piranha.

Moriarty didn't even look back at him, "Yes." His voice was still brisk.

"Wait." Jonas always felt that there was something wrong here, his fingers were trembling convulsively, carefully looking at the two revolvers and two bullets on the table, Moriarty's rules sounded fair, but He just felt something was wrong.

"The guns are all the same, so are the bullets. You can check it. I even prepared witnesses like a medieval duel." Moriarty pushed the gun to the middle of the table like a salesman, indicating that Jonas can check it at will, by the way He pointed eagerly at the boy who had no blood on his face, and a desperate sob came from the latter's throat.

Jonas really checked the revolver carefully—it was really fine, and then he planned to take a closer look at the revolver part of the revolver, so as not to leave any traces of Moriarty cheating.It's just that he was just about to check, when a flash of inspiration made him suddenly enlightened.

"Persephone," he deliberately used what seemed to him an insult, "in your rules we choose a pistol ourselves, reload each time, spin the wheel, and shoot each pistol. To our companions, isn't it?" Jonas carefully restrained his pride, "You prepared the pistol, the light here is not good enough, I can't tell if you have tampered with the gun, this game is not fair at all , so I have no intention of continuing to play." He is also smart, all Moriarty has shown so far is that he doesn't care about anything but fun, so good, when this game is no longer interesting, Moriarty Will you still stick to it?

It has to be said that Jonas's judgment was very accurate, Moriarty really began to hesitate, his eyes switched back and forth between the pistol and the bullet, Jonas' heart rose to his throat, success or failure depended on it.

"It's not impossible, my dear. Anyway, didn't you find a witness?" It was Wilton who spoke unexpectedly. He was like Romeo who didn't care about anything but his lover's wishes. Huanxin, "boy, do you know what this is?"

The university professor calmed the boy's heart with a deceptive gentle voice, and Jonas watched the boy as if grasping at straws, "I, I, I, I...I know, gun, but I can't use it, I swear, I... woo woo..." Tears flowed uncontrollably.Jonas asked Dittmar about the boy's identity in a low voice, and Dittmar told all his judgments - it was probably part of Hades' "business", since he was a passer-by, there was no need to pay attention .

That's how Jonas became more relaxed, "Reloading is easy, Persephone, if you want to play this game, you can, but every time this kid comes to reload, you call..."

"Poker [note], my name is Poker," the boy whimpered.

"What a coincidence, probably God guided you here." Moriarty twitched his lips, looking extremely happy, "That's it, Mr. Fool, you go and teach him how to reload, as for the rope," he said slightly He raised his chin, "Pork, you understand what you can do and what you can't do, don't you?" P made a very stressful plosive sound in his mouth, and the boy couldn't shed tears, looking very pitiful.

Jonas went up to untie the rope, probably frightened, and even without the rope, the boy kept his legs together, his hands on his knees, and his back straight against the back of the chair.Jonas could feel Moriarty's gaze on himself like a nail, "This is the wheel, this is the release button of the wheel, this is the ejection lever, of course you don't need it..." Jonas explained it very carefully, but he still skipped when it comes to the ejector lever. There is only one bullet in it anyway, and the ejector lever is used to push out the empty cartridge case. No matter who gets shot, the last step is nothing significance.

Although Little Pork's hands were shaking all the time, he learned it very carefully. Dittmar even asked him if he would like to join the London underground world. Of course, he was ridiculed by Moriarty, and Wilton just smiled gently on the sidelines. It seems that he will always tolerate the behavior of the person around him.

In fact, no matter how harmonious the atmosphere on the table was, everyone knew that at least one person would die today.Jonas taught little Pok a few times, the boy got started very quickly, until the last stroke, shake, release, knock... After a few minutes of experimentation, he even almost caught up with the average players.

"He's really a born criminal." Moriarty even said this with a bit of complacency, as if he was satisfied with his choice.The expression on Jonas's face remained the same, but he raised his heart, "I have one more requirement. From the beginning of the gun selection, it must be picked by Little Pok. After each round, the guns must be exchanged." He put all the guns he could think of The loopholes are blocked.

"As you wish, I only like the game itself, what do you say dear?" Moriarty even gave Wilton a wink.

"As long as you are happy, my queen." Wilton's whole body was bound by ropes, but his face was full of tenderness.

For a moment, Jonas felt that Hades and the professor were a perfect match, one willing to fight and the other willing to suffer.Turning around, he saw the boy who was still pale but calmed down, and suddenly felt a sense of disobedience.

But before he could figure it out, he heard Moriarty's voice, "Baby Polk, you can start now, the first round." He stretched out his voice.

The boy bit his lip and carefully pressed the release button of the reel, then shook it to the left, put the bullet in carefully, flicked it lightly to make the reel rotate quickly, and knocked it back to install it.

In the pale light of the emergency lights, the two revolvers gleamed maliciously.

"You can do whatever you want." Moriarty was happy, he waited for Jonas to choose one of them carefully, then picked up the other one indifferently, and put the muzzle of the gun squarely on Wilton's temple, " Any last words, my dear?"

"You're mine." Wilton's eyes burst into an inevitable light, and Moriarty "giggled".

"Three, two, one..." Little Pok's voice trembled, and then he heard two "clicks" and "clicks", and the boy screamed desperately.

☆、92·I am the third child of the Sherlock Holmes family

"Poke baby, don't make such a fuss." Moriarty complained as he removed the revolver from Wilton's temple. Jonas' palms were sweaty, and the shot just now missed both sides.

The boy sobbed softly, and he looked at Jonas with pleading eyes.

Jonas looked away, he knew that it was too much for a child to take a life because his reload disappeared, but he had no other way, only the boy reloaded himself could make or break this game Probably all down to God and not man.

The boy cried for a while, probably resigned to his fate, he took the pistol in front of him, and began to reload it at a much faster speed than at the beginning, and everyone present could see that the boy was slowly killing what was in his heart. innocence.

"Then, the second round." Moriarty still smiled and picked up the gun that belonged to Jonas just now. After three-two-one, the boy forced himself to open his eyes. Their luck was very good, and the second round was still empty. bomb.

"Baby Polk, you are really a lucky star." Moriarty flung an exaggerated kiss, and then he winked at Jonas and Dittma, "It seems that we are all very lucky, maybe we Should I go to Las Vegas?"

"We can go after the things here are over. It's still very early." Wilton answered the conversation, still with a gentle and indulgent voice, as if he had just pressed the trigger on his temple without hesitation. same as existence. "If Jonas wants to, of course we can join together." He spoke naturally and excluded Dittmar, as if the man in this game would be destined to lose.

"The third round." Dittmar's face was twisted, but he didn't want to quarrel. He growled at the boy with a calm face, and the two revolvers were placed in front of the boy again.

The fourth round...the fifth round... probably today the goddess of luck is really standing in this warehouse, the boy's movements are getting faster and faster, the time interval between each round is getting shorter and shorter, and Jonas His state of mind also changed from being cautious to exhausted and then faintly numb—this can’t be blamed on him, after a long period of high tension beyond a certain limit, it is almost certain that people’s nerves will become tired and numb.Takes the gun, points it to his brother's temple, and clicks... still nothing happens.

"I really didn't expect it to be like this," said Moriarty, resting his chin on one hand while tapping on the table with the other hand before the start of the sixth round, with confusion in his voice. Not even a single bullet was shot in five rounds, the probability of this is too small." Then he seemed to remember something, grinned with a smug smile, "Fortunately, I have already prepared , the six rounds are just a starting point, if there is no result in the sixth round, we will have to change the rules."

Jonas's nerves tensed even more, his whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the water, "You can't do this, the rules have been stated a long time ago, even if there is no problem in the sixth round, the next round will be fine." But just keep going.”

"This is my game, besides, my dear will agree, won't you?" Moriarty still had a smile on his face, but his voice began to become dangerous. Following his words, Wilton next to him A face full of connivance.Jonas was almost dumbfounded looking at the gentle smile of Pluto who hadn't changed from beginning to end. It was the first time he really admired someone other than his own brother--that was the trigger that was pulled five times, and it was still the same. Not counting Moriarty's occasional provocations.

Yes, even if he was provocative, he would not believe that Moriarty, who whispered to Wilton from time to time during the whole process, would say anything good.

"Okay, gentlemen." The boy's stammering voice drew their attention back, and Jonas picked up the gun closest to him. The impromptu rule change took up most of his and Dietmar's attention, and when he pointed the muzzle of the revolver at his brother's temple, Dittmar didn't even give the gun any attention. .

"He was wrong just now, you will be mine." Dittmar's eyes fixed on the smile on Moriarty's lips, under the pale light from the emergency lights, Moriarty's face looked like the most Alluring poppies.

"Three, two..." Moriarty shrugged and ignored him. Wilton simply didn't give him a look. The boy's countdown began. Compared with the beginning, his voice was much more stable. In fact From the third round, the voice and frequency of the boy's countdown have been quite stable.

After a long period of high tension, the inertial nerves reminded his master that it should be one before the boy's "one" was spoken. Jonas pulled the trigger without thinking, and he exerted great energy. Get ready to look for loopholes in the new rules again.He had thought about it carefully just now, no matter what method Moriarty used, he rushed him to this room and pressed the siren, but the fact that his subordinates have not appeared until now is enough to explain the problem.

Either the signal is restricted here, or...the people outside have been counter-controlled.Jonas didn't want to imagine the second ending, so he simply used the plan. Their luck has always been good, and Jonas firmly believes that God will be on their side.

It's just a pity that he will soon find that he doesn't need to think about it anymore, because the recoil from his hand is obviously different after he pulls the trigger this time, and then he only hears a bang, a man's groan, bright Blood sprayed all over half of his side face—it was from his biological brother