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Tonight is another rainy night, and the searchlights outside the prison, piercing through the drizzle, make every corner unobstructed...even the guards outside are not ordinary prison guards!

This prison is about detaining special prisoners. I never thought that I would be able to receive such treatment in my lifetime...

Thanks to Mycroft!

Watson sat on the prison bed, lowered his head and smiled lowly.

He stood up and walked to the window, feeling the cold air in the rainy night, and the scorching heat gradually accumulated in his eyes...

"Hehe..." Watson couldn't help laughing!

No one can hold me down, never will... No one can force me to do anything!

...Mycroft, you will regret it, because the winner can only be me!

In the silent prison cell, there was a sound of footsteps, breaking the silence of the night... Gradually as the footsteps advanced, a group of people appeared!

At the front was a doctor in a white coat, followed by four nurses carrying a stretcher, followed by seven or eight fully armed prison guards with sniper rifles.

Watson quietly watched the group of people pass by in front of him...

"Click——" the door opened softly, drowned in the footsteps, and did not arouse anyone's suspicion at all.

Watson held the iron railing of the cell door with his hand, making the cell door appear closed, and then quietly listened to the sound of footsteps...

Gradually, the footsteps of the group began to increase. Suddenly, the fire alarm broke through the air, and everyone was shocked!

Followed by a red emergency light, the light flickered in the cell, everyone in the cell was constricting their breathing, and the tense atmosphere slowly condensed, turning into an invisible iron plate...

"Bengpeng——" After two gunshots, there was a chaotic sound of fighting.

At the same time, the invisible iron plate broke instantly, and all the cells opened at the same time, making a huge sound of iron doors colliding!

While the other prisoners were still in a daze, Watson immediately opened the cell door and rushed out.

The two prison guards guarding the door saw Watson and immediately stepped forward to arrest him!

Seeing that the situation was not right, Watson immediately dived down to avoid the hands of the two men.

At the same second, the two kicked their left feet at Watson at the same time. Watson half-kneeled on the ground, blocked the enemy on the right with his right arm, grabbed the enemy's military boots on the left with his left hand, turned his upper arm to pull the enemy's foot, and then pushed hard. go back……

After borrowing his strength with one move, he successfully knocked down a prison guard!

"Good skill!" The man who agreed to take Watson to escape fell backwards from the medical stretcher.

"Let me tell you..." Watson frowned while dealing with the prison guards, "You have to let me deal with it alone? They have received formal training!"

The man smiled, rushed up with a stride, bent his knees while flying up into the air, and hit the opponent's chin neatly.

Watson dodged aside and said with a smile, "You are really good!"

The man looked at the prison guard on the ground, and the fierceness in his eyes was fully revealed. He took a step forward, stepped on the other prison guard's singing voice, and then clawed with his left hand, clamping the throat of another prison guard without looking back!

"Kacha——" After a crisp cracking sound, the throat of another prison guard was also cut.

"You are too soft-hearted!" After the man killed the prison guard, he smiled and turned to Watson and said, "But in terms of tactics and moves, it's a trick to kill!"

Watson froze for a moment, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and then quietly clenched his fists...

Relentless?It's a new term...

I am nothing but a trained killing machine!

He smiled lightly and said, "Are you kidding me?"

The man frowned inexplicably: "Are you afraid?"

"Fear?"

"Yes!"

"God, how can there be so many funny people in this world?"

The man pouted helplessly: "Leave first, I'm telling you why there are such fun people!"

Watson lowered his head and smiled, then raised his head in a gesture of 'please'.

A large number of prisoners poured into the corridor like a tide, and the prison guards who arrived fired shots to demonstrate, but soon they were drowned in the crowd with their guns...

"Bump——" There were deafening gunshots all around, and Watson was surrounded by a group of mercenaries.

He squatted on the ground depressed, covering his ear holes with his hands, and the corners of his mouth curled impatiently: "Can you give me a gun?"

The man glanced down at Watson, squatted down immediately, and raised a bazooka. Watson consciously leaned behind the man to share the backlash of the bazooka for him!

"Bump—" The huge explosion, the flames that devoured everything, devoured the enemy...

"Ahem——" Watson got up from the ground in embarrassment, and spat out two mouthfuls of ashes: "Your battle is really ugly!"

"Then what do you mean by elegance?"

Watson suddenly remembered the smile that Sherlock always had on his lips, the smile that showed victory and confidence...

If Sherlock was here, he would surely find a way to exploit security holes, or find weaknesses in people!

...Finally, I used my dominant brain to analyze all the ways to escape safely and quietly!

He couldn't help laughing: "In short, he will be more intelligent, and the real king is the one who fights without bloodshed..."

"How can there be such a person?" The man frowned, his eyes were full of excitement: "...I think you look like you!"

"Me? I'm not!" Watson raised a smile of unknown meaning: "My Russian is not very good, so I can't explain the existence of such a person to you!"

"I understand!"

"what?"

"Your boss...or your master?"

"what?"

"You have a proud smile on your face."

Watson immediately raised his hand to touch his face, and said in a daze, "Are you sure it's pride, not helplessness?"

The man was stunned and said: "It seems that it is not the boss or the master, but who is yours?"

The wall in front has been blasted with a big hole by the rocket launcher, accompanied by the scorched body of the prison guard, the cold air poured in from outside the wall hole, mixed with icy drizzle...

Watson looked at the hole in the wall, and suddenly fell silent. There was always an unknown emotion flowing in his eyes, with a little dazed light...

Said to be friends?But... what is a friend?But what is a friend?

Sherlock may regard himself as a friend, as an assistant... and he is willing to follow him like this!

follow?This is a good word... and also unusually strange!

...What made me stay by Sherlock's side willingly?

Maybe it's his talent, maybe his loneliness, maybe his pure...

In short, he allowed himself to see a completely different life - fulfilling his desire for danger, but...but living without harm, as his sister and uncle expected!

"Tuk Tuk Tuk—" A military helicopter broke through the rain and rushed towards them unaffected!

The searchlights of the prison hit the helicopter, making it completely exposed to the air, and the people on the plane threw several grenades down one after another...

All the flowers in the rain, but the explosion cut off the rain curtain linking the world, just like the chains of fate that cannot be hidden or escaped!

Watson watched the approaching helicopter, and suddenly, he stopped in his tracks...

[System, what is Sherlock doing? 】

[This... is a little hard to explain! 】

The bulldog huddled in a corner of the sofa, watching Sherlock's unusual behavior...

Sherlock was lying on the sofa, feeling the cold wind blowing in from the window, and the cold raindrops took the opportunity to fall on the back of his hand!

The back of his hand moved slightly, as if his nerves were stimulated by the raindrops... Suddenly, he opened his eyes. Under the dim light, his smoky blue pupils were filled with the joy of victory!

Sherlock sat up and walked into the room with bare feet. Although the room remained largely unchanged, as if Watson had just left, there were a few coats that Sherlock threw on the ground...

Sherlock bent down to pick up the coat on the ground, grabbed the collar of the coat and shook the dust in mid-air, and then put it back in the closet... However, just as he put the clothes away, his hands paused, and he squeezed his hands seriously. Purse your lips.

He immediately turned around, strode to the kitchen, bent down and picked up the chemical equipment in the corner, and then fell down on the table...

Looking at the messy environment, Sherlock smiled in a good mood... But soon he was stunned again, turned impatiently and walked to the window, grabbed the violin and tried a few notes!

【What is he doing? 】

[I don't know, he seems to be troubled by something, feeling very irritable...] [System, let me ask you, have you been watching Sherlock properly these days? 】【I...】The tiger-headed dog was stunned for a moment, its claws tightened involuntarily, and its nails sank deeply into the sofa: 【Of course I have! ] Watson folded his arms irritably, his breathing immediately became undulating: 【You wait for me to come back to clean you up! 】The helicopter is parked steadily outside the wall hole, and the cabin connects the indoor and outdoor spaces...and there is a fierce gun battle below. !

The man leaped into the cabin, looked back at Watson and said, "Hurry up! 】Watson's footsteps moved forward a few millimeters, and then retracted quickly...

If you really want to leave, then you and Sherlock will definitely be because of Mycroft's relationship...

He clenched his fists tightly, clenched his teeth, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

No, no... You really can't go back to 221B Baker Street this time around!

"John Watson!" Mycroft rushed over angrily. Standing ten meters away, he shouted angrily, "Come back with me!"

Watson also looked at Mycroft angrily. He sneered and said, "Hehe, your leadership temperament is really good. Do you really think of yourself as a god?"

Mycroft crossed his arms and looked at Watson through gritted teeth... After a while, he lowered his arm, raised his right hand, pointed at Watson and said, "You still have contacts with this group of people, it's really not easy! "

"Are you still wronging me?"

"I wronged you?"

"Mycroft!" Watson roared, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably, as if a volcano had finally erupted: "You fucking listen to me, I don't care if you fucking believe it or not, I just want to say drugs I got involved in that incident by accident, I just didn't want Sherlock to take those damn drugs!"