Chapter 328 There is a little girl
The boy's calm words seemed to contain some kind of warm power that touched people's hearts.
The tortured man felt that his heart, which was so weak that it was about to strike, began to beat vigorously again. A weak vitality seemed to emerge from his tired and painful body, and even the coldness attached to his skin seemed to be weak. After a few minutes... the hope of living rekindled in his heart.
But the name the other party mentioned was too unfamiliar. There were so many people named John on the streets of London that they were countless. Even if the man racked his brains and thought hard, he really couldn't come up with an answer.
"About, John Watson? Can you give me any more hints? I, I really can't remember clearly. There are too many reward killing warrants that the gang has dealt with... At least tell me... Who will handle it and how much will it be paid?"
The man stammered. He was completely unaware that a mysterious force that was difficult for mortals to detect had quietly penetrated into his heart, causing him to involuntarily empathize with the owner of the voice... Yes, if my friend If someone puts a bounty on my life, I will definitely be very, very angry! I wish I could kill all the relevant people and use their passionate blood to extinguish my fury! ! !
"Sherlock Holmes, Old Jack, a bounty of thousands of pounds...are these keywords enough?"
"Holmes, Old Jack?" the man murmured, and the next moment he suddenly understood, he quickly replied: "Oh oh oh! I remember, that was a guest received by Boss Burton, and the deposit alone was already as high as two thousand Pounds, even though the guest covered her face with gauze when she came, I still saw with my own eyes that the carriage she took when she left was painted with Gu Gu Gu——"
Before the man could fully express his words, the girl who remembered the scene in his mind had already read the slight nod at the moment he recalled it, so the deformed boy showed a ferocious smile, raised his hand and punched this Burton. The famous tough guy from the Brotherhood pulled out the heart that had not had time to stop beating from his chest.
As soon as the tough guy's heart suddenly came into contact with the cold air, it withered and became broken like a shriveled fruit, and all the thin vitality in it was swallowed up by the wild ones.
Watson shook off the remaining blood on his fist, and the sharp invisible light was still spitting out of his fist, causing the air around his fist to ripple like ripples.
When the snow-white girl witnessed this bloody scene, her eyes flickered, her envious and longing eyes were not concealed at all. She first clapped her hands with joy, and then asked eagerly:
"FatherWhy can you pierce the chests of these mortals with just one punch, while I also know the secret of the knife, but I have to use the natural cold energy to condense the fist blade to penetrate the flesh and blood of mortals?"
"Do you still have any secrets? Please teach me" Anna shook her father's arm and said coquettishly: "I also want to pierce the chest of a mortal with one punch like you, father"
Faced with the girl's coquettishness, Watson just slowly shook off the blood and minced meat on his fists, and then placed his clean palms on Anna's lush hair that had been regenerated by the rebirth ceremony.
Different from the pale and withered hair of an old man in the past, Anna's new hair is still as white as frost, but it is smooth and shiny, as if it is really a hair carefully carved from solid ice. The roots are lifelike like hair, and if it weren't for the tips, they would flutter gently in the breeze. No one would believe that these are real hair.
"If you want to complete a punch that penetrates the chest of a mortal... this is not something that can be accomplished with any secret method or technique. The skin, flesh, flesh and bones of the human body can alleviate a certain impact. Anna, you want to complete it with a blunt fist. To be able to accomplish anything with a sharp blade, it must have the power to push a train and the speed to surpass it... Only then can it punch through a mortal's chest."
"But this is just a secular scientific explanation."
"For people like us who have a sharp mind, we only need to understand the secret of the principle of the blade and attach the magic power of the blade to the fist, so that the plane kinetic energy exerted by the fist can be converted into sharp kinetic energy like a blade line, so as to tear apart Open the skin of mortals."
"So, little Anna, you just need to concentrate on understanding the secret transmission of the blade to further grow your blade skills"
Anna tilted her head stupidly, her snow-white eyes showing clear stupidity - although her father had told her many ideas that transcended the times in the past, she didn't know why, but it was always difficult for her to understand the novelty in her memory. There are all kinds of weird terms, such as biomechanics of combat sports, quick lessons on human anatomy... But she has never been able to learn the principles, as if the Anna who received her father's painstaking teachings in the past is another Anna.
She asked infatuatedly: "But, father, don't you only have the first level of blade? Why can you do such incredible things?!"
Her father just rubbed her little head again and explained lightly: "This is the power of the third mark."
"The third mark not only expands the knower's tolerance limit for secret knowledge, but also strengthens the knower's spiritual ability to interfere with the material world."
"Therefore, even the low-level secret transmission power can exert unprecedented miraculous effects in the hands of the knower... Such bizarre and magical power is as beyond imagination as the secret transmission of the moth I first obtained."
"And so far, I haven't even been able to discover the limit of the complete combination of this alternative moth phase and the third mark."
Watson raised his head slightly and looked at the sunset that was gradually setting on the horizon.
"The darkness is coming, and the moths are dancing wildly."
"After staying here for so long, it's time to go out and do some activities."
"The city of London has been quiet and peaceful for so long that the mortals have forgotten what fear is... The people live in a false peace and have forgotten that this cold city is made of the blood and bones of sin. Even gangsters who do all kinds of evil are abiding by the order and refraining from killing, for fear of causing panic. "
"This world is too dull and boring."
"Let us sprinkle a spoonful of conspiracy and intrigue into this silent city like a pool of stagnant water, add half an ounce of uneasiness and panic, and stir it back and forth with the spoon of violence and conflict... Maybe we can cook a good taste by then."
The unusually convex, dark, faceted eyes shrank back, transforming into a pair of ordinary naked eyes that were indifferent and unadulterated with any emotion. This indifference was by no means a purely rational calmness, but some kind of indescribable potential madness - even in this situation. Under the calm sea, there will be crazy undercurrents surging.
"Yes!" Anna's eyes sparkled with admiration and admiration, and she nodded heavily.
Then she quickly ran back to the new pavilion to take out the necessary packages. She first thoughtfully put on her father's windbreaker to tidy up his appearance, then hugged tightly the ancient lion hunting gun that was taller than herself, and followed her father in bounding steps. Behind him and his brother, he walked into the darkening night, heading towards the brightly lit city in the distance.
The cheerful girl hummed a light and sweet nursery rhyme.
"There was a little girl, and she had a big gun"
"There is destruction, destruction and destruction in the bullet"
"She killed the Angles, she killed the Saxons, she killed the Celts"
"Bullets ripped through the night sky and hit their heads, heads, heads"
Think about it carefully, should the title of this chapter be "Little Girl and Big Gun" or "Little Girl's Big Gun", which would sound like a scam?