Chapter 436 I found you!
When John Watson was sure that the purple figure that suddenly jumped out of the thin goddess' body was Jack the Ripper, he immediately turned around and ran.
While turning around and running, he had already taken out the firearm hidden under his windbreaker.
A British firearm that should not appear.
A large-caliber revolver - Colt M1873 single-action revolver!
John Watson held the wooden handle, and an extremely familiar feeling surged from his palm and fingers.
Although in his impression, it seems that he has never used this revolver.
But in the dark, he has an incredible intuition that the turbulent blood at this moment seems to be able to break through the barrier of the skin and flow directly into the gun body.
The boiling hot blood circulates in the handle, cylinder and barrel and returns to the fingers, and the blood mixed with gunpowder and metal smell escapes into the heart - he already knows all the details of this Colt revolver.
The lines of the barrel, the firmness of the screws, the size of the bullet, the veins of the grip... all the information is clear in my mind. The air is slightly moist and the wind is a light breeze from the northeast.
The distance between me and the target is nine yards. While continuing to run, I move one step to the eleven o'clock direction, and swing my arm back 75 degrees to reduce 30 centimeters - the accuracy rate of hitting the head with this shot is as high as 89%!
The thumb pulls the rear-loading hammer, and the cylinder rotates with a crisp sound. The cylinder has rotated to the right position, and it will roar with a deafening roar when the trigger falls!
However, at this moment, something in the back of John Watson's head suddenly jumped, and the ominous premonition of danger was struggling desperately in the back of his heart!
An unprecedented fear of death surged in my heart, even a hundred times and a thousand times more than when I faced those lunatics with evil power in Woolsthorpe Lunatic Asylum -
Dodge!
Must dodge this shot!
Otherwise... I will die!
While running, the center of gravity of the body leaned forward, the arms supported the front of the body with the knees slightly bent, and the moment the palms hit the ground, he immediately rolled forward. A monotonous and hollow syllable came from behind his ears, but he could understand its meaning in his heart.
"Open."
The corner of his vision did not capture any brilliance, nor did his ears hear any wind breaking sound, and his scalp could not feel any air fluctuations, but the dangerous premonition in his head outlined in his mind the trace of something like a snake flying three inches above his head.
Without hesitation, John Watson pulled the trigger the moment he rolled up, the firing pin hit the primer fiercely, and the specially added propellant violently exploded.
Bang - the projectile shining with a silver-white cold light flew out in the thick black smoke!
But John Watson could not hear any echo, the bullet that should have hit seemed to fall into the air, and there was no sound of penetrating the human body.
He suddenly trembled violently.
The bullet clearly missed the target, but his chest made a cracking sound, like cracked wall paint.
The nervous system howled with fear and helplessness, and the skin and flesh made a rusting sound like the hinges of a door frame--
John Watson's chest had inevitably been opened, and when he looked down, he could see blood gushing out, and his shirt and vest were quickly stained red and wet.
However, he was not dead yet.
At the moment when the invisible and untouchable invisible snake turned back, John Watson's muscle instinctive reaction was more decisive and faster than his thoughts!
Since there was no way to avoid it, he had to do his best to reduce the damage and loss.
At the last moment when the invisible snake bit down, John Watson's body moved by itself, and a shudder like a sneeze caused his torso to shift slightly.
The invisible snake that could have directly pierced the heart and spine failed because of this, narrowly brushing past the heart, only leaving a serious wound that was not fatal on the spot.
At that moment, John Watson felt a strange pain that he had never experienced before, as if his chest was pierced by some kind of cone.
But the invisible cone did not pierce the front chest or the back, but burst directly into his chest!
Two completely identical cones pierced forward and backward at the same time, creating a hole as thick as a little finger. Before the blood flooded the hole, the two holes could even be connected into a straight line, allowing those with sharp eyes to directly see the scene in front of John Watson from his back!
"Huh! Can you actually avoid this?"
A light cry came from behind.
John Watson no longer had any extra thoughts to care about it. The blood gushing from his chest also took away his vitality and energy. He began to experience blackouts, and a group of black halos appeared in his right eye.
But the artificial eye obtained from Miss Charlotte once again played an incredible magical role. The machinery inside the sphere started to run rapidly, and the glimmering glass began to burst out with shining light, illuminating his skull clearly and transparently.
His consciousness, which was almost unconscious, suddenly woke up, and an inexplicable rationality occupied his mind, and a series of incomprehensible data flashed through his mind.
The current blood loss is about 200ML, and the continuous blood loss rate is 80ML per second. It is expected that symptoms of weakness will appear in five seconds - the bleeding problem needs to be solved immediately!
John Watson held the gun handle tightly with his right hand, pressed the hammer and pulled the trigger continuously, and emptied the entire cylinder towards the purple shadow behind him in his memory, and thick gunpowder filled the air behind him.
At the same time, his left hand reached into the inner pocket of his windbreaker, took out a light red ampoule, broke the sealed bottleneck directly, and stuffed the bottle mouth into the open hole in his chest.
The light red liquid seemed to be heavier than blood, directly blocking the hole and forcibly pushing the blood that was about to flow out back.
Hiss——The blazing pain burned violently at the wound, but at the same time it made people feel indescribably happy.
It was so refreshing!
The two wounds temporarily stopped the flow of blood, but the scars were still unhealed, and the blood carefully flowed out from the flesh that had not yet completely closed.
While completing the series of actions of emptying the magazine and healing the wound, John Watson did not stop, and his legs began to step randomly, taking irregular steps that even he himself could not predict the next step, and moving like a young butterfly struggling and fluttering in a storm.
But even so, his speed was basically not reduced by half.
After dodging three attacks that his five senses could not predict, and paying the tragic price of having his left thigh and right kidney pierced, John Watson finally staggered to an empty house.
A white piece of paper saying "For Rent" was posted on the glass next to him.
The dusty glass reflected his embarrassed posture of fleeing in a panic, but the face in the reflection showed a confident smile.
John Watson smashed the glass in front of him with a shoulder, ignored the broken glass shards piercing his body, and rolled directly into the house.
In front of where he had just stood, the mossy wall tiles shattered silently.
When John Watson showed his head again, he was holding a slender rifle with a strange hexagonal barrel in his arms.
The Whitworth M1857 precision rifle, another inexplicably familiar weapon.
The trigger was pulled, and the inside of the barrel shone with a shining light!
"Jack the Ripper, it's not you who finally found me."
"It's me who finally found you!"