Chapter 517: Simple

Today is probably the most depressing day in the lives of these innocent and poor bees. When they charge at the target in groups, this life like a two-legged beast does not roll on the ground or run away after being stung. He simply stands still and occasionally waves his hands to clear the visual obstacles.

The poor little bees can only flap their wings in vain, launch useless charges again and again, trying to leave a profound lesson to this bastard who does not move at all, so that it will not stay near its home again.

I don’t know if the plastic monster has such a feeling of being touched by the scene.

When the bees fall one by one in vain, its rational participation is more and more afraid.

The extraordinary person who made the noise has not taken action yet.

The familiar sense of threat continues to spread in the emotions, and it seems to smell the breath of the man holding a pipe and the beautiful boy like an elf. It is not a single one, but it spreads over in overlapping ways. Even if they are not here, the extremely dangerous breath has arrived.

All around, there is dangerous murderous intent everywhere.

At a certain moment

Perhaps the plastic monster could sense that the eyes hidden in the dark had temporarily moved away from it, so it violated the standard state of human strength. It used its hands and feet to push itself into the air in an instant, and rushed directly towards the deep mountains.

This instantaneous change from extreme stillness to extreme movement made the bee swarm that was still trying to attack it lose its target in an instant, and could only helplessly circle around its destroyed home.

In the dark dense forest, it rushed forward like a monkey.

After completing the first escape action, the plastic monster immediately sensed many dangerous and sharp threats coming from the air. The speed of the tense trembling in an instant was not only a few points faster than itself, but also far more flexible!

Tsk! !

In the hurried evasive action, a crisp cutting sound rang in the air. I don't know what was passing through the darkness. It not only cut through the tough branches and leaves easily, but also cleverly cut off one of the arms of the plastic monster from the joint analysis, just like a butcher cutting a cow.

The arm that fell to the ground began to twitch like a living thing, running around as if it had no bones.

Before it tried to quietly escape from the scene.

A bright flying knife flew from an unknown angle and nailed it directly to the wet land. The next moment, the air seemed to sound the wail of a beast! I saw the ink color saturated, the shadow power covered, and the activity of the arm was destroyed in an instant, and the whole arm turned into flying ash!

'If you cut off the hands and feet, you can take it back, right? Do you want to cut off the tongue? '

Watson jumped skillfully in the shadows. If there was a third party, they would be horrified to find that from the beginning to now, she has been flying closely behind the plastic monster. No matter how the prey speeds up or changes direction, she follows it steadily. The seemingly soft and harmless ultra-thin steel wire is looking for the right angle to pull and split. The ignorant plastic monster is immersed in fear.

The remaining rationality rather than absolute madness makes it constantly recall the emotions that humans should have.

After cutting off one hand cleanly, it wailed and its spirit was agitated. The speed was even faster, like a sharp arrow rushing forward recklessly.

This time it had no choice but to rush.

The plastic monster fell all the way from Sequence 7 to Sequence 9. The only thing it could rely on was these hidden transformation abilities that could only bully ordinary people or careless people. Even Lin En, a Sequence 8 who was not a main combat profession, was almost caught and beaten to death, not to mention Watson, the [Shadow Executioner].

Swish...

This was the sound of another hand flying out. In the silent cutting, there was neither the excited and happy tone of the executor nor the painful screams of the tortured. It was as if all this was a dream. Except for the speed between life and death, everything else was no longer important.

The hand that was spinning and flying out suddenly tore itself into two pieces in mid-air, just avoiding the dagger that was chasing it.

The torn arm, like a centipede, quickly climbed and swam, and was about to disappear in the darkness.

But suddenly, two triggered traps flashed, and the explosion erupted against the fragile and chaotic spirituality. The two spiritual particles flashed for a moment like moonlight, and the two split limbs suddenly turned into dead ashes, and there was no movement.

Although it was said that as long as the split was brought back to keep active, these small fragments left in the wild would sooner or later wither due to lack of spirituality, but Watson still decided to clean it all up.

In addition to being affected by Sherlock's obsessive-compulsive perfectionism, Watson also felt that he could help Sherlock. Both gentlemen have worked so hard, why don't he make it easier for them?

The instantaneous trap light lit up the dense forest.

In this brief moment of light, the plastic monster, who had lost both hands and was rushing forward recklessly, caught a glimpse of the shadow below him that was almost overlapping with himself.

The hunter, had been hiding behind the prey?

When he realized this, it was too late. The sound of the beautifully suspended steel wire cutting into the flesh was so subtle that it was almost inaudible, a little like the sound of cutting cheese with a dinner knife. The plastic monster was stopped directly by a dozen steel wires with a cold glow, and was strangled in the air like a swing.

Even the ability to move was taken away by the steel wire that cleverly cut off the barrier.

Watson turned over and landed gracefully. He looked at the time in the moonlight. The whole process took five minutes. It was too easy...

‘Is this the thing Sherlock couldn't forget? ’

With the movement of his fingers, he removed the two legs of the plastic monster that looked like a hanging prey. Although it was still in human form, judging from the strange colorful wriggling of the incision, it was no longer a human flesh and blood body. This saved her the effort of stopping the bleeding to prevent it from really dying.

The plastic monster, which was completely unable to move, was extremely desperate at this moment.

It urgently wanted to twist the steel wire that was strangled in its body with its body, further destroy its body, and then transfer consciousness by death, but it was a luxury for it to even move. It could only watch this cold woman who was emitting cold air all over her body, like the incarnation of the goddess of death in the world, pulling the steel wire, weaving it into a knot and slowly dragging it into the darkness.

Aurora Watson.

His real name is unknown, but he is suspected to be a survivor of the massacre in the town of Kerbrand. In the archives of the Bureau of Suppression, Watson is marked as having doubts about the survivor's statement.