Villain hero

Night is always the color of the criminal.

A boy with a civilization stick walks in an empty street.

The street lamp with bad contact "Zizi" rang flickering, illuminating the beautiful face of the young man holding if there is no smile.

The sneaky figure moves quickly through the alleys on either side of the street, using all the facilities that can act as cover to conceal its presence.

Alas, nothing gets past Holmes.

Sensing the change in the speed of the wind blowing past my ear, the young man's smile deepened, and a pair of bright blue eyes as bright as the sky began to point stars.

Stop the pace, the hand of the civilization staff carved by vibration gold casting 'Dong! 'Leaning on the hard road, in the silent night, making a dull noise.

"Good evening, Sir, behind the trash can."

The young man turned his head slightly to the side and looked at the silent alley with his smiling eyes. One side of his face sank into darkness.

"This is the second time we have met, so it seems necessary to make a formal introduction."

In response to the youth, only the wind blew the "rustling" sound of dead leaves rubbing against the road.

Wait patiently for a little while, but the silence lasts for a long time, as if there is no second person besides the teenager.

So the young man nodded and walked slowly to the alley.

The silk white shirt reflects a soft gloss in the light of Microsoft, and the emerald collar buckle rigorously clasps the intricate scarf.

The dark green overcoat made a sharp arc through the air.

"I am Albert Holmes."

"But you ought to know." Standing at the mouth of the alley, Albert's gaze into the trash can in the dark corner was focused and sincere, as if he were certain that someone was there. "After all, you've had a lot of people following me this month."

"Of course, you don't need to doubt the loyalty of the people you hire, and I don't want to cause that many deaths for no reason." Shrugging his shoulders, Albert acted as if it were a conversation between old friends, light and fun.

"You're just not careful. Both those who came before and you have traces of highly concentrated industrial motor oil on your shoes, and when you approach me, the smell in the wind gives you away."

"And since you can quickly track my location after getting it, and escape the surveillance eyes all over the world, the fastest transportation in an hour's travel range, only the abandoned ship yard in the West End of Taber Bay meets the conditions." The sea and land around that area also contain similar concentrations of industrial oils."

"Are you gathering in the shipyard, planning something bad?" "Said Albert, tilting his head. Seeing the shadow that suddenly wriggled when it was accurately said, the eyes that were as high as the vast sky were like a sudden gust of wind, and the crisis was everywhere.

"That's not allowed, Mr. Trash Can. There is no place in London for anyone, or non-humans, to act without notice."

"The inner world has the rules of the inner world." His eyes were dark, and Albert walked on, the sound of his firm feet falling slowly, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Slender figure obviously does not have the advantage of visible body shape, but inexplicably has a majestic momentum gradually surging around.

One can hardly breathe from the oppression.

The man hiding behind the trash can began to stir.

Just as Albert was about to step completely into the dark alley and exit completely from the light of the street lamp.

The man who had been lurking moved.

The flat wind, with its thick fog, descended upon Albert with a force of thousands the moment his deep brown hand-made carved oxfords hit the ground.

The excessive speed causes parts of the force field to distort as it travels through space, making a jarring burst.

He could be seen in the mist in the darkness, his livid face covered with tattoos, his trident thrust hard at the placid, motionless Albert.

"Victor!

The collision of metals produced a loud noise.

A thin man leaped from the roof of a building not far behind Albert, his arms shaking, his cigarette dangling from his lips, and his kick kicking the assailant, who had been shot and wailing in pain, far away.

Albert looked at the man's 'violence' without change, but did not stop it. On the contrary, it is very appreciative of the person "bang!" A bang against the wall, head broken open mouth of blood/flow of sad picture.

"Hello, little Holmes." Accidentally burned by too short incense/smoke, the man reached out to take the cigarette/head off, threw it on the ground, and ran over it with his foot.

"Courage is not small, you dare to run here alone?" Have you forgotten that you're a juvenile, pure human species? What will you do if I don't get there in time? I don't want to collect the body for you and bear the wrath of the Holmes family."

Nodding lightly to the man, Albert shrugged off his reproach.

On the contrary, he has some dissatisfaction with men.

"Konstantin, if you had been less careless in the Hunt six months ago, I wouldn't have made this trip tonight." Slowly arranging his scarf, which had just been blown out of place by the wind, Albert said, "And if you are not so careless now, you should find that there is more than one stalker here."

"No way." Constantine, the exorcist known as the 'detective of hell' and accustomed to dealing with the demons of hell, took a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and held one in his mouth, not paying any attention to Albert's words.

"It was an oversight on my part six months ago, but I'm pretty sure only one got away."

With his long, bony palms running across the emerald buckle of his pure white silk scarf, Albert looked up and slowly scanned the tall buildings that stood unlit in the dark.

"Constantine, did cigarettes destroy your lungs and blind your eyes? Don't you see anything wrong?"

It's incredibly quiet around here.

Although it is the early morning, but always bustling pedestrian London, there are always some people who sleep late. Not to mention the fact that this area has always been a gathering place for taggers and artists, and by no means should there be an entire neighborhood with lights dimmed.

If you look more carefully, you will find that at some point in time, the noise in the environment also disappears.

Dogs barking, birds singing, cars roaring... There's nothing.

Constantine began to feel something was wrong.

Put out the smoke in his hands, clenched the weapon in his hands, and walked towards the people who were constantly wailing in the corner not far away. "Hey, you..."

"Snap!

"Snap!

"Snap!

Before Constantine had finished, there was a sharp explosion.

All the Windows in the buildings around blew out.

For a moment, the glass fragments falling from the sky, like the sharpest blades, fell at a speed that defied natural gravity.

The most humble glass has now become the most terrible weapon.

Albert looked up, thousands of shards of glass reflected in his blue eyes, but he showed no fear.

The expression on his face was relaxed and cheerful, as if he were enjoying a great fall of snow.

Constantine's cigarette fell to the floor in shock, and it took him a few seconds to react as he frantically whirled his brain to think of a possible spell.

The brain, which was filled with bizarre exorcisms and spells from all over the world, had cracked under such intense stress - especially with a Holmes-worthy successor by his side.

But no matter how hard I thought, I couldn't dig a working solution out of the garbage heap of memories.

Constantine was so anxious that a sweat came out of his head.

However,

Just as the fast-falling glass was about to stab Albert in the eye, the situation reversed.

The world stands still.

Thousands of pieces of falling glass, hanging in the air, in the faint moonlight shining, reflecting brilliant light.

Dark and dangerous night, now beautiful as a dream, like diamonds shine.

'Da,' da, 'da'...

The crisp landing sound of unhurried high heels came from far and near, and the woman wearing a high wizard hat came enchanting, and the shadow cast by the hat covered most of her face, and only a pair of red lips was particularly noticeable in the dark night.

When the woman was far away, she took off her wizard hat and bowed gracefully to Albert. When Albert nodded his permission, he went to stand beside him.

With a hoarse voice and a smile, the woman began, "Hello, Constantine. And you, the little devil in the dark, will not come out?"

After staring at the woman with astonishment for a long time, Constantine's cold sweat, which had just been frightened, had not yet had time to dry, when he heard her words, he was sweating again.

He quietly clutches the weapon in his hand, alert to the demons that may appear around him at any moment.

After a moment of silence, the assailant, who had fallen badly wounded against the wall, slowly got up, patted his hands against the dirt and straightened his back.

Under Constantine's watchful eye, the body quickly reconstructs as if it were melting and reshaping.

And then, in front of everyone's eyes, is the elegant, crazy, handsome demon with the horns.

'Hello, young Mr Holmes, and you too.'

"It is a little late, but since young Mr. Holmes has so graciously introduced himself, let me, too, introduce myself."

"-- My name, RED"

When the name was mentioned, everyone looked grim.

And Albert, there was a palpable anger in his eyes. Half loud, he sneered, breaking the silence.

"Red Devils, eh? With your filthy body, the king of the gods and the king of hell, the dog of nowhere! Not worthy of the name!"

The devil's triumphant expression stopped, his eyes locked on Albert's body, and his anger exploded unabashedly.

"You damned human! How dare a tiny human being challenge the authority of hell?"

In response, numerous black mists rushed out of the surrounding buildings and rushed towards Albert at the command of the devil.

He had just failed to protect Albert, but this time he was prepared, and as a hunter, how could Constantine let these visitors from hell, whom he was responsible for, near Albert?

Shake the sniper/strike/gun transformed by holy water and Mithril in your hand, draw all the black fog within the length of the circle, and scream and die.

A woman wearing a wizard's hat was struck by a staff hidden in her cloak. The staff, shining with dazzling white light, should be accompanied by the woman's rapid chant, and the gradually forming array of Dharma appeared at the feet of the crowd.

But Albert stood still, the wind of the battle around him lifting his scarf without affecting him in the least.

He just stared at the laughing demon, his blue eyes without the human temperature.

Until the demon smiled, noticed something was wrong and slowly stopped.

Then Albert said, "If you have followed me, and kept an eye on the Holmes family when you committed your crimes, and only killed when we were not present, you must know something about us."

"When have you ever seen Holmes unprepared for battle? I never fight a war without preparation."

"And what makes you think I'd come here so hastily?"

Seeing the devil's incredulous face, Albert shrugged. "Your movements were inferred by me at the time of the last attack. Do you want to guess whether you chose to attack me here today, or I chose to ambush you here?"

As soon as the words were finished, there was the sound of a heavy army/team of soldiers landing in full boots, accompanied by the dispatch of personnel from the Royal Special Incidents Division, surrounding the entire block.

Several helicopters could also be heard in the sky.

Reaching up to correct his brown hat, which had been blown awry by the wind, Albert nodded at the startled demon. "May your prison life be less difficult -- I hear that even in prison, you are the most hated thing that preyed on children."

"Good-bye, then, Mr. Mindless demon."

With that, Albert turned away, leaving the field to the professionals - oh, don't expect him to personally capture these things from hell, he may be an omnipotent consulting detective, but afte