The mutant mouse and the white cat, one step further, are obviously the two most common creatures in the eyes of ordinary people, but at this moment there is an inexplicable tension during the battle.

"Let's go and help it!"

"You can't go. The mutant mouse has a low level of intelligence. Now it is a battle between wild beasts. Once it fails, it is likely to run directly to its master. If we appear, it may be another ending. Don't worry, I have seen them confrontation, and the mutant mouse cannot fight the white cat."

Sherlock by the wall pulled out his gun and was about to rush out. Donald hurriedly pressed his shoulder. There were no large number of mice around now. One-on-one, the white cat must be stronger than the mutant mice. Just wait and see.

Meow!

The white cat roared in a low voice, and his front paws pressed the mouse on the ground to death. He used force to jump up from the ground and rushed directly to the windowsill.

The mutant mouse had no intention of fighting at all. When he saw the white cat pounced on him, he immediately jumped out, and his speed was also not slow.

Chase!

"Come on, the opportunity is here. The mouse jumps out instead of running into the warehouse. It must have a helper outside, and it is not far away, otherwise it would not have done this!"

One-on-one, the only way for the mouse to escape the cat's capture is to rely on its smaller size to drill some places where the cat cannot enter and walk straight lines on the ground, which is seeking death.

The mutant mouse chose the second type, either because it thought it lived too long, or because it was confident that it would successfully escape before the white cat caught up with it, or even counterattacked.

"Luckily the moon is bright enough tonight, otherwise it would be really hard to chase."

The windbreaker on Sherlock's body made a puff sound because of the rapid running. The speed of the white cat and the mutant mouse is not a joke. If it is cloudy today, relying on the lighting range of the street lights alone, only a few turns will be needed, and the two of them will lose their target.

"Sherlock, did you hear any sound?"

There was a whistling wind in my ears, but Donald heard some other sounds from it.

"Look at the warehouse over there... Oh no, we're here to have a rat's nest!"

A crack was cracked from the warehouse gate seven or eight meters away, and black shadows were emerging from the inside.

The chase in front also stopped, but the battle did not break out. The two hid behind a large iron trash can next to the warehouse, and in the open space in front, there were crowds of rats!

Wow~

The sound turned into a threatening growl, and the white cat arched its back, and it sensed the danger.

A kerosene lamp lit up in the darkness behind the group of rats, dozens of mice lined up left and right, and a hunched figure walked out, with a bell shaking gently in his hand.

"I think it's a guy. It turns out to be a cat. Tsk tsk, chasing my baby, I'm really brave... I'm leaving now, can't let me live a little more peaceful? Don't hide, come out, the two behind the trash can, detectives? There are rats nearby. If you want to escape my eyes, you have to go to the top of the warehouse."

The mutant mouse ran under the mouse catcher, stood on his hind legs, waiting for his thin palm to stroke its forehead, and then drilled into the black cloak he was wearing, and the mouse catcher turned to where Donald and Sherlock were hiding. It was just killing a cat, but unexpectedly there were some guys who were delivered to the door.

"You don't have weapons, don't come out. I'll go out and shoot later. If you miss three shots, run away quickly and don't look back."

Perhaps Sherlock is still a novice in case investigation, but he has his own experience in judging the situation of combat. There are a large group of mice around the other party. Regardless of whether this is the limit of his control or not, the situation surrounded must be avoided.

Sherlock does not intend to persuade or surrender. Others may not know that once a transgressionist who violated the law is arrested, he may face the judgment of the church. If ordinary people steal jewelry for a few years, once a transgressionist is in prison, it will be difficult for them to come out again. In order to maintain social order, the government and the church are extremely unlikely to release the transgressionist who tastes the benefits of crime.

Therefore, most aliens have made up their minds while breaking the law and never surrender without reaching a desperate situation. Sherlock has no way to force the other party into a desperate situation without using a gun.

Three guns can be said to be a boundary. No one expected that the mouse-catching man would follow so many helpers when he ran away. The bullets in the Sherlock gun were not enough to face so many mice.

"If you don't come out, then I'll go there."

The mouse catcher was impatient to pick up the piccolo hanging on his neck. With a sound, the rats lying on the ground stood upright, like a small army waiting for inspection.

With two sounds, three mutant mice rushed out under the black cloak and went directly to the front of the team. The white cat retreated. Faced with this situation, it chose to avoid the battle.

Three sounds, the rats rushed forward, and Sherlock also moved out from behind the trash can at this moment.

Send all the rats out to attack, what do you use as a barrier?

Bang!

Sherlock rolled out and raised his gun to aim and shoot, his movements were in order. Donald stretched out his head from behind the trash can to watch the battle.

Since he only fired three shots, there was nothing to keep. The full gas was consumed by one-third in an instant. So Donald saw Sherlock's upper body tremble suddenly. The fireworks behind the bullets dissipated and there was still a white airflow, and a dull whistling sound suddenly rang.

"gun?"

The rat catcher was calm and raised the kerosene lamp in his hand. Under the light, he had long beards, narrow cheeks, sharp mouth and wide eyes, and his black face. Donald, behind the trash can, suddenly shuddered. This was not a human, it was clearly a monster!

No wonder he kept bent over, wearing a wide-brimmed top hat and a cloak. He was seen with this look, and he probably had to call the police to catch the monster.

A translucent barrier appeared in front of the mouse-catching man, but the bullet hit him, making a dull and dull sound.

The light in the kerosene lamp suddenly darkened, leaving only half of the original one.

"It's so powerful!!"

A sharp and sharp voice came from the mouse-catching people. He had collected this kerosene lamp at a high price on the black market. Ordinary guns, less than five rounds, could not even be used to defend the first layer. The gun in the hands of the detective in front of him was actually destroyed by one shot!

"Nonsense, if I have ordinary guns in my hand, I can come out to confront you after eating."

He mocked him, but his hands kept moving. He shot again without hesitation, and still hit the barrier. This time when the impact was completely exhausted, the light in the kerosene lamp in the mouse catcher's hand was close to the state of the candle in the wind, and the light and darkness were uncertain.

"You will die miserably, I promise...come back!"
Chapter completed!