"Don't do anything. Stand against the wall!" As the guard issued a warning, he pulled out a handcuff from behind.
And the guy who disguised as a waiter saw Zhang Heng entangled and slipped down the stairs on the other side.
Zhang Heng is still calm, turned to ask Holmes in the box, "kill the prime minister's guard will have what consequences."
The latter gasped and said, "it depends, but it's not easy for you to stay in London."
"In that case, it's up to you." Zhang Heng flashed back to the box, then turned out the window in front of Holmes.
When the guard rushed in, there was no Zhang Heng in the box, and only Holmes was left on the ground.
Zhang Heng has LV1 climbing skills. He easily climbs down along the decoration of the theater's exterior wall. When his feet touch the ground, the guy disguised as a waiter also runs out of the theater gate. When he sees Zhang Heng, he immediately runs in the opposite direction.
Zhang Heng was in hot pursuit.
They just ran through half the street. The night in the west end was still very busy. The gas lights on the side of the road were on. Compared with the east end, where there was nothing, it was like another country. There were still many pedestrians and carriages on the road. London in the 19th century had a lot of nightlife.
Restaurants, theaters, saunas, clubs, and many shops are still open even after sunset.
The guy disguised as a waiter spared half a circle and finally plunged into a barber shop.
Zhang Heng then followed in, but he only chased a few steps and stopped alertly, but it was still a little late.
Zhang Heng heard the voice of locking the door behind him.
Then a few barbers in the barber shop, who were still reading newspapers and farting with each other, stood up from their positions and grabbed the razors on the barber table.
Zhang Heng probably counted, plus the apprentice's words, there are almost seven enemies, and the key is that there are still weapons in hand, so it will not be an easy battle, so Zhang Heng also prepared for the bitter battle, he made a wait gesture, took off his dress, moved his wrists and ankles, and hooked his fingers to a fat barber in front of him.
After that, the men in the barber shop swarmed in.
Zhang Heng was not polite, so he turned around and ran behind him. He found the thinnest looking kid, who should be only ten years old and five years old. He dodged a stab from him, then picked up his collar, fell over his shoulder, and smashed him to the two enemies in front of him, and the people behind him also killed him after he had just finished this action.
Zhang Heng directly rolled on the spot to avoid this round of attack. However, before he got up from the ground, a knife came to his back. These guys were very cruel. Without saying a word, the knife swung down. However, Zhang Heng also picked up the knife that the little apprentice had left when he rolled.
After avoiding the first strike, Zhang Hengge blocked the second strike, and at the same time, he hugged the guy who wielded the knife, so that the latter ran into the mirror on one side and temporarily lost his fighting ability. But the price was that the last man scratched his left arm, and the two people who were temporarily blocked on the other side rushed up again.
Zhang Heng had to get up and continue to fight. Taking advantage of this gap, he grabbed another knife from the dressing table, so that he could attack with both hands, and he would not be so busy.
The battle lasted about six minutes, and finally four barbers, one apprentice, fell to the ground, and the remaining two were out of breath. However, Zhang Heng is also a little embarrassed. He has several more holes in his body, but fortunately he doesn't break his face.
Although his physical strength is excellent, after all, he has gone through a battle in the theater before, chased so far and consumed so much. Now he can't take care of the rest two people and lean on the dressing table for breath.
At this tense moment, there was a knock on the door.
People on both sides were surprised. Then Zhang Heng saw Holmes standing outside the door. He was gesturing, as if to ask the people inside to help open the door.
However, the two barbers looked at each other and no one left.
So Holmes shrugged outside the door, so he had to take his own hand, picked up his walking stick and smashed the glass on a door. Then he put his right hand in and groped for the bolt inside.
A barber saw the situation and rushed over with a knife. Holmes didn't draw back his hand, but when he was about to rush in front of him, he suddenly took out his cane with his other hand, put it around his neck, and let the guy's head hit the door directly.
Then Holmes opened the door easily and came in. He put his stick on the ground and asked Zhang Heng and the rest of the people, "sorry, did I disturb you?"
"For one thing, I thought you would be in the carriage to the police station now." Zhang Heng wiped the sweat on his forehead.
"Ha, it's really beautiful that you left me there and ran away by yourself, but fortunately the doorman of the theater knows me, and the deputy chief of the police station in the other box can testify to me." Holmes said, "so here I am. By the way, if you were willing to stay a little longer, you would have heard my warning. The guy disguised as a waiter is Prussian, and the Prussians in London just like to join a group, so it's not accidental that you are ambushed. You should avoid the place with many Prussians when chasing."Then Holmes looked around and saw the crooked Prussian barbers at his feet. He said, "but I have to admit that I was quite surprised by the result. I know you can fight, but I don't know how far you can fight."
With that, he suddenly and quickly waved his walking stick and hit the only barber who could stand. The barber wanted to run away, but his belly was also on the ground.
"You're welcome."
"Is your neck any better?" Zhang Heng asked.
"Not very good. I don't know. When this is over, I'll probably go to the clinic for a check." Referring to his neck, Holmes was in a bad mood. He rubbed the place where he was pinched red. "Is that guy still in it?"
"I don't think so, otherwise I would have chosen eight instead of seven."
Holmes went to the door of the inner room and pushed it open. Sure enough, the window was open.
"Well, we haven't gained anything this time, but we can at least answer your second question."
"Well?"
"Don't you wonder how Mr. m knows the secret behind the Viscount's painting," Holmes said, touching his chin. "After this, I believe more and more that Mr. m is not alone. Since he has people who help him run errands, naturally there will also be people who help him collect information. I'm afraid we have to face not one person, but one person As a criminal gang, they have a clear division of labor. Some of them are responsible for searching for information, some are responsible for stampede, and some are responsible for buying people around the target. Mr. m is the head of the gang. He just needs to do a good job in overall planning and planning. "
Holmes said as he watched Zhang Heng pick up the crumpled dress on the ground, "where are you going?"
"Go back to the theatre and finish the opera." Zhang Heng shook and put his dress on his body again. "Anyway, the ticket was given to me by others. It would be impolite to leave if I didn't watch it half way. Oh, and," Zhang Heng went to the door and stopped, "you're welcome to save your life before."
"I thought you had forgotten that." Said Holmes.
"It's not easy to forget that you're pinched and look like a tomato." Zhang Heng waved, "I'm gone. I'll leave the matter here to you. I didn't do it. They're all skin injuries."
"Well, that female lead singer is really beautiful. I hope you won't be fascinated by her and affect our next action, my dear Oriental friend." Holmes said with a worried face.
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