A Little Thing in the Marvel Universe

No matter what happens, even if Hitler is resurrected and leads troops across the English Channel to attack the British mainland, the US President's visit will not be affected in any way, and British gentlemen and ladies must start drinking tea on time at four o'clock in the afternoon.

When the president and his family were invited by the Queen to have afternoon tea at Buckingham Palace, Peter and Belle, who had always been nervous, were finally able to take a break from their busy schedule.This is Buckingham Palace. Even if the God of Crime Moriarty reincarnates, he cannot carry out terrorist attacks here. After all, this is the residence of the most respected old lady in the world.

They were lying by the window, looking at the protesting crowd holding placards outside, wondering what they were excited about, as no one took them seriously.

"Looking at the weather today, if you sell sunscreen outside, you will definitely make a lot of money." Belle said.

Peter also rarely wore sunglasses. The dazzling sunlight was a huge burden on his super-sensitive vision.

"How much can a big profit be? Have I told you that Mr. Stark sent a bill, which is the memory reading ability shielding necklace Stark version 2.0?"

"I've said it probably forty or fifty times, but I'm not very impressed yet." Belle said, looking down at the diamond pendant on her chest, "It is said that Mr. Stark hired a Danish designer to make this thing. Tucker Group seems to be planning to fully enter the jewelry industry.”

"However, currently their biggest customer is me, Peter Parker, a person who will never be able to pay off his bills. With such a wonderful market prospect, the stock price of Stark Jewelry Group had to rise to the limit on the first day it went public."

The two of them could chat here and there, but since Air Force One landed at Heathrow, Clint Barton has been on a new mission.He has been staying at MI[-] for the past few days, investigating nine consecutive murders that occurred within a month with the assistance of British criminal investigation experts.Yes, just after Patton explained the situation to the two young men last time, two more murders occurred.

"The time interval between each murder is exactly two days. According to time calculation, if the murderer plans to continue committing crimes, it will be tomorrow night." A British official said worriedly.

His colleague made a suggestion that seemed very reasonable, "Due to the recent visit of the President of the United States and the previous terrorist attacks, these murders have been deliberately concealed by the police. But this is definitely not the answer. We should remind the relevant people as soon as possible Personnel should pay attention to safety and collect clues from the whole society. Just relying on us to find them like this is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack."

"Who are the relevant persons?" Another person couldn't sit still. "Those who were killed were all prostitutes. If you use the media to tell these people to pay attention to their safety, can they stay at home honestly?"

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, please calm down," Barton interrupted the noisy group of people. "The person we are looking for is actually very obvious. His targets are all prostitutes. He is obviously imitating the deceased Jack the Ripper. They are all Americans, and they are all dressed up as the First Lady of the United States, which shows that he is either trying to divert the attention of investigators, or simply hates the United States. His murder method is extremely skillful, and his movements are clean and neat. He left no traces, which shows his high degree of professionalism. There are only a few such people in the world. And we," Barton said here, looking around the room with great momentum, "must find it. He. The current level of technology is completely unimaginable in the Ripper's era, and I believe that your abilities are far superior to Scotland Yard back then. The victims are all American citizens, and SHIELD and the US Secret Service are also willing to do their best Please help and please do your best.”

The matter is likely to involve a threat to the First Lady of the United States, and people from MI[-] naturally do not dare to neglect it.The legendary agent Clint Barton is also personally involved. He also has many admirers in the UK. With this reputation and prestige, Barton's words can still have a little morale-boosting effect.

He also knew in his heart that the efficiency and duplicity of the British were really frustrating.They can say "nice to meet you" with a smile while yelling p in their hearts.So he still pinned his hopes on his own plan.

But when he told Belle and Peter his idea, what he thought was a very clever plan was unanimously opposed by the two.

"Uncle, why don't you retire first." Peter said sincerely.

"I'm eighteen and haven't even reached my first anniversary yet. Is it really okay to just give me such an exciting role?" Belle tried her best to suppress the urge to curse and expressed her dissatisfaction very politely.

Patton's "genius plan" is actually a fishing expedition.After all, there are not so many young and beautiful blond American women in the UK to engage in this industry, so the targets the murderer can find are very limited.At this time, if you take the initiative and release the bait, and it is a top-quality bait, you will not be afraid that the murderer will not bite the hook.

Faced with the two people's doubts, Barton seemed very disapproving.

"If Natasha didn't have other tasks to take off, how could it be your turn? Besides, with your ability, is there any danger in this job?"

"Is this a question of danger or not?" Belle said bitterly, feeling sincerely that it was completely pointless to talk to a top agent about the weaknesses of human emotions.Patton was familiar with all the weaknesses of human nature and was good at exploiting them, while at the same time having almost none of them himself.

Sure enough, Barton didn't hesitate at all, but became more determined, "I think danger is not a problem. If this can save an innocent person's life, then it is worth trying, not to mention that it is nothing to you. ."

"With great ability comes great responsibility?" Peter muttered next to him and completed an excellent assist.

The technicians quickly completed the relevant work, and a stunning beauty named Sapphire appeared on the list of the most famous nightclub in London. From all aspects, she had been working here for at least three years.

……

The next day, in addition to following the First Lady during the day and visiting places such as schools and orphanages in London, Belle had an additional night shift job.

Peter and Barton sat in the control room and looked at the monitor. Barton was attentive and Peter was restless.

"Young man, focus."

Peter said nothing, pursed his lips, raised his arms, and kept shaking his right leg.

"Relax," Barton handed Peter a cup of coffee and teased him, "Are you really afraid that she will run away with the rich man?"

But even though Barton said this, there was no hint of impropriety on his face.Like an eagle waiting for prey, he carefully observed everyone visible on the monitor.Although tonight is not the murderer's usual day to commit crimes, who can guarantee that he will not suddenly change his plans or come in advance to find prey.

Compared with the two people in the monitoring room, Belle was not very nervous, but she was very tormented.

She sat at the bar and ordered a drink. While waiting for her prey to take the bait, she was cursing Clint Barton's bad idea in her mind. At the same time, she was thinking that her brain must have been squeezed by the door before she came to do the damn Avengers.

After taking off the necklace, Belle regained the ability to read memories. With a simple communication, she can know whether the other person is the target person.Starting from ten o'clock, many people came to strike up a conversation, but those people were not the people they were looking for, so she sent them away.

"The rich have a shady side, right? In a short time, I have seen several broken families wrapped in mansions."

"Don't talk casually, or you will be discovered." Barton said sternly.

Until two o'clock in the morning, everyone had basically dispersed, and Belle didn't notice anything. Barton and Peter also found nothing, and the three of them had to call it a day.

On the third day, it lasted until eleven o'clock.

Jack spots Belle sitting next to the stage drinking alone.He sat down next to Belle and ordered another glass of the same wine for Belle.

"Have we met before?" he said.

It wasn't the first time she heard this sentence, so it didn't mean much to her. However, when she glanced at Jack, she realized that she had really seen this person before, but she just couldn't remember it at the moment.

"Don't be so nervous, I won't eat you." Jack smiled very friendly, "I just saw that you don't seem to like this place very much, so I'm a little curious."

Belle needs to play her role seriously. She said: "Of course I don't like it here. Should I love this job?"

"It seems I asked a stupid question?" Jack said, "I really like my job, searching for clues, solving strange mysteries, comforting the living, comforting the dead, pursuing excitement and adventure, and thinking about survival and death. "

"Sounds interesting," Belle said.

Jack looked at Belle's face. Somehow, he actually found this face more charming and tempting than Amora.

"I've seen the place where you work. What about you? Do you want to go with me to see where I work?"

……

London nights in August are already chilly.Jack very considerately took off his trench coat and put it on Belle.The two people left the nightclub and hailed a taxi.

"221 Baker Street, b." Jack said to the driver.

The driver glanced at the two people through the rearview mirror and wondered what young people were thinking these days. It was late at night and the Sherlock Holmes Museum was closed.

However, he still sent the two people to their destination and then drove away quickly.He felt that Baker Street was inexplicably cold, and from time to time he would feel someone touching him, which felt particularly bad, like being chased by White Walkers and falling into an icy lake outside the Great Wall.

Jack really opened the door of No. 221b, took Belle along the narrow wooden stairs to the second floor, and walked into the not very spacious living room.

There was no light in the room, only a candle, placed on a coffee table far away from the door, emitting a dim light.There was a woman sitting in the armchair next to the coffee table, playing with a deerstalker hat with great interest.This hat is usually placed on the coffee table for tourists to take photos.

"I'm curious," Amora said when she saw Belle coming in: "Who is better, Jack the Ripper or Detective Sherlock Holmes? This may never be answered. However, my other question will be answered soon. , how long can you survive in my hands?"

She glanced at Jack, who hesitated, much to her displeasure.Jack felt the emotion, and trembling with a combination of fear and desire, he fell to his knees, crawled to Amora on his hands and knees, and kissed her shoes wildly.

This weird scene lasted for about a minute before Jack stopped, stood up again, rushed towards Belle with a speed that was impossible for humans, and hugged her.

He held her so tightly that their faces were almost touching.The extreme distance prevented his eyes from focusing, and he could only vaguely see Belle's face and eyes.

This became the most regretful moment in his life.

The next second, Amora used the long sword in her hand to pierce Jack's right chest and the heart of Belle, who he was holding tightly.

Belle is not bait at all, but the fish Amora has planned to kill.