[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

Mrs. Hudson used the word "thrilling" when describing her life.

Her whole life can indeed be called thrilling. When she was young, she worked as a stripper, married a drug lord, and was either on the run or on the way to escape. Finally, her husband went to prison and ushered in a few days of peace. I fell in love with a troublesome resident, and criminal gangs would break into her house from time to time... She is a person who lives on the sea, and it is normal for her to see waves one after another, but she has nothing to do with it anyway. I expected that when I went home by car, I would encounter gangsters blocking the road.

The car was moving at a normal speed, but suddenly the driver slammed on the brakes and stopped.

Mrs. Hudson's nose hit the back of the chair in front of her: "God, I'm glad I didn't have nose surgery."

She rubbed her red nose, and looked forward, all the cars stopped, slumped there like saboteurs.

"Is it a traffic jam?" asked Mrs. Hudson.

Obviously not, two pickup trucks as high as two-story buildings blocked the intersection, blocking the way forward for all vehicles. This is a one-way street, and the road behind is also cut off by two pickup trucks as high as two-story buildings , All vehicles are like horses locked in cages.

One door of the pickup truck at the front and rear was opened, and there were about [-] mercenaries on it. They were wearing black body armor, helmets, weapons in their hands, and were fully armed. The mercenary at the front of the team had one more trumpet.

"Everyone get out of the car," he chewed gum. His English sounded very Cuban.

After finishing speaking, six mercenaries came down, in groups of two, and forced the people in the car to get down.

"Such a thing happened to me!" Mrs. Hudson got out of the car. Years of life experience made her understand that she must not resist forcefully at this time.

Wensti, who was with her, remained silent all this time, her hands were in her pockets, and her two cherry red lips were tightly pressed together.

The little girl must have been terrified, she is not yet 20 years old, where has she seen such a battle.

Hudson comforted her too much: "It's okay, did you see those luxury sports cars in front? These mercenaries are probably here for their money, and we will have nothing to do with them soon."

Wensty looked at Mrs. Hudson and smiled at her like a lily in the wind. Her voice was very soft: "Mrs. Hudson, they may be here because of me."

Mrs. Hudson was taken aback for a moment, she wanted to say what kind of joke this little girl was, how could a little girl like you work so hard, but Mrs. Hudson had never seen Winsty's expression like that.

She was very calm, without any panic in her eyes. The wind blew her hair back, revealing a smooth and white forehead, like a soldier about to go to the battlefield.

Mrs. Hudson's words caught in her throat.

A muscular woman got out of a taxi behind them. Mrs. Hudson thought her face looked familiar. After thinking about it for a few times, she realized that she was the unskilled cashier.

She walked up to Wensti's side, with a respectful expression: "Hello, Miss Adams, the messenger would like to invite you to have afternoon tea together."

Wensti glanced at her and said calmly, "If I don't go, are you going to kill everyone here?"

"Yes," replied Wensty with an official smile, "if it can get you to the appointment, this little death is worth it."

"God, the police must be on their way here. It's too arrogant of you to block the way so openly." Mrs. Hudson held Wensty's hand. Wensty's hand was cold, and she seemed to be touching her. There was a block of ice.

"No matter how fast the police are, it will take a certain amount of time. Among the group of people, we will choose the people closest to you to fight," the woman looked at Mrs. Hudson. "And ma'am, we don't believe in God, we have our own god."

A gun was brought to the back of Mrs. Hudson's head.

"We know you are different from others, Miss Adams, you can restrain one person, can you restrain all the people with guns here? It only takes a few seconds for a bullet to come out, see if your special ability is faster or the bullet is faster ?” The woman had a smile on her lips, but there was no smile in her eyes.

Wensti closed her eyes, leaving her little time to think. When she opened her eyes again, she made a request: "I need to make a phone call."

The woman readily agreed: "We will meet your request."

Wensti took out her mobile phone and quickly dialed a number. After she said a few words, she hung up the phone.

"Your call is over, can you come with me?"

Mrs. Hudson held Wensty's hand tightly, and Wensty smiled at her, then withdrew his hand from hers, and followed the woman.

The winter wind blew her clothes, and she rushed to the rough sea like a fish.

The four pick-up trucks drove away, and the total time before and after did not exceed 8 minutes. Everyone who was trapped felt like kicking over a stone on the side of the road. Although their feet felt pain, it didn't take long for this incident to become a banquet in the future. A talk on the Internet.

Mrs. Hudson was the only one left in the taxi, and not long ago there was a little girl next to her holding a bag of ingredients to make a cake for her boyfriend.

By the way, boyfriend... Mrs. Hudson hurriedly called Sherlock, and she wanted to tell Sherlock that Winston was taken away by a group of inexplicable people.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The phone was never connected, and Mrs. Hudson was very anxious. She had called the police, and the police said they were intervening.

"Driver, can you drive faster?" Mrs. Hudson urged the driver. The driver, who had just experienced a shock, could understand her mood. He stepped on the accelerator and the car went straight to Baker Street. A traffic policeman followed them all the time.

When we arrived at Baker Street, when the traffic police came over to propose punishment measures, a woman in a suit and skirt came out of the corridor. She spoke to the traffic police, and the traffic police immediately took off their hats.

The taxi driver did not receive a ticket, and when the car left, he received an extra tip.

"I am the new secretary to Mr. Mycroft Holmes. Before you go up, I have something to convey to you."

Mrs. Hudson didn't have the time to take care of Mycroft. Her whole heart was hanging on Winsty now. She ran upstairs, but was stopped by the secretary.

The secretary said: "Sir Holmes hopes that you will not relay any news about Miss Adams. She has just gone to get a birthday present for the officer's brother."

"What did you say?" Mrs. Hudson stopped.

"Miss Adams was just going to get a birthday present for the Chief's brother, which she surprised him with."

"But she was kidnapped? Sherlock, as her boyfriend, has the right to know the truth."

"That is what Mr. Holmes means," the secretary told her, "and what Miss Adams means."

Mrs. Hudson asked the exact same question, with disbelief on her face: "What did you say?"

Winsty made the last phone call to Mycroft, and her words were very brief: "Your subordinates should report the specific situation to you immediately, and I won't go into details. Promise me one thing, don't let Sherlock know My real experience, I can send the letter to him when necessary.”

When she said this, Mycroft immediately understood the seriousness of the situation, and before his subordinates took the initiative to report, he took the initiative to ask about the situation of the blocked road section through positioning.

In fact, if Mycroft hadn't taken the initiative to ask, this kidnapping case that didn't cause any bad effects would not have been reported to his level.

Mycroft took a deep breath, and then made a quick response strategy. He blocked Sherlock's mobile phone communication, asked his subordinates to immediately block relevant news reports, and then sent a team of elite troops to follow the direction Winsty left... Finally , he appeared in Baker Street with his usual nonchalant smile, and when he got out of the car, he was thinking that if he was lucky, Winsty would come back to have dinner with them in the evening.

Yes, government officials who never believed in luck have begun to gamble on luck.

Mrs. Hudson was finally convinced. She stood at the door with her shopping bag in her hand. She didn't knock on the door for a long time, and finally the secretary knocked on the door.

It was Sherlock who opened the door.

"Today's road looks particularly congested," Sherlock looked back past Mrs. Hudson, "Can't you assign a few more traffic police?"

Of course he couldn't find Winsty.

Mrs. Hudson greeted Sherlock's questioning gaze, and he asked, "What about her?"

Mycroft stood with his back to her holding a black umbrella, and his figure was stretched out.

"she……"

"You are hesitating, there must be something hiding from me."

Mrs. Hudson really hated Sherlock who could see through everything at this time.

"She went to get you a birthday present, God, she told me not to tell you," said Mrs. Hudson, stuffing the shopping bag into Sherlock's arms, and walked into the room pretending to be very annoyed Li, "Sherlock, sometimes you don't want to get to the bottom of it so that you will be pleasantly surprised."

Mrs. Hudson walked past Mycroft, and there was a faint smile on Mycroft's lips, looking a little helpless.

"Birthday present, surprise?"

Sherlock understood what Mrs. Hudson was talking about.

"Oh, it seems that Winsty's heart is about to fail, because there is a person in this room who hates surprises the most in his life." Mycroft turned around.

Mrs. Hudson suppressed the guilt in her heart: "Really?"

"Yeah, Mycroft hates surprises the most." Sherlock refused to admit that it was actually himself who hated surprises. He held the shopping bag and saw three packs of potato chips inside. "Is this what you want to eat? Potato chips." The calories in a tablet are not going to help you lose weight."

"Winsti bought it. Don't you like potato chips recently?"

Sherlock took out the potato chips, looked at them for a while, put them in again, and said, "Yeah..."

There is a sea of ​​blue in his eyes.

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