I have special killing skills

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Title: [Comprehensive British and American] I have a special skill to kill

Author: Ambien

Copywriting: Fan works derived from British and American dramas, the whole article is directed by Shimizu

As a consulting offender, Moriarty's life expectations were simple

Do something bad in London and make trouble for Sherlock

but

his client is a god

His boyfriend played amnesia with him

His neighbor plays the violin and makes noise every night

Why is it so difficult to destroy properly~

Also known as #我的男友是形异#, #villain的正确养生#, #从受是一个巧巧福#

Subject: [Help] What should I do if my brother is missing again?Emergency help online and so on!

- Sherlock: Blue bells are easier to find than him

-Watson: Don't mention that rabbit any more!

-Tony: Hammer, I knew it was you, why did you let him out again?

- Stephen: Tony, Thor is asking for our help, we should help him find Loki, for the safety of the earth

- Loki: You want you to promise not to lock me in the bathroom in the future

-Natasha: Oh~

- Moriarty: Provide various support online, remember to praise it~

- Moran: ...Jim, let go of my cat

1. Comprehensive British and American, including BBC Sherlock, Avengers, HP, etc.

2. The main CPs are Moran/Moriarty, Thor/Loki, Sherlock/Watson, Mycroft/Lestrade

3. No time travel, no rebirth, no abuse point, the official is already very good, the whole process is cured

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☆、Consult criminals

As the only consulting criminal in the world, Moriarty lived a full and interesting life.

Moriarty lives in an ordinary apartment in London. As a man who owns most of Britain's underground properties, he didn't even buy the place, and people would come to him every month to ask for rent.

He controlled the most sophisticated underground criminal network in London and the most profitable business. Moriarty still didn't spend money to buy himself a house.

He doesn't like living in a fixed residence, which makes him feel imprisoned.

On this day, Moriarty woke up early, got dressed, quickly tidied himself up, and then happily picked up his phone.Ever since he found his fateful counterpart, the only consulting detective in the world, a man named Sherlock Holmes, Moriarty felt that every day was full of beautiful yearning.

Moriarty and Sherlock met much earlier than Sherlock imagined, and the boy who was drowned in the swimming pool by Moriarty obviously became the victim of the first game between them.Although their first confrontation ended with Sherlock's defeat, Moriarty was not complacent about it.

Five-year-old Sherlock has absolutely no capital to be believed, even though he has seen through everything.

Moriarty likes this feeling very much. Yes, he likes the feeling of using his brain to fight. This feeling of his brain running at high speed makes him feel excited. When he thinks of the five-year-old Sherlock with a little curly hair Moriarty was biting his fingernails excitedly when he saw the pitiful blue-green eyes again.

What could be more exciting than having a rival of your own?

The shrewd master criminal has a pair of beautiful hands, with slender fingers, red fingertips, and neatly trimmed nails, which look powerful without losing their beauty.

Moriarty hugged a soft pillow—no one stipulated that criminal masters should be decent when no one was around—clicked on the Twitter icon with his fingertips, and began to browse Dr. Watson's Twitter regularly every day .

Moriarty has always liked the means of communication technology that makes people invisible. He likes to use them to play tricks, or play pranks, and even use them to destroy a person.

However, for now, what Twitter brings to Moriarty is more fun.

[Watson of Baker Street: I told Sherlock a long time ago, and told him not to put Mr. Lagrange's head in the refrigerator casually!That's very rude to M. Lagrange! 】

-Comment:

- There is a Sherlock who is boring: it will break if left outside

-Maggie who loves cookies: I can provide a crystal cover to help him isolate

-Watson of Baker Street: If you really want to help, Mycroft, a new refrigerator is a good choice

-Mike who loves cookies: Good doctor, this will make Sherlock unhappy.I always thought it was his fun to put heads in the freezer and scare you

-Watson of Baker Street: ...=口=

- Mrs. Hudson: Hey, good lads, maybe you should think about how you feel as your landlord

- There was a Sherlock who was boring: Mrs. Hudson, given your "colorful" past, I don't think you need John's crappy consolation

- Watson of Baker Street: Apologies, Sherlock, don't make me say it a second time

- Sherlock is boring: ... I'm sorry

The more Moriarty watched, the more amusing he became, and in fact he did.But immediately, Moriarty was a little unhappy.

Sherlock is obviously not bored now, because there is a silly teddy bear who is willing to toss with him every day.But Moriarty himself was bored, and getting bored.Teddy bears are not easy to find. Sherlock's endurance of three text messages in one minute without picking up a gun and destroying the opponent is really amazing.

Always looking for something to do, Moriarty pursed his lips and threw himself onto the sofa, kicking away the soft pillow that he had just hugged tightly.He looked at himself reflected on the black screen of the phone, and felt that his current expression was a little wronged.

He slowly sat up straight, then picked up his phone and updated a tweet.

【Little Jim: So boring...】

But at this moment, Moriarty received a private letter.In fact, every day he was approached by all sorts of people, other than the goddamned salesmen, just people asking for his help.But unlike Sherlock, what he has to do is never make trouble, and then smile and watch others solve the trouble.

But this time, the question seemed to be a little different.

- God of Mischief: I want to take everything from my brother

-Little Jim: (⊙o⊙) What a strange idea, I guess he must not be your real brother

- God of mischief: none of your business

-Little Jim: What a cold person~

-Little Jim: Why don't you talk?Well, tell me what you need, I'll do my best

-Little Jim: In?

- God of Mischief: I loathe my brother and hate everything he gets.I want to take it all

- little jim : what a sinister thought

- God of Mischief: As I said, it has nothing to do with you

-Little Jim: What will you pay me if I offer you the solution?

- God of mischief: I will give you what you want

Moriarty stared at the line for a few seconds, then curled his lips. It seems that this person is not usually arrogant.Moriarty had a great work ethic as a consulting criminal, though.Although he didn't like the tone of the other party very much, it didn't matter, Moriarty would always find a way to get what he wanted.

-Little Jim: The worst way is to kill him, the middle way is to kill the people he cares about before killing him, the best way is to be everything to him and then betray him

-Little Jim: Of course, we can discuss the specific implementation method =v=

-Little Jim: ?

- God of Mischief: Atrium Man, I will find you again

Moriarty snorted. Of course he knew that this guy would be moved. Even through the computer screen, Moriarty was still a master at guessing people's hearts.Of course, when did Moriarty's idea go wrong?

Betrayal, so tempting, who wouldn't love it?

Happy to update a tweet.

【Little Jim: Another deal, Lucky~】

After clicking send, Moriarty stared at the sent Xiaoju|Huazhuan. Since the network here is not very smooth, Xiaoju|Huazhuan took a long time.Moriarty threw the phone aside in boredom, then stood up and went to the refrigerator to get a sandwich.

The sandwiches are neatly cut, which he likes neatly.

With one bite, the rich cheese flavor emerges.Moriarty was chewing, and then he heard light music playing from his phone.

Everythingwillflow, Moriarty's favorite song.

He walked back to the sofa with a sandwich in his mouth, looked down, then pressed the answer button, and said vaguely: "Parker, you interrupted my breakfast, I hope what you said is not boring, otherwise I will put Your skins make shoes."

'BOSS, the leader of the antiquities smuggling gang has arrived in England and will go to the Welsh Hotel tonight. '

"Little Parker, you are not good. I never go to meet some inexplicable guys." Moriarty ate the sandwich, and when cheese stuck to the corner of his lips, he stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it.

At this time, I heard the person on the phone saying: "The tavern next to the Welsh Hotel has a new kind of wine, blood red." '

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, then leaned on the soft cushion of the sofa: "Very good, little Parker, you saved my life once again."

After hanging up the phone, Moriarty looked at his watch, it was still early.He doesn't like to use a gun, it's very inelegant, but he won't give up this cold weapon, as long as he reaches out, he can touch a loaded pistol.

Moriarty opened the drawer and took out the black pistol inside.This gun looks a little old, but it still glows with a cold light.

"I hope you won't be needed, my partner." Moriarty's pale red lips touched the cold gun lightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

☆、Emerald eyes

It was already dark when we arrived at the Welsh Hotel. As a university professor, Moriarty spent an afternoon bullying those freshmen, and he was obviously in a good mood now.

So much so that when Moriarty saw Parker, he still maintained a fairly kind expression.

Puck is Moriarty's subordinate. As the king of the underground kingdom, Moriarty prefers obedient subordinates, and he can always temporarily tolerate their IQ.Parker was a tall young man with brown hair and green eyes that made him look reserved and attractive to women.But what Moriarty likes about him is not his looks, but his incomparable obedience and amazing explosion art.

Moriarty will give you all you want, just be good.

This sentence is firmly engraved in Parker's head and has never been erased.

Parker is tall, so standing on the street is very conspicuous.He walked over after seeing Moriarty, but before he could speak, Moriarty said, "This is the tavern you're talking about? Go in and tell me." He walked in first, and found a Sit by the window.

He doesn't like looking up at people, but his height is destined to limit his posture and angle of seeing people, so he would rather sit and talk with Parker.

Moriarty grew up loathing everyone taller than himself, so much so that he now loathes the whole world.

"I hope what you recommend isn't so boring." Moriarty said after watching Parker order a glass of wine.

Parker looked at Moriarty and smiled. He is a guy who likes to smile very much, and because of his good looks, his smile is very attractive: "Boss, I don't want to be made into leather shoes by you. This place is really good."

Moriarty blinked, and finally decided to ignore him.This brainless guy can't even hear the threat, why on earth can he make so many strange bombs.After thinking to no avail, Moriarty wisely attributed the reason for this matter to the strange theory of a door and a window.

There were not many people in the tavern, and there was no noise.The wine served by the waiter was as red as Parker said, like blood.Moriarty picked up the wine glass, and his white fingertips touched the bloody red wine through the glass, which made Moriarty a little excited.

While he didn't like the spectacle of blood—it was unseemly—Moriarty was obsessed with all kinds of red, and the color of this glass was really beautiful.

"Boss, what about the circus?" Parker asked excitedly after drinking the wine in his glass.

Moriarty was still staring at the wine glass, and said in a lazy tone, "I've already given her the idea of ​​what to do, and she also signed a promise with me not to reveal anything, which is very good. Of course, if she Sorry, I'll let you play."

Parker nodded with a smile, and Moriarty lowered Parker's IQ by another notch in his mind.

Although this glass of wine looks good, it doesn't have a spicy feeling when combined. It's more like a juice drink.Moriarty felt a little bored, looked out the window, and happened to see the woman walking into the Welsh Hotel.

The woman was about 30 years old, with delicate makeup on her face, and beautiful chestnut curly hair, looking dignified and decent.But the smile on her face at the moment has nothing to do with dignity at all, that kind of flattering feeling makes people feel very disturbed.

The eyes of Moriarty, who was holding the wine glass, lingered on her for a while, Parker also looked over, and then said in surprise, "Isn't that Madame Maxime?"

Moriarty naturally knew who that person was, and the house he lived in belonged to Mrs. Maxime.However, since the death of her husband, this lady has started to pursue the path of handsome men, her vision has become higher and higher, and she has not married herself until now.Of course, talking casually about a woman is very bad behavior, Moriarty skipped over the topic indifferently: "Parker, do one thing for me after you leave."

"Yes, BOSS." When it came to business, Parker also put away the slack on his face and started to get serious.

Moriarty shook the wine glass, watching the liquid swirl inside: "I want to move, help me find a place."

Parker was a little surprised. After all, Moriarty has lived in the current place for three years. Generally, as long as the owner of the house does not become the target of the mission, Moriarty will not move casually.

Moriarty didn't explain, just threw his eyes out the window again.

The internet speed in that house is too slow, sosad~

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Moriarty likes the Internet, where everyone has nowhere to hide.Both the beautiful and the ugly are exposed to the public without any cover.

In addition to his official website, what he continued to pay attention to was Watson's Twitter and Sherlock's "Basic Deduction" website.He can always see clues about the great detective from that website, such as his intelligence, such as his indifference, such as his arrogance.

Moriarty disliked his arrogance, which made Moriarty feel that the detective had a weakness.As his identified opponent, he didn't allow Sherlock the slightest weakness, which made Moriarty feel slighted.

Looking at the newly published article "About 140 Seven Kinds of Tobacco Identification Methods", Moriarty once again confirmed that the man was extremely arrogant.

However, this article is still of great research value, and Moriarty silently preserved it.

Just when the clock reached 10, Moriarty heard a knock on the door.

He stood up, straightened his collar, and went to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a tall young man with black hair combed back neatly and fair skin. His appearance was uniquely elegant and handsome for British men.But the most conspicuous thing is the pair of emerald green eyes, like emeralds, beautiful and breathtaking.

The man was wearing a dark gray coat with a black scarf hanging loosely around his neck.He was so tall that Moriarty had to raise his head to get a good view of his face.

Moriarty said he didn't like people who were taller than him, not at all!

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[Watson of Baker Street: Taxi driver is really a dangerous profession =A=]

-Comment:

- there is a sherlock who is boring: and boring

- Watson of Baker Street: I don't like it when you die, Sherlock, that doesn't make you smart

- there is sherlock is boring: totally ok, i guessed right

- Watson of Baker Street: You should be glad my gun didn't explode in your head

-There is only Sherlock who is boring: so boring

-One Sherlock is boring: really boring

-Watson of Baker Street: If you really have nothing to do, go clean the sofa, you haven't cleaned the house since the first meeting

- Sherlock is boring: NO

-Sister Blackberry wrote a fan: @恋爱小甜饼的红哥, BOSS weekend is vacant

☆、Silver Tongue

This face seemed familiar to Moriarty, but before he could remember it, he saw the corner of the man's lips bent towards him with an elegant smile: "Hello."

Moriarty recognized the face, yes, he was pretty sure he knew the man, but it was odd that Moriarty couldn't figure out who it was.

When facing strangers, the consulting criminal will always subconsciously wear full armor and completely disguise himself as another personality.He laughed, a little shy and shy: "Hello, what's the matter?"

The man with pretty green eyes stared at him for a while, then curled his mouth, and his smile made Moriarty look familiar: "I'm here to collect the rent."

The man had some strange accents when he spoke, it was a kind of aloofness hidden under the calm, with a kind of aristocratic reservedness, even though the man concealed it perfectly.Moriarty was "frozen" on his face, and then said, "Did you make a mistake, the owner of this house is Madam Maxime."

At this moment, a not-so-light footstep sounded.Moriarty tilted her head and saw Mrs. Maxime walking up the stairs. Mrs. Maxime cleaned herself up very well. She was wearing a decent purple dress and didn't hold her favorite floral umbrella. The old wooden stairs creaked, and Mrs. Maxime's high heels collided with the floor making a dull sound.

Moriarty smiled, and he was not stingy with showing kindness to his landlady: "Good morning, Mrs. Maxime."

Madam Maxim walked up to the green-eyed man, looked at Moriarty and said with a smile, "Good morning, dear Jim, I hope I haven't disturbed you."

"Of course not." Moriarty pursed his lips and smiled, looking like a shy young man, "Come in for a cup of tea? I bought delicious cookies yesterday." He was about to turn around and go take.

Mrs. Maxim hurriedly said: "Jim, I will leave London in a few days, and you will probably see me rarely in the future. You just need to rent the room to First, and he will help." As she spoke, her Looking at the man beside him, "Foster, this is Jim, a very good guy, I think it will be easier for you young people to communicate."

The green-eyed man who had been silent all this time opened his mouth, his voice was low and pleasant, but still in that tone: "Of course, I think we will get acquainted soon."

Moriarty seemed surprised by Mrs. Maxim's parting, and hurried to get a small box and put some cookies in it for her. Mrs. Maxim obviously liked this polite and well-behaved tenant. Talk to her before leaving.

Her high-heeled shoes stepped on the stairs, and the stairs creaked again, making everyone's scalp numb.

Moriarty closed the door, put his hand off the doorknob, and then slowly turned his head, looked at the man who was already sitting in the armchair by himself and said, "Let me tell you first, the things I want to help must be interesting, not boring."

The man raised his eyebrows and showed interest on his face, but he didn't speak. Instead, he put his right leg on his left leg freely. The black pointed leather shoes looked very clean.

The somewhat tidy Moriarty subconsciously focused his gaze on the man's shoes, and then looked at the white wool carpet not far away. This carpet is one of his favorite trophies. If the green-eyed guy messed him up even a little bit, Moriarty would have pulled out his gun and punched a hole in his head.

"If you're here to talk to me about business, then I'll give you a cup of black tea. If you're here to collect rent," Moriarty twitched the corners of his mouth when he mentioned the word, but the same face showed Shy and completely different indifferent smile, "I'll give you the money, but you keep your life."

The man raised his chin slightly, and finally there was a dangerous light in his good-looking eyes: "Is this how you treat the landlord's friend?"

"You are not her friend, of course, I have to admit that you are actually very similar in disguise," Moriarty said lazily, "However, if Madame Maxime really has a friend like you, I think He won't leave London lightly. She's a good lady, but that doesn't stop her from liking a good-looking lad."

The faint smile on the man's face gradually faded away, those jewel-like green eyes slowly looked at Moriarty from head to toe, and then he slowly took the scarf off his neck: "A cup Black tea, and cookies."

Moriarty didn't like a man's attitude, but the man's ability to walk away from a handsome man to a morbid Madame Maxime was enough to keep Moriarty interested in him.So Moriarty graciously ignored this man's superiority. As an excellent consulting criminal, he needed good professional ethics.

Anyway, black tea is ready-made, so it's okay to give him a cup.

"You haven't told me your name yet." Moriarty said as he turned to go to the teacup.

Behind him, the man's very rhythmic voice reached his ears: "I allow you to call me by my name for the time being, Loki."

Moriarty blinked, then looked back sharply at him.In fact, Loki's appearance is rare and good-looking. He is not stingy about showing his handsomeness. His body is slightly thinner than ordinary people and his emerald-like eyes make him impressive enough. .

But what Moriarty really remembered was the man's silver tongue.

Rocky's name is well known.His glib tongue reversed the case for one person after another, he was invincible in court, the police hated him, and criminals loved him.What surprised Moriarty was that he clearly remembered the appearance of this person, but he couldn't remember just now.

Thinking of Madame Maxime, Moriarty narrowed his eyes.It seems that my client this time has some cute tricks.

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When Moriarty watched the expressionless Loki put three full spoonfuls of sugar into the black tea cup, he suddenly felt a toothache.

I am afraid that so much sugar can't be melted.

Loki obviously didn't notice Moriarty's strange expression for a moment, he stirred up the black tea, took a sip and raised his eyebrows in satisfaction: "Even though people in the atrium always look weak and humble, they are always unique in terms of enjoyment. "

Moriarty sat on the armchair opposite Loki, automatically ignoring the other person's address in the atrium, he only felt that this was not a very good vocabulary: "I think you may have some abilities that I don't know about, For example, people's memory is confused. This is much smarter than those psychiatrists." As he spoke, he shook his phone, and just now he was texting Mrs. Maxim, and the other party obviously liked this handsome guy with green eyes Not impressed at all.

So, the clever communication technology is sometimes disgusting, but more often, it is always fast and effective.

Loki looked indifferent, apparently noncommittal to Moriarty's implied doubts.

This person's silence made Moriarty give up the idea of ​​continuing to ask. In fact, Moriarty is not a person who pursues the bottom line. He has his own way to know the news, and what he said from people's mouths Never quite true.

"Since you can do this, being a lawyer is a bit boring." Moriarty looked at the subtle expression on Loki's face indiscriminately.

Loki twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a sneer: "I need an identity, since my family expelled me, and my brother has a bunch of nosy..." The voice paused, with a very cracked tone Slowly spit out a word, "friend."

Moriarty wasn't talking about his private thoughts—at least not yet—so he wisely changed the subject: "Tell me what you want to consult."

"I'm going to take everything that belongs to my brother."

This sentence seemed familiar, and Moriarty thought of the guy on the Internet the next moment.He blinked, and then leaned back comfortably. Even though he was wearing some ridiculous home clothes now, Moriarty's expression became dark and interested, two completely different expressions mixed on his face It made him a little weird: "So, among the three methods, which one do you choose?"

Loki put down his teacup, and looked at Moriarty with emerald eyes: "It's not fun to kill him."

Moriarty smiled and narrowed his eyes: "I knew you would choose this way. Believe me, there is nothing more obsessed than betrayal. But, Loki, I want to know what reward you can give me?"

A strange light flashed in Loki's emerald eyes: "Everything you want."

☆, Baker Street's new neighbor

Loki always remembers that after he was brought back to Asgard by Thor with a shackle, his brother saw him chained and sent to prison.What Thor said about going home was to imprison him, and there was no time limit.

Odin locked him in the place where criminals were imprisoned and prevented him from entering and exiting. Even though Loki could trick others into breaking the barrier, he never moved.Because Odin once threatened him that if he escaped privately again, he would be tied to a huge stone pillar and use his face to receive the venom of the giant snake.

This kind of life is really sad. Loki used illusion to shape a Frigga, but when night fell, the prison without a ray of light made him unable to see the mother created by his illusion.Cold and alone, Loki was almost driven mad.

He knew that he might adapt to this kind of life in the future, or be driven crazy by it.

But just before that, Thor came to see him for the first time since he was locked up - even though everyone told him to stay away from him forever.

"This is the result of you bringing me back. I am bound here, and you can continue to enjoy the glory." Luo Ji was there, but his hair was loose, and even though he still straightened his back, he still looked embarrassed. .

Thor's face was calm, but he clenched his hands tightly: "My brother, this is the punishment you deserve."

Loki saw it, but he didn't respond at all: "Don't call me brother, you know I have nothing to do with you, your address makes me feel...disgusted."

Thor seemed to be hurt by this sentence again, he walked to the golden barrier of the prison, lowered his head slightly to look at Loki's green eyes.He saw that there was a layer of water vapor in Loki's eyes, and he also saw that Loki's tightly pressed lips were almost white.

Loki's eyes always look like this when facing Thor, it seems to be a habit, like he is now almost expecting his brother to put warm palms on his neck.

The thought disgusted Loki, and he hated it.

He stretched out his hand, and the excessively white palm looked very unhealthy.

"Loki, you just need to admit your mistake, and I will ask my father to release you." Thor's voice slowly softened under this look, yes, he would never be able to refuse such a Loki.Even though he has been framed countless times, Thor still maintains this person in his heart.

Loki laughed, indifferently and sarcasticly: "I am not wrong, Thor, my brother, sooner or later I will be the king!" Then, he twitched his lips again, "I will kill you, Thor , and your atrium woman, I will bring her body before you."

Thor's fist slammed into the golden barrier mountain, and Loki could feel the whole dungeon shake.But he was not afraid at all, and still stared at Thor with those emerald eyes, until Thor screamed and retracted his fist, until the man turned around angrily.

Loki suddenly spoke again, with a calm voice, as if they hadn't quarreled just now: "I once said that we are brothers connected by flesh and blood. If it is not mead for the two of us, I will never drink it alone."

Thor froze for a moment, and then the anger that had just formed dissipated instantly, but he still strode out without looking back.

However, Loki only showed a smile after Thor's figure completely disappeared, and gently stroked the place where Thor had just smashed with his fingertips. There, it didn't look different at all, but after touching it, he could feel the tiny crack. .

If mead is available, I will not drink it alone.

But we are not brothers, we are enemies, Thor, I just want you to die now.

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Soothing and melodious music jumped out of the phone, breaking the silence in the room.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning came in through the cracks in the dark green window bars, and kissed the cheek of the man lying on the bed without fear.

The man frowned, stretched out his hand to block it, and then opened his eyes, those green eyes looked at the faint light between his fingers, a little unhappy.Because of the Lord God's punishment, he didn't have a good sleep for a long time, so he didn't like anyone to disturb him.

And that dream just now was terrible.

sit up.He picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

'Rocky, Justin has paid the balance. '

Loki turned his head sideways, clamped the phone between his ears and shoulders, then got up and went to the table to pour himself a glass of water: "Yeah."

'The boss was very satisfied with your performance yesterday, but are you still not going to come to the office today?The boss seemed very unhappy. '

Loki pulled a sarcastic grin across his face, those green eyes that always made his face look dangerous when they were narrowed.But Rocky's voice was still calm and calm, just like when he stood in court again and again: "Don't worry about it, Fiona, I can get anyone off the hook, and I won't lose my job."

'I know you're great, I'm just worried about you...'

"I'm very grateful."

The woman on the other side of the phone laughed twice, a little happy, but Loki felt uncomfortable hearing it.He doesn't like the people in the courtyard, especially the women in the courtyard.

Therefore, Loki didn't have the heart to go around with her at all, and hung up the phone directly.

Throwing the phone aside casually, in the past, Loki could easily control the whereabouts of this little iron guy, but now, the phone ran straight to the wall without stopping, and then fell to pieces.

Loki's eyes darkened, staring at his palm.