I have special killing skills

He couldn't get what he wanted, and even if Mycroft had walled off those so-called systems, there would still be security holes.

His younger brother, Sherlock Holmes, is the only security hole in the British government.

Sherlock always likes to do strange things with Dr. Watson's computer, and hacking into Dr. Watson's computer is much easier than hacking into the database.Moriarty had enough evidence to know that Moran had been belonging to an organization under M16 since he returned from the battlefield, and he never left there, and he never escaped from Mycroft's control.

His Moran was always damn loyal.

Eric wouldn't lie to him, and that was what Moriarty liked best about this horrible man, even if he was cruel and cold-blooded, he disdained and lied.Moran is a hunter, but Moran has been staring at only one person from beginning to end.

Sherlock, the only consulting detective in the world, Moran's only mission target.

Is it...

There was a sudden pain in the thumb, and Moriarty stared coldly at the fingertip that he had bitten again, and a very strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"What's wrong?" Eric frowned.

Moriarty frowned, slowly sucking the blood off his fingers.The man had a lovely, pretty face, but he always let his nervousness spoil that beauty, but at this moment, it was clear that Moriarty had something very funny on his mind, the expression on his face when he was planning a prank Lovely, this deja vu expression made Loki raise his eyebrows, and the evil god felt a sense of sympathy for each other.

The black-haired man didn't notice the rare kindness in Loki's eyes. He rubbed his finger, wiped it clean with a handkerchief, and then threw the handkerchief aside. He tilted his head, with a calm and light expression on his pretty face, It's just that the deep calculation hidden in those brown-black eyes made people feel terrified.

Mycroft, the man who can represent the British government, his only weakness is now in the hands of little Jim, and things are getting interesting.

Stepping forward slowly, Moriarty moved closer to Eric.Eric is a tall German man. He leaned his head and looked at Moriarty, who was close at hand. He only saw this British man gently tiptoeing, as happy as a child who was telling a little secret. His lips could even touch Eric's chin, but Moriarty kept a friendly distance like a scruple, and muttered softly: "Dear Eric, I think I know a secret, and It's a fun secret, and you're sure to like it."

"Tell me." Eric remained expressionless as usual, but he was playing with a coin in his hand. Obviously, if there was any change in Moriarty, Eric would use the coin without hesitation. that went through poor little Jim's head.

Moriarty chuckled and narrowed his eyes: "You will definitely like it, my great Magneto, but I don't know what you will exchange for it?"

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Slowly closing the door, Mycroft looked at Anthea who had been waiting at the door for a long time, with a cold expression.It's just that he closed the door very lightly, and his eyes were very cautious, so careful to treat a treasure.

"BOSS." Anthea stepped forward gently, trying not to wake up the good detective in the room with her voice, "We have lost track of Moriarty, and Mr. Holmes obviously doesn't want us to disturb him. Now in Barts Hospital."

Mycroft knew very well who Anthea was referring to as Mr. Holmes, and Miss Helper would only use this title to address his younger brother.Mycroft got behind the desk without saying a word, a rare look of anxiety appeared on the man's face.

He was seven years older than Sherlock, and for the first time in his life, Mycroft understood what guardianship was since that little red ball came to the world.

His family is his bottom line, which cannot be violated, and if he violates it, he will die.

Mycroft exhaled lightly, and looked at the snack tower aside: "Molan has given me a problem, I have to say, he found a troublesome little lover."

Anthea curled her lips. Back then, she spent most of the night buying rose shower gel for Moriarty... Oh, she must have eaten something bad.

Pretty macarons didn't whet Mycroft's appetite either, and the cookies were there waving at him, only to find that the men who used to flock to them were ignoring them.Mycroft looked at Anthea and asked, "I want to know where Moran is going."

"He is following your orders, and is on the trail of Mr. Holmes."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows slightly, which made people feel abnormal: "You mean, he has been following Sherlock?"

"No, the tracking line is that he's been in Baker Street."

Mycroft frowned tightly, with a bad feeling.He stood up, reached out to pick up the phone, and dialed a number, but there was no answer on the other side.

"BOSS?" Anthea's voice was a little surprised.

Mycroft exhaled softly, suddenly remembering Moriarty's determined look, which made him uncomfortable.He propped his chin on the chair for a while, then stood up and took out a document from the cabinet behind him.

Even with the flexible use of modern technology, Mycroft still did not give them full trust.He likes paper and pen, these things are so loyal compared to computers.The Sherlock Holmes brothers seem to have the habit of building people into files. The difference is that Sherlock likes to build up suspect files, while Mycroft builds up threats.

Threats to the authority of the empire, threats to great interests, threats to Sherlock.

He didn't know where Moran's memories had gone, but Mycroft liked Moran's loyalty, his rigor, and the man's wholehearted trust when he looked at him, which was very reassuring.Even though Moran had some fluffy little past - a past that might threaten the authority of the Empire - Mycroft was still willing to use him.

This is a threat, but also a trick, it depends on how the user uses it, and Mycroft has always been good at using these.

Mycroft looked at the document, and he knew very well that what was in it was enough to destroy Moran, but in the end, he put it back.

"I hope your loyalty remains as usual, Captain Moran." Mycroft narrowed his eyes, haughty and indifferent, his expression at the moment was so similar to that of his younger brother.

All, for the greatest good.

☆、47.Little Jim's Blessing

When Sherlock walked up to the roof of the Barts Hospital, he already had a premonition that this time would be bad or bad.

Watson had already been tricked by him back to 221B—it was just a little lie—and the big detective stepped into his arena alone.He opened the iron door on the top floor, and saw Moriarty sitting there with his mobile phone, loud music came out from the mobile phone, Sherlock didn't know the name of the song, he was not familiar with this kind of common sense issue. Always very scarce.

Moriarty raised his head, looked at the big detective, curled the corners of his lips, and the pink lips curled up with joy.He turned off the player in the phone and put it in his pocket. The dark-haired man stood up and approached Sherlock: "It's a pleasure to see you, Mr. Detective, I hope you are doing well in the past few days."

Sherlock has a gun in his pocket, yes, he has this.Sometimes it doesn't make sense to talk to a madman, and violence is unavoidable.

He took two steps back, dodging Moriarty's hand that was poking his face, and heard Moriarty muttering in displeasure, "Stinger."

Sherlock lowered his head slightly and looked at him. There was no emotion in his amber blue-green eyes: "You can't escape, Moriarty. There will be flaws in everything. You are far from perfect."

"Of course, it can't be reached." Moriarty shrugged his shoulders, and his eyes unconsciously looked at the blue sky that seemed to be within reach.

It's a rare good weather in London, which is always foggy and rainy, and the sunshine is beautiful and boring.

The black-haired little Jim seemed to be dancing around Sherlock, looked at the detective's long legs jealously, and raised his eyes with an obvious smile: "You know, Mr. Detective, I originally That's not the plan. I want to tell you a code. Of course, it doesn't exist. No one will believe that a binary code of less than twenty bytes will be the key to unlock all doors in London. But, detective, You will believe it, because of your little brain," Moriarty pointed to his temple with a gesture, and made a sharp sound from his mouth, "always think about complicated problems."

"What made you change your mind?" Sherlock's eyes followed him all the time, and his fingertips never took off the safety catch of the pistol in his pocket.

Moriarty pursed his lips and smiled, he tilted his head, as if he didn't care about Sherlock's actions at all, his neatly combed hair was a little messed up by him: "Because I met a very funny person, He let me know that feelings will become the deadliest poison in the human body. I can rely on it to control you and dance in the dark with me, my great detective, your deadliest weakness is in the hands of little Jim, as long as If I want, I can destroy him."

Sherlock's mouth was pursed into a straight line. The only consulting detective in the world may have expected little Jim's tricks, but when he really heard it, his ears still felt buzzing.

Moriarty's voice didn't stop, he was as wonderful as a devil, but every word was like a sharp arrow that made people unable to retreat: "I don't need to use those strange methods to force you, Sherlock, as long as That good doctor is here, you will play games with me, isn’t it fun? Oh, I still remember, when he saw you by the swimming pool, his face was flushed, so attractive... ..."

Reason told him that negotiation is the best solution now.But everyone has the right to be willful, the current Sherlock can't suppress the surging emotions at all, they are clamoring to destroy the smirking man in front of them, every cell is clamoring to tear this guy who will hurt the good doctor.

So before Sherlock could react, his body had already acted in advance.Taking a step forward, his powerful palm firmly grabbed Moriarty's collar and pressed it back. Moriarty didn't resist at all, and he had no doubt that he would fall from here and become a mess when the big detective let go. into the past tense.However, his eyes flashed with excitement.

There is the worship of death, and the pursuit of excitement, but more because Moriarty saw Sherlock's eyes at the moment.

The golden color is not just because of the reflection of the sun, but pure golden color, the emotions inside it fluctuate like waves, so beautiful, so beautiful that little Jim wants to dig it out and treasure it.

People who are used to being poor always have some strange collecting habits.

Moriarty reached out to touch obsessively, but was stopped by the increasingly severe suffocation on his neck.

"Tell me, Moriarty, your purpose." Sherlock narrowed his eyes, staring at Moriarty.

Moriarty curled his lips, and the hand on his neck made his voice no longer beautiful and hoarse. Little Jim said slowly, "Tell me..." Tell me, your mutant ability.But before he could finish his sentence, Moriarty saw the reflection from a nearby building.

Perhaps the angle just now made it a blind spot, but now that Moriarty is being held hostage, his waist bends back into a strange arc, allowing him to see that angle and see the people there.

Black clothes, black gloves, black guns.

But Moriarty would not have mistaken that short blond hair like the sun.

That was Moran, his Moran, Sebastian Moran who was still loyally guarding Sherlock.

Moriarty narrowed his eyes, suddenly changing his mind.The agreement with Magneto can be torn up at any time. What happens to Mycroft has nothing to do with him. Those unlucky caterpillars who come to solve their own problems can also be completely ignored. Loki... Ha, he can take care of himself of.

The thing Moriarty is most interested in now has changed, so Moriarty swallowed what he wanted to say, curled the corners of his lips, with a bit of excitement and the coldness hidden in his eyes, and said softly: "Tell Me, dear Sherlock, would you trade your life for Dr. Watson's?"

"What?" Sherlock frowned.

Moriarty looked at the edge not far away, and laughed nervously: "Jump from here, otherwise, your Dr. Watson will die, completely."

The golden light in Sherlock's eyes dissipated in an instant, and he pulled Moriarty up abruptly, staring blankly.Moriarty smiled lightly, and for the first time, unscrupulous viciousness appeared in those brown-black eyes.

"That's it, Sherlock, that's it." Moriarty's laughter was a little hoarse because of the bondage just now, but it made people feel even more hairy, "I used to think you were different, smart, cold, But it turns out that you are just an ordinary person."

Sherlock didn't say a word, maybe he was thinking about how to get out of his head, or thinking about the man with golden brown hair.

Moriarty raised his head slightly, his eyes filled with unscrupulous contempt.That kind of contempt is so obvious, like looking at an ant: "From the day Dr. Watson walked into your eyes, Sherlock, you rolled off the altar. Now you are the most ordinary human being, not worthy of attention at all. "

Sherlock stared at him, and suddenly, the corners of his lips curled up: "You are deceiving me, Moriarty, a very poor deception."

Moriarty was taken aback, obviously Sherlock's reaction was not in his plan.

"No one will die, I don't have to jump, John will be fine, because, I, have, you." Sherlock's last words are very rhythmic, singing like a jump, "As long as you are in my hands , I'm sure I'm safe, isn't it, little Jim, it's a simple matter."

Moriarty looked at him, eyebrows lowered.

Yes, this is a very simple thing.He has mastered Sherlock's weakness, but Sherlock has grasped the simplest truth in it.As long as Moriarty is in his hands, no one will be harmed, but there is one major premise to all this.

"No, you won't." Moriarty muttered, feeling aggrieved.

Sherlock took a few steps slowly, approached Moriarty, lowered his head slightly, and it was a very ambiguous distance: "The angel of justice is always on my side, but, Moriarty, don't get confused, I'll never be in the same category as them."

Dark as ink.

Moriarty curled his lips, and he leaned closer to Sherlock's face, carefully observing the man's eyes.It looks like glass, reflecting different brilliance in the sun, so beautiful.

"I still succeeded, Sherlock," Moriarty reached out and stroked Sherlock's cheek, as if stroking a work of art, "I still pulled you into the darkness, fell into the abyss, and broke your neck." Wings blacken your feathers, dear Sherlock, we're still the same after all."

John Watson dragged you down from the altar, stained with human breath, you will never be spiritual again, and now you give your heart to Satan for him.

Love, how mysterious, can even make people lose faith.

"I can even see, Sherlock, your feathers are disappearing." Moriarty narrowed his eyes, his expression a little dreamy, "That's so beautiful."

Horror flashed in Sherlock's eyes, and he wanted to leave Moriarty, but he found that his hand was tightly held by Moriarty, unable to break free.

Moriarty seemed to be looking at Sherlock, but only he knew that he was looking at the man upstairs behind Sherlock.His Moran, those blue eyes are still so beautiful, Moriarty tilted his head, smiling simple and harmless.

"Bless you, Sherlock."

Bless you, my Sebastian, and hope you will miss me.

Pulling out the pistol in his pocket abruptly, and sticking the muzzle into his mouth, Moriarty fired without hesitation.

Sherlock subconsciously let go of his hand and stepped back, and what happened next made him lose his basic sanity for the first time.

There was a loud bang, and blood spread.

The little Jim who was always smiling was lying on the ground, with a faint smile, but his eyes were still staring at the golden color. The face of the blond man was reflected in his dull eyes, as if he only wanted to see clearly the man's blue eyes. A tear rolled down.

After that, Moriarty's eyes were completely silent.

☆、48·Baz's Rooftop

The reason why Loki is called the evil god is that the former is because of his endless bad ideas, and the latter is because he still retains the ability that a god should have.

Compared to humans, he is stronger, smarter, and more reckless.

But obviously, Loki didn't feel that he had to squat in a dark corner to eavesdrop on the two ants-like atrium people arguing with each other.Yes, even though Moriarty and Sherlock on the roof of Barts Hospital were not speaking loudly, Rocky would still attribute their conversation to a quarrel.

Because their beliefs are so different.

Loki sat bored on the slate, he could perfectly cover up his figure, so that he could escape everyone's eyes, and Loki, who had chosen the best viewing angle, threw the iron ball in his hand back and forth.It was given to him by the man named Eric, who was obviously very interested in the fact that his magnetic field had no effect on Loki.

The long and protracted debate actually didn't get into Loki's head at all. Loki spent more time on observing Moran who was ambushing on the tall building not far away.He has sharper vision and hearing than Moriarty, so he can see what Moriarty can't.

The blond man's blue eyes were fixed on Moriarty, and his gun was pointed at Sherlock who was pulling Moriarty's collar.

This made Loki slightly raise his brows, and a trace of confusion flashed in his jewel-like green eyes, followed by understanding and sarcasm.

Another betrayal is obvious, and the reason for the betrayal is so ridiculous.

Whether it is to deceive him or abandon yourself, all you have to do is to approach him, entangle him, blindfold his eyes with lust, paralyze his heart with love, dear Loki, you will do well.

This is what Moriarty once said to him, little Jim didn't know it, and this sentence was firmly engraved in Loki's head.He may have doubted it before, but now, seeing all this, Loki still has no doubts.

Just after Moriarty committed suicide without hesitation, Moriarty blew a whistle, then nimbly jumped to Moriarty's side, tilting his head to look at him.Human eyes can't see through the disguise of God, so Sherlock didn't see Loki when he gritted his teeth and looked back and forth, and Moran didn't see Loki when he flipped the safety catch with slightly trembling fingertips.

However, in the original Moriarty, who was already dead and incomparably thorough, those dull eyes gradually gained focus, and what was reflected in it was a green-eyed man who was staring at him carefully.

I'm having a hard time getting the bullet out.Moriarty was unable to speak and could only communicate his discomfort with his eyes.

"Let's say it first, don't move around, otherwise I won't be able to save you if the blood bleeds." Loki shrugged his shoulders, muttered "weak and weak ants" in his heart, stretched out his finger and hooked it slightly. Get out the bullet—this plastic thing is really hard—and a swipe of your palm stops the bleeding wound.

Loki could create the illusion that Moriarty was dead, but the blood had to be donated. Little Jim did not hesitate to hurt his own neck. Obviously, he was in pain, and the most annoying thing was that he couldn't scream out of the pain.

Poor little Jim.Moriarty, who could only move his eyes, looked at Loki depressedly.

Loki sat next to Moriarty, carefully avoiding the bloodstains, then hugged his knees and looked at the big detective who was pacing back and forth not far away: "What do you think will happen to him?" Without waiting for Moriarty to answer, Loki said slowly, "Of course, he will seek his brother's help. That guy who is also surnamed Holmes messed up a lot of my cases."

Moriarty rolled his eyes in agreement.

"But I think his wishful thinking is about to come to nothing." Loki curled his mouth, feeling a sense of joy that watching the excitement is not a big deal.He stretched out his finger and pointed to the tall building not far away, where Moran was still lying motionless by the window, but the rifle in his hand was already flashing red, "Your cohabitant is obviously concerned about your 'death' Very dissatisfied, look, how scary he looks when he gets angry."

Sherlock had already reached the edge of the roof, he was looking down, and there was no chance to take out the phone in his pocket.

Moriarty turned his eyes to look at Moran, and sure enough, he saw a red light flashing.

He was dead - at least it seemed so - Moran couldn't see Loki at all, so the only target was Sherlock who had stopped.

Although he couldn't laugh, it didn't stop Moriarty from suddenly feeling better.As he lay there, he could smell the sweet smell of his own blood, his back ached from the cold floor, but Moriarty was clearly feeling incredibly at ease.

My dear Sebastian, you seem to have made a terrible decision.

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Sherlock obviously saw Moran, in fact, it was easy to find out when Moran stopped deliberately hiding himself.

He was an accident, the only accident of the thirty-six plans in Sherlock's head.

The only consulting detective in the world stood on the edge of the roof and looked down. Death awaited him on the unprepared streets.He was holding the mobile phone, and he could get through to Mycroft by pressing the call button, but he couldn't move his fingertips.

No one understands his brother's thoughts better than Sherlock. When Sherlock was bewitched by drugs, Mycroft almost turned the whole of London down just to find him, even at the expense of using the best team , which almost caused international panic.That was a man who would sacrifice everything to protect him. Once Mycroft knew about this, Watson would be the first to be sacrificed by that man.

Tell me, dear Sherlock, would you trade your life for Dr. Watson's?

Sherlock looked back at Moriarty who was still lying motionless in a pool of blood, and slightly closed his eyes.I may have won him, but in the end I still have to face this choice.

Well done, Moriarty.

With a sigh in his heart, Sherlock turned his head and faced the blue sky again.He raised his head, looked at the blue sky within reach, and made a decision, it was so natural.

Moriarty was right, he had mastered his own weakness, perhaps only at this time Sherlock could feel how important his good doctor was.

"Mycroft, you always said that love is the enemy of reason. Well, I admit now that you are right, damn it, you are always right." Sherlock's deep voice echoed on the rooftop, perhaps saying to Moriarty behind him listened, or perhaps told himself.

He took a light breath, and when he looked down, his eyes regained their beautiful and calm light again.Looking at Watson who got out of the taxi, he took out his mobile phone and pressed the only shortcut key.

'Hello?Sherlock, where are you! 'Watson sounded very worried. Good doctors are always so worried about their cohabitants.

Sherlock bent his lips and said softly: "Go back to the original place, John, raise your head, I'm on top."

Bear all the guilt, and then jump down, in the most humiliating way, in the name of love, Sherlock knows that he can protect his good doctor from harm by leaving another last word.

It's just that this process is too disgusting, and Sherlock can even perfectly control every movement and expression of his own, and can guess how sad his cohabitant will be.

Throwing away the phone and Watson's yelling, Sherlock opened his arms and jumped down.

In the soap opera that I watched with Mrs. Hudson, all the love stories have happy endings, and everyone can be together well.But obviously soap operas are not reliable.

Really, a disgusting ending.

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Moran straightened his body slightly, and looked indifferently at the man who fell from the roof, and watched him fall hard to the ground, covered in blood.

There are no surveillance cameras here, no M16 personnel tracking, and Moran is very aware of all this.

Put away the gun, but he didn't get up for a long time, his blue eyes were still staring at the opposite rooftop.The tear in the eye frame had been dried long ago, and the man's expression was resolute and decisive, as deep as ink.

The moment Moriarty's body splashed blood, Moran caught those fragments that had always been flashing through his head.He remembered something, perhaps incomplete, but deep enough.

The most profound thing was that on the battlefield, a short black-haired man threw himself on him, bleeding profusely from being wounded by ammunition fragments.He called himself Captain, he had brown and black eyes, and his name was Moriarty.

Moran leaned against the wall, holding his buzzing head tightly with his hands.It hurts, but Moran's still fragmented memory can't piece together a complete past.He regretted that he didn't cooperate obediently during the psychotherapy, maybe he should listen to Jim and change to a psychiatrist.

Yes, I should have listened to him long ago, his little Jim, he was always so reasonable.

When he felt that his eyes were beginning to blur, the blond man clenched his fists and put the gun into the black bag with an indifferent face and no expression.At this time, he felt the vibration of the phone.

His hand paused, and then he pressed the answer button.

Very calm, without the slightest trembling.

"Anthea." His voice was deep and pleasant, which belonged to a mature man.

'BOSS wants to know your location, Moran, where are you? '

Moran's eyes looked out the window. At this time, Sherlock had already been carried on a stretcher to the hospital, and the blood on the ground had gradually lost its vivid color: "I'm with brother BOSS, I'm fine. .”

The person on the phone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Anthea, who was obviously very concerned, was very relieved by Moran's reply, and the woman's voice involuntarily became softer: "How about Mr. Holmes?" BOSS is in a hurry. '

Moran turned his eyes to the balcony, where Moriarty lay alone, motionless.Moran stood up, curled the corners of his lips, and showed a cold smile, but his voice remained flat, as if nothing had happened: "Everything is as usual."

'Then can you come back, BOSS said that some things may have happened recently, and I need to tell you in person. '

Moran played with the gun in his hand, lowered his eyes: "...I will go to him, for sure."

Then, without waiting for Anthea to respond, he threw the phone to the ground, picked up the gun, and indifferently pulled the trigger.

The small black phone instantly fell apart, and the split parts scattered all over the floor.Moran raised his chin slightly, stepped on the calfskin boots on his feet slowly, and then rolled them around with all his strength.

The golden hair was as brilliant as ever, but the blue eyes were as deep as sea water.

Eyes deep.

☆、49 Diogenes Club

Moriarty didn't know whether Sherlock was alive or dead, because he was taken directly back to 222B Baker Street by Loki, and Moriarty enjoyed the feeling of teleportation in the middle.

It felt really uncomfortable, like the whole person was stretched after being squashed, so that I couldn't breathe in my chest.Moriarty firmly grabbed Loki's sleeve to ensure that he would not be thrown out, but he still stumbled inevitably when he reached his destination.After talking, he was picked up by the ruthless and unjust Loki like a sack, and he heard the man complain "really heavy".

Then you put me down!

"Loki, what did you bring back... Oh, isn't this Jim?" Thor's eyes widened in surprise, while Loki simply ignored him and strode into the house with poor little Jim on his shoulders. Then he threw Moriarty hard on the floor.

Moriarty snorted, the pain was worse than before, and his bones were about to fall apart.Loki was simply carrying private goods, and Moriarty was helpless.Pushing the floor to sit up, he saw the green-eyed man rubbing his shoulders to get the teacup, while Thor yelled "Brother, you're not feeling well, I'll help you" and quickly rushed forward to pour the tea and put it on the table. Loki's mouth.

Loki raised his eyebrows and drank it noncommittally, looking at ease.

Moriarty, who was single, pouted, full of grievances: "Bad Loki, show love quickly..."

"Huh?" Loki, who was sitting in the armchair, put his left leg on his right leg and squeezed out a syllable from his throat.

Moriarty curled his lips: "It's nothing." He got up, took out a handkerchief and wiped the remaining blood on his neck, Jean looked at Thor, and put on a harmless smile, "We meet again, Thor Er, I hope you are all well."

Thor also returned a smile. In fact, for Loki's friends, Thor is not stingy with expressing his favor.But before he could speak, he heard Loki's faint voice: "I'm hungry."

Although Thor obviously let emotions hinder his IQ in front of Loki, he could also see that his brother might have something to discuss with Moriarty.And this matter, Loki didn't want himself to know.Thor didn't like that Loki kept things from him, but any words of refusal could not be said when they met those misty green eyes.

"...I'll go out for a while." Thor got up decisively, then grabbed a handful of money and left the door.

Moriarty leaned against the wall, went to sit on the sofa, and smirked at Loki: "It seems that your brother treats you very well."

Loki pursed his lips indifferently, and his eyes couldn't help looking at Mjolnir in the corner of the room—the Hammer of Thor—the faint light flickering on it was not dazzled by him.

His older brother seemed to be getting smarter too.When I was away for the past two days, I am afraid that he was talking to the so-called friends in the United States again. That little iron man covered in armor always refused to teach him to do good things. It seems that Loki is almost killing him in his heart. The vigilance that had been lost, grew again at this moment.

Fortunately, Loki is a patient man, and Mjolnir is not that smart, as long as he doesn't use his power, everything will be fine.

Loki rested his chin and looked at Moriarty with loose eyes: "What are you going to do next? According to the logic, since you die, you have no social identity. It would be troublesome to re-fabricate an identity."

It was troublesome for others, but it was very simple for Moriarty.