I have special killing skills

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Taking advantage of this moment, Moriarty went out to look at his tractor.He likes this thing a little bit now, it’s very different from a car when driving, but the bumps are a bit large, but for Moriarty who likes zoo playgrounds, this is also a kind of game.

It rained the other day and his poor tractor got drenched.Moriarty won't admit it's because he forgot to drive it into the shed.

Climbing into the tall wooden shed, Moriarty looked at the big guy in front of him with his hips crossed. He visually estimated that it was almost done, and he was about to climb up to see if it could still start.Every time this big guy moves, Moriarty has a strange thrill of transforming into a Transformer, and he feels secretly refreshed.

But when he climbed up, he suddenly noticed something flickering between the tractor and the straw in the corner.Moriarty narrowed his eyes, tried his best to get off the tractor without making a sound, and then slowly approached the shiny thing.

Moriarty, who has seen a series of strange things about Thor, evil god, wizard and mutants, has already developed an extremely strong heart. He has seen the most bizarre things in the world. Little Jim's curiosity is getting more and more It's heavy.

It was dark in the shed, and Moriarty could only see what was in front of him when he walked up to the flashing light.

A man who looks very weak, he is hugged tightly by a "person" wearing golden-red armor, the man's face can't be seen clearly in the dark, the most conspicuous thing is the shining blue halo on the chest of this person, but Flickering looks bad.Right after Moriarty approached, the man in armor raised his arm directly, and a row of miniature cannon barrels appeared on his arm. Moriarty had no doubt that their targets were all his head.

Raising his hand to show his innocence, Moriarty had a friendly smile on his face.

While most of Jim's activities are in London, that doesn't mean he's lagging behind in information.On the contrary, Little Jim had an in-depth understanding of that famous organization in the United States.Given that a famous guy with a sledgehammer lived next to him, Moriarty wanted to find out even for his own safety.

Perhaps the information on Thor and Loki is not easy to find - after all, the affairs of God are always kept secret - but Moriarty, who has obvious characteristics in front of him, knows it very well.

Tony Stark, in charge of the huge Stark industry, originally manufactured arms, but now he specializes in saving the world.

The poor can only expect to be bitten by a spider when they dream of heroes, and the rich can use a lot of funds to research technology when they dream of heroes. This principle is applicable everywhere.

"This... sir, I think the person in your arms is in a very bad condition." Moriarty smiled, his eyes blinked, and he looked friendly, "I am the owner of this farm, I think , you may accept my help."

The armor tilted its head slightly—it’s shameful to be cute =A=——then lowered its arms slightly, and a slightly dull but deep and pleasant man’s voice came out from inside: "I hope to get your name."

"Jim Moriarty, you can call me Little Jim if you want." Moriarty didn't hide his name.

The armor was quiet for a few seconds, and then spoke again: "The data shows that you have been marked as dead."

Moriarty shrugged: "Sir, you have to know that there are many people in this world who cannot choose their own future independently, just like me, a poor university professor who was innocently involved in a murder case Here, I have no choice but to feign death to escape."

The armor was quiet for a few more seconds, then completely lowered its arms, stood up holding Stark who was still unconscious in his arms, and slightly lowered his red steel head towards Moriarty, showing enough respect: "Cambridge University Doctorate, and you have 31 independent papers, you are a respectable scholar, I am sorry for the question just now."

Moriarty smiled generously, feeling in his heart that Britain still has something to offer, at least our database is much stronger than those of these Yankees.

The armor flattened the man, and then the entire armor slowly began to disintegrate.Moriarty watched as the joints on the armor slowly separated, and the delicate parts disintegrated layer by layer. In the end, which parts seemed to consciously wrap Stark on the ground, completely covered by the steel armor. Stark "stands up", and the deep man's voice said again: "Thank you for your kind shelter, Professor."

Moriarty was obviously very excited about the whole process, he always liked these delicate and exciting |things, but reason told him that it would be better not to pounce on them.Maintaining a decent smile, Moriarty said, "Call me Jim, sir, may I know your name?"

"My name is Jarvis."

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When Sherlock saw Moriarty walking in with a beautiful armor that was about the same height as himself, he raised his brows slightly, and his voice raised obviously malicious: "Oh, Jim, you finally started to start crimes with Americans action?"

Moriarty didn't look angry at all, he walked up to Sherlock, stretched out his hand and rubbed the big detective's hair vigorously.Anger appeared on Sherlock's face, but before he shouted angrily, Moriarty withdrew his hand, then restored his obedient smile, and said to Mrs. Vincent: "Good lady, this is a bad Watch out for the poor man who broke into the farm, he's hurt and I want to take him in."

Mrs. Vincent didn't see Moriarty's aggressive behavior just now. In the old woman's mind, Moriarty, who was always obedient and obedient, was obviously a good boy, so Mrs. Vincent shook after hearing this. Shaking the rice shovel: "Dear Jim, this is your farm, of course you can do what you want. But this gentleman looks... different from us?"

"He's a guy who likes to be a robot. This is his equipment. He's going to participate in a robot competition for a few days." Moriarty began to ramble.

There was admiration in Mrs. Vincent's eyes: "A smart young man, isn't he?"

In return, Jarvis bowed his head politely, Moriarty smiled, and Sherlock snorted.

Knowing that Jarvis had a comatose Stark inside, they desperately needed a quiet and charged place to start...repairs.Moriarty laughed, didn't say anything more, gave Sherlock a smug look, and led Jarvis to the second floor.

The electricity they use is supplied by themselves, and the power supply equipment is upstairs. They usually use wind or solar energy. In case of special circumstances, there is also a large reserve battery.Moriarty generously contributed the three facilities, which was politely thanked by Jarvis.

"I think he might need some food, such as milk." Moriarty looked at the two electrodes that appeared on Jarvis's fingers with his chin resting, and were connected to Stark's chest, which was bare-chested. blu ray.

Jarvis responded, "Hoping your help, Jim."

Moriarty was always helpful, so he went downstairs with a smile, but when he passed the window, he saw a hole suddenly appeared in the night, and at that moment, Moriarty saw the golden splendor on the opposite side.

Walking out were two men, wearing black robes, and the most conspicuous thing was one of them's long platinum-blond hair.

It seems that Mrs. Vincent's guests have arrived, oh, today is really lively~

☆, 56 Muggles and cigarettes

Turning his eyes on the magical golden hair, the black-haired little Jim restrained all his contemplation, and put on the gentlest and most cute smile.

"It looks like our guests have arrived." Moriarty walked down the stairs and said with a smile to Mrs. Vincent and Sherlock who were drinking black tea face to face.Mrs. Vincent was obviously very happy, but Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

As soon as the words fell, there was a knock on the door.

Moriarty wanted to open the door in joy, but when Sherlock passed by, the man grabbed his wrist tightly.After such a short pause, Mrs. Vincent walked to the door with a smile, turned the handle and opened the door.

Two men stood outside the door. They were both wearing large black robes, but the styles were slightly different. Moriarty squinted his eyes, and he was sure that it was a kind of fabric that he had never seen before. It looked beautiful and comfortable. .The black-haired man should be the Snape that Mrs. Vincent said. Judging from his appearance, this man is not as easy to get along with as Mrs. Vincent said. He is very handsome, but his big aquiline nose makes him look rigid and indifferent. gloomy.The man with platinum-blonde long hair standing beside him is like a luminous body. Not only is his hair color comparable to a moving light source, but his appearance is also outstanding.

Moriarty still maintained a curious but decent smile. He took a peek at Sherlock sitting beside him, and found that this person had a cold face as if he hadn't reacted at all, but there was a flash of light in those eyes. gold.

Poor little Jim always met weird people, and Moriarty felt his grievance in his heart, even the most normal-looking Sherlock had abilities he didn't know.

By the way, why do mutants have wings?Is Sherlock's mutant a bird?

"Oh, honey, you look really nice, I'm glad to see you again." Mrs. Vincent smiled and opened her arms, and Snape didn't dodge, and gave Mrs. Vincent a little stiffly. Embrace.After releasing Snape, Mrs. Vincent looked at the platinum-blond man and blinked, "This is Mr. Malfoy? Oh, the Malfoy family is outstanding as always, praise Merlin."

"You can call me Lucius, my dear lady." Lucius Malfoy was obviously used to compliments, but the platinum nobles would still be proud of any compliment, which made his chin slightly raised, causing trouble Snape snorted disdainfully.

Mrs. Vincent smiled: "Come on in, children, I think you need a bowl of hot broth, because the weather in Australia is much colder than London."

Just when the three of them walked from the door to the living room, Sherlock stood up and directly passed Moriarty, who was half a head shorter than him, which made little Jim very unhappy.

Hey, don't you look disinterested?

"Muggle?" Lucius frowned obviously, and paused.

Before Mrs. Vincent could speak, Snape had already closed his dark eyes and looked at his lover beside him: "The letter from Anne has already explained all this, it is you who insist on following my ass|ass Later, I hope your fading memory is not corroded by those beauty potions."

This obviously sarcasm did not make Lucius angry. He smiled and stretched his arms around Snape's shoulders, obviously not minding: "You know, there are too many things in the Ministry of Magic, I want to take The next minister is not only for us, but also for Xiaolong. My lovely Xiaolong always wants to be proud of his father."

Mrs. Vincent looked at the two of them with a look of relief, and then sighed softly: "I am very happy to hear you call my Christian name again, Sev."

Moriarty and Sherlock, apparently forgotten, were not bored as they caught a few words.

Muggles, potions, Ministry of Magic.

The two looked at each other, and the eyes of the consulting detective and the criminal had the same light.

It's interesting.

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The dinner was a bit dull. In fact, everyone seemed to want to say something, but obviously, they didn't say it because of their own concerns.But Moriarty had a good harvest, he vaguely recognized this Mr. Malfoy.

Rich people not only need to be rich in the wizarding world, but also in the Muggle world. The Malfoy family, who like profit, will not let go of any opportunity to earn profit, and after the savior defeated that person, they will open Even though the Malfoy family still adheres to the pure-blood concept of traditional nobles, this does not prevent them from earning some benefits from Muggles.

Nobody has a grudge against gold coins, do they.

Thinking secretly that maybe he could find a time to have an informal conversation with this Mr. Malfoy, Moriarty did not stop after dinner. Although the manor was his own, he would not hinder Vincent. The wife catches up with two old friends.

It seems that these two will spend two nights at this estate, which is very good.

After saying goodbye politely, Moriarty walked up the stairs, and at the corner, pretending to be casually bowing his head, he saw Mrs. Vincent taking out her wand and waving it lightly.

It was a silver-white ray of light, drawing a beautiful barrier, and a silver-white unicorn made of light twirled in mid-air.

And when he opened the door of his bedroom, what he saw was a beautiful night scene and Sherlock sitting by the window.

"Hey, when did you come up?"

"While you're staring at Malfoy all the time."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, and closed the door behind him: "Everyone likes to see beauties. Not everyone likes teddy bears like you."

Sherlock sat on the armchair with his hands folded under his chin, looking quiet and silent.When he thinks, he always likes to enter the thought palace, and obviously he has already completed a series of constructions when Moriarty came in, and now, there are vague results.

"Perhaps Mrs. Vincent won't stay here for long." Sherlock's voice was low but determined.

Moriarty shrugged, in fact he is not stupid, he can see what Sherlock can see, and little Jim's head has never stopped running at high speed: "Obviously, there is something wrong with our good wife." So many interesting places."

They didn't know much about the wizarding world, but the word Muggle clearly smacked of bad intentions.It was unusual for Lucius, a nobleman, to be willing to sit down to dinner with two ordinary people, after all the British value dinner as much as they value fish and chips.If Mrs. Vincent didn't have great abilities, but was just a witch who took care of Snape, the treatment would be a bit higher.

However, the reason why Moriarty got this result was the beautiful magic that Mrs. Vincent cast just now, and where Sherlock, who had come up earlier, inquired from, Moriarty was very curious.

He looked at Sherlock, only to find that the man had pulled a cell phone out of his pocket.In fact, when they left London, they all threw their electronic products into the sea. Now they may be with the reef, or they may be eaten by that poor fish. Moriarty was surprised when Nalock took out his mobile phone.

"I didn't think you'd need it right now." Moriarty leaned forward, squeezing his head in front of the screen with Sherlock.

Sherlock pushed his head with some disgust: "If you still have your head, you can know that my whereabouts cannot be hidden from Mycroft for more than six months."

Moriarty watched him search for the surname Snape on the Internet, and looked at Sherlock: "Then when did your good brother find you?"

Sherlock clicked on a webpage: "Half a month ago, he sent someone to take my horse away, and the condition for me in exchange was to report to him that he was safe on a regular basis."

"Oh, let me guess, haven't you told your little Teddy about your situation?" Moriarty sat aside with a smile on his knees, with a smile on his eyes and brows.

Sherlock glanced at him, but didn't answer.

Moriarty shrugged. In fact, they were similar in some respects. At least they tacitly concealed the life and death of the person closest to them.It's just that Moriarty is waiting for a result, while Sherlock is simply hiding it for the sake of concealing it.

"You're such an asshole." Moriarty tilted his head.

Sherlock threw a faint look: "You too."

Obviously, humiliating each other is not the way two people like to get along. As old enemies, they have their own way of getting along.Moriarty did not doubt that Sherlock would tell Mycroft his news, because he was confident that Sherlock would not be able to return to London now, and this farm was a nice and interesting enough place, and the detective was abandoning it Everything about it—and those beautiful horses—would not have been betrayed beforehand.

Betrayal has existed from the very beginning, as long as one can foresee the time of his arrival, it is enough.

I don't know what happened to my Moran... Taking out a cigarette, Moriarty handed one to Sherlock: "I think you will need it."

"I promised John not to touch this." Sherlock looked at it and pursed his mouth slightly.

Moriarty laughed and stretched out in front of him again: "You are not a pet raised by your Teddy, dear Sherlock, since we have run away from home, we have to do what people who run away from home should do. , believe me, you will have a long time in the future to be controlled by the cute little John."

Sherlock glanced at him, but finally took it.Not because he was persuaded by Moriarty, but because the man mentioned that name.

John, his John.

After lighting the cigarette, Sherlock glanced at Moriarty, who was blowing smoke rings, and then leaned back on the cushion and closed his eyes.

It is a person that will miss, even Sherlock, he will miss a person occasionally.

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"Give me a reason not to kill you."

"I can help you, but I need you to agree to my request."

Eric sat on the metal chair, looking coldly at the man who was pinned down in front of him in embarrassment.The blond-haired, blue-eyed man's face had the marks of being beaten before Ming, and his originally decent appearance looked in a mess now, but his neck was always straight, and he seemed to have never abandoned his pride.

It had been more than ten days since his subordinates captured this hunter. It seemed that they used their fists to treat this man who had caused mutants to be caught countless times, but they failed to break this man's backbone.

Letting the coin slip between his fingers, Eric slightly looked down at the man in front of him: "You have hunted too many mutants, I don't think you will give me loyalty."

The man tugged at the corners of his mouth, the broken lips made him unable to smile, but it was enough to convey his emotions with an indifferent expression: "I never said I would give you loyalty, Magneto, I just want to ask for your help, and use the same The benefits are exchanged with you."

Eric's hand moved, and the coin rushed directly to the man's forehead, stopping at the moment of contact.The man didn't move, his blue eyes looked at Eric without blinking.

At this moment, the expressions of the two people are so similar.

Magneto stood up, and he waved his hand to make the men holding the man back away.There was some interest on the stiff face of the German man. He looked at the man and carefully discerned the brows and eyes in the man's bruised wound. Magneto, who has always had a bad memory, felt a little familiar: "Your expression is familiar now, maybe We've seen it."

The man suddenly kept silent, and the expression on his face returned to coldness.

But Eric seemed to have remembered something. He smiled and looked very interested: "I remembered it, I should have remembered it a long time ago, after all, your surname is so unique. In the German camp, sir , I want to thank you for taking care of me at that time." The voice paused, the sound of coins falling on the ground was clear and sweet, Eric's voice was deep and deep, "My compatriot, Colonel Moran, really long time no see."

☆、57·Office Love

#黑berry姐姐的同人文——Office Romance#

The Stark Corporation is a very large company, and they recruit the best talents from all over the world—or the entire universe—and their boss, Tony Stark, often absent from work, so as Tony Stark · Stark's secretary, Miss Natasha, feels that it is very necessary for her to keep the boss firmly in the company for her high salary.

Hey, the wages here are more than ten times higher than outside. He doesn't want Stark to ruin his family one day and cause him to lose his job.You know, it is really rare to get a [commercial secret] salary just by typing and drinking tea every day.

So, one day after Tony Stark disappeared again, Miss Secretary Natasha stepped on her [-]cm high heels and walked into the office area.

As a well-known enterprise, Stark Corporation occupies a building with the same name as the company's headquarters, but the real office area is only three floors.The lower fifty floors are used to eat, drink, and store equipment, and the upper fifty floors are used to have fun, eat, drink, and store famous cars, but this also allows the elites to be found effectively.

Natasha came to the 51st floor, and as soon as she got out of the elevator door, she saw a blond man lying on the ground clutching his stomach in pain, while the green eyes standing beside him showed disdain, raised his chin haughtily, and glanced at him. Glancing at Natasha, she nodded politely, kicked the blond man again, rubbed the corner of her mouth, and walked into the workshop.

Natasha raised her eyebrows, walked up to the blond man and squatted down, poked him lightly with her straight black fingertips: "Hey, Thor, have you been cleaned up again?"

Thor rubbed his belly and sat up. In fact, most of his performance just now was fake.He smiled at Natasha, he didn't mind his embarrassment being seen by this person, anyway, it was not the first time: "At least I stole a kiss this time."

Natasha shrugged, reluctantly encouraged: "There is progress."

Thor scratched his head and smiled broadly.

Pulling the big man to stand up, Natasha pointed to the inside with the folder: "Is Sherlock there? I think I need to draw up a recruitment notice for me."

Thor blinked: "Recruitment notice, are we going to recruit again? But, God, since the former military doctor was recruited last time, Sherlock has been running to the toilet with him every time I want to go. It’s time to go up one more level.”

"Okay, if you have the ability to abduct Loki to the toilet to do some cute little things, you are also capable." Natasha gave him a white look, and threw the folder in Thor's arms, " Give this to Sherlock, and he'll know what to do."

Thor smiled and waved his hands, then tried hard to think about the feasibility of Natasha's suggestion.

The toilet on this floor is probably not working, he can try the one upstairs... But will Jim upstairs rob him?

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His name is Steve Rogers, a veteran. Although he is somewhat conservative, he also graduated from a prestigious school. But obviously, Steve, who was determined to serve the country, did not stay in the military camp for a long time. Although he was fortunate to become a national hero, he was injured. Steve didn't want to be wasting taxpayer money supporting himself.Finding a good job for yourself is now a top priority.

It's a good choice to try your luck at the Stark Group with your resume.

The recruitment notice has been repeatedly broadcast on the conspicuous pages of major mainstream media. The gender is male, the personality is kind and loyal, the appearance is correct and the three views are normal, and the salary is negotiable.

Steve felt that he was a good fit, or at least seemed to be a good fit.

Wearing a suit that didn't fit very well—it was given to him by his mother before he enlisted, but it's obviously too small now—Steve changed subways twice and finally arrived at the gate of Stark Tower.He raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the towering buildings, and his confidence, which was not very sufficient, was hit even smaller.

But obviously, as a capitalist fighter who preaches the American dream anytime and anywhere, Steve will not be discouraged by it.He exhaled and walked through the door.

"Hi, I'm here to apply." Steve found the front desk lady, put on the gentlest smile, and added, "Good morning, Miss Sarah."

"Good morning sir, do you have an appointment..." The woman with elegant curly hair smiled and raised her head. Surprise flashed in her eyes when she saw Steve, and after a few seconds of silence, she tried to say , "If I'm not mistaken, you are Mr. Rogers?"

Steve nodded, "I am."

"Oh my God!" Sarah was obviously a little excited. In fact, since this man single-handedly saved the White House, he has become a national idol, although he himself does not have this self-awareness.

Steve was a little uncomfortable with the woman's admiring gaze. He pursed his lips uncomfortably. The tall man looked a little at a loss: "I don't have an appointment, Miss Sarah, but I think I'm willing to wait..."

"No, your face can be used as an appointment!" Sarah picked up the phone, dialed a number, and the moment the connection was connected, her voice became dignified and professional, "Mr. Sherlock, there is a candidate here. Yes Yes, he has an appointment. Okay." After hanging up the phone, Sarah quickly drew a name on the notebook, and then ticked off the back, she smiled and pointed to the elevator, "Floor 51, sir, Hope your interview goes well."

Steve obviously didn't expect the people here to be so talkative, which made him a little overjoyed.Nodding to Sarah, he walked to the elevator.

The elevator door opened, and Steve walked in, but just as the elevator door was about to close, a hand caught the gap, and then another one squeezed in.The black-haired man was not tall, and smiled when he looked at Steve, looking cute and kind: "It's really hard to wait for the subway today, God, I'm almost going to be late."

Steve didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he just nodded and said, "Yes, there are a lot of people."

The dark-haired man was short, which forced him to hold his head up when looking at Steve.But obviously the black-haired man didn't mind, he tilted his head: "I haven't seen you before, sweetheart with blond hair, are you new here?" After finishing speaking, the black-haired man stretched out his right hand to Steve, " My name is Jim Moriarty, you can call me Jim, that's what they call me."

For this kind of friendly address that was used for the first time, Steve felt a little uncomfortable, but he still held the black-haired man's hand politely: "Hi, my name is Steve Rogers, I'm here today interview."

Moriarty obviously also knew Steve's name, but his reaction was not as aggressive as Sarah's. He just raised his eyebrows, and then returned to his kind expression: "You are very suitable for that position, trust me." Said Then, he lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that someone would hear, "But there is a very annoying guy in the interviewer, but don't be afraid, as long as he asks you strange questions, you can go to the next one sitting in a wheelchair Look at the man above, believe me I'm right."

Although Steve didn't know what the tough interviewer was like, he accepted Moriarty's kindness.A grateful smile, and at this time, the 51st floor arrived.

Moriarty waved to Steve: "I'm upstairs, you go, come on, sweetie~"

Steve blushed, then nodded and said, "Thank you very much."

Just as the elevator doors closed, he saw Moriarty smiling at him, looking nervous and sly.

Maybe I was wrong, and the kind Steve attributed all this to being too nervous.

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Steve didn't know where the interview was, so he could only go to a crowded place.

The last person who saw him was a man with green eyes.

"Who are you looking for?" He looked a little difficult to get along with, and his emerald eyes were not friendly.

Steve hurriedly said, "I'm here for the interview."

Loki looked him up and down, but in the next second, he showed a strange smile: "The interview place is in the office inside, remember to knock on the door first."

"Eric has a bad temper, you'd better be polite." Thor also leaned over and added, but was punched back by Loki.

Steve was obviously surprised by this way of getting along, but he didn't ask too much. As a newcomer, it's always better not to say so many things.Following the direction Loki pointed, Steve walked to the office and knocked on the door.

Little did he know, a few people behind him formed a circle and had a small meeting.

"Is this what you want to make a living under Natasha's hands? I'm so envious." Barton said while holding an apple.But after expressing his admiration for the goddess, he pushed Thor, "The smell of passion is coming out of you, big man, sit aside."

Thor listened with a smile, but stubbornly looked at Loki.

Loki didn't bother to talk to him, and looked around indifferently: "It seems that the doctor didn't come today."

"I don't know, maybe I was held back by Hulk again. You know, people with split personalities will always suffer from choice phobia." Barton took another bite of the apple.

Seeing that Loki ignored him, Thor bowed his head in frustration, but the next second, his eyes widened slightly.

Because, Loki's calfskin shoes gently rubbed against his calf, slowly but alluringly.

"I think I'm going to make it easier." Loki gave Thor an indifferent look, and left on his own.

But Thor didn't even bother to think about it, and rushed out directly.

Barton secretly sighed, it really is spring.

☆、58·Office Love

#黑berry姐姐的同人文——Office Romance#

The biggest difficulty in Steve's life was rushing into the White House to save the president. For a person who has neither pejorative nor technology, this is a very difficult task, but Steve fulfilled it.

Even if the price was that his eyes were smoked by the unknown smoke bombs released by the British guys who broke in, causing vision loss and making it impossible to carry out normal training and fighting, but compared to the losses he saved, all this seemed Insignificant up.

Steve, who originally thought that he would have a normal talk after crossing this hurdle, didn't know that his rough life had just begun, and the three men sitting in front of him obviously caused the first dilemma.

"Then, Mr. Rogers, I just read your resume, and I have to say, it's really a standard resume template downloaded from the Internet." Sherlock Holmes with black curly hair pinched it with his slender and pale fingers Looking at Steve's resume folder, he pouted slightly, "I maintain my attitude towards the authenticity of this resume."

The upright Steve sat up straight, which was his habit, and he was always polite when answering questions: "Mr. , but I can be sure