I have special killing skills

Lestrade felt that the current situation was very strange.

He was kidnapped from the wedding scene by a tall and thin man and stuffed into a small black car without any resistance. He thought he would be treated powerlessly, but he was not thrown into prison, nor was he Instead of being a spy in Belarus, I went to one of the best Italian restaurants in London.

"What did you bring me here for?" Lestrade looked at Mycroft who had already got off the station and frowned.

Mycroft held the car door with one hand, and held a black umbrella on the ground with the other, with a half-smile on his face: "Dinner, Greg, as I said, I hope to have dinner with you."

Lestrade obviously didn't expect this person to be so persistent about it, which surprised him a bit.

After getting out of the car, Anthea and Mycroft whispered something, then nodded politely to Lestrade with an unreal smile, got into the black car and left.Lestrade didn't care about their whispering in front of his face. Lestrade already knew about Mycroft's affairs. The less he knew, the better. Mycroft was definitely not him. The ordinary civil servant in the mouth, because Lestrade has never seen the information of that ordinary civil servant will be marked as "first-class secret".

"I thought you would be protected when you went out." Lestrade watched the car drive away before looking at Mycroft.

Mycroft smiled, looking a little more relaxed than before: "Although I don't know where you got this idea, obviously I don't need those protections."

Lestrade nodded and didn't continue to ask. First, he was sure that Mycroft had his own way, and second, Inspector Lestrade was in a bad mood.

Anyone who is full of gratification to hold a wedding will be unhappy when he is kidnapped from the church with a gun on his waist and left. Although the good detective is a good old man, he is also a human being and has a temper.

Mycroft didn't care about Lestrade's mood at all, he walked to the door of the restaurant first, Lestrade hesitated for a moment, but still followed behind him.

Lestrade knows how expensive this place is. After all, he inspected a lot of places before getting married. This place was originally an option, but after seeing the price, although he is already Mr. Inspector, he is burdened with his own living expenses and his daughter's. The good detective on child support had to give up here.

But you know, you know, it's the first time to walk in.

The decoration here is not the kind of resplendent and magnificent that looks gorgeous and magnificent, but has a bit of warmth similar to a small pastoral.The small floral tablecloth on a white background was clean, and Mycroft had chosen a window seat.

It is very unsafe here, yes, Lestrade, who has been trained, knows very well that the most unsafe place in the whole restaurant is this seemingly warm and beautiful window, but Mycroft still chose this place. , there is a transparent glass cup with a small red candle inside.

The location needs to be designated by him personally, and Mycroft has the final say on what to eat.Lestrade felt a little helpless, this man's desire for control had penetrated into every aspect, if it wasn't because Lestrade was sure that he was indeed a member of the British government|government, he might only think that this man was hidden in London Terrorists in the dark.

Thinking of this, Inspector Lestrade probably knows why Sherlock resists him so much. Poor little Sherlock is probably just being watched and restrained by Mycroft, turning from an ordinary child into a Got a little bastard | bastard.

Looking out of the window with his eyes empty, Lestrade's head was thinking about some messy things, but immediately, Mycroft's words pulled his sanity back: "I am sorry if I caused you trouble today. "

Lestrade didn't look as angry as before, because this man has gradually changed from the Mr. Holmes in his memory to someone who will install countless cameras in his home and talk to himself through the fireplace whenever he likes. Mycroft.

He's been so over the top.

Picking up the coffee in front of him and taking a sip, Lestrade didn't like such a sweet taste, but he didn't say it clearly, but said: "Compared to this, I hope you can give me a glass of white water."

Obviously, Mycroft would not refuse such a simple request.

After getting what he wanted, Lestrade didn't say anything more, and his attention was no longer simply focused on a certain point, but silently thinking about the future countermeasures.About Anna, about Sherlock, about... Mycroft.

"Perhaps, you have accepted to accept marriage again." Mycroft used tweezers to pick up the candy cubes in the transparent jar, and put them into his cup one by one. Lestrade only had to think about it Feeling a toothache, Mycroft didn't stop until he put in six pieces of sugar. He stirred the glass with a small silver spoon, and Lestrade could even hear the thin lumps of sugar. The sound of hitting the inner wall of the porcelain cup.

Mycroft put down the spoon and took a sip of the coffee. He was obviously satisfied with the taste. It's not that he particularly prefers the sweet coffee taste, but that Mycroft, who is most in Belarus, doesn't have the meticulous care of a dentist. , and there is no fitness trainer to help him lose weight. Mycroft, who has endured for a long time without touching sweets, has reached an irresistible desire for this aspect.

If Lestrade hadn't been sitting across from him, Mycroft wished he'd just picked up the sugar bowl and poured the whole thing into his mouth.

Looking at the silent Lestrade with blue eyes, Mycroft put down his glass: "I remember I once said that you are not suitable for married life, but obviously you have changed your mind now, which is not good for me. It’s not exactly good news, but it’s not bad either.”

Lestrade glanced at him: "If you're worried that my attention to Sherlock will drop, Mycroft, it's completely unnecessary."

What Lestrade said is the truth, although he has started to take care of that little bastard | He is forced to, but Lestrade's heart is obviously not iron and stone, on the contrary, a good detective is a rare soft-hearted person, Sherlock He was surprised and admired by his intelligence. Although that kid still did weird things, Lestrade didn't dislike him too much. After all, in his opinion, what Sherlock did might just be out of the pursuit of excitement. , but he still helped himself eliminate many criminals.

Sherlock was a good boy who just needed care and tolerance, which was what Lestrade had been silently hypnotizing and had convinced himself.

However, Mycroft didn't have any worries about Sherlock. In his view, Lestrade was just a means, and the only one who could really protect his Xiali was himself.

However, regarding Lestrade's words, he still gave a smile without stinginess: "We can talk about Sherlock later."

Lestrade frowned at him.

Mycroft crossed his hands under his chin in a movement eerily similar to Sherlock's: "What I need to know now is about you, Greg."

"I don't understand." Lestrade didn't bother to circle around with him, and directly frowned.

However, the next second, Mycroft's words shocked the good detective, and he even accidentally knocked over his coffee cup.

"If you're comfortable with marriage, then, Greg, maybe I'll be the best person for you to get it done."

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For an instant Lestrade thought Mycroft had gone mad.

The empty coffee cup was poured in time and did not cause any trouble to the two of them, but even when Mycroft had slowly lifted the cup up, Lestrade still stared at him without saying a word .

Mycroft obviously had expected this situation, so he just said calmly: "I have a stable job, I don't lack money, and I don't lack reputation, and I can guarantee that I will give you great support for your work and will not There is no obstacle." As he said, Mycroft bent his lips, "And I know you better than you know yourself."

Lestrade subconsciously retorted: "That's impossible."

"I don't think you know until now that the enemy has a red birthmark on the back of your right leg." Mycroft unhurriedly produced evidence to prove his theory.

But in Lestrade's ears, the first reaction was surprise, he really didn't know about it.

But immediately, the good detective's head was filled with anger.

Damn it, how did this bloody Sherlock Holmes know!Did he already put the damn monitor in his bathroom!

What Lestrade just thought of in a fit of anger is actually the truth, but Mycroft will never admit it, and Lestrade will not ask about this seemingly shameless possibility .

Lestrade moved his body uncomfortably. He knew that even if Mycroft's words were not romantic or sincere, they were indeed a marriage proposal.

God, a Sherlock Holmes, propose to himself?

The point is, he's a man, and I'm a damn man too, so why marry!

Mycroft seemed to have thoroughly researched the good detective in front of him. He calmly took out a black book from his pocket, opened it, and found a page: "If you have any concerns about same-sex marriage , I'll get the same-sex marriage bill through the House in five days, you know, it's not difficult."

"You can't do that!" Lestrade patted the table and stood up, looking out of place in this quiet and warm restaurant.

Mycroft looked at him like he was looking at an unbehaved child: "Sit down."

Lestrade bent his knees subconsciously, and he didn't realize what he had done until he sat down on the chair again, which made the good detective swear in his heart again.

Damn Holmes!

He actually wants to make the rainbow flag fly in London for public benefit!

At this moment, Mycroft's special meal was also delivered.

Lestrade was still spaghetti, yes, he liked spaghetti, a taste Mycroft knew all too well.And Mycroft asked for a dessert, which looked like a heavy chocolate cake.

Mycroft dug a piece with a spoon and put it into his mouth. After eating, he said, "You need to be in a hurry, Greg, I'm not in a hurry."

Lestrade gritted his teeth: "I won't marry you, Mycroft, I don't agree."

"You will agree." Mycroft remained composed.

Lestrade felt his ears buzzing: "Impossible!"

What he wanted was a gentle wife and well-behaved children, but now, he actually wants to replace it with a tough man, and this man is called Mycroft Holmes?

Hell, he might as well have shot him.

Mycroft smiled flatly: "Okay, if this is your opinion."

As he spoke, he dug another piece, and when Lestrade felt his heart was no longer beating so fast, he heard Mycroft continue, "But I think it's just that you don't know me yet, it's okay , In view of my excellent performance in the task, I won a ten-day vacation, and I think we have time to get to know each other."

The smile on Lestrade's face froze instantly.This time, he was really kidnapped, and he will be locked up by this bastard for ten days.

God knows if he can come out alive after ten days.

Lestrade's first reaction was to leave here, but Mycroft calmly put his pistol on the table. It has to be said that after a tiring undercover career, the originally calm and relaxed British politician |The government became a little impatient.

life, or fame...

Lestrade gritted his teeth, did not stand up after all, grabbed the fork and sent the noodles to his mouth.

Mycroft was very satisfied with Lestrade's actions, so his expression softened a lot: "How is it?"

"Go to hell!"

Cursing in Mycroft's presence for the first time, but Lestrade found that the pasta was really good.

Is this the only consolation in a series of tragedies?

……

Mycroft continued to eat his cake, knowing that Anthea would watch him closely for a long time to come and not let him touch her cute little desserts.

Greg wasn't happy, Mycroft could see that, but what did it matter?

He will always be willing.

Because he is Mycroft Holmes, what he says is the truth, and that will never change.

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"You're right for me, Greg, no one can deny that."

"impossible."

"I am suitable for you too."

"Let the ghost go!"

This is a conversation that took place on their first night of marriage a few years later.

Mycroft is very satisfied with the status quo. His Sherlock has found a good doctor who is extremely patient and willing to "play" with him. His Greg was finally his, all and all.

They signed the marriage certificate, and from now on, they shared wealth, fame, and life.

He gently hugged Lestrade, who had been squeezed out of his last strength, and put his chin on the shoulder of the good detective who was no longer young, and said softly: "Would you like to come to M16?"

Even if he didn't bother to move his fingertips, Lestrade still responded with a slightly hoarse voice: "Impossible."

Mycroft smiled: "But I will miss you, Greg."

This time, Lestrade did not answer him, because the good inspector had already fallen asleep.

Mycroft had said that he was best for him, and he was best for him.

This is what Mycroft has determined, so it is the truth.

Hugging Lestrade's warm body tightly, Mycroft closed his eyes.

The future life will be so warm.

no doubt.

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