Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

"Natalie Second?"

Tony spread his hands: "Shouldn't S.H.I.E.L.D. send another agent over here? Didn't they give an evaluation a long time ago?"

After finishing speaking, he vividly imitated Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D., with an extremely cadenced tone: "Operation Avengers: Agent Romanov's assessment report on you, read it... balabala... In this case, we only hope You are our advisor."

"I only want you to be our advisor!"

He almost squeezed his throat to say the last sentence: "Oh, come on, talk like they can afford me."

Pepper sat down sideways, a little funny, very helpless: "I'm not saying that there is something wrong with Sif Prince's identity..."

"Of course there is no problem, the British government files, although I hate to admit it..."

"...Ever since the "British Government" Sherlock Holmes settled in Downing Street (located in Westminster, London, and is the official residence of important cabinet officials), basically nothing has been taken and useless."

Tony didn't think so: "Unless she was sent by Britain? What was she sent for, to steal armor?"

"Whatever you want." Pepper patted the document on his chest, "This girl can't do it, if she can't do it, she can't do it. If you want an assistant, I have at least a few options. I won't approve Prince's transfer order."

The man with the moustache was unhappy, and when he became emotional, he opened his mouth to refute.

Little Pepper directly gave a "no", especially ruthless and unreasonable.

Then she looked at him fixedly: "I am the boss."

……

"Information on Sif Prince?"

London, England, Downing Street, another rainy day.

The reserved, elegant and standard Etonian voice rang out in the private office.

——Everyone who can enter Downing Street is a powerful courtier or prime minister of the British Empire.

The man who asked this question was wearing a three-piece suit that matched his voice, elegant and classic.

He was sitting at the wide desk, his figure did not look slender and straight in the sense of the logo, the small pot on his stomach could be vaguely seen through the bottom of the desk, and he was even eating sweets - this is Maybe it's because he has a small belly?Kind of like Tony Stark.

But his personal charm is not dragged down by his body shape at all. When you stare at his pair of light gray eyes and show a fake and expensive smile, you will feel—God, if this man cannot represent the British government, Who else?

His expression is so arrogant, even without the perfect face and body, but still damn fascinating.

"The British Government" - Mycroft Holmes.

He alone can run the entire British government.

A real man every day.

……

"When did the internal activity materials submitted by the House of the River (British intelligence agency mi6) start involving dead candidates?"

Mycroft gave a false smile.

The intelligence personnel who came to report cautiously took out the records: "Ms. Prince did not confirm her death. The information only named her as leaving the UK, and her identity and property information are valid, including research results."

"The form of leaving is not limited to the physical body." Mycroft looked at the stupid goldfish in front of him and explained slowly.

When the soul leaves, it also leaves.

Some deaths do not need to be known by the outside world.

"Did someone see her reappear or is someone probing her information?"

The visitor is about to answer...

The man with a strong aura held his hands casually and placed them in the middle of the desk, "It seems to have both."

So the person who came came shut his mouth before he could leave his mouth.

The humanoid British government left the information, and the visitor hurriedly retreated. Most of the time, he really didn't want to face this person's detection ability.

Are you kidding, another young Mr. Holmes can turn the entire Scotland Yard (the London Metropolitan Police Department) into goldfish by using the so-called "basic deduction method", while the one in front of him can directly look down on the entire British Empire !

……

Mycroft Holmes took snuff out of a tortoiseshell box and wiped the dust off his body with a classic checked silk scarf.

"Sif Prince..."

In the spread out profile photo, the blond researcher with Germanic ancestry looks beautiful.

But beauty is beauty, but there is always inexplicable gloom and tension in that seemingly bright smile.

On the other side, the so-called "recent photos" collected by Dahe House:

Under the parasol on the side of the road in Manhattan, New York, the charming beauty is like an iris growing unfettered, and her soft and sexy smile radiates her charm to the extreme.

The dark blue silk dress wrapped her graceful body like flowing water, outlining her perfect curves.

It seems to be full of sweet hormones from hair to toes.

— Only those stupid goldfish can't see that these are two completely different people.

He pondered for a while, a Sherlock Holmes always has the thinking ability that other goldfish don't have, he has to be considerate of this society with low IQ as a whole.

Of course, to Holmes, everyone else is a goldfish, except for a few goldfish who are smarter than other goldfish.

……

"There are always so many goldfish in this muddy world."

Consulting Detective Sherlock Holmes sprays venom on Scotland Yard.

"This man, crying out for his innocence, was apparently involved with more than three women, and with one, oh maybe two, conspired to murder his wife at 12pm a week ago. The method is so simple and easy to understand, it is boring."

Scotland Yard audience: "..."

Curly hair, super long face, slender and thin body covered with a long black trench coat, natural heterochromia iris makes his eyes shine differently under different light angles.

"With all due respect, your brains may have been plugged before the cement set."

"That rotten smell can be smelled for miles around."

Like his older brother "The British Government", Sherlock doesn't need to rely on his appearance to win at all. Sherlock's neurotic and charming charm is simply overwhelming.

... also so owed, with very, very sincere, contempt.

"Because of me, the air in London is clean."

He even had the same fake smile on his face as Mycroft Holmes.But he laughed, because of the buff of that long face, it was like a shark's smile.

Even though the case was easily solved, several officers seemed eager to kill him.

Watson, Sherlock Holmes' assistant, smiled awkwardly and apologetically, and tugged on Sherlock's sleeve quietly: "Restrain yourself, Sherlock!"

The diminutive assistant seemed honest and loyal.

The curly-haired detective with a long face raised his eyebrows, and seemed to want to say something more.

Watson was thinking about how to drag him away, but saw the man with green eyes pause for a moment, and took out his BlackBerry from his pocket.

I vaguely glanced at it, and the sender of the text message was: "Damn Fatty".

Watson: ...

……

"Suppose you're still exploring what's called Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Charade."

A text message.

"Maybe you can turn your attention away from that quirky three pillars in platforms [-] and [-] at King's Cross station in England for a few months."

Another text message.

"Although I don't know what's the point of you insisting on doing such boring things for ten years..."

Article [-].

"Given that you seem to have an unusual fondness for the many unnatural and unscientific disappearance deaths in England."

fourth……

"You can open your memory palace and find a woman named Sif Prince who has already collected ashes."

Too lazy to count.

"She showed up in New York."

……

"Oh, interesting."

The curly-haired detective has a low voice, which is extremely magnetic.

It was obvious that he quickly found the name in the memory palace and knew it well.

——His expression was capitalized: "Ah, finally there is a case to get rid of these brainless goldfish".

Watson understood his expression instantly: "What case did your brother give you?"

"Just a simple resurrection, Watson, the challenge is low, and the case itself is boring."

Back from the dead?Low difficulty?Boring?

Watson: ... Caucasian question mark face.

Detective Curly has a different patience with his only assistant than others: "The subject is very interesting, very interesting."

Sherlock twirled in circles with his arms up.

This time, under the cloudy light, his eyes with heterochromia showed pale gold, jumping like a child.

The hem of the windbreaker fluttered and fell, and he said in a cadence: "It's as interesting as nine and three-quarters, a woman who was once killed by the robed man, interesting."

Watson has followed him for so long, and it is clear that "nine and three-quarters = the platform of some mysterious school", "the man in the robe = wizard".

He opened his eyes slightly, and since he knew Sherlock, he knew what he was chasing. Regarding a certain unscientific race, if he didn't know Sherlock's abilities, he would probably think that this person was crazy.

Yet no one else could know.

Scotland Yard audience: ...mdzz.