[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra economic chief

In the evening, Watson and Mary sat on the bed chatting and counting the gifts of the guests.

"I think Sherlock must have forgotten about it." Watson complained when he couldn't find a familiar font.

"Probably not." Mary shook a light blue envelope.

"This is not Sherlock's words, but it may be intentional." Watson took it, "He is always different, isn't he? Guess what he will give us?"

"Unexpected." Mary thought wildly in her mind with great interest.

Watson quickly opened it, and took out a few sheets of paper that were folded on the back. When he opened it, a half-page note floated inside. The bold and bold font made it difficult to distinguish between men and women: "I think Sherlock will definitely forget It is a house of RBKC. There are many scholars nearby, and the academic atmosphere is also very good. I think it is a good choice to live there if you have children in the future. Finally, Sherlock’s house is on your left .”

"Wow!" exclaimed Mary, "Kensington and Chelsea, who gave this to?"

"No matter who it is, we definitely cannot accept this." As he spoke, he was about to pick up the mobile phone on the bedside table.

Mary stopped him: "Wait, John." Watson looked over in confusion.

"Perhaps, let's take a look at this first." He clicked on another blue envelope on the bed, with the same font on the cover, but no signature.

After opening it, there were a few more pieces of paper. The two thought it was another piece of real estate, but they didn't expect...

"Let's call Sherlock."

"Yes, of course." Watson tremblingly held the registration certificate and sales contract in his hand.

"Hello, Sherlock."

"John?"

"Who will accompany you?"

Sherlock couldn't figure it out: "What's the gift?"

"As part of our wedding ceremony, someone gave two gifts, one for you, and," John whispered subconsciously, "it's very valuable."

"It's unnecessary, my oath is the greatest gift." Sherlock, who instantly thought of who it was, muttered.

Watson still said excitedly over there: "He actually gave a house in Kensington and a limited-edition Ferrari. Did you know that, and finally... a private jet."

"It's the usual style, it's her and not him." Sherlock corrected, "You like these?"

"That man doesn't like cars." After Watson refuted him, he paused for a moment, "She, you said she...Irene Adler? This is the best answer I can think of."

"John, it's clear that you haven't learned the slightest bit from your time with me."

"Sherlock!"

"Haven't you ever observed Christine wearing jewelry? And, don't think of McCoff. If he had the financial resources, he wouldn't be able to sit in the office well."

"You mean, Christine—your sister?" Watson was surprised. "But...it's too precious, she..."

"Christine Wendy Wood, you can ask Mary to help you enter this name on Wikipedia. Enter the so-called sister contacts from her introduction, since you are busy with various things recently and rarely go online." Xia Xia Locke cut him off.

Taking advantage of Mary's phone input process, Watson asked jokingly: "This name sounds familiar, but I never knew you had a property in RBKC."

"NO, it's not a set. I have many properties all over the world." Sherlock put down the beaker in his hand and sat on the sofa.

"Stop joking, Sherlock." Watson laughed.

Mary next to her looked at the introduction and pictures on Wikipedia: "I don't think he's joking, if his sister is really this." Turning the phone over to his eyes.

Just the first line alone is jaw-dropping: "OMG! Whoa...I...I never thought I'd know such a big, big shot."

Watson suddenly called him: "Sherlock?"

"uh-huh."

"You must have saved Jehovah in your previous life to be able to vote for this good pregnancy, a high-ranking elder brother, and a wealthy younger sister." The envy, jealousy and hatred in your tone can be penetrated through the phone line, "I never knew you were a 'Lord', Sherlock."

"Oh." Sherlock responded flatly. Can he say that he hasn't even seen the things Christine gave them, and they have been lying there, or forget it, and the wedding day will not stimulate John.

"Sherlock, come and take the things away tomorrow." Watson resisted the temptation with difficulty.

"Come on, John, do you think you have a baldness crisis because you lose a hair in the morning? Do you go back and forth because you lost a penny? Her money can't be used up in this lifetime, so you just think it's because of it." She has reduced her burden." It was because of his second happiness today that he was able to talk here, Sherlock hung up the phone resolutely after finishing speaking.

Watson looked at the phone and murmured, "Can you give me a few dozen more of this sweet burden?"

The next morning, at exactly seven o'clock London time, McCoff called.

Christine spoke first: "I thought you would call me last night."

"Pregnant women need adequate sleep."

"You... didn't pursue the facts I concealed before, why?"

"Once a crack is created, it is difficult to repair, so why let it appear."

"I'm sorry, McCoff." Christine apologized sincerely, and McCoff believed her corrected false information and thought she was an incomplete clone made by clone.Under the effect of making up for his guilt, he let her act at his own pace, and never stopped himself from challenging the Lyon family, nor did he stop her from making bigger and bigger moves in the United States and internationally.

"Don't change the subject, Stark Industries, are you going to show up?" McCoff turned back to business.

Christine revealed the matter according to his intention: "Not for now, this is only the first step, and the villain boss is the last to appear."

"Don't capsize in the gutter, you are playing bigger and bigger now." Although he didn't want to admit it, McCoff still set a circle according to his thinking, so as not to let Christine, an antisocial patient, go too far.

"I will."

As the sun rises all over the world, the news of the change of ownership of Stark Industries, which has already hit the United States, has begun to boil over the world.Unlike the last incident in a small town, Stark Industries, as one of the top [-] companies, is not only related to all aspects of the United States, but financial oligarchs and capitalists around the world are also paying close attention to this matter.

Under the control of various tycoons, the mysterious buyer 'reluctantly' decided to hold a general meeting of shareholders in 10 days.

Tony Stark on this side is in a state of desperation, and Captain America on the other side is also in hell. After hearing the news, Captain America hurried back and they were stopped by the genetics professor hired by the Avengers before they had time to meet Tony. .

"Captain, I think you have to read this report."

Seeing the old man's uneasy expression, Sam grabbed the report and flipped through the last few pages to conclude the appraisal.

"What does it mean to have a declining physique and a decrease in serum energy?" Sam looked at the professor ugly.

The old professor wiped his glasses: "This is also where I am confused. It is said that the serum has been fused with the captain's blood tissue, but now there are new cells that are constantly separating the serum and trying to destroy it. If it is not stopped, I am afraid Within 15 days, the energy of the serum will be exhausted, and the captain will become like an ordinary person."

Steve was stunned for a while before reacting: "Is there... any solution?"

"I'm sorry." The professor's face was full of regret, and his painting style changed, "However, you can try to protect the umbrella. Although Professor Wood passed away with regret, if there is anyone in the world who has the ability to solve this matter , then it must be Mr Snape."

After being reminded by the professor, Steve suddenly remembered what Christine said with a smile that day, and couldn't help taking a deep breath. Regardless of his physical condition, he hurriedly rode his motorcycle and headed towards Stark Tower in the night.

In the building, half a day has passed since getting the news, ignoring the piles of reporters and shareholders below, barely controlling the stock trend.Tony is still there and Jarvis continues to break through the data of various shareholders and related personnel in an attempt to find out the owner of the hostile takeover. This is the painstaking effort of his father and ancestors. He will never allow Stark Industries to change his name from him .

When Steve came up, Tony was lying on the ground with stubble and blood on his face: "I know who bought the equity."

One sentence awakened Tony, he stood up and said sharply, "Who?"

"Christine Wood." Steve was determined, "my laboratory report just came out, the T-virus in the body has disappeared without a trace, Pietro's mutant cells are fighting with the serum, my strength is weakening...there are 15 left. sky."

"Shit, son of bitch!" Tony gasped, "Where's she, Jarvis?"

"Sorry, sir, I can't pass the red queen, but Miss Wood left the United States for London, England a week ago, according to the news on the news network."

Tony, who found the target, gained fighting spirit, summoned the armor, and just put it on.Thinking of his own verdict, he took off his armor in frustration, took the car keys, picked up a sports car and drove to the Avengers.

Sam watched the captain who had just left for a short time come back with a lot of money.One after another, other people also gathered together.

Sitting together, Tony looked at Fury anxiously: "Who does Wood have in England?"

Fury's face froze: "Why do you ask this, that man is not something you can afford, he can kill you with one hand."

Steve pulled himself together, stopped Tony's hideous expression, and slowly narrated the whole thing.

Fury couldn't help sighing: "Do you still have the fighting spirit? Not to mention me and Natasha, even the Lyon family was left behind by that woman who was only in her 20s, and the family fell apart."

No one spoke, and who could underestimate the fact that they could silently acquire Stark Industries under the watchful eyes of Pepper and Jarvis.There is also the captain, who was willing to be fooled into conducting the experiment.

Even a Nobel Prize-level scientist and a leader in the financial field have developed a global enterprise in such a short period of time.This kind of person is the end of others from birth.