[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Evilisuacularandalwayshuman.Andsharesourbed…asatourtable.

Demons are usually just mortals, and they are inconspicuous. They sleep with us and eat at our table. Outside the interrogation room, Mycroft Holmes frowns for a moment, as if witnessing the Commonwealth of Nations leaving the European Union.

The humanoid British government in 2008 didn’t know it. After a few years, the British Conservative Party’s Eurosceptic heart quickly fermented, and finally passed the Brexit referendum in a dramatic way. By then, I’m afraid he will be busy.

Sherlock folded his arms, his tall and straight figure showed a thin and charming curve, he looked at the picture behind the glass wall, "I'm going to get the lackey lady out."

Mycroft frowned slightly and glanced at Sherlock, then quickly ordered the two ace agents behind him to stop him.

This is not an easy task. Even Agent Moran, the combat hero who served in the Middle East, can barely stop Sherlock's progress, and this is still in the case of an unintentional dispute between the consulting detectives.

Unsurprisingly, the high-functioning sociopath Sherlock only makes matters more confusing.

And that's not the direction McCaw expected.

Yes, expected, the British government, while possessing a high level of self-control, prefers to be in control.

And what he has to do now, in addition to getting the code, has added a new task-to get Moriarty into the highest prison, so that he will never be able to harass Vesper again.

Sherlock glanced at the tall and strong white agent in front of him, then looked at McCoff, with a cold tone, "Do you think this agent who was stationed in Kabul and has the rank of colonel can stop me?"

"How did you know that I was stationed in Kabul?" The ace agent of MI[-] looked very surprised.

"I also know that you were educated at Eton College and Oxford University. You came from a good background, and your father was an old-fashioned jazz." Sherlock's gamma ray glanced over him, as if there were countless phrases floating in the air, making him instantly Concluding, his sharp gaze flicked over Agent Moran's fingers, "A master of cards, but also a sharpshooter, the gunpowder residue in the crevices of your fingers shows that you have touched a sniper rifle two days ago, I guess it is Barrett M82A1."

Agent Moran looked at Sherlock in horror, like everyone who had come into contact with him, as if he had seen a ghost.

Mycroft Holmes wasn't going to let Sherlock continue his act, but he didn't want to rush into the interrogation room and pick Vespa out himself, because that would take away all his reserve.

Obviously, our decent characters are still so arrogant.

Sherlock looked at him impatiently, while the British government ordered its ace agent, "Sebastian, please get Vesper Lind out."

Well, the people in charge at River House, in order to maintain their dominance, have started ordering the lackeys to get Vespa out of the interrogation room, who seems to be flirting.

Mycroft Holmes stood in the monitoring room behind the glass wall, and the cold light from the white woven lamp shone on him, showing an invincible aura.

He doesn't allow his emotions to go off the rails, those things are only allowed to exist on the premise of not affecting his self-control, and at this time, he is convincing himself——

His dissatisfaction with the intimate scene in front of him was only because Moriarty was a crime boss, not because the woman was Vesper Lind.

See, the British government is really good at deceiving itself sometimes.

Sherlock sneered, "The self-control you are so proud of is almost vulnerable to her."

Mycroft Holmes can refuse the temptation of sweets, but she may not be able to resist this French girl named Vesper Lind. She is deadlier than sweets and is good at softening the bones of men.

"This has nothing to do with you, Xiali." The British government smiled, false and perfunctory.

The consulting detective looked at him with disdain, "Don't call me Xiali, Mike."

Another ace agent behind Mycroft Holmes who hadn't had time to retreat: ...I don't want to see the boss and his younger brother fight each other at all. It's too dangerous to watch, and retaliation is fatal!

In the interrogation room, Vesper was looking at the intelligence agent who suddenly entered. She remembered this handsome young man, who was one of the agents who had interrogated Moriarty before.

The reason why she was impressed was that after he was irritated by Moriarty's refusal to cooperate, he lost control and had a brief physical dispute with him. Fortunately, another agent stopped him in time.

Moriarty gave him a lazy look, "Look at this guy, standing on the side of justice makes him so irritable and stupid."

Vespa almost wanted to roll his eyes, these villains always open their mouths.

Agent Moran let out a long sigh of relief, bowed his head slightly to pay tribute to Vesper, "Mr. Holmes asked you to leave this interrogation room."

Moriarty frowned, "The Holmes family is always so disgusting."

Vespa spread his hands, "You have nowhere to go."

The corner of Moriarty's mouth twitched, and he whispered menacingly in her ear, "If you get out of this gray house, I'll blow up Afghanistan."

Vespa: Endless blah blah blah blah blah!Why is the villain always so violent!

She looked at the criminal Napoleon in front of her, his brown eyes full of dark shadows were murderous, before entering this interrogation room, he was obviously searched for all communication tools, except for this elegant suit, he had no weapons and contact tools.

But his posture of controlling everything at this time made Vespa dare not act rashly.

She cleared her throat. "I can't stay here forever. This is MI[-], not my high-end apartment in Westminster."

"Speaking of that apartment—" Moriarty smiled bewitchingly, "I thoroughly enjoyed that hug."

Vespa shrugged, "It means the opposite to me. I hope to completely forget the bad experience of being pointed at the heart with a sniper rifle by a few top assassins."

Moriarty glanced at the young agent, then raised his eyebrows at Vesper, his beautiful caramel-colored eyes were full of evil interest, "Sweety, do you want to play something fun?"

Vespa subconsciously took a breath, "—here?"

"Of course, honey," the criminal mastermind pulled out a completely out of place Blackberry from his suit pocket, "Is there anything in the world that shows my abilities better than doing evil under the watchful eyes of the British Army Intelligence Bureau [-] .”

Mycroft in the monitoring room immediately sank his face. He called Agent Moran in the interrogation room through the micro-communicator, but he did not get any reply as expected.

At the same time, the impenetrable interrogation room was instantly locked, blocking all MI[-] agents from the door.

Suddenly the sirens sounded, the screeching noise filled MI[-], and the lights flickered like a naughty child flicking a switch for fun.

—The security system at the River House is out of control.

Vespa looked at Agent Moran, only to find that he took a step back and lowered his head slightly, with an expression of undisguised awe for Moriarty.

The criminal Napoleon turned his head, "Sweety, let's meet, this excellent Sebastian Moran agent is one of the four top assassins."

"Sebastian Moran?" Vespa's voice rose.

The number one sharpshooter of the British Army in "Sherlock Holmes", the confidant of Professor James Moriarty, known as "the second most dangerous man in London"?

Is the humanoid British government too unreliable?People's undercover agents are lurking in your home field, hello!

Vespa slowed his breathing, and turned his gaze to the BlackBerry in Moriarty's hand, "Colonel Moran put it in your suit pocket with the help of the dispute three or ten minutes ago?"

"Well," Moriarty shrugged, "this is really exciting. A group of intelligence agency agents surround you, and you end up teasing you like a blind man."

Vespa pursed his lips, "What are you going to do?"

Moriarty's beautiful caramel-colored eyes flashed a strange light, and his tone was excited, "How about a century-old case that shocked London?"

Vespa's lips moved, "You hacked the security system of MI[-], which is enough for you to show the world your extraordinary criminal talent."

"In London, not only the River House has the strictest security measures," Moriarty wrapped his fingertips around her waist, fiddled with the BlackBerry with one hand, and then raised the screen to her eyes, " Pick one, baby."

His voice was soft and bewitching, and Vespa subconsciously looked at the phone screen, which showed three icons, with branches marked Tower of London, Bank of England, and Bentonville Prison.

Vespa tried his best to hide the small tension in his heart. Damn it, the two Holmes haven't been able to break through this tightly locked interrogation room. Where did the usual flamboyant talents go?

She said calmly, "I don't like creating chaos, Jim."

Moriarty smiled at his brunette, and he said softly, "Honey, if you don't pick one, I'm going to have their security systems fail in sync and detonate a bomb or something."

...what-the-fuck!You take good care of your villain, why drag her into the water?

"Not negotiable?"

"yeap."

"..."

So why does she, a good citizen of the Commonwealth and permanent secretary of the Treasury, have anything to do with invading the Tower of London and blowing up the Bank of England!

Moriarty looked at Vesper's eyes as deep as the pitch-black night, "Sweety, I will not let you stand on the side of justice. You are my femme fatale."

Moriarty pinched her chin and pressed a kiss on her lips with a pleasant voice—

"In any case, a good show is about to be staged."