[Captain Detective] Captain Detective

[SS: If you knew us in the past, you would beat us together in the present. 】

Now people, the quality is really incredible, my sister, I am wearing a miniskirt with my thighs exposed, and I have been winking for so long on the street on a rainy day, no one said to borrow my sister to smoke a cigarette.

And I just sat in the front of a police car on the side of the road because my legs were sore, and I ended up being taken back to the police station.

Because of my addiction to cigarettes, I squeezed my little finger with my index finger and thumb.Damn it, it's raining today and you can't smoke. There's a place to shelter from the rain, and it's still under control.

The makeup was smeared, the clothes were soaked, and it was uncomfortable to stick to the body.I twist around, trying to make the pose as sexy as possible.A female police officer with black hair and blue-green eyes next to me looked up at me, then tilted her head to look at the Sheriff of Scotland Yard not far away.

The sheriff was black and looked super serious.But obviously, he's a married gay...well, with a couple of extramarital affairs...that's what Brits and Yankees like to do.

He didn't know that I disliked him, but he glanced at me rather disdainfully: "Standing on the street in the rainy weather, I really risked it for money... Sallers, who brought this eyeliner girl back?"

The female police officer was still sitting behind the computer, writing something with a pen in her hand.She said flatly in a super cute German accent: "I don't know, probably the police officer Kosko who was on duty today brought it back. After all, it's raining outside, and she's an extreme feminist."

The voice was pretty nice, I cast a wink at her, but unfortunately she didn't even look at me.

"Where's Kosko? Why didn't she bring this woman to interrogation?"

"She had a stomachache as soon as she brought the eyeliner girl back, and she went to the toilet. It has been half an hour and she hasn't come back." Officer Sallers said succinctly.

The black sheriff became more and more impatient: "Take her to the interrogation room to ask!"

"But sir, I'm going to get off work soon, I have to go shopping-"

"Fuck your chocolate!" The black sheriff slapped the table angrily, and the whole office glanced at it, all with "here it goes again" expressions on their faces, and then went about their own business.

The black sheriff continued: "This is not the Washington you used to be! I am not your officer who is soft at first glance! I will do what I say! Go to the interrogation!"

Tsk, the tone is really bad, and he doesn't have a good English accent. It seems that he has to add sex/unsatisfactory life to his analysis.I rolled my eyes, spoiling my mood.

The female police officer stood up meekly and muttered: "Okay, you are the boss, you have the final say. This is what you want me to go..." She stood in front of me, I was not handcuffed, She just grabbed my forearm.

"Also," the black sheriff added, "take her to the interrogation room inside. The monitor outside was broken yesterday and hasn't been repaired."

The female police officer nodded and dragged me into the police station.

She was short, and I couldn't help reaching out to touch the top of her head, and she grabbed it with one hand.

We came to the inner interrogation room, but someone was already interrogating inside.The female police officer shouted at the top of her voice: "Sir! Someone is already inside!"

"Then change to another one, you idiot! Where is your cleverness while waiting for the toilet!" The black sheriff quickly yelled back.

Officer Sallers pouted, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Yes, sir, this is what you want me to go..."

I laughed too, and was obediently pushed into the first interrogation room by Officer Sallers. Before she could close the door, I took the initiative to close the door and lock it by the way.

Before I could turn around, the cold muzzle hit my wet back.

"Guten Abend (German: Good evening), I have been in London for more than half a year, did you just remember to look for me, SueSue?" The familiar German was spoken by a familiar voice.

Hearing that nickname, I squinted my eyes with satisfaction, and replied in the same German accent: "Ellie, my love—I want to see you so much after being away from you for five and a half years—"

"Damn it." Ellie said annoyed, her grip on my arm tightened a bit.

"No matter how much you miss me, you don't have to grab me so hard, do you? Look, the door of the interrogation room is locked, and the gun is in your hand. What's more, this is Scotland Yard. What are you afraid of?"

Ellie sneered: "If I don't grab you, you'll disappear in front of me with a 'whoosh' in the next fucking second!"

"You have lived in Washington for a long time, and you don't believe me anymore—" I said aggrievedly.

She still sneered: "Say it yourself, are you trustworthy?"

"Since when did our relationship become so broken?"

"It probably started when you tried to kill me."

"Oh, don't say that, we are good friends who once confessed our supernatural abilities to each other—we also agreed to be each other's angels—" I touched her arm stickily.

"Yeah, after I told you that I can predict the future and death, you set me on fire in order to find out how far I can predict death-I almost became an angel." She grabbed it with her backhand Hold my arm.

"Don't worry about it all the time, anyway, you have lived well to this day—"

"Yeah, except for the burned back you gave me, and the bikini and halter gown that you can never wear." She said, as calmly as ever.

This is the good girl I brought up!Nothing has changed!I took a few steps closer, looked at this girl who was still not as tall as me even though she was an adult, and gently hooked her chin: "Don't forget, the person who prevented you from cutting your wrists to commit suicide back then was my sister—— "

As I spoke, I stretched out my hand to stroke her scarred left wrist.

Yes, I did set her on fire, just to see how far she could see death.But before she saw it, I suddenly felt bored watching the tongue of fire licking her back, and I was a little bit sad that she died, so I put out the fire for her and sent her to the hospital.

Well, she was perfect back then, except for the ruined back.

But because of this, the girl was curious about whether she could see her own death, and then after the burns healed, she cut her wrists and committed suicide in the bathroom, and I stopped after I found out.Of course, I waited for her to die before saving her, because I also wondered if she could not see her own death.

She has never seen her own death, because every time I can't bear her to die.

Ellie took the gun away from her hand, and looked at me coldly: "You look really good in a whore/girl outfit, and the makeup like ghost marks is even better, I can't even tell that you are a mixed race."

I proudly replied: "That must be, what I do is to achieve excellence!"

"Yes, yes, you are smart, you have a high IQ, and you are good at everything, even the kidnapping case." Ellie said perfunctorily, sat behind the interrogation table, and motioned to me with her eyes, "What are you doing, eyeliner girl?" , Sit down, and introduce the details of your work by the way."

I lazily sat behind the interrogation table used by prisoners: "Come and torture me, dear police officer—"

"Rather than torture you, I'd rather hand you over to S.H.I.E.L.D. so I can go back to working in Washington." Ellie didn't even look at me, picked up a pen and started writing in her notes.

The addiction to cigarettes has been teasing me, I licked my lips, but tasted the taste of inferior lipstick.I spit a few mouthfuls before I remembered that my lipstick was slipped from the pocket of an aunt in the subway this morning in order to dress up like this.

I usually don't use this kind of inferior red lipstick.

"Why do you miss S.H.I.E.L.D. so much?" I changed my position and raised my left leg. She looked like she didn't want to talk to me, so I smiled, "Oh yes, I have Godiva's chocolates in my pocket."

Ellie raised her head instantly: "Show it up soon, you despicable servant!"

"Before I give it to you," I pinched the piece of chocolate in my pocket and teased her with a smile, "shouldn't you explain your plain attire? Are you in love? Or with a... um , pathetic conservative? Oh, just a crush, right? So pathetic..."

"You know, I learned a lot in S.H.I.E.L.D.." Ellie changed the subject solemnly, "Although Chief Potato is not a very reliable person, he is a successful superior who knows a lot and is very practical. .”

Praise the current boss in front of me, the former boss?She really dared to do it.I made a gesture of all ears: "Let's listen to it."

"For example," she took out the gun again, loaded it slowly, and pointed it at me, "the best way to threaten others is to pull out the gun, not to listen to her talk, let alone talk on my own. And now I , I don’t want to listen to your reasoning, I just want you to hand over the chocolate.”

I stared at her closely: "Just for a little chocolate, are you willing to shoot me?"

"Hey, look at your words, am I reluctant?" She smiled so sincerely, I didn't know she could still laugh like this, who did she learn from, "Since you were willing to set me on fire, I I'm willing to do anything to you."

"Then can you guarantee that the bullet can hit me before I teleport away?" I stretched out the index finger and thumb of my left hand, making a movement to snap my fingers.

Ellie smiled with one corner of her mouth curled up: "Then, I will never see you in private again, you messed up the monitor in the interrogation room of Scotland Yard, and you dressed up like this ghost, and you will be in vain in the rain .And, if there is a chance, I will personally arrest you and go to S.H.I.E.L.D. to claim credit—you should believe that I am willing, right?"

Listen to this confident tone!

I can't believe that the good girl I used to live in Washington for five years has become so casual and powerful in threatening people.

From a parent's point of view, S.H.I.E.L.D. is pretty good.

I nodded with satisfaction: "You have grown up well, now it seems that the decision to let you go was very correct." Then I threw the chocolate over, "This is your reward for growing up."

Ellie successfully got my chocolate, put her legs on the table, and ate it with relish.

And as a prostitute in disguise, I had to write the interrogation report for her.While writing, I looked at this girl I hadn't seen in five and a half years.

She is still so thin, a typical example of wasting food.

I still remember when I first met her, she was a chubby baby girl.

Ellie and I are both Germans and grew up in a children's welfare home called Golden Apple in Bremen.

I came to the orphanage right after I was born. I was the first mixed-race girl here, and also the first child with supernatural powers.However, 16 years later, the second supernatural child, ten-year-old Eleanor Sallers, came.

Unlike all of our children who were forced to come to orphanages, she came on her own.At the time, she was plump, wearing a chocolate-colored Lolita dress and holding a box of Godiva chocolates. She was a little princess from the upper world.

She is indeed a little princess of the upper class. Her family is in the beer business and is very rich. It is a pity that her parents died unexpectedly. She was squeezed out by relatives who attacked her and she voluntarily lived in an orphanage. It is a pity that such a large sum of money heritage.

Ellie donated all the Lolita dresses and Godiva chocolates to the orphanage in a very good way, in exchange for the welcome of all the bear children in the hospital.As the oldest child at the time, I admired her - she knew how to please others at such a young age.

But I beat her up anyway, because I am the king of kids here, and she didn't leave me a piece of chocolate with the excuse of "no chocolate for adults".

At that time, beating her was very enjoyable, but then I was miserable.Mainly because of her eyes.

The children in the orphanage always fight with the children outside the institution, and the director repeatedly prohibits them.At first, as the only child, I had to take the lead in fighting back.But I was not beaten, and was almost beaten by a group once.

It was Ellie, who was already 12 years old, who helped out that time.Since then, I also know that she also has supernatural powers.And unlike me who couldn't use the ability correctly at that time, she can already use it proficiently.

Before anyone could hit her, she had already dodged.But when others want to hide, she can block their escape route - every time I watch her fight, I feel very happy.

That was the first time she participated in a group fight, and it was also the beginning of her gradual journey into martial arts, and her baby fat body gradually became slim and strong-although her size has not changed since she was 16 years old.

Realizing that I might never be able to play her anymore in terms of fighting, I wisely chose Wen's path.

Unlike me, who has a super-high IQ, can learn everything at once, Ellie has a low IQ.Usually academic performance can only be said to be so-so.I would like to mention language learning in particular.

She started to learn English with me. After I finished learning English and started learning Chinese and even learned the northern and southern accents of Chinese, she was finally able to communicate normally with people from English-speaking countries. She was too patriotic. The intoxicating German accent can't be changed.

It's so stupid.

After eating the chocolate, Ellie crumpled the wrapping paper and threw it towards me: "Tell me, what happened to the prism?"

I looked at her curiously: "What will happen to the prism?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid. If nothing happened, what happened to the kidnapping of senior officials in Washington last year?"

"The purpose of the prism is to stop all violations of human rights." I said solemnly.

"Fart," she gave me a sideways look, "you started Prism because you were so bored/painful and looking for something to do. The world thinks you are the absolute defender of human rights and what leading a new century of transparent government management actions Gandhi and Mandela, that's bullshit! I don't know you yet!"

It's okay to be exposed by her, I shrugged indifferently: "So?"

"What's the matter with the leader BloodRed? Don't wonder why I know," Ellie, who has a low IQ, actually showed an arrogant expression of "I'm very smart", "With your distorted mood like showing off a child, there must be a newcomer joining You have to introduce me to others! And that BR only knows that I have a reward, but doesn't know me, it's so fucking abnormal!"

I couldn't help applauding her wit: "It's incredible that you discovered this."

"Tell me the business!"

Although she said she was going to leave, Ellie still cared about the prism.In other words, she still cares about me as an old lady.I changed my posture, raised my right leg, suppressed the craving for cigarettes, and told her in the calmest tone: "Ellie, the prism no longer exists."

"……dreaming?"

"in reality."

"...you disbanded?"

"No, it was invaded by others - the dove occupies the magpie's nest, do you understand?"

She glared at me in disbelief: "Wait, are you telling me that the tissue you raised was under your nose being scooped up by other pigs?"

It was good that she could figure it out that way.I raised my forehead: "Yes."

"Hey..." Ellie stood up and sat down again, "In this way, all the comic books I hid in the underground headquarters in London will be gone?"

It's really her nature, she doesn't care about me first, but cares about those broken cartoons first.I was very patient: "Not necessarily, they probably like comics too."

Ellie nodded, thinking it made sense.Then she leaned across the table: "What's going on here?"

I looked down at the nail polish that was dyed bright red: "You have been under S.H.I.E.L.D. for so many years, have you heard of Hydra?"

"...Hydra (Hydra)..." Ellie flinched suddenly, and I saw a girl-like admiration on her face.This surprised me very much.As far as I know, she has never had a girlish heart since she was ten years old.

"What are you thinking?" I asked her.

Ellie asked me very seriously: "Which Hydra?"

I was thinking about how many Hydras there are, and I heard her say: "Is it the Hydra that Captain America crushed during World War II?! The organization created by the Red Skull who was defeated by Captain America?!"

"...The person you have a crush on is not Captain America, is it?"

She grabbed my hand violently, her eyeballs filled with silver-blue light: "Do you need me to do something to defeat Hydra? I can do anything I want!"

"...Calm down first, it's better to listen to me."

The fact that the prism was corrupted by Hydra must be a shame that will never be erased in my life.

Five years ago, I admit that I was a little radical about the kidnapping of the British Prime Minister, and it is normal for Ellie to opt out.After all, her three views are more positive than mine—only a little bit.

Ellie has an agreement with me. If she wants to leave, I will not stop her, but she will not reveal all the secrets of the prism in a frantic manner.She also dared to tell who I am, what I can do, and my higher IQ.The rest, she dared to say, I dared to burn - burn her comic books.

Her departure will anger the rest of the organization, and I can guess.It's just that I didn't expect that they would be so fierce, completely disregarding my order, and asking a high price of 8000 million US dollars on the black market.

Grandma's, 8000 million is not a small amount for the upright prism.

Although I canceled all the arrest warrants in the end, I have been a little strange since then.

It wasn't until after Ellie left that I put on makeup and went for a walk in the Golden Apple Children's Orphanage, but was ambushed and almost died, that I realized something was wrong.

Ellie is gone, and the only people in the organization who can keep track of my whereabouts are AppleGreen and MoonBlue.

The only ones who might betray me are the two of them.

It was a thrilling experience.The sniper hiding in the dark first shot me in the thigh and then in the left shoulder.

Before he came again, I had already touched his position, snapped my fingers, and teleported out.

I didn't dare to appear in front of him, I just hid in the shadows and saw the sniper - holding a gun that looked awesome, wearing a mask and goggles, and his hair was messed up for decades Not washed.

When I saw him, I thought of a piece of information once collected by the prism, a piece of information about a secret assassin.

When he got up because he couldn't find me, I saw his steel left arm with a red star printed on it.

A cold and biting murderous intent formed a cold background music, like a ghost screaming - The Winter Soldier, sure enough.

I know, he saw me.

But before he could kill me, I desperately teleported to the safe house that only I knew, almost gritting my teeth and surviving.

Later, without the order of my leader, the prism miraculously chose to sink into the ground.If the mother tells me that everything is as usual, I will kill myself immediately.

I was glad that Ellie was under the protection of S.H.I.E.L.D. before the accident.But as I secretly investigated deeply, I discovered a shocking secret.

"...Hydra, that is, S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Ellie struggled to finish the sentence. "S.H.I.E.L.D., that is, Hydra?"

"Yes."

"...Do you have any evidence?"

"There are, but don't expect me to bring them out to meet you."

Ellie swallowed and lowered her voice: "So, what happened to the prism kidnapping case led by BR?"

"BloodRed is someone who adores Prism and desperately wants to join us. I think he's great, so I do him a favor and let him realize his dream."

"...You made him think that he joined the Prism, and that the kidnapping was what the Prism wanted him to do, right?" Ellie paused, "You also made him cooperate with other organizations and send out my wanted price reduction everywhere make."

I nodded: "very smart."

"But what's the point of you putting so much effort into doing this?"

I pointed at her: "Didn't you just sit in front of me?"

"...Did you find you for me?"

"I want to see you in the past, but you are under strict surveillance in the United States, and I also need you to come to Europe to help me." I smiled and nodded, "What's more, I should also remind Hydra, sister, I Still alive."

Ellie propped up her chin, frowning and thinking: "So, SHIELD, or the agreement that Hydra wants the US government to pass..."

"Oh, that's another creepy thing," I leaned back and fanned my hand, "I'm not going to tell you all about it right away. Like you can't live without chocolate for a while, I also can't leave my smoke for too long."

Ellie rolled her eyes again: "It's fine not to tell me, in case I get caught. What do you need me to do for you?"

"It's very simple, follow me to the underground headquarters in London, bring out the world intelligence I have accumulated over the years, and take your comic book away by the way-don't be ashamed to stay there."

"Then when?"

"There's got to be a moment when there's a huge mess," I rubbed my chin, "because it's just the two of us, so it'd be best if there was a blackout in London, or something like last year's battle in New York."

"... Then we have to wait until the year of the monkey."

"If you don't have us, make it yourself. Also, you have to work hard and strive to return to Washington as soon as possible." I stood up and handed her the nonsense interrogation statement I wrote, "Even if you were suspected in the kidnapping case last time, You also have to go back with suspicion and work under the nose of the headquarters, which is very interesting."

"It's like this every time. Let me be at the front, and you make suggestions at the back. It's very leisurely." Ellie also stood up and took the interrogation statement.

"Hey, change the subject," I laughed. "How is my son? Can you take him out for a walk sometime? I miss him!"

Ellie smirked: "Stop dreaming, I left it in Washington."

"...Fuck! That's my son, not yours!"

"Yes, it's your son, not mine."

"You bastard!"

After leaving Scotland Yard, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, the rain had stopped and the air was clear.

When I said that there is no chaos, you create your own chaos, and I did not say this casually.

I like England.Here are the gentlemen and the most hairy men, with the most elegant and sexy accents, minus the inevitable baldness, how this place looks like my ideal paradise.

That's why I have my headquarters here.

Unfortunately, for my purpose, I can also kill this beautiful place.

I finally lit a cigarette, and tried to make the eye sockets of my exhalation appear in the shape of a circle.In this world, only a perfect circle is the ultimate beauty and the gospel for treating obsessive-compulsive disorder.

I turned and walked down the street.

When I walked to a place with few people, the sound of footsteps following me was quite obvious.I walked silently with my head down until suddenly someone grabbed my arm.

The man had an expression of "I know you're in this business" and was very obscene. Before he could say anything, I smiled and said, "I'm sorry, please don't touch me."

After speaking, when the other party didn't react, I pulled out a pocket pistol/gun from under the short skirt, aimed at his head and disconnected the gun.

The short-sighted guy gradually fell down.

Blood splattered on my face, and I had the thrill of building the prism and doing whatever I wanted.

I smiled with satisfaction and snapped my fingers.