Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

The task given by Moriarty was very simple, to ambush near Dr. John Watson, and if he did not receive instructions when the time came, he would shoot him in the head.

Dr. Watson is the assistant of Sherlock Holmes and the author of the blog I read anonymously.

Although he is a retired soldier, no one, except for those who can almost be regarded as symptoms of persecution delusion, will not prevent being headshot by a sniper in their daily life.

The unnamed location is very good. From this floor, you can see the movement of Dr. Watson in the opposite house. Even if Watson is out, the unnamed can easily turn the angle of view to follow.

So the biggest challenge of this task, for Anonymous, is to watch the target dangling in front of his eyes, but he cannot shoot.

Unknown decided that he must maintain a high degree of concentration, otherwise the boss might deduct his salary if he slipped his hand and pulled the trigger.

So he dutifully stared at Watson making tea, eating biscuits, and reading a book for a total of one hour and 58 minutes.

Then he felt a little bit overwhelmed.

A game lasts three to 10 minutes. He has never had the experience of being motionless for hours, staring at a middle-aged man's worrying hairline in a daze.

"Well, Moran," Unnamed said, shifting a bit, to the sniper on the other side of the headset, "I have a question."

This bad habit of talking on the phone in the middle of the mission may also be learned from Deadpool.

Unnamed heard a small sound on the earphone side, probably because Moran adjusted his fixed posture.

"Ask." Came a deep male voice.

"What is the signal that the task is canceled?" Unknown asked in a very serious tone like a good student who asked the teacher a question.

Hearing the unnamed question, Moran chose to remain silent, and began to reflect on whether the quality of the people he hired was really not good enough.

Or is it that American mercenaries have never read the basic manual of "101 Precautions for Villains", and don't know that as a villain—or a killer hired by a villain—absolutely can't be so unreasonable?

Look at these criminals in my family, even if they are serial killers recruited by amateurs, and their main business is driving taxis, their speech and behavior are very good on the table, and they don't lose the face of the villain group at all.

How can there be such a situation?

It's a pity that if I obey my heart at this time and ignore him, I'm afraid there will be a big mess in the end.

"If Sherlock Holmes committed suicide by jumping off the roof of the hospital, he wouldn't have to perform the mission," Moran explained patiently.But why did he feel that once he said this, the compulsion of the whole plan was lowered by more than one level?

Next time I still have to find an Englishman, the Englishman is less talkative and will pretend to be aggressive.Moran silently praised the British mercenary in his heart.

"Oh," Unknown suddenly realized, "it's that long-faced detective."

That's right, Moran agreed with it in his heart, but he looked at the situation on the hospital roof with a sniper scope and felt that he could no longer chat.

"Is there a live broadcast?" After a long silence, the anonymous asked again.

There is an urge to answer, there is an urge to complain about the live broadcast, and there is an urge to post barrage.Moran always thought of himself as a strong-willed soldier, a gold medal sniper who could stay in one position for 48 hours.

Until he met an anonymous (Deadpool) chat.

Are you the devil?

Can't talk anymore, let's talk about wage deductions.

Moran refused to speak again, and turned the headset to a one-way mute mode, simply preventing the anonymous use of noise from hindering his concentration.

Anonymous no longer ask unnecessary questions.He noticed instead that Dr. Watson seemed to be on the phone and hurried out the door.He pans the camera and moves from window to window, keeping Watson in his view at all times.

Watson's goal is a hospital, an ordinary building. If there is anything special about it, it is probably because the two people, consulting criminals and consulting detectives, had their final duel on the roof of this hospital.

Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty, two of the craziest men in London, detective and criminal.

Moriarty set trap after trap, starting with letting the media frame Sherlock, using public opinion as a weapon, and now he is finally approaching his final curtain call.

On the roof of this hospital, Moriarty is going to force Sherlock to commit suicide - he enjoys the feeling of putting the choice of life and death in Sherlock's own hands, and then watching Sherlock smash it with his own hands.

Much better than one pistol/gun, one bullet, or ten.

'Admit it,' he said with a laugh, 'Charlie, we don't need rude hot weapons to kill. '

The game experience is extremely poor, which is how Sherlock Holmes feels at this time.

Just like when playing a game, you know who the Boss is at the end of the level, but you can only pass through a series of levels, and suddenly meet a man who has been blessed with berserk and whose combat power is at least three or four times that of usual.

Of course, it cannot be said here that Moriarty suddenly became a three-meter giant, and he was not even taller than Sherlock, but the news he brought did make him several times more difficult than usual.

"I have three snipers," Moriarty said casually, as if talking about the weather rather than the lives of three people, "and they're looking at Dr. Watson, Miss Molly, and Detective Greg."

The high, unobstructed gust of wind made it harder to hear Moriarty's voice.

Maybe that's part of the plan too.

Sherlock needs to focus 100% on him: not just to hear Moriarty's conditions, but also to analyze the opponent's every move.

Moriarty enjoyed the detective's attention, and it was like a drug that kept him on the cloud.

"Come on, say hello," Moriarty held up the phone, and the screen showed a picture of a scope, aiming at Watson's head. Sherlock knew it was a real-time broadcast, because Watson was passing by a station. This train No. 32 will stop at the station at the same time as No. 45 only when it is on time at 17:[-] pm every day.

It's exactly three forty-five.

"So, you can kill John at any time," Sherlock said, his tone was very calm, not at all anxious about being threatened.

The indifference of the so-called 'high-functioning anti-social' is fully demonstrated by him. It would be even more convincing if he ignores the right hand that has been clenched to the bluish knuckles behind his back.

"Yes," Moriarty smiled like a child who just ate candy. He stood on the edge of the roof and looked down without fear, "I just said—"

"Say hello!" he yelled suddenly, so hoarse that Sherlock almost shuddered.Fortunately, he had long experienced Moriarty's nervousness, so he managed to stay calm.

If this lunatic didn't follow his script, he might let the sniper shoot immediately.Anything you consider trivial, any joke, becomes brutal fact in Moriarty's hands.

"Hi," so Sherlock relented.

"Oh... hello," an unexpectedly young and polite male voice came from the other end of the communication. The sniper even stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the camera, acting very friendly.

The accent sounds like an American, but the pronunciation is very standard, probably from a city in the eastern United States.

This hand was wearing a half-fingered black glove, and Sherlock could clearly see that there were no traces of calluses on the palm, but at the same time, this hand was very steady, as if he was really just saying hello to his friend on the other end of the phone, without any panic.

A qualified sniper does not have calluses worn out by holding guns all year round.

The gloves are not new either, and the wear marks on them match the firearms.The choice of half-finger gloves is very interesting, such a design does not cover fingerprints.The sniper was confident his identity would not be found in the database.

The glove on the ring finger of the left hand has an unnatural wrinkle in the shape of a ring: Is this person already married?No, judging by the age of the voice, it's more likely an engagement.

Since the ring itself is not visible, Sherlock cannot make further inferences.

Moriarty put away his phone, apparently not intending to let Sherlock continue to make friends with Unknown.

"You must have the secret word to terminate the mission," Sherlock said suddenly. "I just have to force you to say it, and this will be over. General, Jim, you lose."

"As long as I'm still alive, there's a way to get around suicide," Moriarty said unwaveringly. He excitedly swayed on the edge of the roof, turned around suddenly, and stretched out his right hand.

"Why don't you shake hands to celebrate, Xiali?" He blinked, and the madness in his eyes was about to overflow, "You see through me."

'See through', not 'beat'.

Sherlock reached out to shake hands with Moriarty. Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly clenched his wrist tightly, pulled out the pistol/gun from his pocket with his left hand, turned the barrel upside down, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Before he could react, Moriarty had already pulled the trigger, let go of Sherlock's first and last handshake, fell backwards, and fell hard on the concrete floor, blood flowing from the gunshot wound , and soon formed a pool of blood.

Sherlock just looked at the dead body of his old enemy, feeling endless absurdity.Thinking of oneself as part of the chessboard is probably a habit shared by both Sherlock and Moriarty.

At this moment he had to admit that Moriarty was himself in the mirror, another Sherlock who was cruel enough to choose to be a criminal.

He stepped onto the edge of the balcony and connected John Watson.

"It's not suspended animation," the unnamed sighed, "Mo Lan, your boss is so dedicated."

Of course, in the mute state, his words could not reach Moran's ears at all.But even if the voice transmission function hadn't been turned off, Moran probably wouldn't have been able to really understand what Anonymous was saying.

The author has something to say: I have a long talk today, sorry.

Anonymous is not playing soy sauce, M's every move has a deep meaning.

This greeting is already doomed that the unnamed will not be able to leave the meeting gracefully.

Summary of the previous story, probably H is a detective with a high IQ, and M is a criminal with a high IQ. The two hit it off (?) You chase after each other (?)

If you start to find it difficult to read or don't understand, please leave a comment.

Everyone, please don't misunderstand that M died because I think he is bad.On the contrary, he is very strong, so strong that I dare not write in such a short space, because his charm is that people can't figure it out, and it can't be shown in a few thousand words.

Another reason why M died so quickly is because the villain I want to write is not him: I am not afraid that he will be difficult to write, but I want to write another person who is more difficult to write.