Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

Unnamed followed the mysterious helper all the way until he reached the place where he could see the sky again.This is a roof, or a helipad.

A helicopter with its hatch wide open was waiting for him.

"Can I make a phone call first?" Unknown asked.

The agent took out his mobile phone and handed it to Anonymous without any objection.

The latter dialed the number of Deadpool, who had long been memorized.

"Hello, welcome to the Deadpool hotline, it's very hot," the familiar voice said on the other side, "Kill or set fire, brother provides all services - fire prevention is better, that's hotter!"

"Hi, Wade," Anonymous interrupted Deadpool's advertisement helplessly, "it's me."

"Sweetheart!! You haven't called my brother for a total of 26 hours, 9 minutes and 13 seconds!" Deadpool who lived on the other end of the phone jumped up excitedly, and then bumped his head, "Are you okay? Did the mission go well?"

"It went very well," the anonymous said, "Wade, how are your four little gifts?"

"Almost," Deadpool began to babble about how he went through hardships and obstacles to find these four small gifts for Anonymous, and finally how he smuggled them back to the United States.

Anonymous sat in the back seat of the helicopter while listening.

"By the way, Zemo said sweetheart that your boss paid the money thief in time." Deadpool heard the noise of the helicopter engine starting on the unnamed side, and hurriedly said, "I'm a little envious, unlike my previous employer, who still Brother Yao threatened to cut off an indescribable part of him!"

Unknown silently laughed on the other side of the receiver.This was not the work of Moran or Moriarty.

This 'Dongfeng' is very meticulous in his work.

After a tired Deadpool goodbye, he hung up the phone and returned the phone to the secret agent who was a part-time helicopter pilot.

They set off from this military base, ignoring all warnings on the ground, and headed towards an island around the United Kingdom.

Sherinford, is a nominally 'non-existent' prison for the most dreadful criminals.

Unnamed was fortunate enough to set foot on this island as a non-prisoner, but if he was caught here, he might not even think about leaving.

The strange thing is that everyone from the warden to every jailer turned a blind eye to him and allowed him to enter the prison according to the most normal procedures.

Lowest level.

The iron gate opened, and this was obviously a 'restricted area', and the security guard who had brought in the unnamed man stopped outside the gate.He walked alone through the long corridor to the room at the end.

The lights above the head are controlled by motion sensors, and the lights dispel the shadows along the way.

Until the snow-white door at the end automatically opened for him, the lights at the back were all turned off as if to save electricity.

Unknown stepped into the room, and the incandescent lights around him turned on at the same time the moment he stepped on the ground in the room.

This is an exceptionally empty and simple room, consisting of an empty half and a ward that is close to a prison cell but much larger and separated by glass.

In the ward, where the lights gather, a woman in a white hospital gown stands with her back to an unidentified person.

Anonymous took the first two steps seemingly casually.

There was no trace of dust on the hospital gown, and the uppers of the shoes were impossibly clean.It seems that she has not stepped out of this ward for a long time.

The woman holds a violin in her left hand, which hangs naturally, and holds a bow in her right hand.

As soon as Unnamed made a move, she seemed to be able to see what was happening behind her. She raised her hand and clamped the piano between her left shoulder and chin, pressed the strings with her left hand, and the bow of her right hand began to jump on the strings.

The music was very gentle at the beginning, and as the untitled gradually approached, it revealed a strange and joyful melody.

Unnamed noticed a black warning line marked on the ground, echoing the warning 'Do not approach within three feet' on the entire glass that makes up the ward.

He stepped on the black line, and the violin's tune suddenly picked up speed, obviously showing a sense of warning.

Unnamed stopped.

The wood of the violin in the woman's hand is smooth, far better than any machine or manual polishing can achieve, especially the part that touches her skin when playing, it can be seen that the owner often uses this violin.

Her hair is messy, and it can be seen that she hasn't taken care of it for a long time, and there is probably no need for it here.

"I'm Olos Holmes," she turned around, put the violin on the ground, and looked at the unknown.

Her series of movements were indescribably graceful and light, obviously she didn't look very slow, but there was an indescribable sense of oppression.

Unnamed was sizing up Olos, but he was very careful to keep his gaze within a 'polite' range, so as not to express any hostility.

"Miss Holmes, why do you want to see me?" he asked directly.

Olos' expression didn't change, but her tone seemed to become genuinely curious.

"Don't you want to see me?" she asked.

Unknown was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized.

"Yes, actually I have a suggestion," Anonymous laughed, "We can go and rob SHIELD together."

It seems that he is not talking about invading S.H.I.E.L.D. with a prisoner who is locked in a prison with the highest security level in the UK and whose top-secret files do not exist, but he is inviting a lady to have afternoon tea.

"What can drive me across the ocean to attack countries far away in America?" Olos asked softly, and she took a step forward.

The same goes for unnamed.

She wasn't pretending she was still a poor little prisoner, and it was worthless to talk nonsense with open eyes.

Unnamed had already crossed the three-foot cordon, and was approaching Olos more clearly, this time she didn't make a sound to stop her.In the habitual distraction of observing the surrounding environment, he found that there was something wrong with the light and shadow in this room.

"For reasons that are not so dull," replied the anonymous, "some fresh air is good for physical health, and new things have the same effect on the mind."

"That's the reason James would use," Olos said with a blank expression, her eyes fixed on Unknown, forcing him to look into her eyes too, "I don't pursue that kind of excitement."

She called Moriarty exactly the Christian name he hated the most.

"Every human being always has the desire to explore the unknown," Unnamed almost showed his personal experience in front of Olos, "No matter how huge the calculation is, there is an end. When you hit the ceiling, you will always think about it." Let's poke around and see what's up there."

Olos didn't respond, she took another step forward.

The same goes for Anonymous.

"I was sitting on the plane, alone, no one could hear me calling for help," continued Unnamed, "but I saw a whole new space, completely opposite to my cognition."

"And you brought this possibility," Olos's expression finally relaxed a little. The metaphor about being alone in the sky is just right, and it fits her inner dilemma.

Suffering from an infancy far beyond anyone's intelligence, Olos has never experienced the understanding of others, that is just a luxury.

When no amount of knowledge was enough to distract her, she turned her eyes back to humans, but the ensuing distrust and hurt of loved ones was enough to drive any sane person mad.

She felt that she was on a plane at high altitude, and there was no passenger around who could communicate with her. The pilot had encountered an accident and the plane was about to crash.

Her choice is only where it crashes, in a sparsely populated suburb or in the bustling city center.

What Unnamed was referring to wasn't the metaphor she had constructed for herself, but it was close enough.

So she chose to listen.

"I guess you know the Winter Soldier, Ms. Holmes," the anonymous smile said, "his fighting power is enough to tear a hole in the tightest defense circle of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Oulos smiled, her hair was still messy, but when she showed her first smile, her eyes contained the kind of confidence in controlling the overall situation, which could make the brightest stars pale.

Her beauty has nothing to do with makeup and clothing, it is purely her own charm.Just the slightest suggestion is enough to make anyone do anything, even suicide.

"But isn't his best friend your Captain America?" she asked, "How are you going to control him, and what are you going to use to get him to attack S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Behind the seemingly natural question, Unknown was introduced into a thinking trap: she was leading Unknown to 'control' the Winter Soldier with strong means.

Perhaps she knew of the existence of the red leather notebook, and also knew that it contained the code words to make the Winter Soldier obey orders.Maybe she doesn't know anything.

But looking into her gray eyes, it was hard for anyone to assume her ignorance.Her intelligence is far above all others enough to allow her to 'foresee' the future and understand the past.

If Moriarty's ability allows him to grow from a helpless and weak person who has been bullied since he was a child to a Napoleon in the criminal world; Sherlock's ability allows him to become a consulting detective and fight against Moriarty's crimes on his own Empire, then Olos—

If there is an incarnation of a god walking in the world, its name is Olos.

Unnamed is just a mortal, but he is an interesting mortal who often does things against the gods.

"No, Miss Holmes, it's better than one Winter Soldier, four," he stretched out his hand, passed through the layer of 'glass', bowed slightly, and spread the palm of his right hand in front of Olos, like an invitation in the palace. dancing gentleman.

It's just that he was not familiar with this kind of etiquette, which made his movements a little stiff, and the snow-white hospital gown on Oluosi's body looked even more nondescript.

This layer of protective glass does not actually exist, and not everyone can see through it.Olos successfully created the illusion of a glass cage with the frosted signs fixed on the iron railings and the black slogan "Please keep a distance of three feet" hanging a few feet above the ground.

In fact, she could step out of it whenever she wanted.

The fake glass trick was seen through by Unnamed, but the smile on Oluosi's face became more real. She took Unnamed's hand, stepped forward, and stepped out of this only symbolic, but actually has no binding force on her. cage.

Like the queen leaving her throne.

The author has something to say: Yes, I am a Dongfeng girl.

If it doesn't work, you can treat her as an original character. The next chapter is Loki.

Sorry, Jinjiang smoked it, I reposted it to show up...

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