Jarvis who has seen through everything

The car turned a corner, Jarvis raised his head, and reminded solemnly: "Sir, you are going in the wrong direction. Just now you should turn left and walk for 10 minutes, but since you are in the wrong direction now, according to your current direction Speed ​​per hour, I suggest you turn at the intersection in front of you after 5 minutes and go back the same way."

Peter sat aside and stared at the taxi driver's face through the mirror without blinking, his fists clenched slightly.

It was a middle-aged man who looked a little down and out. His hair on the sideburns was white and there were wrinkles around his eyes. He smiled and said, "Oh, I thought you were from other places. I didn't expect you to be so familiar with the road."

"Yes." Peter said cautiously: "We know the way, so you should turn."

"Don't be so nervous young man." The driver smiled, "That road is under repair, so I have to take you to another road."

Jarvis: "No, I'm pretty sure that road isn't being repaired, I've checked all the streets in London and it's clear now."

Peter tried to open the car door, but found that the door was locked. He squinted his eyes, raised one hand and put it on the front fence, and said in a low voice, "Sir?"

At this time, the car has gradually driven out of the city, the population is gradually thinning out, and the surrounding buildings are relatively deserted.

"..." The driver was silent for a while, then he chuckled and said, "Young people nowadays are always in a hurry." As he spoke, he took out a gun and pointed it backwards.

"Sit down for me!"

Jarvis glanced at it, and quickly said without changing his expression, "It's fake."

At the same time, Peter stretched out his long arm and snatched the pistol/gun directly through the gap of the protective fence while he was unprepared. He held it in his hand and looked at it.

In the next second, Jarvis took out a small black pistol from his pocket and aimed it directly at the back of the driver's head. The sound of loading was extremely clear in the small enclosed space.

The taxi serial killer who has never missed a hand has not reacted to the rapid changes in these few seconds, the fake pistol/gun in his hand has been snatched away, and now he is still threatened by a real gun, he His pupils shrank sharply, and through the rearview mirror, he happened to see two immature teenagers staring at him with expressionless eyes.

One held a loaded pistol/gun against his head, and the other bent his fake but good quality fake gun made of metal with his bare hands.

unarmed!It's bent!

Encountered stubble...

For a moment, the taxi driver's cold sweat flowed down.

Jarvis asked softly: "This one is real, do you want to try it?"

The driver's hands holding the steering wheel were bruised.

Peter looked at him coldly, and growled sharply: "Now, stop!"

With a sudden brake, a black friction mark was left on the deserted road, and there was a harsh braking sound.

Jarvis twirled the gun in his hand, put it away as if no one was there, and said, "Okay, let's turn now, then drive north for 300 meters, and then turn left." Then he turned his head and looked at Peter, "We have enough time, we can go to the police station first."

Peter nodded, looked at Jarvis, and asked, "Why do you carry a hand/gun with you? How did you pass the security check?"

"After all, this is what my family used to do," Jarvis said, "and that airport is under Tony's name."

"..." Peter said, "Does Mr. Stark know that you brought this?"

"Why don't you know?" Jarvis put the gun back in his pocket, and looked at Peter in surprise, seemingly without any sense of crisis facing a killer, he said, "He put the gun in my luggage. At least ten-figure firearms, or some other things, after all, such things can be seen everywhere in the building."

"..." Peter: "...you are right, when I went last time, I picked up a sofa cushion and found a hand/mine under it."

The taxi driver who was back on the road felt his back was soaked.

A vein popped up on his forehead, and he said, "It's useless for you to send me to the police station. Three years ago, as early as three years ago, I was found to be terminally ill. My time is running out, instead It's you." He looked into the pocket of Jarvis's gun through the perspective mirror, "Now I know that you have hidden firearms, you must not be serious students, why don't you let me go, it will be good for everyone .”

Peter frowned, "What's wrong with you?"

Jarvis: "Turn left ahead, then go straight for 500 meters, thank you."

driver:"……"

The driver was suffocating, but now the situation had reversed, and the person being threatened became himself, so he had no choice but to drive the car to the police station.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the police station. Peter got out of the car first. He walked to the main driver's door, watched the driver get out of the car, and then dragged his arm into the police station. Jarvis followed slowly.

In Scotland Yard, law enforcement officers came and went in a hurry, Peter directly dragged the driver to the front desk, "Excuse me, I want to report the crime."

When Peter reported the crime, Jarvis stood behind her and silently looked at Scotland Yard.

A bit, retro...

He glanced at the computer used by the front desk staff. It was a model that he could hack into in less than a second.

The kidnapping of foreign students at gunpoint is no longer a small problem once it rises to the international level. After a while, a female police officer named Sally Donavan rushed over.

In the office, Peter and Jarvis were taking notes, while Mr. Driver was locked in another room for a body search to prevent him from having other dangerous items on him.

Officer Donavan looked at the evidence provided by Peter on the table with a complicated expression, and said, "This, is that gun?"

"Uh..." Peter paused, then smiled, "Sorry, I overreacted at that time."

As he spoke, he picked up the metal fake gun and snapped it back.

Officer Donavan opened his mouth, and finally said dryly, "Are you Americans so strong?"

Peter froze, scratched his hair, and smiled awkwardly.

"Officer Donavan!" At this moment, a staff member slammed the door open and came in, shouting in surprise: "We found something suspicious, it's two bottles of capsules!"

Officer Donovan stood up immediately, and she hurried outside, asking, "Is it the same bottle as the one left by the victim?"

"Yes, it's exactly the same. Now the capsules have been sent to the laboratory to test whether they are the same."

Before going out, Officer Donovan turned around and said to the two, "Please wait here for a while, someone will come to ask you about the situation soon."

After Officer Donovan left, Peter blinked and said to Jarvis: "It seems that he is not an ordinary kidnapper."

"En." Jarvis nodded, and said, "I'm afraid it's the serial killer that has caused panic in London recently."

"serial killer?"

"There have been a series of suicides in London recently. Four of them have taken place, all of whom died after taking poisonous capsules. The police in Scotland Yard have just classified these four cases as murder."

Peter frowned, "This is too bad."

"Hmm." Jarvis said, "But it's much better than New York destroying the world at every turn."

"..." Peter: What you said is so reasonable that I can't even refute it.

After about an hour or so, no one remembered that there were still two 'victims' waiting here, and the person who came this time was a police chief.

"Hello." He shook hands with the two, and then sat opposite them, with joy in his eyes, "I am Sheriff Lestrade, and the criminal you brought is a criminal in a recent serial murder case. Thank you for what you do."

"It doesn't matter." Peter shrugged, and smiled at him shyly, "Anyway, he planned to attack us from the beginning, but we are honored to be able to help."

Sergeant Lestrade picked up the fake pistol on the table, completely unable to tell that the pistol/gun had been bent just now, "I heard that you are recognizing that this is a fake pistol /Is it the one who subdued the driver after the gun?"

Jarvis: "..."

Peter: "..."

No matter whether the pistol was real or not, the two of them who couldn't threaten themselves were silent for a while, and then Peter said, "Yes, that's right."

"This fake gun is very realistic. If you don't touch it, it's hard to recognize that it's a fake. Can you tell me who recognized the two of you?" Sergeant Lestrade looked at the two inquiringly. people.

After all, it is impossible for ordinary college students to come into contact with guns, let alone be able to identify such realistic fake guns.

"It's me," Jarvis said.

Sheriff Lestrade: "Is it true that the suspect said you were also carrying a gun? You seem to have just come out of the airport."

He looked suggestively at the suitcase in Peter's hand.

Jarvis blinked. "I did."

Then, he took out the gun from his pocket again, paused, and added, "This one is real."

"Then please show your gun carrying certificate." Sergeant Lestrade took a deep breath and said, "Also, please explain how you brought your pistol/gun onto the plane."

How could Jarvis carry a gun with him to prove this kind of thing, so he made it clear that he didn't, and then explained how he brought his hand/gun on the plane.

"Because the airport is my home."

Sergeant Lestrade looked at Jarvis as if he was mentally retarded, and said, "Please cooperate with my work, otherwise, even if you help the police catch criminals, I have the right to detain you for interrogation."

Peter was a little anxious, and he hurriedly explained: "The airport really belongs to his family, and his family used to be in the arms business, the legal one, so it's normal to have guns."

"..." Sergeant Lestrade said, "...your family used to be an arms dealer?!"

"Yes." Jarvis nodded, and then he frowned, "Someone will come and deal with you later."

Sheriff Lestrade frowned, "You said..."

Before he finished speaking, his cell phone rang, and he said wait a moment, then connected the call.

After 20 seconds...

Sheriff Lestrade said with a dark face: "You can go, there is a special car waiting for you outside, and will take you to your apartment safely."

The author has something to say: In fact, I personally think that the driver should not do it when there are two passengers, and both of them are young and strong.

But for the sake of the plot, we are a little bit OOC here, please don't mind the discerning party.

There is also the timeline, I messed up the timeline, probably because Juanfu and Peanut have already lived together, and they have been running hand in hand in the middle of the night, Peanut also met Juanfu’s parent, Mike, and the next night basically You can solve the case on the Internet, but Jia and I appeared halfway, and then the butterfly fell emmmmm...

It's a bit messy, let's take a look...