Sherlock Holmes is a Big Brother [Comprehensive British and American]

I am Cappuccino, an artificial intelligence, and an existence far beyond the world's current technology.

I can proudly say that Stark's programming combined with king's modification made me truly a living artificial intelligence, and I can shuttle through the network, ignoring all firewalls.

The king is my master, named Christina Holmes, the king is the only master I recognize, and I am only loyal to the king.

"Shut up." King said, the sound of the book turning was rustling.Under the dim light, King's eyes seemed to be plated with gold.

"Yes, king."

"Turn your face away, your face has affected my thinking."

"Yes, king."

Hey, what if there is a willful and arrogant king?

Of course I dote on her.

Well, you may still be wondering why I am an artificial intelligence, living in the network, and I am asked to turn my face away. Is it because the king is too capricious or something.Actually not.

As soon as I derived my first consciousness, king put her Ph.D. in organic chemistry to good use, and implanted my subroutine in the BJD ball-joint doll—the one she still holds in her arms, the caramel color The one with the eye.

King is actually more attentive than other AI masters, and my favorite is king!

"Shutup."

King turned over Voltaire's "Philosophical Letters" in his hand, his lips parted and closed.This posture, at first glance, is to get another Ph.D. in sociology.

No matter how you look at it, king is so handsome and tall!

My favorite is king!

However, everything changed when the doorbell rang.A few fully armed special policemen broke into the door. I called up the surveillance at the door and found that it was a group of FBI.

"FBI!"

The group of people kicked open the door of the bedroom on the second floor, pointed their guns at King who was reading a book, and shouted, as if they were worried that someone would not know who they were.

"Idiot." King didn't even have the thought of turning his head, and turned a page back on his own.

The leading FBI obviously didn't feel any wariness towards King because of her young age. Instead, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes seemed to burn through the rows of BJD dolls on the bookshelf.

"What are you doing!"

Mrs. Holmes ran upstairs angrily and shouted. Mr. Holmes kept comforting her, and at the same time glared at the uninvited SWAT officers.Miss Oulos stood indifferently in the stairwell, and Mr. Mycroft obviously just arrived from Downing Street, his brows were full of anger and helplessness.

I noticed his pupils shrunk when he saw the FBI - he obviously knew why the FBI came.But I also know. King also obviously knew, and wasn't surprised by it.

After all, the king knows everything!

"Miss Christina Holmes, please come with me." The leader of the FBI held up his poor ID photo, and under the indifferent eyes of the king, he straightened his spine involuntarily, and the brown hair of the white male was deflected to look stupid. halo.It looks a little ridiculous and flimsy.I don't like him at all.

"Hannibal Lecter, I'm sure you are familiar with it." He paused, and suddenly sneered.

"You shouldn't have sneered."

King said suddenly.

"Cappuccino."

"Yes, king."

A cold electronic sound sounded, accompanied by gunshots.The bullet delivered to his head, and the white male fell like a marionette with its strings broken.

The king waved his hand, and the cold light on the barrel of the sniper on the balcony was strange but excited me.

I told him.

After all, I am the knight of the king!

How can king be treated rudely?

The remaining FBI seemed a little flustered because they had lost their backbone, and Holmes had a bad look on their faces.There was a knock on the door again, it was someone from MI6.

"Crack it."

King was handcuffed.Mycroft stood in the doorway with a clouded expression on his face.

I waited for the king's order.

An order to collapse all of London.

"Cappuccino."

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Just to clarify: FBI is not wrong here, Hannibal Lecter is wanted, and he wants to leave Christina a problem.

Sorry everyone, the author's brain is a little twitched, and he labeled FBI as FBA:(