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

I'm a Hydra agent stationed in S.H.I.E.L.D.

In fact, it is not quite right to say that, because the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. is Hydra.However, most of the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. are also Hydra.

S.H.I.E.L.D., SHIELD, shield.The full name is Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau.

When Crossbones Rumlow ordered me to this bureau with a long name, I thought he was going to tell me a cross talk.I later learned that this is the full name of our arch-enemy Hydra.

And now I still want to complain about the name:

More than half of them are Hydra, why not officially change the name to Hydra S.H.I.E.L.D. branch? !

Spicy chicken S.H.I.E.L.D., spicy chicken Hydra!

Destroy my youth, lose my youth!

I need a Coke to calm down.

Despite this, I'm still loyal to Hydra.Every time I hand in a report, I also submit it in triplicate, and every time I ask for leave, I have to send three different text messages.

Hail Hydra!

However, the entire Hydra has not been very peaceful recently. After the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch killed the Starks, a big man from the UK directly exposed the list of Hydra in S.H.I.E.L.D.But fortunately, there is no direct indication that these are Hydras. ...well, it's really not that different from just stating it directly.

Suspicion has already arisen on Carter's side, and little Stark can't make any waves.What's more, the British boss has been escorted by the FBI to Baltimore, USA, and is under strict control.

But I was still flustered, I couldn't help it.

"It's not necessary," Rumlow rolled up his sleeves and handed me the document he had been holding all along.I glanced briefly, and was surprised to find that this was the information of the British boss.

The boss' name is Christina Holmes.

"You are responsible for interrogating her. Be careful. She is not easy to deal with." Rumlow patted my shoulder and said earnestly. "Hail Hydra!"

I glanced briefly, and couldn't help but swear in my heart:

Just a name and a photo ID, what use is it for me?

"Try to minimize the communication with her," Rumlow added: "She is like a high god, overlooking the struggle of those in the quagmire. Her abilities are beyond your imagination."

"A passage from Hannibal Lecter's psychological evaluation amply captures her terror:

"The will of Christina Holmes is the will of the whole world. If you put her among ordinary people, you can only see her outstanding appearance and noble temperament."

"She can see through the entire ocean through a drop of water."

I nodded with half understanding, but the uneasiness has been lingering in my heart.Panic, panic born of nothing.What do I see through that photo? ——It is the mercy of the gods to the world.I'm at a loss.

Baltimore, Pennsylvania, USA

[-]pm London time:

The FBI's interrogation room was originally small, but in order to strictly monitor the three-year-old girl, it was doubled in size.The walls are white, and the lights are bright, illuminating the whole room as if it were daytime.

Holmes in the UK, on ​​behalf of the British government.No Sherlock Holmes can be underestimated, no.I rubbed my eyes, and through the glass curtain wall outside the interrogation room, I secretly observed this big British man—the Sherlock Holmes in Holmes, Christina Holmes.

She was quiet, hadn't said a word since arriving in Baltimore.And just now, I saw her slightly parted lips through the reflection of the mirror.I listen passively.

"All of this can only be a preview, a dessert before the meal. The real drama is far from coming."

she says.His eyes reflected a ruthlessness that did not belong to this age group, nor did it belong to normal people.Her voice is not loud, but I can hear it clearly.She has a BJD joint puppet on her arm, supposedly a birthday present from Hannibal Lecter.

It's hard for me to imagine a sociopath with a high IQ hugging a Barbie every day, naming her clothes, wearing skirts and combing her hair.But she did it, as she should.

The words of Mr. Mycroft, who is also Holmes, echoed in my ears like a prophecy of death:

"Christina is no different than a normal three-year-old. She knows each of you, very well. She knows you better than you yourself."

I'm starting to understand a little bit.

Christina Holmes gave me a backhand and pressed her hand to the white wall of the interrogation room.An FBI agent next to him clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes seemed to burn Holmes through.I also understand well that he is Agent White's partner.And Agent White was the FBI who was shot dead by Christina.

"Hannibal Lecter," she suddenly turned her head and walked to the door of the interrogation room.The monitor was completely white, and the sound of the originally locked door opening with a click was particularly crisp.My hands froze.

What happened?

It was almost unbelievable to see that Sherlock Holmes walked out of the interrogation room calmly, and then cut the doll's hair.

"Go to Charlotte, he's there," she said. "Alfred Carver."

The alarm was sounded.Red light enveloped the entire building.

Alfred Carver, my name.