[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

Dylan Rhodes felt like he had been hit by ten thousand critical points.

Despite the trouble with Sherlock Holmes, it was just trouble.You know, before this, he had just completed a personal revenge.It has been 30 years since that idea was born, formed and perfected. Once the 30-year plan is realized, the satisfaction brought by it cannot be described in words. Even if there is a trace of emptiness in it, that will be in the future.

The results of it?The trouble that popped up suddenly told him that this revenge was actually a joke, and the person he had hated for so long was actually not what he thought, and he thought it was the persecution of that person that made his father go to a dead end , and in fact that person and his father are a happy pair of fairy dances (not!)?

This is ironic.

"You're talking nonsense!" Dylan Rhodes retorted quickly. "If my father had such a friend, I wouldn't know it. He never said it, and I never saw Thaddeus Bradley in my house. Even my father Then there was an accident, our life was so sad, and he never showed up, but he still made money that he shouldn't have earned by deciphering magic tricks!"

"How do you know that there is no secret care?" Sherlock did not give Dylan Rhodes room to refute, "Changing your face, erasing your relationship with Lionel Shrike, and stepping up to where you are today is not something you can do alone. There are Celestial Eyes to intervene, but why should the Celestial Eyes intervene?"

"There is only one answer, and that is that you are the orphan of a member of this organization, and they want to take care of you." Sherlock concluded proudly, "Even if you are not a magician at all, they still chose you."

"Impossible!" Dylan Rhodes still refused to believe, "If what you said is true, why wouldn't the organization stop me?"

"You said that you planned this just for revenge?" Sherlock snorted, "After all, from the beginning of the performance, this is still in line with Tianyan's behavior style. After you revealed your true purpose, you have already That's too late."

Sky Eye is a huge organization, DylanRHodes has the means to communicate with Sky Eye, but the people in the organization he really knows are pitifully small.He wanted to continue to deny something, but when he opened his mouth, he found that no matter what he said at this time, it was powerless.In the end, he could only watch Sherlock leave with a smile on his face.

Only a few previously joyless guys who were hit were left.

Wow, if they really put the Sky Eyes in jail, that would be really...

Sherlock let out a gasp of being stunned, and then took out his phone, only to find that the screen didn't turn on.

"Oh." Sherlock was depressed for a moment, his phone was dead, he didn't know what John would say about himself again, this time he really didn't mean it.

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"Can't reach Sherlock yet?" Isaac tried to dial Sherlock's number twice, but all he got was a mechanical shutdown prompt, "He didn't go to some dangerous place again, did he?"

"He said that this time there will be no danger. The Sky Eye organization has never taken human life." Although John was a little anxious, he was not worried. After the suspended animation accident, Sherlock had promised himself that he would cherish life. With a sincere attitude, John still chose to believe.

As it turned out, Sherlock lived up to John's trust, and at noon, he called John.

"Things are settled, let's go to lunch." Sherlock, who lost contact all night and felt guilty, decided to preemptively make John forget about it, "I can't get into the building now, so you come out?"

John said he was not worried in front of Isaac, but in fact he was still a little bit worried, and immediately revived with full blood, "I'll get out right away!"

Before going out, John was thrown a visitor's card by Isaac, "Give this to Sherlock first, he can't be kept outside forever. I don't want to see a cleaner suddenly have Sherlock's face in the afternoon, Or someone came to me and said they lost their papers."

"Uh, he won't." John scratched his hair and put the visitor's card in his pocket without any confidence in his rebuttal.

"By the way, there is one more thing." Isaac stopped John who had just walked to the door, "I want to know what Sherlock has found out..."

"No problem, Sherlock won't hold back from showing off." John was very confident about this.

So in the afternoon, Isaac heard about a bloody revenge, um, the kind that found the wrong target for revenge.

"Don't you need to report it?" John was a little confused.

"Probably they will solve it internally." After Isaac learned of the specifics inside, he was not so worried. The reality is more bloody than fiction.Moreover, this matter has nothing to do with him now. Since there are no casualties, it is better to let it go.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glanced at Sherlock, and then threw his ID back to him, "Although it's good that you found out the truth, can you say hello in advance or follow the procedure next time?"

"You're not my babysitter, oh, I'll try my best, did the fat man call you?" Sherlock's disapproving expression turned serious immediately after being poked by John, and then he discovered another thing, "Has his desire for control extended to the United States?"

Isaac was noncommittal, but told Reid about it when he got home that night.

“Same self-proclaimed little guy in a suit, why the difference?” Isaac was setting the dishes, taking them out of the dishwasher and putting them in the cupboards.

"So, are you dissatisfied with the person you killed in three days?" Reid looked up and asked.

For some reason, Isaac felt the calm before the hurricane.This made him couldn't help shrinking his neck, "I didn't mean that..."

Reid glanced at Isaac, then looked down again.

Isaac felt like he had escaped a catastrophe, and then secretly shrugged his shoulders, well, now that the world is at peace, the restless factor in his body did feel a little dissatisfied.Although GlenDurant was more than one level worse than Hoover, what he had in his hand was the real thing, and he was killed so easily. Isaac was thankful and at the same time had a little bit of heartache.If that kind of thing is placed in the hands of someone who can control it, it will have more than just this effect.But the fact now is that GlenDurant, without those intelligence, is like a plucked rooster, powerless to resist.

Hoover would be pissed off again if he found out.

When he was in office, no one dared to touch him. Even though he died of illness, compared to being assassinated, it was a good death. Those who were threatened by him, no matter how happy they were, The face still has to look sad to express that this is the loss of the country.

What about Glen Durant's turn?

No matter how imaginative people were at the time, they would never dare to imagine taking Hoover overnight, but put this matter on Glen Durant. Although everyone had concerns, they wanted to take a risk to avoid future troubles.Few people are happy to be held by outsiders, and this time can be regarded as a joint operation. Even if it fails, GlenDurant will never have the courage to liquidate them one by one.

Although the term "the law does not blame the public" is inappropriate, the core meaning has not changed.

Under the cooperation of Issac and Mr. King, the FBI carried out a surprise operation. They skipped the first suspicious location and rushed directly to the Hoover exhibition hall in the Jefferson Research Institute, because Mr. King got Got a tip that Glen Durant had turned over the security there.Combined with the profiling, they got a big hit there.

The amount of information hidden there is astonishingly large, ranging from long-standing recordings of Roosevelt flirting with his secretary, to recent photos of a newly elected congressman raising female students under the appearance of a happy family.These secrets were all destroyed after it was determined that no one had slipped through the net.

The coerced National People's Congress heaved a sigh of relief, and the rope around their necks was gone. Although those big shots didn't show up in person, judging from the expressions of their bosses, they should have gotten a good harvest; as for the FBI, although they felt a little heartbroken , but more of a sigh of relief. Although this incident poses a huge threat to those big shots, it is not a good thing for the FBI. It is difficult to establish social credibility, but it is extremely easy to destroy. These materials The source of the crime was leaked from the FBI back then. If it is really investigated, even if the perpetrators have been buried deep in the ground, the living will still be implicated.It is not a legal judgment, but an impression in the hearts of the people.Once distrust arises, it is difficult to eliminate it.

As for those handles, just let them go...no naive person would think that those are all. If there is a problem, someone will dig it out again.

So, it's done.

"You know how conceited GlenDurant is?" Isaac said to Reid a little later in bed, "He didn't have a backup of the file he used to threaten me. I wonder if it's been smooth sailing all these years Let him lose his vigilance, God knows how he is so sure that I will definitely join him."

"He brought that up?" Reid asked.

"Of course." Isaac kicked a corner of the blanket covering his body away, "It's just that he forgot his situation, don't say that this matter is not true, what is written in those documents is just speculation; even if it is true, heh, will be overlooked."

Isaac has done so much, even if the intention is only for his own consideration, how could he not get any benefit at all.

"What are you regretting?" Reid asked in a low voice.

"Unfortunately?" How could Isaac admit this, "I don't, I just think it's weird that such a person can hold those powerful people in his hands. Everyone seems to be terrified by Hoover's reputation and his own imagination. "

"So, you're disappointed." Reid closed the book, dimmed the light at the head of the bed, and looked at Isaac with his head propped up on his side.

Isaac moved his head a little uncomfortable. He was originally resting on Reid's lap, but now that Reid is also lying down, the original position is not so comfortable.He dawdled for a while, finally rubbed against the pillow, crossed his legs and played with Reid's hand, "It's a little bit."

"about what?"

"It's hard to say, I feel like I'm wasting my feelings a bit." Isaac didn't look at Reid, his eyes were a little empty, "How should I say this feeling, it's like a professor notifying you about an exam, and the exam content is about ten tomes. You must master all of this thoroughly, and memorize the content inside. As a result, when you walk into the examination room with trepidation, you find that the exam is not only unsupervised by the examiner, but even the answer sheet is open-book. That kind of previous preparation seems a bit too hard It was violent and there was nowhere to place it.”

"But those preparations are not useless." Reid said very disapprovingly, "If you were told the test conditions in advance, then you probably didn't pay attention from the beginning. You said, ten tomes, even if In open-book exams, it is also very likely that the answer cannot be found, because you have no idea about the content of those trees. The time spent searching for answers will squeeze the answering time to the greatest extent, and the final result will not good."

"Oh, I didn't expect that." Issac paused, "Then to change the analogy, the original exam is cancelled, and you can directly upgrade?"

"Isaac!" Reid was dissatisfied.

"It was so easy to settle." Isaac put Reid's hand to his mouth and kissed it softly. "I don't know, I don't feel very good. Happy and sorry, well, it's kind of weird. You know, I The reason why you rejected the CIA in the first place?"

"Because you don't believe that you can keep it completely secret, and you feel that once you are caught by the enemy, you will definitely not fight to the end. Everything is in your own interests." Reid still remembers Issac's proud look when he said this, Of course, what he seemed to be more proud of was the expression of the person who was in charge of talking to him at that time.

"I'm just telling the truth, it's good for everyone." Isaac has always felt that putting the wrong person in the wrong position is the biggest kind and waste, "and I just encountered the biggest misfit." His voice was a little low, "Just thinking about it, I want to state first, I would not have had this kind of daydream more than 20 years ago... If, I mean if, the resources in GlenDurant's hands were in the first place. What will happen to me?"

"You think you can do better than him?" Reid didn't expect Isaac to have such ambitions.

"Heh." Isaac bit his lip, feeling a little embarrassed, "This was my goal when I was young, to become the uncrowned king or something."

"You said, that was when I was a child." Reid was very relaxed. "When I was a child, I still dreamed that one day I could travel through time in Dr. Who's TARDIS."

"Of course, you still like Dr. Who." Isaac said with a smile, "but we all know that Dr. Who was just a sci-fi children's show at the beginning, and this opportunity I faced was really put in front of me. ...I don't think there's anything wrong with cheating on GlenDurant, and I'm taking the uncrowned king as a joke myself. But when the opportunity really comes, when you still choose to let go, you still feel regretful."

"But you don't think it's right." Reid seemed to understand.

"So I can only blame GlenDurant." Isaac sighed. "After stripping his weapon, he was too weak, too vulnerable. If he was stronger..."

"Maybe you won't feel as unwilling as you do now?"

"Some people can really feel his control just from the phone call," Issac said. "Sherlock had a little trouble the day before yesterday, and his brother called me today. If that file is in the hands of Mycroft Holmes Come on, if he's in GlenDurant's place..."

"Will you compromise?" Reid couldn't help raising his voice.

Isaac snorted, "I don't think he'd be stupid enough to come and win me over."

"..." Reid didn't know what to say, "You really have confidence in that Mr. Holmes."

"No, I have a psychological shadow on people who can use deduction." Isaac said, "I heard that he is smarter than Sherlock."