Mr. Inspector

In the drizzle, a small black car stopped at the outskirts of the ruins.Under the strong appearance contrast, it looks out of place with the surrounding environment.

In the back seat, Mycroft frowned in a rare way and thought.In fact, from the moment Lestrade was held hostage at gunpoint, he knew all the movements.

Although Lestrade's so-called plan can attract Daniel, it has many loopholes, and what's more dangerous is that it's easy to get himself into it.

Just like now, he can't last long at all...

As soon as McCoff thought of this, he looked out of the window in a very irritated mood.

Anthea turned her head from the co-pilot position at this time, and said, "The sniper has already..."

Mycroft interrupted her with his hand, and he said in a deep voice, "I will give the order, but not now."

He knew what was going on in the warehouse, but he couldn't do it now.

Anthea fell silent, she shrugged, turned back and took out her BlackBerry.

……

At this time, in the warehouse in the ruins on the other side, Lestrade's eyes were already red with anxiety. He aimed at a gap, and hit the face of the man with his fist directly, and kicked up with his uninjured right leg at the same time.

He exhausted all his strength and finally pushed the violent person away.

Lestrade then gritted his teeth and slowly got up from the ground. The severe pain in his left leg caused his eyes to turn black.

Daniel also stood up from the ground.He endured such a forceful blow, frowned in pain, then remembered something, stretched out his finger to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled emotionlessly.

"Do you still have the strength?" He weighed the weight of the pistol in his hand, and said slowly, "Ruger Red Eagle, you also know it. I just fired a bullet before, and now it is in the barrel of the gun. Five rounds left."

After hearing this, Lestrade took two steps back unconsciously, staring closely at the person in front of him.

"What's the purpose of you holding me here?" he asked.

When Daniel heard this, he let out a cold snort of disappointment, and all his original good qualities were wiped out by this sentence.

However, now he is not in a hurry, it seems more interesting to slowly torment the man in front of him... and then gradually tear him apart.

Thinking about it this way, Daniel answered the inspector's question in a friendly manner, and said, "You must have guessed the reason why I blackmailed you over—yes, it's for revenge."

The theory of revenge was exactly the same as what he thought... Lestrade continued to stare at the man in front of him, not daring to relax in the slightest.

He asked again: "Are you seeking revenge on me?"

Daniel nodded, then shook his head in disapproval, pondered and said, "You can say yes, or you can say no."

He looked at Lestrade, an indifferent smile slowly appeared on his face, and the murderous intent in his eyes did not seem to be fake at all.

"what?"

Lestrade asked with a frown, but he didn't understand.

"Take it easy, honey."

Daniel's face suddenly changed, he smiled, and his tone softened, "I just hate the police in London...Of course, you happen to be one of them, and I'm deeply sorry for that."

Seeing Daniel's moody mood, Lestrade once again felt that he had never really understood this man.After staying together in Scotland Yard for so long, he had been wearing a mask of disguise all the time.

...Of course, this is his true self.

Lestrade said, "How do you want revenge?"

"Fuck you first... and then kill you." Seeing the detective's face turn livid, Daniel changed his tone again, "Oh, don't take it seriously, it's just a joke—Greg, we're still friends. "

"What do you want?"

"Don't worry, I won't shoot you in the heart for a while." Daniel said, "I'm not satisfied with this kind of revenge."

He twirled the Luger Red Hawk in his hand, with an interesting tone.

At least one more bleed for Scotland Yard, no?

Looking at the former leader of the operation team with a gloomy expression in front of him, Lestrade's tone suddenly relaxed.He murmured in a low voice: "I'm not satisfied with this kind of revenge..."

After calculating the time, my own people should have rushed here, and the next thing will not be so troublesome.

"What did you say?" Daniel didn't hear his words clearly, but he still frowned.

"I mean, I still have a question..." Lestrade looked at him directly, and finally asked the question that he had been confused for a long time: "Why do you hate Scotland Yard so much?"

"You don't have to—"

Before Daniel finished speaking, Sherlock's voice sounded outside the door, "I think I can answer this question for Mr. Dugan."

He pushed open the door of the warehouse and walked in, then choked on the dust inside, "Ohmy..."

The ones who came in behind him were naturally our amiable and respectable Scotland Yard police officers. They rushed in at once and surrounded the place with guns.

Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he persevered.

Sherlock looked at Daniel, whose face changed drastically, and continued: "Six years ago, on August [-]th, in Tottenham, north of London, the Scotland Yard police shot and killed an Irish drug dealer on the spot. The incident quickly sparked widespread riots."

Hearing this, Daniel's complexion changed again and again. He looked around at the police officers surrounding him with guns, and gradually clenched his fists.

Lestrade's memory slowly opened because of Sherlock's narration.

He recalled the riot that year... The drug dealer who was killed was a gang member hiding in London. On the night he was killed, about [-] relatives and friends demonstrated in front of the police station, and more than [-] rioters tweeted In series, they used guns to attack the police in the early morning of the next day, set fire to police cars, and looted shopping malls wantonly.In the early morning of the third day, the riots continued to spread. Riots and demonstrations broke out in Infield in the northeast and in the Islington area near the Financial City, and then in the downtown street of Woodgreen in the northwest... the riots suddenly became It was so overwhelming that even the Minister of the Interior, who was on vacation, returned to the country overnight to deal with this series of incidents in person.

Sherlock said: "The name of the Irish drug dealer who caused a huge commotion was Mark Duggan."

Daniel stared at him with an unreadable expression on his face.

"And you are his own brother—" Sherlock looked at him with a smile on his lips, "Am I right, Mr. Daniel Dugan?"

Lestrade also looked at him, with a slightly moved expression on his face.What he didn't expect was that Daniel would be so involved in the case many years ago.

Daniel twitched the corner of his mouth and asked, "Then how do you know, great Mr. Detective?"

Sherlock narrates: "In your apartment, I found several self-portraits of you. If you look closely, you can find the name engraved on the back of the frame. Of course, it is not you, but your painting teacher, who made this painting The frame was given to you."

"and then?"

"Then I went to visit her, and it's obvious that when you started to learn painting, it was before Mark was shot, and you didn't have time to change your name at that time—"

Sherlock said methodically.In fact, he had already guessed in his heart, and he had looked through the files of Scotland Yard several years ago. He visited (harassed) the elderly female painting teacher just for the final confirmation.

"Shutup, Sherlock."

Mycroft walked in quickly, glanced around the scene, and interrupted Sherlock's chattering narration.

Following him was Anthea holding a mobile phone, and a group of...

medical personnel.

Lestrade was embarrassed for a moment, and then belatedly felt that the blood tank on his left leg seemed to be almost empty.

……

After being carried on a stretcher, he remembered to ask the person walking beside him, "When did you come?"

Mycroft was silent for a moment, and then said: "...just now."

Lestrade nodded, looked at the blue sky above his head, and murmured: "Anyway, thank you for letting me handle this matter alone."

After all, no matter how you say it, it's just his own grievances.If he wanted revenge as soon as possible, he would have to pay the corresponding price.

It's fair isn't it...

Mycroft looked at him, smiled briefly, and then said softly, "It's remarkable."

The author has something to say:

Recently, the king has played a lot, here is a short joke.

【Inspector Shenxia's world view】

Self: work hard to become stronger~

Maggie: Super God Boss

Sherlock: Obscene development, don't waste time

Villains: Assemble for team battle

Scotland Yard crowd: Hold on, we can win