Chess and Goldfish

Mycroft has been having a headache lately.

No, it should be said that since he met Gent, his headache has not been cured.

What is London's consulting criminal, the Napoleon of the criminal world, in Mycroft's view, that person is synonymous with trouble, and he can even get into trouble better than Sherlock.

"Really? Thanks in advance, let me know if you have any news." He hung up the phone, frowning so much that he could kill a fly.

He actually couldn't find out where Gent was taken. Is there anything more embarrassing to the British government than this?

Mycroft had always known that Jim Moriarty's criminal network was not to be underestimated, especially if Gent didn't fully trust him.

Since they have no way to completely control the criminal network, Moriarty can control it.

At this moment, Mycroft blamed himself a little. If it hadn't been for Gent's whitewashing, his subordinates might not have "rebelled" so quickly.

That's right, in Mycroft's view, Gent's kidnapping this time is inseparable from his criminal network. After all, there are many skilled craftsmen in it, and most of them are for the name of Moriarty. The head is willing to join.

Since it was a rebellion by his subordinates, maybe Jin Te's treatment wouldn't be so bad?

Thinking of this, the British government quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps, he could try to think of the best, or plan how to maximize the benefits while rescuing Gent.

Soon, he waited for useful information, which was provided by people as far away as Russia.

Mycroft was quite surprised when he received the phone call from that person, after all, they never messed with each other.

"You're thinking wrong." The voice over there was as gentle as ever, "I still consider myself a friend of Gent's."

"That's a very nice way to say it." Mycroft wanted to laugh a little, "Are friends able to monitor each other and distrust each other?"

"But isn't this normal in the eyes of the British government? Why are you so surprised?"

The corner of Mycroft's mouth twitched, it turned out that this person also had the potential to kill people.

"Mr. Hart, I didn't take you out of that incident to let you come and quarrel with me."

"Of course, Boss." Harry Hart slowed down his voice, "I know what you mean, so I'm sending you the news right now. Since I'm in Russia now, I don't know exactly what happened in the UK. What, so, I can only tell you that Gent and I met once in Russia."

Mycroft paused, "Tell me?"

"It's not a big deal, I just ran into it by chance." Harry naturally omitted how he found the door and how he negotiated with Gent. He just said to Mycroft, "Gint said that he is also having a headache recently. His subordinates, if I guessed correctly, the last time he was in Russia, the people around him were all your people, right?"

"……continue."

Harry chuckled softly, "He really doesn't trust his network very much, I don't know why, obviously he is the top of that pyramid, isn't he?"

Mycroft didn't say a word. He could vaguely feel the reason for Gent's distrust. Could it be because of the words he said that made him clean up?No, no, no, this is impossible, it is impossible for a person like Gent to do such a thing.

"So, I chatted with him on this topic, because I was so curious." Harry said slowly.

"He said that he had a guy named King of Hearts under him. He didn't trust this guy very much, because this guy never really surrendered."

"Oh? King of Hearts?" Mycroft raised his voice, "...where did I hear this name?"

"That's right!" Harry laughed, "Boss, you think you've heard of it, too."

"...King of Hearts, Charlemagne..." the British government was thinking, "If I remember correctly, there was a new nobleman named Charlemagne two years ago."

Harry was stunned for a moment, "You mean... Charlemagne Paul Crook? He is the King of Hearts?"

It's true when you think about it.

Mycroft's face darkened. If he really is the King of Hearts, then what on earth is Gent trying to do?Is the agreement between him and himself true or false?Could it be that they were just putting on a show?

If Gent could know Mycroft's heart, he would cry and say that he died unjustly. Charlemagne is a pervert, how could he really follow him!

A man that even Jim Moriarty couldn't tame, how could Gent do it!Are you kidding me?

"It seems that your message is indeed convincing."

Harry snorted twice, "Mr. Holmes, that's all I can give you. This is all the information I know."

Mycroft paused and asked suddenly, "Do you still want to go back to Kingsman?"

Then before Harry opened his mouth, he said to himself, "Kingsman and our MI[-] have always been incompatible with each other, but it is not without experience of working together, Mr. Hart, you are a talent, Kingsman Man really needs you."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Mycroft didn't feel cold, either, "I just want to say, if you want to go back, I can let you go back - I think it's worth it, given the news you gave me."

Harry was a little surprised, "I can't see that you attach so much importance to Gent?"

"Gint?" Mycroft smiled. "Perhaps. But I really value the King of Hearts."

Harry was in awe, his breath was stagnant, and he said: "Then, I would like to thank Mr. Holmes in advance. If there is a suitable time, I certainly hope to go back."

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Sherlock has his own information network, and he can always know what he wants to know.

One was because he was a genius, and the other was because he had Mycroft.

Then the problem is coming.

who I am?Where do I come from?Where are you going?Does time have an end?Where is the end of the universe?

Also, was Charlemagne Paul Crook a kidnapper?

Sherlock will tell you that if you are bored enough to start thinking about these things, it is better to use the thinking time to observe, then you will naturally get the answer.

For example, Charlemagne Crook was not a kidnapper.

"It's not a kidnapper, why did we go to him!?" John looked disbelieving.

Mary was three months pregnant, and it was the time when morning sickness was severe. Her baby was not a kind little guy, and she tossed him and Mary every day and night.

If it weren't for something happened to Gent, John would never have run out with Sherlock at this time, leaving Mary alone at home.

However, Sherlock had already seen through everything, "She will be fine, she will be bothered when you are at home. Mrs. Watson is playing poker with your neighbors downstairs. By the way, she should win."

John: dumbfounded.jpg

"Oh, and also, she will keep the money privately, and won't give you a cent - she has taken a fancy to BV's new spring and summer bags, so you don't buy them for her."

John: "..." Sherlock, go to hell!

"You've changed! You're not Sherlock like this! Why are you telling me this!" John's eyes were clouded.

Sherlock laughed mockingly, "If you say you are stupid, you are not smart. Charlemagne is not a kidnapper and there will be clues. We must find clues."

"……why?"

Looking at John's bewildered face, Sherlock suddenly became agitated. He couldn't tell why, but Gent never asked why.

"Because there is only this one clue, and he cannot be cut off."

Throwing out a word stiffly, Sherlock rushed out of the house and stopped the taxi.

The taxis were all arranged by Mycroft, and John knew this, so he saw the driver's familiar face again, and he even said hello to him.

The uncle driver smiled at the two of them with a good temper, and then spoke to Sherlock, "Where is Mr. Ace? Why didn't you see him? Are you quarreling again?"

Oh my God!John covered his face and groaned. He felt that there was a reason for Sherlock's bad temper. There were too many people with low IQ around him, and he stood out from the crowd.

No one understands his suffering.

No wonder he got involved with Gent!Because only that kid is considered the top of human IQ, right?

John smiled wryly, as if he had entertained himself.

Sherlock had a classic mocking face on his face, "Your cat is sick, why don't you go and see? You ate a tuna sandwich today, but it was expired. How many times did you go to the toilet? Three times ?Why don't you look at your wife, don't you know about the relationship between her and your adopted son? You must not know about the spring breeze at the White Queen Hotel last night because you were telling Mycroft Work! How much money did Mycroft give you? You got too little, go ask your adoptive son who holds your passbook, he will be able to tell you."

Uncle driver: "..."

John: "..." This idiot.

Before John could mourn deeply in his heart, wishing he didn't exist, the driver said with a dark face: "Get out! Get out!"

John: QAQ is your fault for Sherlock! ! ! !

The two were kicked out of the car in despair, and Sherlock had an unbelievable expression on his face: "He drove us out of the car?! He knows who we are and still treats us like this! Mycroft now recruits people so low Is it?! This kind of old rascal can even catch his eye!?"

John: "...you stop talking, Sherlock QAQ"

"Oh, yes." Sherlock smiled maliciously, "It's because that fat man is this kind of old hooligan, so he's looking for this kind of person!"

John: ...speechless too many times, he misses Mary_(:зゝ∠)_

He never thought about walking to handle the case.

John followed Sherlock, bemoaned his height, and strode forward.

"Huh?" John was stunned for a moment, "This place..."

"It looks familiar, doesn't it?" Sherlock looked deeply at the neighborhood in front of him, "It's not hard to imagine."

They did come to this neighborhood, just half a year ago.

The community of the MP Elliott Gower, who was almost framed for killing Bank President Jason Waffle.

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--Shut up!It's not time for you to show up yet!

The author has something to say: QAQ I didn’t expect this article to be so ill-fated_(:зゝ∠)_

Thank you for your willingness to wait for my return QAQ

I will finish it!Maybe in the end, not many people watched QAQ

Officially coming to ask for leave, returning in February, there may be irregular updates during the period, I guess.

I have TOEFL and IELTS exams in early January, and I have to prepare for CFA_(:зゝ∠)_

busy flying.

Finally, I wish other babies who are still struggling academically like me to get good grades in the exam

Merry Christmas in advance!

Also, thank you Xiaofeng for mine! ! !love you~ chirp mi w