Chess and Goldfish

"It's him?" Jin Te raised his eyebrows, although the tone was questioning, but his expression was as usual, as if he had expected it a long time ago.

Mycroft nodded.

A few pieces of information were randomly thrown on the table. The people in the photos were very familiar. They seemed to be faces that often appeared in the financial and political sections of morning newspapers.

Ken Quint, and his cronies.

It seems that using partisans is not very accurate, but Ken Quint is indeed a candidate for the cabinet.

Stacked with his profile are several familiar names, such as Tony Nikoff, and Phoenix Maxim.

"Mixed together so early?!" Gent was a little surprised. He remembered going to a gentleman's club on St. James Street when he was investigating the bank case, "so the whole club was actually Ken Quint's people operation?"

Mycroft said in a deep tone, "I think I'm probably right."

This is really...

They didn't expect that the matter involved this time would be so big, and without their knowledge, they would be involved in such a deep way.

Gent and Mycroft looked a little unhappy.

But what is surprising is that there is indeed no figure of that person-Charlemagne Paul Crook.

Heart K is so cute?If anyone dares to say that, Jin Te will definitely not believe it.

There is definitely a backup!

But in this incident, Charlemagne is more like a spectator than the leader, just to enjoy the show, good or bad, and give an irresponsible evaluation, even without paying for the ticket.

Some time ago, the entire stock market industry was extremely turbulent, and the magical manipulation stock "Poker" behind it knew with its toes that it was something that Charlemagne made out of boredom.

"What exactly does he want to do?" Mycroft asked with a black face, "Isn't it yours? Jim, you seem to need to study for an MBA (Master of Business Administration) to improve your abilities."

"It's Gent! Also, who are you mocking?!" Gent rolled his eyes, "He's not mine, I don't have that much ability to deal with him!"

The new nobleman Charlemagne Paul Crook, a person who doesn't get much attention, but it is often this kind of quiet talent that is the most terrifying.

Mycroft believed that, given time, the man would be able to do something in politics.

As for now, he felt that this person was not something to be afraid of.

After a while, Gent relaxed his shoulders, leaned back lazily, and leaned back in the high-end armchair for guests, with a sleepy expression, "Why am I discussing such things with you here. A year ago I probably would never have imagined that this kind of development would happen in the future.”

"That's my pleasure."

Jin Te hesitated and was speechless for a long time.

"Quint had a dream," Mycroft said, "but he didn't know that not everyone can be Martin Luther King." He made a small joke, but the person across from him didn't laugh.

"Well, it seems that you still have that big opinion on me." Mycroft imitated Gent and shrugged his shoulders just now, "Why don't we go back to the topic? No matter how stupid it looks, your past is just The past, the future... Tsk, I never thought that such a word would come out of my mouth."

Gent raised an eyebrow.

"That would make me feel that I am inferior to Sherlock." The British government smiled, "Whether it is IQ or EQ."

Only then did Gent laugh slowly, and said very sincerely, "This will arouse his desire to win. You have always been a very good brother, in my opinion."

Hearing this, Mycroft raised his head and stared at him for a few seconds.

It was only at this moment that he really believed in Gent's "nonsense". He probably really "loved" Sherlock.

like?This word is really interesting.

When the question came up, Gent told him it probably wasn't love, just the desire to be together forever because it would be fun to be with him.

There is no lack of novelty in Gent's world, and Sherlock is the man who can constantly bring him novelty.

There is not so much love in the world, hormones, pheromones, all kinds of pheromones and hormones. The mutual attraction between people is the function of these chemical substances, but it is strange that people invented Nouns like "coincidence" were used.

When your "coincidence" happens to happen and your pheromones work, he becomes the only one in your heart. There may be many coincidences in this life, but there are also many uniquenesses in coincidences.

For Gint, Sherlock is like a large tempting body, constantly stimulating his weak nerves and provoking the pheromones that he can't help but seduce.

Like honey before a bear.

They have never been in a relationship of mutual attraction, but a relationship between predator and prey, more like a completely closed food chain, and sometimes they can transform into each other.

I don't have so much love, I just feel that if I have him in my future life, it will be very happy.

Mycroft's question was answered, he breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly leaned back on the armchair, his right hand tugged at the tie at his collar, the light above his head cast a shadow on his face, "Then , now that it is confirmed that it is Mr. Quint, do you have any good plans?"

"No." Gent didn't care. "He only wants to see Professor Moriarty's fall. Napoleon's Waterloo is probably what he has been looking forward to. How can I satisfy him?"

This time, after Gent was imprisoned and acquitted, Ken Quint was severely slapped in the face, and it was because of this that Mycroft grabbed his little tail.

Want to be the next Prime Minister?Have you ever asked the British government if it agrees?

The general pattern of struggle in the political world is the same. It is boring and boring. Some media are used to induce public opinion, some assassinations are carried out to attract the attention of the police, and some money is used to lure one's own party members, and then they give speeches in high spirits and praise them to the sky. .

"What I don't understand is, have I offended him?" Gent frowned. "It seems that I haven't blocked his way to become prime minister, right?"

Mycroft sneered, "Do you think Moriarty's name is that simple? A professor who basically controls the entire British underground forces has a great reputation in the underworld. Do you think a prime minister is so easy to be?" What? If you can’t get the approval of both parties, it’s useless to do anything. This is an unwritten rule.”

"Well, God bless me to live till now."

Mycroft looked at him with a half-smile, and slowly took a sip of the black tea in his hand, "Let's make a show with Sherlock, your complete disappearance will make people feel at ease."

Let those greedy people unscrupulously expose their filth to the sun.

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[The roof of Barts Hospital, come and play. ——SH]

The number of watchers on Baker Street was reduced by half. Even though there were extremely aggressive killers hiding around, Mycroft resolutely chose to withdraw the manpower and lower the surveillance level.

The female secretary was puzzled, "Boss, what are you doing?"

Her boss smiled inscrutablely, "Fishing."

Gent and Mycroft had different ideas, did he think those people would be hooked on such a stupid plan?

"This is what you don't know. Most people in positions of power are arrogant, and arrogant people are always arrogant and stupid."

Gent really wanted to answer him, "Are you talking about yourself?"

But he remembered another sentence - [As long as you are really smart, you will be arrogant and more measured]

They are talking about people like Mycroft and Sherlock. Of course they are arrogant, but compared to those stupid arrogant people, their arrogance is more like a haughty gesture, measured and reserved.

I don't know what conditions the British government agreed to his "rebellious" younger brother. The men of the Holmes family are always unpredictable. In short, Sherlock's face always has a faint expectation.

The secret transaction was only carried out among the three, and the people who arranged the operation were all Mycroft's people. They were only responsible for the execution, and they didn't need to know the specific ins and outs.

John felt that his roommate was becoming more and more strange. Since Gent was released from prison, he has become elusive, tinkering with inexplicable things in the laboratory every day.

Moreover, the professor disappeared, and John felt that the two of them were dating behind his back.

"Why do you look so excited?" John wondered.

Sherlock strode around the room, "He asked me to fight to the death, listen! What an interesting word! The ending is either you die or I die, I can feel my adrenaline rushing, you Can you understand this feeling John?!"

The doctor twitched the corner of his mouth, "I only know that you will feel this way in bed."

Sherlock's movements froze, and he suddenly turned his head to stare at the person in front of him, as if he couldn't believe that his assistant, Mr., was speaking obscenely to him.

John rubbed his eyebrows, "Damn, what am I talking about, good Sherlock, you can ignore me and go on a date with your little boyfriend!"

"...Did you take the wrong medicine?" Sherlock said suspiciously, "Mary gave birth, why do you feel that you are in a bad mood recently?"

"I'm probably in menopause." John rolled his eyes, "Come back early, I heard there's a ball game tonight, and I won't open the door for you when it's on. Mrs. Hudson is on vacation and isn't home today."

Saying that, he waved his hand at Mr. Detective and walked towards the gift.

He probably never thought that this glance turned out to be a farewell.

He thought goodbye forever.

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——Gint: I feel sorry for John, isn't it good for us to do this?

— Sherlock: He ate Ginny's tail this morning.

——Gint: ……The white mouse? ? ?

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