Wake up every day as a superhero

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The Superman uniform that he took off before going to bed last night has disappeared, and there is nothing to replace it, but this time Lestrade dare not hope that he will suddenly become ordinary. The last time he thought so, he found that he was fast silver.

If Lestrade remembered correctly, his car should have been sent back last night, which means that he can drive his own car without having to squeeze the subway today.

After tidying up, Lestrade stood in front of the mirror and patted his cheek, "Very well, Lestrade temporarily forgets about that guy named Mycroft, you can do it!"

He was talking to himself, because Mycroft had been a nightmare all night.

Lestrade looked at his beloved car and reached out his hand to touch it full of love and affection. This car was bought by him after saving money for a long time. As a detective of Scotland Yard, this car is indeed beyond the limit. his payment range.Lestrade took out his key and opened the car door. There was still a faint fragrance in the car, which made Lestrade feel very comfortable.

Lestrade realized belatedly that he hadn't changed today, but the interior of his car seemed...somewhat different.

Why would there be a button inside his car that says Transform?

Could it be that his car has become a Transformer today?

"Are you a Transformer? Optimus Prime? Bumblebee or..."

Lestrade thought his car had turned into a Transformer today, so he asked them for an answer, but there was still no movement in the car. Lestrade sat there scratching his head and said that he was really in the car. Whimsical there?This is most likely just a prank put on by a repair shop.

But even Lestrade was curious about many things, and with that curiosity Lestrade pressed the transformation button.

In a blink of an eye, Lestrade felt that a great change had taken place in his car. The interior of the car became wider, his seat was lowered a lot, and the backrest was adjusted to the most comfortable position according to his sitting posture. The arc for easy driving.The whole car seemed to be shorter and longer. Lestrade hurriedly ran out of the car. He opened his mouth when he saw the 180-degree turn of the car, and was completely surprised.

This car was inexplicably familiar. If he remembered correctly, it should be the car of the human but legendary superhero, Batman.

"So today is... Batman?"

When Lestrade was surprised, he also thought that he seemed to be able to completely accept this kind of role play, accept it calmly, and then go to spend a day that might not be ordinary.

Lestrade changed the car back to its original shape. As he drove to work, he thought about his impression of Batman. Batman is the only superhero without any superpowers. Batman usually lives in the United States. Gotham City, it is considered a relatively legendary place. The crime volume in Gotham City can reach an unprecedented height before, and it is one of the cities with the highest crime rate in the United States.

Lestrade looked at his biceps. Because today is Batman's relationship, it has also undergone certain changes, so it looks very strong. In this way, Batman's figure should be more perfect.

It is said that Batman possesses the ultimate physical strength of human beings, and he has indeed surpassed mutants to a certain extent. Batman has the body of ordinary human beings, and he has surpassed the limits of human beings in layers of training.Lestrade thought of a gossip. Many people were discussing who would win and who would lose Captain America vs. Batman.

Lestrade had previously supported Batman. After all, Batman is an ordinary human being, and Mr. Captain still played it indirectly.

"Wait...that means I might be wearing a real bat helmet today."

The real thing? !That really made him look forward to it.

Lestrade’s extraordinary today probably started in the morning. After Donovan’s reminder, Lestrade realized that today is Scotland Yard’s internal evaluation, the annual internal evaluation, which includes fighting, disassembling and assembling firearms, and physical fitness. Wait, homicide squad was No. 1 two years ago, but with the average age of homicide squad getting older, they have lost that honor for a while.

"Is time so fast? Is it going to start today?"

Lestrade said damn it, some young blood has also entered their team this year. They are the most important and elite place in Scotland Yard. Why did the others laugh behind their backs.

Their tests were all single combat. Donovan was asking Lestrade who he should report this year. Lestrade stood there and touched his chin. He is Batman's physical function today. There should also be some changes, so...he should be able to display super strength today.

"Donovan, I will also sign up this year."

"Boss, are you sure?"

Lestrade's ability is indeed good, but... two years ago, he was injured in a fighting competition, and he has not participated in any competitions since then.

"Of course, I'm not sure why."

Donovan showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, "But..."

"Donovan, that year was just an accident. After all, I'm also the detective of the homicide squad."

So under Lestrade's insistence, his name appeared on the list. No matter what this year, Lestrade will win back the reputation of number one to the homicide squad.

He clapped his hands and said to his subordinates: "I have only one goal this year, and that is No.1. Do you have confidence?"

"Have--"

Today Lestrade is going to "kill the Quartet".

Anthea, who was sitting next to Lestrade, turned her head and smiled, "Sorry Inspector, but I can't figure out what the boss is thinking."

But whether she can't figure it out or doesn't want to say it, only An Xiya knows. She still fiddles with her mobile phone with her head down. That mobile phone is like her clone, and she can't leave at any time. If If she is going out, all her work depends on that mobile phone.

It's just... Jarvis told Lestrade something that surprised him. It was about Anthea. In Lestrade's opinion, Anthea should be writing a document or a report with her head down. , because judging from her concentration, she is very concerned about what she is writing.But Jarvis gave Lestrade a decryption. Anthea was not writing a report, but was gossip about her boss and Lestrade, to the anonymous website.

The title started from "My boss has taken a fancy to his brother's friend, the poor sheep is about to be thrown into the pot."

Lestrade pointed to himself, is he a sheep?He is clearly a wolf, or he is a cunning fox, but the word sheep cannot describe him at all.

"But I don't think it's accurate to describe you as a sheep."

Lestrade raised his eyebrows when he heard Jarvis's words. Of course, he should be described as a hungry wolf.

"I think changing it to Little White Rabbit might be more suitable for you."

If it wasn't in the car, Lestrade must have silenced Jarvis. Jarvis's voice has a hint of magnetism, and he speaks very nice and decent, but he will use this nice voice now. The sound came to tease him, which was very annoying no matter how you looked at it.He knew that Iron Man's AI could not be a complete gentleman, that would be too boring, but who would have known that this AI was not a gentleman but a black belly.

"Inspector, we've arrived, the boss is waiting for you inside."

Lestrade got out of the car and adjusted his tie and suit. Jarvis watched Lestrade's small movements through the monitor and said, "You are nervous, sir."

Lestrade wanted to deny it, but Jarvis didn't give Lestrade a chance to deny it at all. Small gestures are often a manifestation of people's hearts. Lestrade cared about his image in front of Mycroft. A good impression was left in McCoff's heart, so Jarvis thought that Lestrade was actually interesting to McCoff, but the two of them were like children, exploring and moving forward cautiously in the torrent of emotion. .

After all, their location is a restaurant that will not be open to the public. The investors here are those politicians. Sometimes they will have dinner here and talk about the direction of the empire. Lestrade is one of the few Ordinary people invited here.The waiter opened the door for Lestrade, and he stretched out his hand and said, "Please come with me, sir."

The waiters here are all selected from thousands of people. Not only are they good looking, they have even received special training. They are no worse than agents.The waiter didn't look down on Lestrade because of the cheap suit he was wearing, and he didn't stop Lestrade from entering with a potentially dangerous suitcase. His immediate superior ordered him to do so, and he didn't want to leave a bad impression on Lestrade.

"Good afternoon, Greg."

The man sat on the chair and stood up after seeing him coming. Lestrade carefully looked at the man in front of him. Because of his gaze, the man unconsciously adjusted his tie. Lestrade didn't know why. Wanting to laugh, he thought of what Jarvis said just now, he made those small movements because of nervousness, so is it possible that the man in front of him who is called the British government is also nervous now.

"Good afternoon, Mycroft."

It was the first time for Lestrade to come to this restaurant, so he was a little curious why it was so quiet here.Mycroft didn't tell Lestrade because the real person in power here is himself. In order not to make Lestrade feel uncomfortable, the restaurant only serves the two of them at noon today, and it is good to declare that there are important people.

Greg Lestrade, of course, was the important person in Mycroft's eyes.

The food for lunch today was selected by Mycroft, and they are all the things that the chef here is good at. He has investigated Lestrade and had meals with this person a few times, so he knows what Lestrade likes and dislikes. They are all engraved on Mycroft's hard drive.

Mycroft noticed the box Lestrade brought, but he just glanced at it. The outside of the box was pure black, which was no different from ordinary briefcases.So McCoff simply brushed off the topic, "It looks like Greg still has work this afternoon."

"Yes, a busy afternoon."