Wake up every day as a superhero

This is a text that can be read immediately only if you have subscribed to 80% of the full text. For the rest, please wait for 24 hours. Lestrade wants to say whether everything is developing too fast. Knowing that the man might like her a little bit, now they might have a small date, although Lestrade didn't think it was really a date.

"Ahem, McCoff, does he have something to do with me?"

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."

With yesterday's experience, Lestrade can now deceive Mycroft even by lying, but this has nothing to do with McCoff's noticing.The food arrived quickly, and Lestrade had to agree that Mycroft knew himself. There was nothing on the table that he didn't like, nothing at all.

"It seems that Mr. Mycroft Holmes is more careful than you think."

Lestrade wanted to complain that he had always known the merits of Mycroft's carefulness. It was Mycroft Holmes. You must know that the first time he met this big bastard in front of him, he was holding a small black umbrella in his hand. Like an old British gentleman, he speaks elegantly and politely, and every action seems to be just right. You won't feel that he is superior, but you will think that he is different.

Fuck it, I can only say that when we met for the first time, Lestrade gave Mycroft a score of 95. As for the five points, it was all because he invited himself to the warehouse in the corner of London in a rude way. , although he later apologized, Lestrade insisted on deducting the five points from McCoff.

"I still want to formally say thank you for what happened yesterday."

Lestrade scratched his head and held up his orange juice, "It's all a coincidence, who knows... I will have a sudden car accident or I will run into someone who wants to attack you."

Lestrade would not say that he hit the car on purpose, just because he didn't want to put Mycroft in danger, no, no, of course it wasn't because he liked it, but if something happened to this man, Lestrade would be very happy. Fear that the whole of London will collapse in half.

He didn't care whether McCoff believed it or not, anyway, he told himself in his heart that everything yesterday was just a beautiful coincidence that couldn't be more beautiful.

Obviously, Mycroft didn't believe it. He got some news from Sherlock. For example, Lestrade borrowed Donovan's car to leave Scotland Yard in a hurry, and he moved forward with a purpose. , There were not too many cars in front of them before the accident, and Lestrade was driving very slowly, there was no possibility of accidental collision, unless he did it on purpose...

Sherlock assured Mycroft that Lestrade must have known something they didn't know at the time. He found the last assassin and blocked their assassination.Sherlock told Mycroft that perhaps they had misjudged Lestrade, he might be more powerful than they imagined, even Sherlock made a bold idea, he imagined that Lestrade might be Mutants hiding in the crowd.

He wanted to explore whether what he said was true or not, but was vetoed by Mycroft. He warned Sherlock that if he didn't want to scare away their dear Inspector, he should obediently leave him alone, no matter what Lestrade had on him. Secret, they just need to know he's safe.

Mycroft changed his posture. He remembered Sherlock's comment to him yesterday, "When did you become so cautious, fat man? Like a coward."

Sherlock won't understand that kind of emotion, because he hasn't met a person who wants to give all his emotions.All Sherlock Holmes don't understand feelings until they meet the right person, and when that special person appears, they become ordinary people for that person.

Their father was, he was, and maybe one day Sherlock would be too.

"I don't know if today's lunch suits your taste."

Mycroft's cautiousness made Lestrade feel amused. It turns out that the British government still has such a side.

"Sir, it is obvious that Mr. Mycroft Holmes is just showing this different side in front of you."

If Lestrade could talk now, he would definitely ask Jarvis if there was another item in his program called gossip.

Since they had a good talk at noon, could Mycroft invite Lestrade to have a drink in the evening?After all, they both had work in the afternoon, and they only drank orange juice for lunch. For Lestrade and Mycroft, they preferred wine.

"This..." Lestrade nodded after thinking for a moment, "Then see you tonight."

Mycroft said that when Lestrade got off work today, he would send a car to pick him up, but Lestrade said that he had a car or that Mycroft sent him the address to his mobile phone, and he would drive there.Mycroft didn't ask too much, he bid farewell to Lestrade again, looked at the back of the man leaving, looked at Lestrade's upturned buttocks and pursed his lips...

"Sir, Mr. Mycroft Holmes, look at your buttocks again."

"Jarvis, you really need to mute."

Most of the gossipers at Scotland Yard were in favor of Lestrade being in love, because he had a happy smile on his face and it was obvious that he was very satisfied with the person he had lunch with.

Lestrade didn't care about their gossip, he just drove those people to work.

"Jarvis, I actually don't need to wear armor today."

Lestrade told Jarvis that evening when Scotland Yard got off work.

"Sir, we are always there just in case."

Sometimes Lestrade suspects that Jarvis is not only black-bellied, but also has a crow's mouth. Before going to the bar with Mycroft, he thought that he might not have the chance to wear Iron Man's handsome armor, but the trouble will never come. Probably far from Greg Lestrade's.

Like now he's crouching in front of the bomb in that shiny gold suit, wiping the sweat off his brow.