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. After Lestrade stopped the car, he saw the man waiting for him, Mr. Mycroft, the three-piece suit, and Mr. Holmes. He is now in a suit, only wearing a white shirt, and the iconic little black umbrella in his hand has disappeared. He raised his eyebrows when he saw the car Lestrade was driving, thinking that Lestrade really looks like Xia Like Locke said, like an unsolved puzzle.

"Greg."

"Hi, Mycroft."

From the sound of Lestrade greeting him, Mycroft judged that he was in a very good mood now, and it could be heard that Lestrade was also looking forward to the trip to the bar tonight.

But Mycroft didn't carry his iconic little black umbrella, but Lestrade still carried the box. At this moment, McCoff finally had some doubts.

"Looks like the Inspector works at night too."

"Some materials need to go home to look at, so I brought them here."

Mycroft nodded, and he couldn't see any sign of lying just from Lestrade's expression.

"Sir, your lying skills can already get full marks."

Jarvis, the AI ​​butler, was always there and always cracked jokes on Lestrade.

Unlike McCauf who likes to drink red wine, Lestrade prefers malt beer more, and McCauf chose this place because the beer here is famous, and he knows Lestrade's taste.

They talked very happily. Mycroft seemed to have opened up the chatterbox this evening, talking about things that would attract Lestrade's attention. By the way, he also exposed Sherlock. He talked about Sherlock's stupid things when he was a child. .

"I once thought that Sherlock might become a goldfish, but fortunately, he is still a Sherlock Holmes."

The Holmes brothers always used goldfish to describe their idiots, and Lestrade wondered why he had gotten used to their way of speaking.

"If Sherlock were a goldfish, you'd probably lose a lot of the fun, too."

Mycroft nodded, just like this, if his younger brother was a goldfish, he would be reluctant to bully a stupid goldfish.So in summary, McCoff believes that he still has the love of his compatriots, but the way he loves his relatives is a little... different.

Mycroft supported his chin with one hand, and looked at Lestrade's smile. This man was a few years older than himself, married and divorced, but he looked so attractive.In fact, Lestrade should be regarded as relatively young. He does not have the problem of baldness that British men all face, and his silver-white short hair is clean and neat.Because he is the detective of the Scotland Yard Homicide Squad, he has maintained a very good figure. They have held hands several times, so McCoff knows that those hands are not as delicate as women's. And the calluses left behind also have some scars from when they were young.

In his eyes... this man is full of charm.

"What are you looking at?"

Lestrade asked Mycroft, who shook his head and took a sip of the wine in his glass. He would not tell Lestrade that he had more passionate feelings for him.

But he didn't say that someone would tell Lestrade, don't underestimate Jarvis when you go, you must know that he is the AI ​​butler made by Iron Man.

"Sir, Mr. Mycroft Holmes is obviously interested in you, but it seems that Mr. Holmes does not want to have a one-night stand with you, but wants to formally pursue you as a lover."

Lestrade turned his head and tried not to let Mycroft see the conversation between himself and Jarvis, and the blush on his face by the way.

"Jarvis, did I tell you that you are actually a gossip."

"No, sir."

Lestrade raised his forehead, he decided to temporarily ignore the existence of Jarvis.

The change of things probably happened when Lestrade and Mycroft were a little drunk. In the corner of this bar, which seemed to have passed both the security system and the management, a violent explosion suddenly occurred. As expected of the inspector, Trade came to his senses the moment the explosion happened, and by the way threw down Mycroft who was sitting not far from him.

"*!"

Lestrade thought that today would be a peaceful day, but who would have thought that... at the end of the day, something like this happened.

The explosion was still going on, and there was chaos in the bar, and the frightened crowd began to rush out desperately as the wounded had already appeared. Lestrade stood up and picked up the box while holding Mycroft's wrist , he wasn't sure if the explosion was directed at McCoff.

"Let's get out of here first, where are your people?"

Mycroft was a little frightened when he was thrown down just now, but he immediately settled down. He knew that Lestrade was asking about his own agents, but McCoff didn't expect anything to happen, so those Guys are off work.

"I didn't bring it."

Lestrade cursed damn it, that's fine, so now he needs to get Mycroft to a safe place.

Mycroft looked at Lestrade's hand tightly holding his wrist and pursed his lips. The man just rushed forward, probably worried that the impact of the explosion would hurt him.He didn't know why he felt a trace of warmth in his heart, this person is like this... different.

"Sir, there is good news and bad news, which do you want to hear?"

Jarvis didn't expect Lestrade to answer, and he said immediately: "The good news is that this explosion has nothing to do with Mr. Mycroft Holmes. □□. And the bad news is that □□ is not one, now there is a bomb that will explode in 3 minutes, and if it goes off, everyone will be involved, and even the whole street will be implicated.”

Lestrade's footsteps slowed down, the door was right in front of them, he could have taken Mycroft out and drove away immediately, 3 minutes was enough for them to escape, but...his moral code told him this No, it is impossible for him to make the explosion happen.

"Greg?"

Lestrade took a deep breath, and he said to Mycroft: "People still need to evacuate inside, Mycroft, now you contact your people to rescue people, I will help, we will see you later."

Lestrade pushed Mykoff into the crowd. He knew that if it was Mykoff who called, all the supporting facilities and personnel would arrive as quickly as possible, so that at least the raging fire could be extinguished. .Lestrade was the only one who made it to the door and back again, peeling away the crowd and blocking the flames with boxes.

"Can Jarvis locate the bomb?"

"It's a giant bomb, down the center stage."

Lestrade probably understood something. Regarding his identity today, he clenched the suitcase in his hand. Before the bomb was completely dismantled, he needed to clear everyone in the bar.

Iron Man's armor seemed to be tailor-made for Lestrade. He found a corner where no one was around and opened the box so that the armor would automatically fit on his body.Lestrade moved his shoulders after putting on the armor, so today he is Ironman, the most handsome superhero in his eyes.

Iron Man's armor can insulate heat, and it can also block small explosions. With the help of Jarvis, he amplified his voice, and he asked everyone to evacuate quickly following his command.I don't know if the appearance of Iron Man reassured people. In short, the chaotic crowd gradually calmed down.

Lestrade endured the scorching heat inside the armor and directed the people to quicken their pace.

"Sir, there are still 2 minutes."

If there is no mistake in the calculation, the evacuation should be completed in 1 minute, and he only has 30 seconds left to deal with the bomb. It feels exciting to think about it.It's just that at this time Lestrade heard someone shouting something, it was a girl, her face was full of tears, and her makeup was completely worn off.

The girl was calling another person's name, and Lestrade immediately came to her side and asked, "What happened?"

"My companion, my companion is trapped inside."

Lestrade gasped, and he said to the girl, "You keep up with the crowd, and I will find your companion and send her out safely."

"Sir, a living entity was detected in the bathroom."

Lestrade came to the bathroom that had already experienced the explosion by flying at low altitude. Inside the last door, a girl passed out there. She was still breathing and there were not many scars on her body. She should have been stunned. up.

He immediately hugged her and held her tightly in his arms. After walking through the raging fire, Lestrade handed the unconscious girl into the hands of the boy who ran at the end, and hoped that he could take her out .

"Ironman, you are the best."

"Thank you."

Lestrade knew the words were for Iron Man, not him, but he was just as happy.

With 30 seconds left, he stood on top of the bomb positioned by Jarvis, and carefully cut open the tempered plate above the stage. The countdown had already begun. Lestrade opened the helmet on his head, and he knelt on one knee There the mind is full of information about how to disarm the bomb.

But in the final analysis, this seemingly simple bomb still needs to cut the last detonation line to stop it, one red and one green wire. If it is wrong, everyone will go to see God with him.