[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

The gunfire didn't last long, because the guests were not only mixed with the seventeen killers Moriarty read out, but about ten people joined the melee.The two teams claiming to be ordered by Magnussen were forced to withdraw from the battlefield before they could verify each other's authenticity.At this time, the hall was in chaos, and the guests hadn't even been evacuated for a third... A bald man raised his gun and fired at the ceiling: "Quiet!"

The words didn't seem to have much effect, and the screams and cries continued.The bald man had no choice but to keep shooting at the top of the head until the chandelier fell down and there was a huge bang, and there was a moment of silence in the auditorium.He yelled: "Quiet! We have no intention of harming you, ladies and gentlemen, we just want to take away a person who shouldn't be here! As long as you don't act rashly, I promise you will not suffer any harm!"

"Petersen, you should know whose wedding you ruined!" A gray-haired man snorted coldly, "Sir just reduced his frequency of activities, but it doesn't mean that he has withdrawn from our world! Doing so , don't you worry about revenge!"

"Maybe he wants us to kill this man!" The bald man showed a ferocious smile, "Why do we fear Moran? Isn't it because he controls half of the power in Moriarty's hands? Now, Moriarty He’s back! Whether his identity is true or not, Moriarty’s name itself means a threat. We’ve had enough of the Spider King’s rule, and this era is no longer his era!”

"Who does that belong to? Magnussen?" A young woman pointedly said, "Forget it, we all know what happened, Magnussen sold the information, and you are like smelling the bait Come here like a stupid dog... We are all interested in this matter, but today is Sir's wedding! According to the rules..."

Before she could finish speaking, a bullet pierced her forehead.The woman fell down with her eyes wide open, and screams erupted in the hall again.

"There's so much nonsense, I can't figure it out. Moriarty has been dead for three years, how can anyone abide by the rules he set?" The bald man licked his lips, walking towards the chief table, "Now, Mr. Jim, best man, are you willing to come with us nicely, or do you intend to have to go nicely with us?"

Moriarty sipped champagne, and said casually: "Just so, I also have a question. Are you also sent by Magnussen?"

"What's the difference to you?" The bald man has already walked in front of him, holding the small pistol in his rough hand, and removed all the parts in a few seconds, "It's really curious, just now you Why didn't your good subordinate Moran take you away when he ran away?"

"It's much safer here than outside." Moriarty looked at him with a smile on his lips, "If I go out, who knows how many enemies I will face? And at least here, since your goal is to get me , then... I am safe."

"If your face wasn't so young, I almost thought I was facing the real spider Moriarty." Peterson said, leaning forward and grabbing Moriarty's shoulder, "But don't care who is it--"

Suddenly there was a gunshot, Peterson showed an expression of disbelief, and fell to the ground on his back.Several of his accomplices also had no time to react, and they were killed by cold guns or daggers secretly released.Almost half of the guests drew their guns, and the muzzles of the black hole-holes were aimed at Moriarty.

"Mr. Moriarty," the gray-haired man said slowly, "please raise your hand towards us and stand in front of the long table. It seems that we haven't seen you for a long time, and we can see you again as a living person. Next It’s a real honor.”

Moriarty shrugged, "Who are you?"

"You don't need to know, and you don't need to remember everyone here. Because we both know you don't have a chance to go to God. Hands up! Immediately!"

Moriarty raised his arms obediently, with a terrified expression: "Please, you are not going to play for real, are you? How long will this scene take? Where is the camera? No, no... ...is that blood ketchup?"

The gray-haired man looked at him suspiciously: "What the hell are you trying to do?"

"God, I just... I just... want to make a living..." Moriarty's frightened expression deepened, and his body was even trembling.He walked around the long table slowly, with a frightened look, and carefully kicked the bald man's corpse: "Hi? Buddy? Mr. Peterson? Are you okay?...God!"

His footsteps softened, and he fell to the ground in full view of everyone. He scrambled away from Peterson's body, and tears welled up in his eyes: "You killed him! My God! He's dead! My God , you murderers!"

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, and one person called out tentatively, "Moriarty?"

"No, no! Don't kill me! I'm innocent!" Moriarty hugged his head and shouted in panic, "I don't know anything, I don't know anything... Someone told me that I can get a life Big money, I'm coming! I just want to make a living..."

There was an uproar in the hall for a while.One said: "He's done that before, hiring an actor, pretending to be him, and then embedding..."

"The current plastic surgery technology is too developed, and this possibility cannot be ruled out..."

A man raised a gun and walked up to Moriarty, and rudely hit Moriarty on the shoulder with the muzzle of the gun: "Hey! Kid! Then who sent you!?"

"...Magnussen..." Moriarty said timidly, shaking like a quail, "I heard people call him that... I thought he was a director, or a producer or something... What? Aren't you all invited by Magnussen? I just want to make a living... Tell me, tell me, he can't really die!"

He scrambled and grabbed the man's trouser legs, the man flung him away contemptuously, and stepped back: "It seems that he is indeed not real..."

"What the hell is Magnussen doing!" The gray-haired man angrily slapped the gun on the table and made a loud noise, "He vowed that whoever can kill Moriarty first, he will give Who is half of Moriarty's interests in Eastern Europe...and he tricked us here just to kill an actor!!?"

"So you also got the news from him..." a beautiful woman said, "So, our goals are the same?"

"Lydia, do you think there is any value in him?"

"If not, why are all of us still pointing our guns at him?" Lydia said quietly, "I believe he is very likely to be true, after all, Jim has always been a good liar. Even if not, as long as Magnussen admitting...isn't that enough?"

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, the gunshots rang out.A bullet hit the wine bottle above Moriarty's head, and he screamed and ducked under the table.At the same time, those guns that were originally pointed at Moriarty turned and pointed at each other, and started exchanging fire without hesitation.Everyone believed that someone who wanted to get benefits from Magnussen must have fired first, and in order to fight for benefits, they must not let go of any possible enemy!

Moriarty rolled under the table, into a lean embrace.A low laugh came from the top of his head, Moriarty fumbled around, and grabbed Sherlock's neck: "You seem very happy, huh? When did you come?"

"5 minutes ago." Sherlock smiled and gasped, "but I saw that you seemed to be having a good time, so you didn't go out to interrupt you... Well, well, I was wrong, Jim, I didn't I should run over and put myself in danger, but it's not that I don't trust your ability, but because..."

The table was suddenly kicked over by someone, and the mercenary man looked at the two hugging each other in amazement: "...There is another one here!!"

Sherlock rolled towards the wall with Moriarty in his arms, dodging a batch of bullets.However, the movement was too big, and the wound on his chest was pulled again, causing his face to contort in pain.Moriarty kicked over a round table and hid behind it.But soon someone came after him, raised his gun with a hideous face, and pointed it at Sherlock's head.

Moriarty hesitated for a moment, just as he was about to take out the armor, Sherlock suddenly raised a bag and shouted: "Stop! I have notified Magnussen, and he will be here soon! "

"I'm so glad you trust me so much, Holmes." A slightly hoarse male voice rang out.Magnussen walked in the door, surrounded by a group of bodyguards with live ammunition: "I've been waiting for your call-oh, sorry, did I interrupt something?"

He took off his glasses and glanced across the field.

Moriarty lowered his eyes and smiled slowly.

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