[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Mr. Elegant Landmallock

When Dominic thought that he helped the cute little Bruce again today, he felt flattered.As a result, before he could wait for him, a call labeled 'Big Y Government' came in.

Dominic: "..."

As soon as Dominic turned on the video, a fat man in a three-piece suit with an extremely backward (heavy) hairline appeared on the screen.

The man smiled gracefully, "It's been a long time, Mr. Lanmallock."

Dominic also returned an elegant smile, "Long time no see, Mr. Holmes."

Mycroft fiddled with the umbrella placed next to the armrest of the sofa, "I think you really don't plan to leave any of them to the government?"

Dominic: "I think that's why you asked me to make this deal, isn't it?"

Mycroft smiled and did not refute, "There is no country ready to accept 'it' yet."

Dominic tilted his head slightly, and said in an affirmative tone, "So you believe that I am ready to accept 'it'."

Mycroft: "Although Mr. Landmallock may not believe it. But in my eyes there is no one in this world who is more ready for it than you."

"Even Superman?"

"Even Superman."

"Well," Dominic leaned back on the sofa, there was not much surprise in his tone, "but I've already given it away."

"I know." Mycroft was not surprised, "I know you will give it to someone who is ready to accept it in your eyes."

"Get ready..."

The tough and unyielding person who was almost swallowed up by pain and regret flashed through Dominic's mind and shook his head with a chuckle, "He's not ready."

McCoff raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"

Dominique: "He needs it."

"Needed it to save lives."

Mycroft nodded: "Superman."

Dominic was a little surprised, "I thought you would hate him?"

"Superman?" Mycroft smiled and shook his head, "He is an ordinary person with extraordinary strength. Not to mention he is also Achilles."

Mycroft has never felt that there is anything terrible about an ordinary person who hasn't even mastered his own strength (here specifically refers to IQ). Even if he has no weaknesses, he has ways to destroy him.What's more, he still has such a glaring and well-known weakness.

Dominique saw McCoff's disgust and couldn't help but said, "In fact, he has a super brain power."

So can you stop despising Superman's IQ when everyone comes over? !Clark will cry, believe it or not? !The kind that can wake up crying in a coffin!

Mycroft raised his eyebrows in surprise, "So you're saying that his current IQ is the result of using his 'super brain'?"

Dominique: "...Neither."

Dominic is about to touch Superman's tears.His ability is really, it is better not to say it.

Dominic waved his hand, "So what's the matter with you?"

Mycroft put away all his surprise, and resumed his decent smiling expression, "I think you should know something about my stupid brother."

Dominic's eyes darkened, and he said the name that could be said to be the idol of all detectives in another world, "Sherlock Holmes."

Mycroft didn't realize that the complexity in Dominique's eyes was because of the meaning of the name, but thought he was because of a reckless behavior of his bald brother.

Are you serious?Use the identity of the FBI to top it? ?Are you going to make sure that our liaisons never once say we are from that country? ?

Sherlock: Because I hacked your communication system, stupid fat man.

Mycroft sighed, a look of trouble flashed in his eyes, "He's interested in him."

Dominic immediately thought of a name, but he wasn't sure yet, but his tone revealed a lot, "Who?"

Mycroft stared deeply at Dominic for a while, as if he could see through all his secrets, "You know what? You are really contradictory."

"Well," Dominic was not frightened, but just returned a smile, "If you don't want to cause trouble, I advise you not to delve into that 'contradiction'."

Mycroft: "...I know."

Then he suddenly said without thinking, "Professor."

Dominic squinted his eyes, and several thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally gathered into one sentence, "I see."

Then he ruthlessly expressed his desire to hang up the phone.

Mycroft: "..."

McCoff couldn't help but glanced at Dominic and then again, and then sighed with a complicated expression, "Sure enough, talking to smart people is different."

Dominic: "... I don't know why, but when I hear this sentence from your mouth, I always feel that you are mocking me."

Mycroft immediately showed a humble and innocent smile, "How could it be? Then I won't disturb your work, goodbye!"

Then McCoff hung up the video without hesitation.

Dominic: "..."

**

Dominique is a very peculiar exception to Riise and Finch's long and seemingly endless "number" rescue journey.But regarding his departure, apart from Riise's regret that he still didn't let Finch wear the clothes he had been looking forward to for so long, it didn't cause any waves.

Until this day, after they successfully saved the number again, Finch received a message.

"Dear Mr. Harold Ran:

I'm very sorry that I haven't sent you another message until now. Due to some personal reasons, we can no longer make an appointment for a second discussion with you as agreed.As compensation, we have made two sets of suits according to the size and specific indicators of you and your friend Mr. John Cullen, and specially used the materials specially imported by our company on the basis of the same price.I don't know when you will be free to try it on. If there is any dissatisfaction, we can change it on the spot.

Dominic Douglas"

Finch: "..."

Reese: "..."

Finch silently stared at the words 'two suits' and 'suits' in the email.

Riise seemed to be watching his movements, "Anyway, we don't have anything to do this afternoon, why don't we make an appointment this afternoon?"

"What? Oh, this..." Finch struggled to look away from the computer screen, regretfully but firmly said, "We won't go."

"Wh..." Riise was taken aback, and looked at Finch in confusion, "What are you talking about??"

Finch: "I repeat, no one went back to get that suit, and no one asked for that suit. There are no Harold Jean and John Cullen in this world."

"Finch," Riise looked at Finch disapprovingly, "I think you should go."

Finch was extremely firm, "I won't go, neither of us will go."

Riise was a little helpless and angry, "Finch, you know he has no ill intentions towards us."

"It's not about malice, Mr. Reese."

"It's about secrets."

Finch stared at the screen solemnly, "I can't keep any of our secrets in front of him, Mr. Reese."

But they are all people who have survived in secrets and concealment. Losing their secrets is no different from losing their lives.He had the confidence to guard all their secrets under any circumstances before, but when facing that person.

In front of that person who didn't even use computers very much, he only felt boundless fear, a fear of being seen through, and all the secrets were discovered.He looked at him as if... as if he knew everything about him, all the secrets that he wanted to rot in his bones and bury in the ground.

"Finch..." Reese looked at Finch with a worried face, and he tentatively put his hand on the shoulder of his terrified boss.He knew how much his boss cared about privacy, and he also knew how frightened poor Finch would be by Dominic's perhaps intentional or no doubt showing off.

"I think we should, Finch."

Reese crouched down, grabbed Finch's stiff hands, and gently supported his trembling knee.

It may be because he and his most important friend Nathan were killed because they were discovered by 'them'.It was rare for Finch to expose his fragility, protruding a little bit from the thick layers of shells, and allowing Riise's little behavior of crossing the boundary.

The corners of Riise's mouth turned up almost uncontrollably, he almost wanted to give someone a gift!He suddenly felt how ridiculous and unacceptable his behavior of hating someone before was!Look at who he almost chased away! !

Reese suppressed the little joy in his heart, leaned forward and probed Finch further, "Finch, I know what you are afraid of, what you are afraid of. But whether he is a good person or malicious. We should all Go, we have to figure out what he wants and what he wants to do."

"I···"

Finch lowered his head, staring at the big hand covering his hand in a trance, his whole body was immersed in the pain of the explosion, he watched, he watched his friend being blown to death in his own eyes before.What's more, he found out after that that the machine had already warned him and told him, but he deleted it himself.

He deleted his best friend, the only hope of survival for his only best friend in his life!He was the one who killed him.

"Finch..."

Finch suddenly heard a sigh, and the next moment felt himself being pulled into a warm embrace.

Finch slowly turned his stiff eyeballs, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses, then tentatively, slowly stretched out his hand and gently touched Riise's generous and warm back.

"Fuck, if you want to do something, can you go out and open a room by yourself! We still have to work here!"

Finch put his hand down quickly, and tried to break free from a big bad wolf that was almost hanging on him.

A female voice suddenly sounded, and Xiao looked back at Lisewan's murderous eyes that were about to shoot her with a gun in an instant.I was right!Why do you two gays bother to go out and find a room, don't mess around here!

Finch's cheeks were flushed. He looked helplessly at Xiao who was standing at the door, looking at them with dissatisfaction, and said helplessly, "Ms. Xiao, I'm afraid you misunderstood. We didn't..."

"Stop, stop!" Xiao rolled his eyes and waved his hands directly to suppress Finch's words, "Don't talk to me, I don't want to hear what you guys want to do here."

Finch twitched the corners of his mouth, still trying to explain with difficulty, "I mean we didn't..."

Xiao said dissatisfied: "I've said it all, I don't want to hear about your personal affairs that shouldn't be done here!"

Finch: "...Forget it." Whatever you want.