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My younger brother, his family education must be problematic. As a close elder brother, his trust in Mycroft is almost certain to be shaken.Thinking of the joy, Harrison couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

The only surprise was Hades' attendance. After hearing that Sherlock's specific court date had been set, Wilton unexpectedly made an appointment with Dittmar directly, and he bluntly proposed that he needed to attend.Dittmar asked him the reason, and Wilton was also very direct, "It's just a Sherlock Holmes." At the end, he even gave Dittmar a less severe warning, "I don't care about Moran now. betrayal, because our target was the same enemy, but after that..." He drew out his voice, "I believe that being my friend is much more enjoyable than being my enemy."

On the surface, Dittmar promised Wilton everything, but no one knows what he planned after returning.Although Dietmar specifically explained the complicated relationship between Hades and the Rock brothers when reporting it to Harrison, Harrison still agreed to the other party's attendance.This will be the first step in the rise of the Robert family, and he doesn't mind letting more people witness, especially... When he realized that his dog seemed a bit disobedient, Harrison sneered, he just doesn't have it now Energy, a dog is always a dog.

On the day of the trial, Watson was wearing a black three-piece suit, and Augustine rarely clamored to go out with him. "Wait for me to come back." Watson touched the boy's soft hair. He was really grateful for Augustine's company during this time.

Not long after he left, a black car stopped at the door of 221B. Augustine opened the door and smiled happily at the driver in the driver's seat, "Uncle Sebastian, I really miss you."

Moran lowered the brim of his hat, "Are you ready to flee, Your Highness the Little Prince?"

☆、87·Harrison's Tragedy

For this trial, Harrison prepared a lot, but when he really faced Sherlock, he realized how difficult this man who had only stayed in photos and rumors before was to deal with.

"All you know is a shirt, no fingerprints anywhere else, no blood at my place; so far you have found no weapon, no motive, no witnesses, just a piece of clothing with blood on it. Take a cut and wipe yourself, take your shirt to the dry cleaner before it can be laundered, take it to the crime scene, any guy can do that without me being there. What makes you guys think I'm going to wear mine The shirt is there, stained with blood, and then taken off into the room, as the only evidence in the entire room that can be pointed. Unless I am in a hurry to be caught by you, right?" Short-term imprisonment|imprisonment career It didn't make Sherlock haggard. On the contrary, his slightly paler skin made the lines on his face more rigid, and his voice was deliberately lowered when he made statements, which made him look less like the defendant. Like a judge.

Of course, Harrison knew that Sherlock was right. In fact, if Moran had not provided the "witness", he would not have been able to advance to the trial so quickly, but it was a pity that Lady Luck seemed to be on his side. Side, nodded slightly, the lawyer began to present a series of evidence, the impassioned voice ranged from Sherlock's incompatibility and maverick in school to the other party's idleness after graduation, and the fact that Sherlock was kicked out by the landlord after renting a house. The black history that came out.He even filed a statement jointly signed by several landlords, which admitted that Sherlock Holmes is a demon with dangerous beliefs, because he "sold his soul to the devil and possessed the ability to psychic"...During the whole process, Sherlock was expressionless, and his gaze didn't flinch even the slightest bit. Watson looked at Sherlock like this and wished he could shoot the lawyer on the spot.

Finally came the case presentation, where the wig-wearing lawyer triumphantly shouted out the "trial" that the psychiatrist had given Sherlock, "a high-functioning antisocial personality, generally recognized as highly aggressive, shameless, and The ability to adapt to society is not strong. We have reason to believe that what Sherlock Holmes has shown before fully demonstrates the latter two points. And the 'high aggressiveness' has also been shown in this case, in view of his behavior during schooling With a high IQ, he is a great threat to society."

Watson felt the blood hitting his eardrums one after another, so that he couldn't hear what the lawyer was saying. Are you kidding me, Sherlock...could it be that high-functioning antisocial personality?He thought of the cover-up they gave each other in Eros Palace, the confession they made when they first got together, and the Christmas full of confrontation and joy... Ridiculous, if he knew which goddamn doctor did it For this diagnosis he must have broken the bridge of his nose.

"Calm down, John, Sherlock doesn't care." Mycroft's voice came from beside him as if he knew what he was thinking. The name of the former psychiatrist was blacklisted.

Watson clenched and loosened his fists, "These are not direct evidences, as Sherlock said, their evidence is insufficient, right?" After speaking, he looked at Mycroft expectantly.

Mycroft didn't speak, but the tip of his umbrella poked the floor to signal that he heard it. Watson was very upset, but kept quiet in his seat.Trust the consulting detective, he told himself over and over again.

"The Royal Academy of Drama would love the way you speak. What you describe is even more touching than the tragic childhood of Oliver Twist, but gentlemen, unfortunately, there is no direct evidence, no personal evidence, just you As I just said, the cases in the mental hospital must be more exciting. What does this have to do with our case? What does it have to do with me? I have a family and a lover, and they can all prove that I am normal. Let me do it again. Emphasize that none of the things you have listed are directly related to this murder, in other words, they are meaningless." Sherlock's voice was even soft, but the sarcasm in it was equally obvious.

"Then, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, if we have evidence or physical evidence that can directly prove your participation in this murder, wouldn't it be meaningful?" The lawyer was not irritated by Sherlock at all.

"Human evidence, material evidence, motive... There must be something," Sherlock folded his arms, his voice remained flat, "If you have evidence, assuming he is credible, yes."

"Sherlock?" Watson exclaimed in surprise. In fact, based on his understanding of Sherlock, it is impossible for the other party to give such a relatively definite answer, especially since everyone knows the definition of "credible" in this private How fragile is the trial court.Watson had an intuition that Sherlock like this was abnormal. He remembered that the information that Augustine brought to Sherlock was comprehensive enough. He didn't believe that the consulting detective had no back-up, but before he could think clearly, he heard the lawyer's excited voice. , "I request the subpoena of witness Louis Matt."

And the first sentence of this witness, Louis Matt, shocked the audience, and he introduced it in a hoarse voice, "My name is Louis Matt, and I am a painter by profession. I am here today to tell You, I, are the murderers in this case, and I regret not being able to agree with Mr. Holmes as far as aesthetics are concerned, but I must not let him take my honour. Yes, gentlemen, there is still a part of that beautiful lady. Inside me, it makes me feel utterly blissful."

A few miles away, Jonas' cell phone suddenly turned on, and then he saw a message left by his brother on it, "Control Moran, shrink the power, our 'great' boss is about to collapse."

There was uncontrollable whispering in the courtroom, Harrison's face was livid, and the judge had to hit the base hard with his mallet, "Silence, silence."

After a while, the order in the courtroom was restored. Harrison turned his head to look for Dietmar, who was supposed to be sitting a few rows behind him, but found that there was no one in that seat.

"Mr. Matt, this is a courtroom, not a place where you can mess around. As a witness, what you need is to tell the truth, not to hide it under pressure from someone." Harrison's lawyer responded quite well. Quick, especially the "someone" at the end, who even gave Mycroft a blatant glance.

"I swear that I will tell the truth, so this is the truth. My name is Louis Matt. I am a painter. I have maintained a long-term relationship with the deceased for money transactions. I pay the money and she lets me. It's as simple as that. Then one day I Tired, and she didn't want to leave me, so we started arguing. I suddenly felt that woman was noisy, if only she couldn't talk. So I accidentally strangled her. After she died, I wondered about her What the heck, so I cut her open with a box knife. Oh, gentlemen, you should see, it's the most beautiful paint I've ever seen. So I made the most perfect work of my life, I brought it with me." After speaking, he suddenly pulled a piece of paper away from nowhere, layers of red covered the entire drawing paper, and in the middle, there was a bit of clean white.

There was a second commotion in the courtroom, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the red color was made by mixing human blood with paint.With this painting, the painter will be imprisoned for life | There is no objection at all.

"Mr. Matt, if you are really as fearless as you said, why didn't you stand up from the beginning." The lawyer raised his voice, "You must first understand that the crime you have to bear is life imprisonment|imprisonment !"

The painter suddenly laughed, and he still showed his paintings carefully during the laugh, "For the sake of reputation, gentlemen, if a small person like me stays at the scene of a crime, I'm afraid it's just someone in the newspaper. It’s just the small black letter behind the perverted killer. But I’m coming out now, although it’s not a public trial, I know you guys are big shots, and I’ll be famous eventually, so what about life imprisonment? My work will eventually be immortal, This is enough for a painter. As for why I know there will be big people here, I have to ask the person behind you, isn't it, Mr. Harrison Robert?"

Harrison felt that he had never been so embarrassed. For the first time in his life, he felt so sad to be in the eyes of everyone. He tried his best to adjust the expression on his face, maintain appropriate shock, and put an innocent person who was framed Performance to the extreme.

"Boom—" the gavel was sounded for the second time, "What you are discussing has gone beyond the scope of this case." The judge said dryly, although he was invited by the Robert family, but at this stall he also It won't be too obvious to damage your own future.In particular, many people know that Robert has been eyeing Sherlock Holmes recently, which is why they have frequent activities.It's just that Robert, who looked at the situation in the past, is now starting to have problems, and they must start to reconsider their position.

"Do you recognize the person next to you?" Harrison's lawyer had no choice but to ask according to the initial design.What else can he do, the judge said it must be related to this case.

"Yes, the famous consulting detective in London, the man I just mentioned, he gave me a shirt, and then let me put it at the crime scene. The consulting detective is famous, and I would like to be more famous." Matt replied.

"What evidence do you have to prove that...Mr. Robert gave you the shirt?" The lawyer received Harrison's instructions and continued to ask.

"A man named Jonas gave it to me, and I still have his photo." As he said, Matt took out a photo from his pocket, which was indeed Jonas. He held a bag in one hand, Looks like it just came out of a laundromat.

Seeing this photo, the lawyer on Sherlock's side seemed to have had his blood pumped. In his hand, he had a few laundry bills that Watson gave him, and one of the laundry shops that lost his clothes was that shop!

During this period of time, many people who have been in close contact with Harrison have begun to believe that the Locke brothers were put on the negotiating table by his subordinates. Although Jonas was not around, they had all seen photos of those two men. Yes, it is indeed Jonas in the photo provided by Matt.

"You have no evidence, I don't know this person!" The ups and downs of life finally made Harrison lose his composure. He had been planning for so long, and it took him so long. Finally, he was going to make it through, and the family was finally going to recognize him. Even these people around him called him brothers and sisters some time ago.But a second later, nothing was the same. His "brothers" looked at him with clear eyes, and his family was dragged into the abyss by him. Now, let alone a threat to Sherlock Holmes, it would be impossible for him to retreat. just possible.

Under such pressure, Harrison finally made another mistake. He stood up from his seat and questioned Matt directly, as if it was not Sherlock who was standing in the dock but himself.

"A recording, from a kind person." Matt smiled mysteriously, then he took out his mobile phone, and after a few operations, he turned the screen to everyone.The courtroom was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard. A small voice could be heard clearly from the mobile phone. It was Harrison's voice, "Is everything arranged? This time I want Holmes to die!"

"Yes, Mr. Robert," answered another voice.Harrison was hit by something first, and he slumped down on his seat. He recognized that it was Dittma who spoke his last name.

☆、88·Let's play together next time~

With such an almost direct accusation, the people present finally understood that in this contest between Sherlock Holmes and the Robert family, the former still had the upper hand.Because of this, when Mycroft politely offered that he "wouldn't mind helping find some evidence," no one came forward to speak up for Harrison.Sherlock was released in court, and the crazy painter was taken away by the police officers with his paintings.

"Sherlock!" Watson strode up, sizing up the detective up and down, and he didn't feel at ease until this man was standing beside him.

"John, I'm fine." It has to be said that as the relationship between the two deepened, Sherlock knew more and more when to say something.For example, now he actually knows to take the initiative to say that he is fine, which was unimaginable before.

Mycroft's umbrella was propped on the ground, and he looked at his young child with satisfaction. Looking at this posture, maybe he can still look forward to a wedding after everything is over?

"Mr. Holmes?" A gentle voice sounded from behind him, and Mycroft keenly noticed the increased gaze in his direction.

"Mr. Polk, good day." Mycroft turned around, with undisguised joy on his face, "Nice to meet you."

"That's your brother, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, right? Congratulations." Wilton's face was also full of sincerity, and anyone who looked at his face was happy from the heart, "Maybe you would like to introduce us Yes, I have heard his name for a long time."

"Of course, please." Mycroft made an inviting gesture, leading his third brother towards his second brother. He always had a faint smile on his face, but he couldn't help laughing—how could he not know What were the eyes looking at them thinking? With the further spread of Wilton's identity, many people knew that he was Hades. Now that the enemies of the Holmes family want to know the consulting detective of the Holmes family, No matter how you think about it, it will be a foreseeable conspiracy.But they will never know that Wilton's gun will never be aimed at Holmes, and they are the real family. "Sherlock, this is Wilton Polk, this is..." Mycroft introduced it solemnly, as if he had never met a stranger.

"I know him, my ex-fiancé," Wilton emphasized "fiance", and then he held out his hand to Watson calmly, "Nice to see you again, John, long time no see, I think I owe you my apologies .”

Those unpredictable gazes instantly turned into gossip, and Watson felt that his face was going to be cooked by the heat of the gaze. "Wilton, no, Mr. Polk, it's all right...well, I mean, it's nice to see you again." He stammered, feeling that shaking hands was a very difficult thing for the first time.After all, Watson is still an honest person, and his ability to make things up before he has ventilated is still a bit weak.

"Hmph." Sherlock folded his hands on his chest and snorted heavily. Damn hypocrite, the on-the-spot performance that was agreed at the time did not include the content of "molesting|molesting his second sister-in-law". There is no need to give Wilton face. "I don't want to know you at all. John is my fiance now, stay away from him."

"Why, I thought John and I were still friends." Wilton said without looking at Sherlock next to him, but focused on Watson.

"I don't like you, John doesn't like you, and Mycroft doesn't like you either." Sherlock changed the script according to the agreed content, "You will only be our enemy."

"Is that so? John, I thought..." Wilton lowered his head slightly, the gentle smile on his face restrained, and the whole person seemed to have been hit hard, "I'm sorry, I just want to say sorry to you in person .”

Watson didn't know how to let go of his hands, his face was flushed, and Moriarty's smiling face appeared in his mind for a moment.

The expression on Mycroft's face was a little stiff. Well, they did agree to confirm the fact that Harris and the Holmes family had a grudge on this occasion, but he never expected that his younger brother's intentional "cooperation" with Sherlock The relationship between them has developed from a normal grudge to a love-hate relationship. How do you use that word from the East?Yes, it's dog blood.He rubbed the handle of the umbrella. When this matter was over, he had to arrange for his younger brother to learn Chinese. Although it was a bit late, as the eldest brother, teaching the younger brother was a lifetime job.

"Stay away from us. Polk is an unpopular surname. I think we have reached a consensus on this." Sherlock pushed Watson aside and stood opposite Wilton. This action forced them to face each other. The short curly hair with a haughty expression is a gentle contrast to the medium-length hair, and some people even think that the sharp lines of their side faces are somewhat similar.

"I just came to say hello, that's all. I'm sorry to cause you trouble, but, Mr. Holmes, it seems that my brother's education is not that good." Wilton's voice became cold.

"The Holmes family has always been the best, and so is my younger brother, Mr. Pork. I hope that the next time we meet again, we will be as happy as today." Mycroft looked at the scene where the two younger brothers were fighting each other, and thought It's all nostalgia, the younger brothers have grown up, how long has it been since I saw such a direct fight face to face.

"If I were you, I would be very careful. Losing is always much easier than gaining, Mr. Holmes." Wilton approached Sherlock's face, his voice was not loud but could be heard by those around him.After speaking, he took Watson's hand beyond everyone's expectations, leaned slightly, and seemed to drop a kiss, "Final apology, John, we will see you again." After that, he didn't wait for everyone to react Just turned around and left.

Realizing what Wilton had done in public, Sherlock's face was completely dark. He took Watson's hand and wiped it vigorously on the back of his hand. "It really is a bastard matching a bastard."

Sherlock didn't say anything specifically, but Watson thought of the iPod that Moriarty had sent him, and the temperature on his face went up again. He wanted to explain to Sherlock that Wilton didn't actually touch his hand.But seeing the other party's completely furious look, Watson swallowed back the words. There is nothing to say back to Baker Street. There is no need to discuss whether he has been kissed in front of so many people.

Outside the courtroom, the stories Hades had to tell the Sherlock Holmes family quickly spread to London's underground world at an unprecedented speed.Although not everyone is qualified to know what happened that day, everyone knows what should be known.

Moriarty looked at his mobile phone, there were text messages from three people on it, the first two were okay, they just vaguely expressed concern for his recent life, especially his emotional life.As for the latter one, it is much more obvious, "Hades betrayed you, stay with me." The signature is Dietmar.

Looking at this unabashed text message, Moriarty smiled happily, "My dear Charon, is there anything I should know, eh?" Augustine in Latin moved slightly in the opposite direction to Moriarty, his body showing a bit of stiffness.

His behavior just made Moriarty understand something, "Dear little Oss, my cutest little boy, tell your old father, what fun happened?" He even playfully said Blinked.

Augustine raised his head reflexively to look at Charon, but was surprised to find that Charon left when Moriarty's attention turned to him.Looking at the open living room door, Augustine wanted to cry. He could understand Moriarty's position in this family, but he wasn't afraid, okay? "Dad..." Augustine said dryly. He knew that Charon's leaving represented Moriarty's attitude—he was determined to ask it out of him.Reminiscent of his father's explanation, Augustine has never regretted why he is reviewing Latin here today.

"I..." Augustine gritted his teeth, comparing his father with his father, it was obvious that he still knew the trade-offs.

"Shhh—Little Oss, be careful what you say~" Moriarty leaned forward, obviously not getting close to Augustine, but it brought him great pressure, "You are my son, if you lie , I can still see it. What's more..." There was even a bit of joy in his voice, "There are only two of us here, if you die, touch..." He gestured An explosive gesture, "Guess what Wilton will do to me."

Augustine's face turned pale, and this question didn't need an answer at all.Wilton was indeed the role of father in his mind, but he was also very clear that his status was incomparable to that of Moriarty.His father seemed to be very gentle to everyone, but in fact he was simply too lazy to spend energy on others so that he had the same attitude towards everyone.Not to mention Moriarty, Augustine struggled to control himself not to roll his eyes, he thought the greatest thing was his mother, right?What a strong heart it must be to give birth to such a man!

"It is rumored... Hades fell in love with little Sherlock Holmes' fiancé. The fundamental dispute between Pluto and the Holmes family lies in robbing the man." Closing his eyes, Augustine told himself that the person who knows current affairs is a hero, and when he grows up...why? He hasn't grown up yet, as soon as he turns 18, he will leave this house immediately, no, not only this house, he must change his name and run to the South Pacific, anyway, there are islands there, he just wants to live a stable life Life, why is it so difficult?

"That's Baby John?" Moriarty's face was full of surprise, "I didn't expect Wilton and I to see men in the same way, maybe we should try 3P next time, my God , I can't wait." He licked his lips excitedly, turned on the phone, and started replying to text messages.

Augustine opened his eyes after doing the mental preparation, and saw his father standing behind his father expressionlessly. Obviously, Wilton had just entered during their conversation.

With a subconscious flick, Augustine stood up directly, "Father..." He let out an angry voice and was stopped by the other party, "Sebastian is looking for you, put on your mask and follow him." Wilton's mouth told him so.

Augustine said something to Moriarty, who was immersed in the phone and just responded casually. Augustine held his breath and tried to restrain himself from running out, and took them with him after going out.

Therefore, he didn't hear the following conversation. Wilton leaned down and approached his lover who was concentrating on replying to the text message. With his thin lips parted, he read the text message word by word, "I like John Baby very much too. , maybe we can try 4P? If you give me an address, dear Dittmar."

Moriarty waited carelessly for him to finish reading before clicking send, "Honey, don't you think this is a brilliant idea?" He even took credit for it back.

"Tired of waiting?" Wilton smiled softly, probably knowing that it was because the so-called "cooperation" during this period made Moriarty endure to the limit.

"I'm the Empress of the Underworld, so I have to do something?" Moriarty was playing with his phone, and the corners of his mouth were raised higher. No matter what his real name was, some people should know that he, Moriarty, was back.

"Prove it to me." Wilton didn't stop it, anyway, it's really time for them to appear below.

Moriarty hooked Wilton's neck down with one hand, and pressed his lips together, "Be obedient, I'll be back soon."

☆、89 Dittmar's Tragedy

Dittmar felt that everything was going very well recently, and Harrison finally fell under the joint efforts of several parties, and he also dragged the entire Robert family into the water.He has heard many people say that during this period of time, apart from Williams Robert, who is still barely active, other Roberts have started to have different problems, especially Harrison. It is said that people from MI[-] provided a full three Inch-thick document to "detail the Robert family's heinous betrayal of national interests and plot to overthrow the Queen".Of course, no kind of crime is enough to surprise people, winners and losers, Harrison should have thought that there would be such a day when he first gave away his handle.

"Knock knock", the door was knocked suddenly, Dittmar shook the goblet in his hand, "Come in."

"It seems that you are very satisfied with your life." Hearing this voice, Dietmar poured the wine in his hand all over himself.

"Professor, why are you here? Have you finally figured it out?" Dittmar's face was flushed with excitement, and he grabbed Moriarty's shoulders at once, with strong confidence in his voice, "Now London is completely mine, leave Hades, that man doesn't care about you."

Moriarty was still smiling, and he quickly poked Ditmar's numbness with his hand, and the latter retracted his hand helplessly, "'Professor' is no longer here, the matter between me and Wilton None of your business, I just don't like traitors, for whatever reason."

Dittmar choked, but immediately the desire to conquer from the bottom of his heart filled his body, "One day it will have something to do with me." He whispered, after he tidied up London, sooner or later he would have something to do with Hades on.At that time, Moriarty would be his ultimate reward.

"You're lucky. I just happened to know about Sebastian's whereabouts." Moriarty naturally sat in an armchair beside him. "You can choose to go to him, or you can choose not to go."

Dittmar's eyes were fixed on Moriarty like a hawk, and it took him a long time before he said, "Why don't you go by yourself? Could it be that just by changing your name, you really think of yourself as a woman?" He was I really can't bear it any longer, what good is that Hades that can make Moriarty do this for him.

"That has nothing to do with you." Moriarty gestured indifferently, and then took out a small piece of parchment, "There is an address on it, you can go there or not. Of course...I believe you have a good relationship with Sebastian." Everything that Stian has done is finished, otherwise if someone finds him before you... that big Sherlock Holmes never cares who he cooperates with." Finally left a meaningful sentence, Moriarty In fact, I never worried that Dittma would not be caught.

"Ma'am, where are you going?" After getting into the car, Charon sat in the driver's seat with a low voice.

"Warehouse 31, East End, West London," Moriarty stretched his limbs, with a sense of laziness, "it's time to meet my 'old friends', London...not the Rock Brothers of London."

It has to be said that Moriarty's judgment on things is very accurate. For Moran, Ditmar and Jonas were ready to control when Matt started to attack.Although Matt was recruited by Moran, Jonas and Dietmar also participated in the specific implementation steps, so it is normal to take the time to prepare to kill the donkey.

It's just that they didn't expect Moran's reaction to be so fast, and it might be because the other party never really trusted them.Anyway, when they wanted to control each other, Moran had disappeared.

In fact, Moran is not a threat to the Rock Brothers now, but through this incident, Jonas and Dittma saw Moran's means. Since they do not intend to fulfill the agreement, such people will be left behind sooner or later would be a threat.

That's why Dittmar was complaining and led someone to a small villa outside of London according to the address on the parchment. After making simple arrangements, he touched the pistol in his arms with one hand and knocked on the door politely.The door opened quickly, and a man whom Dittmar had never seen opened it without saying a word, before letting him in.

"Where's the colonel?" Dittmar's voice was stuck in place. Passing the city from the foyer, he saw a person bound to an armchair in the living room next to him. It looked like a child.

"The colonel is waiting for you upstairs." The man followed Dietmar's gaze and finally just answered the question.Dittmar continued to go upstairs without saying a word, but she seemed to be guessing the boy's identity in her heart.Moran would not do meaningless things. He must have brought this kid here to be a bargaining chip with someone.

This thought only briefly appeared in his mind, but he put it down quickly, "Only you and the colonel are here?" Dittmar made a look of worrying about his safety.

The man didn't speak, but knocked on the door of the upstairs study room silently. Dietmar walked in, and Moran was sitting on the heavy sofa in the room. Seeing him coming in, Moran had a smile on his face, " Welcome, someone wants to see you."

Dittmar didn't expect that there was someone behind Moran at all, but this also explained why the other party was able to dodge so quickly. He took his hand out of his arms and took a deep breath, "There is no third person in our deal, Sebastian."

"Of course, there's never been a third one." As soon as Dietmar finished speaking, he heard an additional voice behind him.The deep male voice had a familiar resonance that made him draw the gun out without thinking.

Turn around, pull the trigger, and then roll on the spot and hide behind another couch... Ditmar's series of movements were extremely smooth. He finally pressed a small communicator, and people outside the house saw The signal will come rushing up.

Calculating the approximate time for them to rush up in her heart, Dittmar was able to care about her own results just now.Although it was all based on instinct just now, Dittmar is also confident that the opponent will be shot nine times out of ten when he is completely unexpected, not to mention the distance between them just now.Dittmar recalled the feeling when he just heard the voice, yes, the distance between that person and him would not be more than one meter.

"Colonel, you have betrayed our agreement." After the turbulent thoughts were suppressed, anger was Dittmar's first feeling, especially that