Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

Watson sat a little further away from Sherlock, with a small notebook and pen in his hand, ready to record the conversation.

As far as Carl knew, the good doctor would always do it when he got the chance.

Of course, Sherlock doesn't need to use a pen to record. This is Watson's preparation so that when he writes a blog after the case is completed, he will have specific data to cite.

Carl has been sitting in his seat for more than ten minutes. During this period, Sherlock folded his hands on his chin and stared at Carl thoughtfully. , slightly pale skin, and his motionless body all gave him a metal-like texture.

The good doctor Watson had already eyed Sherlock uneasily several times, and had given Carl several apologetic looks.

"Sherlock," he finally couldn't help interrupting Sherlock's gaze and meditation, "you don't have to..."

"I know you, Kal-Eyre, the heir of the Ayre Group, a typical egoistic rich young man, which also explains why you appeared alone in London, England." Sherlock interrupted Watson's words, speaking quickly Fast, "As far as I know, you have become the latest kidnapping target of criminals, but only a few of them can get your photo, even I have a hard time breaking through your computer firewall, and I have reason to suspect it was a game after all—you put me in it, didn't you, Al?"

Carl smiled at Watson, whose face was full of "My God, this is the boss of Ayer Group", but said to Sherlock, "Just call me Carl, Mr. Holmes."

"Sherlock." The consulting detective reciprocated.

He put his hands together under his chin, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his face was thoughtful:

"Private jets, car transfers, your shoes are so new that I wonder if someone is laying a red carpet under your feet at any time, you wear clothes that are completely inappropriate for the weather, it is difficult to see where you are from... considering you Of course, it’s not surprising that the intelligent system of Ayer Group will take care of your delicate skin anytime and anywhere.”

Watson coughed: "Well, Sherlock, we usually don't describe a gentleman as delicate."

Sherlock, of course, ignored him:

"It's unbelievable, you are so fit and perfect from head to toe, even if you wear clothes that deliberately make you more slender and slender, I can see your strong physique under the cover of this cumbersome clothes. I can't find you Information on the net, it's amazing, but the high level of protection your parents have on you effectively makes it happen, we don't know anything about your past...even the fat ones don't know anything about you. Congratulations, Carl, he should have sent two members of the standard team to investigate you, and more people should be added at present."

Carl kept smiling: "I'll talk to him."

"What? Wait, Hey Sherlock, what the hell are you talking about? I mean, is your brother planning to do this to Carl?" Watson, who had been out of the situation all this time, finally caught the point of this conversation, " Also, you actually hacked into Ayer’s computer?! Do you know that Ayer is synonymous with high technology? What if you are found out, you will be regarded as a commercial spy!”

And you're still talking about your computer hacking in front of the boss!Watson's eyes said, are you stupid!

"Don't worry about John, I think these little intrusions are under Mr. Al's control." Sherlock said, he finally put away his folded palms, showing a somewhat bored expression, "I didn't find anything , except for some gadgets and a little information from Mr. Al. I guess this is also Mr. Al’s instruction, a small test, and those who pass the test can get some things.”

"Sherlock is right." Carl explained to Watson with a smile, "You know, as a company famous for computer technology, we are one of the best pedals, hacking our official website is a proof the glory of his own wisdom."

"Poor John, I'm afraid he doesn't have much in his head." Sherlock lazily slurred about Dr. Watson's IQ, and the good doctor just gave Sherlock an angry look.

"So, Mr. Al, what do you want to come here to find Sherlock?" Watson asked.

"You guys should know that I started a film company and I'm very interested in the stories you write about on your blog," Carl said, trying to look pleasant enough, "I hope you, Mr. The stories depicted empowered us to recreate the wisdom of Sherlock Holmes and your bravery on screen—”

Watson subconsciously glanced at Sherlock, but Sherlock didn't look back, and only gave one word: "Boring."

"Sorry I'm afraid..."

Watson's words were interrupted by Karl: "Please think about it carefully, we will properly cover up these cases. To be precise, we just need to use the two images of 'Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson' a little bit. We Will even change the time of the story to the previous century to ensure that some of the secrets in the case will not be leaked - a lot of money, of course. And Sherlock can get our latest electronic equipment. Not for sale internal equipment."

"I agree." Sherlock, who was not interested just now, immediately agreed, "John will agree too."

"But Sherlock..."

"Wake up, John, the technology of the Ayer Group is something that Fatty also wants to get. He doesn't know how many commercial spies he sent there, but he didn't get anything. Now it only needs a small price to get it." I can't wait to see how crazy he is when he gets a technology that Fatty can't get after spending tens of millions."

Once again, the good doctor Watson looked at Carl uneasily.

And Karl turned his head slightly, showing a slightly frivolous and arrogant smile, which is the kind of smiling face you can imagine belonging to a kid from a rich family who is loved all the time.

The small frame did not block his long eyelashes and his blue eyes, although under the cover of the glasses, his pupils showed a brighter sapphire blue than his original pupil color, which only made him smile There is an increasingly sweet feeling that cannot be ignored, an inexplicable temperament, as if it is the fault of others when he gets angry, as if any rejection is very cruel to him.

He ignored Sherlock's pointed words and said, "Good cooperation. Sherlock, you will get what I promised."

The deal has been concluded, and the good-tempered Dr. Watson wanted to entertain him, but was stopped by the impatient Sherlock. He had to look at Carl apologetically, and got a comforting smile from Carl.

It is not surprising that Sherlock would agree to his proposal. He is a person who is very proud of his intelligence and reasoning ability. The curtain is not worried about this matter.

As for his elder brother, what did the high-ranking official whom he mockingly called the "British Government" think about it? He could only say that the relationship between Sherlock and his elder brother was not very good.

A younger brother who is too free, coupled with a brother who is a control freak, but these two people have unparalleled IQs in the world...

Sherlock's rebellious period is probably several times that of ordinary people.

As long as Carl and Sherlock were talking, the rain outside the window had stopped, and the sky was as blue as washing. Everyone put away their umbrellas and walked leisurely on the still wet road. The girls in miniskirts talked and laughed and walked away. up.

After walking out of 221b, Karl standing on the side of the road looked a little eye-catching. They cast curious eyes and walked away quickly when Karl looked over.

An unhurried footstep was gradually approaching, and Carl stood there holding an umbrella, looking at the street in a daze.

"What brought you to London?" Mycroft said unhurriedly behind Carl.

A very familiar London accent, so standard that it looks more like a robot than a robot. Even if it is deliberately restrained, it still makes the listener feel that the speaker is superior, and the tone is a little bit heavier than when we met last time. footsteps.

"You really put on weight like Sherlock said, McCaw," Carl said.

He turned his head, and the man who walked to his side stopped just right.

Mycroft smirked at Carl: "Did you hear it again? I hate your superpowers, Carl."

"Aren't you one of the superpowers for ordinary people?"

"My superpower is just wisdom. Besides, no one dares to talk about your superpower in front of you. You are a military force that cannot be matched by all the missiles on earth combined."

"So I had your attention as soon as I arrived in England. Where's the car? It's not your style to talk on the side of the road."

As if you can't hear where the car is, Mycroft said with his eyes, but he didn't say the words, just turned around slightly, as if he had received instructions, a low-key black car The commercial vehicle stopped beside them.

Mycroft opened the door for Carl, who accepted the offer unceremoniously.

The driver's heart beat faster for a few seconds, because Mycroft not only greeted Carl himself, but condescended to open the door for him in such a way that Carl accepted without any psychological barriers.But he quickly recovered himself through the adjustment of his breathing, and he started the car without even trying to look in the rearview mirror again.

The vehicle glides slowly and then accelerates suddenly. The feeling of sitting on the car is almost static, without any sense of movement caused by gravity, and it is incredibly stable.

"Stark Technology." Carl said in a tone full of admiration, "Great, this is the technology of the US military, as far as I know, it is exclusively used by S.H.I.E.L.D.—Don't laugh, McCaw, I see the eyes in your eyes." Smiling. You have to admit that it is unprecedented for a department to reach the level of S.H.I.E.L.D."