Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

First floor of a hotel near London Airport.

"Our target seems to be vigilant." Rogers pressed the headset, frowning slightly.

"It's not easy to get close. Women are more alert to women, especially dangerous beauties like me." Natasha, who was wearing casual clothes, picked up the coffee in front of her and took a sip.

"Captain, you actually have a natural advantage. Do you want to try it? I will never tell the doctor." Natasha flipped through the newspaper at hand, completely unable to tell that she was talking to someone else.

Rogers glanced at the target through the closed TV screen above him, "...this kind of task makes me a little weak."

Natasha folded her legs, "Fury probably made you partner with me to get you out of warrior mode as soon as possible. We are agents and spies now."

Rogers hesitated, asked the bartender for two glasses of wine.They have delayed this task for a long time, "Then let me try—"

He stood up with the wine glass in his hand, and froze as soon as he faced the main entrance.

The one who came in with the suitcase...Erth? ? !

Natasha choked sharply.

Lowes raised his eyebrows when he saw the familiar back who quickly turned back and sat stiffly.

Natasha turned her head, "Why did the doctor appear here?!"

"...coincidence." Rogers smiled wryly.

One should have gone to Sokovia, and the two chased the target from Russia to the UK. What a coincidence! !

Lowes glanced at the room, pulled the suitcase and walked towards the bar where Rogers was.

Natasha..."You wish for luck, Captain."

Rogers raised his hands and half covered his face, his head lowered to the ground.

"Beer." Erce sat down next to him and said to the bartender.

Rogers turned around quietly to leave.

"Mission?" Erce asked calmly.

Rogers retracted his stepping foot, "...yes."

"Who are you with?" Erth didn't look sideways.

"...Nata."

"Which one is the target?" Erce took the beer from the bartender.

"...by the woman in the window booth." Rogers coughed.

Natasha... "Hey—" Is it really okay to just say that? ?

"Capture or track?" Erth tilted his head.

"We just need to copy all the files in her mobile phone." Rogers compromised, "She has an important list in her hand."

"Is it difficult?" Erce wondered.

"That woman is too vigilant." Rogers gave up on himself, "We have followed her for a long time."

Erce hummed, drank his wine, reached out to take out a map from his bag, opened it and studied it carefully.He also took out a pen from his pocket to melt on the map, wrote some words, and frowned.

"I might need to ... strike up a conversation with her—" Rogers stammered.

"Wait." Erce blinked, pulled the suitcase, grabbed the map and walked towards the door.

Rogers stood still.Natasha stirred her coffee cup.

Erce took a few steps, and seemed to have seen the target by accident, his eyes lit up, and he hurried over.Started greeting the target in very broken Japanese English.

Rogers was taken aback, and Natasha raised her eyebrows.

"Japanese?" the target asks in Japanese.

With a relieved look on his face, Erce began to babble a lot in Japanese quickly and fluently, his eyes full of joy.He put the map on the target's table, pointed at the map and asked something.

After asking, he smiled at the target, bowed again and again, grabbed the map and left.Before walking out, he glanced back.

Rogers understood and walked out shortly after he left.

Lowes let go of the rolled up map in his hand, and threw him the mobile phone wrapped inside, "It seems that I can't stay in this hotel today."

Rogers was a little dazed when he took the phone, and recalled, "You pressed the map on the table and took the phone away—OK. I didn't know you could speak Japanese."

Erce smiled, "When you meet a fellow countryman in a foreign country, I think everyone will relax."

Rogers grinned, "Why did you come to England?"

"I changed places temporarily on a business trip." Ess waved his hand, "You should hurry away. I don't want to get involved in trouble."

Rogers squeezed the phone, "Okay. See you later."

Natasha also happened to drive to the side, "Hey, doctor—I didn't know you had such a talent!"

Erce waved at her, "Not as good as you."

After the two left, Erce took out an identical mobile phone from his pocket to play with.The woman just ran out with a serious face, and when she saw Ess, a sternness flashed across her face.

Erce tilted his head, "This time, I'm the one who connected. Next time, what are you going to do?" He turned cold.

The woman was taken aback, thinking of something, her eyes widened, "Are you a doctor?"

"Don't underestimate anyone." Erce narrowed his eyes slightly, "Your task has been completed. I will not tell anyone about this mistake. I hope you are smart enough."

The woman scowled.

"Why, you don't believe it?" Erce raised his eyebrows.

The woman smiled, "I just didn't expect the doctor to look like this."

"Then you will remember it next time." Ursz pulled the suitcase and hailed a taxi.Regardless of the expression of the woman who stayed where she was, she got in the car and left.

The woman turned around for a while, and finally left.

Erce played with the phone, but had no intention of opening it.

The woman is the Hydra informant responsible for connecting with him.It is said that the plan in Sokovia is of great importance this time, and he wants to give himself a list of informants who can be contacted in the DC District, but at the same time, Fury sent someone to spy, and it happened to be Rogers and Natasha.

Is it intentional or unintentional?Is Pierce suspicious of himself?

Erce frowned slightly.Is it because of his performance in the New York disaster or because of the nuclear reactor before?No matter what, he still underestimated Pierce's cold-bloodedness.Even if the human experiment led by the scepter still needs him, it is the part that Strucker is responsible for after all.

Pierce probably trusted his 'insight plan' more.

Hydra has been operating as a huge organization so far, and it is impossible to think about it.In particular, there are constant contradictions between the part lurking in S.H.I.E.L.D. and the part operating outside, and their information is not equal at all.

They also do things under the name of Hydra, but it is not an exaggeration to say that they are doing their own thing.

If Pierce couldn't help but shoot himself...not once, what would he do next?

Erce narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Is the guest here for tourism?" the taxi driver asked.

Erce hummed casually, lowered his head and flipped through his phone.Then he paused, looked up at the rearview mirror, and met a pair of slanted blue eyes.

Muddy, with some lurking malice.

"Where is the nearest hotel?" Erce put the phone back in his pocket and folded his legs.

"Ah, except for the one where the guest just came out, the nearest ones are a bit far away." The driver pondered for a while.

Erce glanced at the job number hanging around his neck, "Really?" He turned his head and glanced at the car window, the car door had been locked from the inside.

Erce blinked his eyes, his luck seems to be a bit subtle recently.

The driver's car has gone further and further away from the beginning, and there are fewer and fewer people or cars on the road.Erce glanced at his watch, "Isn't it here yet?"

"Be patient, guest." The driver's eyes were reflected in the rearview mirror, looking very secretive.

Erce raised his hand and rubbed the space between his brows, "How about this, let's take a step back. How about I pretend that I don't know what you're going to do, and you also pretend that you have never accepted me as a guest?"

The driver suddenly pulled out a handle and pointed the gun at Erce in the back seat, "Don't move around. I don't guarantee that I won't go off."

Erth... it would be very interesting if he turned in this gutter.He didn't wear a ring.

Erce reached out and took out the necklace from his collar, "I don't know if you want to believe it, but let me tell you. This thing is a transmitter.

I was born with heart disease.Once the heart rate is out of tune, it will send my abnormality to the mobile phone of the relevant person. "

The driver twitched his lips, "Relax, I'm just playing a game with you. You still have a 50.00% chance of leaving alive."

Erce put the necklace back on his collar, sighed softly, and stopped struggling.

The driver took Erth to an empty construction site, opened the door, and said, "Come on down, guest."

"Can I have the suitcase?" Erce blinked.

"Of course." The driver rubbed the gun with his hand and stared at Erth closely.

Erce looked around.

"Go - don't look around." The driver pressed his gun against his vest.

Erce followed his will.

They finally entered a dilapidated residential building, and the stairs creaked when they stepped on them, feeling like they were about to collapse at any moment.

Erce looked at the empty room, "Now, what game?"

The driver looked at him sullenly, wondering what he was weighing.

Erth... "You have already reached this point, isn't it too late to consider whether you picked the wrong prey?"

The driver's face twitched, and there was some madness hidden in his eyes.

Erce sat on the suitcase. "Now, what do I need to do? You don't look like you're up for a robbery."

The driver laughed, took out two bottles of capsules from his pocket, and placed them side by side on the ground, "Here are two bottles of medicine. One of them contains poison. You and I each choose a bottle.

You pick first, I take the rest. With a 50.00% probability, one must die and one must live.How about this game? "

Erce glanced at the two bottles of medicine, "I'll choose first, and then you choose the rest? Are you sure?"

"Of course. The game is fair." The driver held the gun in his hand and grinned.

"If you want to be fair, you should throw the gun out of here." Erce pointed to the window behind him.

"I didn't shoot you directly, that's just fair." The driver twitched his lips.

"Whatever I choose?" Erce looked him in the eye.

"of course."

Erce nodded, "Okay."

He reached out and put the two bottles of medicine in front of him.

The driver frowned, "What are you doing?"

"You said it, no matter how I choose." Erce opened the medicine bottle, took one at a time, opened the capsule, poured some medicine into each palm, sniffed it, and then licked it.

Smacking his lips, he restored the capsule to its original state.Holding one of them, he smiled slightly, "Okay, I'll choose this bottle." He hasn't played a game for a long time, and the driver's game is actually quite interesting, despite the fact that he is not very proficient at pretending to be ruthless. .

The driver clenched his hands, "What did you just do?"

"I'm a pharmacist. The kind that knows medicine." Erce smiled at him.

The driver's face turned blue.

"Please." Erce pushed another bottle of medicine towards the driver, holding the reclosed capsule in his hand, "Swallow it together."

The driver took another bottle of medicine with a stiff arm, "I don't know any pharmacist who can distinguish medicine by this."

Erce hummed, his smile unchanged, "Really?"

The driver gritted his teeth, unscrewed the medicine bottle abruptly, and took out a capsule from it. During this period, his eyes were fixed on Erth's face, trying to see something.

"Are you going to count one, two, three?" Erce blinked.

"..." The driver snorted, he didn't know what to think about in a short time, and suddenly he seemed to muster up a lot of courage and regained his confidence, "Please use——"

Erce raised his eyebrows, isn't he really afraid of death?

"Then let me count?" Erce dragged his voice.

"No need." The driver threw the capsule into his mouth, swallowed it, and opened his mouth wide, indicating that he had eaten it.He took out the gun and pointed it at Erce, "Eat it."

Surprised by his decisiveness, Ess swallowed the capsule slowly, facing the black muzzle of the gun, and opened his mouth to signal that he had really eaten it.

Three minutes later, the driver's hand twitched and the gun fell to the ground.He clutched his throat, with bulging veins, and stared at Erth with relief in his grim expression.

relief? ?

Erce stood up, kicked the gun away from his hand, and looked down at the man who had begun to epilepsy.

The driver smiled distortedly, "...you were the first one to survive. It was my bad luck."

Erce squatted down, dragged his suitcase, and opened it, "No, you are very lucky. You are unlucky if you shot me dead."

Except for single, strong-tasting medicines, there is no pharmacist in this world who can distinguish poisons by taste alone, no matter how powerful they are.

However, except for drugs that kill when touched, talking about toxicity regardless of dosage is hooliganism.He didn't know which was poisonous and which was not. He based his choice on the fact that both bottles were poison and the driver's psychological quality was super high.

However, to be on the safe side, he greatly reduced the dosage of the medicine he took.However, his luck seems to be good.The driver's psychological quality is not high, but he has a kind of desperate ruthlessness.And these two bottles of medicine are really poisonous and non-toxic.

The driver stared at him and observed himself for a while, then took some medicine out of the box, and began to split, mash, grind and mix.

His expression was distorted in pain, and soon he lost consciousness, not knowing what Ess had done to him.

Waking up again, he opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the white ceiling in disbelief.Why is he still alive? ?

"Are you awake?" The nurse opened the curtain and walked in from the outside. "Fortunately, that gentleman neutralized the medicine and performed simple gastric lavage for you in time—otherwise, no one would be able to save you."

The driver was trembling all over, his eyes turned stern, he reached out and grabbed the nurse's arm, "I, I want to call the police!!"

"what??"

"That person—that person is the serial murderer who was in the paper recently!!!"

"what?!"

The author has something to say: I don’t know if you are familiar with the plot of Sherlock...

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