[Comprehensive Yingmei] I became the white moonlight of the superheroes

"So sensitive."

Moriarty was sitting on the edge of the bed, he had a pair of harmless black eyes, when it looked at his lover affectionately, the hot emotion was swaying behind the eyes, as if he was just a boy who was just in love, milky and lustful.

But Daisy knew how many crazy and bloodthirsty thoughts were hidden in those black eyes.

She quickly calmed down, obediently put her arms around the other's neck, and tried not to fall on the plaything in his hand.

But the more Daisy hides, the more playful Moriarty's eyes become.

He stroked her hair slowly: "Do you know what I'm holding?"

Daisy pretended to be an idiot: "...Earrings? They are shiny gold, with a rose and yellow diamond on them, so beautiful!"

Moriarty chuckled, deliberately following her topic: "Then do you know the origin of the earring?"

Daisy shut up, the ominous premonition surged up for the nth time.

The man hugged her lightly, and asked himself an answer: "In the past, some women liked to sneak away to have a tryst with their lover while their husband was asleep." He said, kneading Daisy's little ears with cool fingers "Husbands cut a hole in their wives' earlobes and hang two metal rings. In this way, when they get up together, the rings will make a clanging sound. How dare they slip away again?" How about going out?"

If this was an ordinary person, he would probably faint from fright after hearing what the moody Moriarty said.

Daisy was crying in her heart, but she smacked him forcefully, and said coquettishly, "I don't have any little lovers in private, I only like Jim!"

"Oh." Moriarty caught Daisy's unsolicited kiss, and bit her bright red lips hard as punishment, "I didn't say it was for the ear, there is something more suitable for it. The place."

As he spoke, his ambiguous fingers traced a certain curve of her body, and the subtle touch immediately aroused Daisy's whole body to react.

She feels wrong!

"I'm scared!" In order to be more realistic, Daisy climbed onto Moriarty's body, wrapped her legs around Moriarty's waist arrogantly, and started acting coquettishly: "It hurts."

The Prince of Crime smiled again: "Pain is what makes people remember a lifetime."

...Damn it!Daisy still bargained persistently: "As long as I don't hang anything weird on my body." She paused for a moment, then thought of the bunch of props again, "...don't put them in there, anything else is fine."

After she finished speaking, she was stunned, and then she was startled by the other party's words.

From then on, she understood that she should never play tricks with people whose IQ is far higher than her own, because she can't fight, and she can never fight.

Sure enough, Moriarty's eyes became more excited, and he held her up with both hands: "You are my woman, so you should engrave my exclusive mark on it."

……

So, after Daisy took off her dress, Mycroft saw the rose on her chest.

But because of the injury, the coquettish rose petals were broken in the middle, half of them were still blooming magnificently, and the other half were burned into flame patterns, and the bottom of the dark green stem was engraved with the flower of "James Moriarty" font abbreviation.

System: [...The host is awesome, I finally know why you didn't let me remove this tattoo. 】

Daisy raised her head and looked at McCoff quietly, her green eyes were misty and misty: "Moriarty's seal is not only on the body."

Mycroft looked at her silently, with strange emotions churning up and down.The snow-white and beautiful body is covered with blood-stained bandages, and the broken and broken body reveals a shocking beauty.

He stretched out his hand to untie the meticulous tie, unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, and took a deep breath.Only then did the thin quilt on the bed be pulled over, covering Daisy tightly from her neck.

Daisy: ...

Mycroft said in a deep voice, "The security system of the Tower of London?"

Daisy knew that he had started to list crimes one after another, she had no intention of hiding it: "...I hacked into it."

"The Bank of England vault was stolen?"

"I did."

"Famous paintings stolen from the British Museum?"

"also me."

Mycroft sat down on the edge of the bed, wanted to be harsh but couldn't bear it. He closed his eyes and struggled for a long time before asking, "Where are the MI[-] agents who died?"

Daisy was silent now.

She looked at Mycroft hesitantly, but the face magically merged with Moriarty, even though she knew it was an illusion.

Daisy clutched the quilt tightly, and answered with difficulty: "Yes, I killed it."

Mycroft was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect her to answer so without hesitation.

He covered his face with his hands, rubbed it vigorously, and pinched the center of his eyebrows again, thinking about how to deal with this girl who was completely on the opposite side of MI[-].

In any case, as the top leader of MI6, he must give an explanation to his dead subordinates.

Daisy was even more dazed.

When Moriarty discovered her sharpshooter-like marksmanship, she undoubtedly saw the astonishment in the eyes of this criminal genius.

He stuffed a British Army Browning L9A1 pistol/gun into her hand, raised his right finger over his shoulder and waved it, and three plainclothes agents were dragged in front of her.

Moriarty walked around behind her, grabbed her hand and spun the ballistic, then whispered into her ear: "Here comes the target, it's fun."

After speaking, he smiled and sat aside, enjoying her performance with relish.

But as soon as he sat down, he heard three decisive shots.The red-haired girl ran over with a smile, and sat on his lap with her neck hooked.

Moriarty subconsciously looked at the three dead men, every shot passed through the center of their foreheads with incomparable precision, and they were already too dead to die.

……

The next day, in the Diogenes Club, Anthea noticed that her leader had been in a trance all day, looking absent-minded.

In order to get rid of this emotion as soon as possible, McCoff arranged three times the workload for himself, buried himself in various documents, and tried to paralyze himself with high-intensity work.

Until the nib of the pen in his hand scratched the paper for the nth time, McCoff got up abruptly, and because of the excessive movement, the office chair trembled and shook violently.

He pulled off his long trench coat and strode away, but when he opened the office door, Anthea, who was about to knock on the door, was taken aback, and the documents in her hand fell to the ground with a snap and scattered all over the floor.

"Sorry, boss." Anthea hurried to pick it up, thinking that her leadership was really unusual today.

Mycroft was anxious, but he still knelt down and helped Anthea pick up the documents.

Suddenly, several forms with "Retired Secret Service" came into his eyes. Although the names were completely different, the British government has the ability to remember with a photographic memory. The photos on it...was shot and killed by Daisy How many are those?

He even checked the database of MI6, which showed that he was indeed dead.

"What's going on here?" he poked at the document and asked Anthea.

Miss Secretary answered him conscientiously: "They are retired agents who are considered unsuitable to continue secret missions due to severe stress sequelae after participating in the mission. They will live again under a new identity, and are preparing to give you Record the file after signing."

McCoff understood.

He could even simulate in his mind, how Daisy at that time under Moriarty's nose covered the world and fabricated the illusion of the death of the three agents, so that they could escape.

But it was not easy to deceive Moriarty. For the safety of these people, she had to insist at any time that these people were "dead".

Even in front of him.

McCoff hurriedly picked up the stack of papers, stuffed them into Anthea's hands, and strode away.

But when he returned to the mansion in the suburbs, it was empty and there was no one there.

Even the group of people guarding her looked at me and you at a loss, not knowing when they escaped.

With a cold face, Mycroft took off the sticker signed "SH" on the door, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash can.