[Zhongyingmei] Shh, don't spoil it

"That daughter of yours is back looking for you."

"Ryan?" He smiled. "Twenty-one...do you think I'll have a chance to spend Christmas with her or something?"

"I don't think you'd want to celebrate this festival." Mycroft said flatly, "I remember you saying that one of your friends was the Jesus of those days—that John? That name really sucks."

"Oh—I forgot." Lake said with a contemplative look, "Then maybe we can only celebrate the New Year together."

Mycroft's facial muscles tightened. "Stop being hypocritical. We all know you don't care about her, but it's a pity that she's staying in your former laboratory, trying to find information about you."

Lake thought of something, but it was obviously not about Ryan, and he yelled in an exaggerated tone: "Oh, Sasha who finally saw the light again! I believe she is still so beautiful, little Ryan saw it earlier She can find her mission as soon as possible and get out of the sea of ​​suffering—but I'm not by her side now, maybe the arrival of little Ryan has aggravated the decay of her body, what a pity." He said with a sigh, "Really I hope she comes back to life..."

"Heh." Mycroft sneered, "Perhaps the revived Frankenstein is also a Frankenstein, and you have completely destroyed her long ago."

"Frankenstein! What a beautiful word! Perhaps Mary Shelley (the author of "Frankenstein") did not imagine that one day her characters would come true—it was a perfect work of art." Lake's There was a crazy light in his eyes, "Do you know how to do it? Just inject Sasha's blood into Little Ryan's body..."

"That's theoretical."

"But no matter what happens, it's a wonderful outcome, isn't it?" Rick approached Mycroft, pressing his right hand against the glass, with abnormal excitement in his gray eyes, "Think about it, as long as Master her, and you can create a puppet army—”

"You can stop your pointless fantasies," Mycroft interrupted. "That's never going to happen."

It snowed for three days at Christmas that year, and the snowflakes were softer than ever before, falling from the sky densely and undisturbed, like falling stars...

Rick King leaned against the wall with difficulty, and put his blood-stained coat on Ryan who was trembling in fear, and the hot blood almost stung the immature and fragile skin of the young Ryan.A puff of white air came out of his mouth, small and thin, and disappeared in an instant, which seemed to indicate his current state.

He told her to run, get out of this damn place, regardless of whether the temperature outside would freeze her to death in the snow as a cold corpse.

After that smear of red disappeared around the corner, his expression changed from painful and weak to one of coldness.Only those fine gray eyes still had some kind of gleam.

does he care

Do not,

He doesn't care.

Pulling the shirt on his body that was about to harden due to blood clots, he stood up and smoothed his brown hair, which was messed up for realism, and it became difficult to manage in pieces because of blood stains.The gray eyes were indifferent, like a cold-blooded beast without emotion.He stepped over the corpse to the side escalator, shaking his head nervously, as if trying to shake something out of his mind.

On the ground lay the corpses of countless researchers in white coats and armed men in black. Because of the slope of the ground, the blood flowed to a low-lying place, forming a pool of blood.

Then, there was a sound of a bullet landing in the empty passageway, and Lake squatted down to pick up the bullet, and murmured: "The time has become longer..."

"I'm going to send her back to America—and you too." Mycroft glanced at Rick's hand on the glass wall, "Americans should go to America, I don't want to interfere anymore things. I believe that the SHIELD in the United States will be very happy to accept you as a special human being."

"Are you talking about the Aegis that was ravaged by Hydra, and almost all the old cadres died?" He seemed surprised, and then raised his pale and good-looking chin, which was somewhat similar to Ryan, "Or are you actually Do you want my daughter to be a superhero?" His little Ryan's abilities are perfectly justifiable, but he doesn't want to.

"It's up to them. I have no right to interfere with Aegis." Mycroft suddenly showed a sarcastic smile, "I believe Captain America will be very happy to hear the news that his former comrade-in-arms is still alive. Mr. White, you were not very good at picking names back then."

Rick paused.

"Although nearly a century has passed, it still seems like yesterday to Captain Rogers." Mycroft tapped the ground twice with the tip of his umbrella, and finally walked behind the iron gate, "You were shot through Headless, Mister Martyr." The iron gate was automatically pulled shut, and everything was quiet again.

It was still that transparent and empty room, with the same lighting, the same glass and ground, the same bed and sink...

Rick threw aside the book that was buckled on the bed earlier, and the corner of the book hit the ground heavily, forming an unsightly indentation.He lay on the bed, lying upright like a mummy, staring at the ceiling motionless, and the monitor above gave him a faint red light.

There seemed to be a sigh in the air.

FUCK.

Ryan and Moriarty returned to the car, her expression was calm but it always felt like it was before the storm.

"I figured it out, you've known Lake King for a long time." She turned to look at Moriarty who started the car, "He asked you to lead me here?"

Moriarty shrugged, acquiescing.

"You held Mycroft back, but unfortunately, the other party didn't seem to want to come to us. Where is he now?" Ryan took a deep breath, "I see—he went to see Lake King... ...you've always known everything and you've been playing me for a fool. So what do I do now? Go back to Baker Street?"

"Why not?" Moriarty stepped on the accelerator firmly on the freeway, and the car flew out like an arrow, "No one will blame you, and no one will know my existence. Why not do what you want?"

"Ha!" Ryan sneered, "Your purpose is to attract the attention of Sherlock Holmes, otherwise you wouldn't go to the nearby museum to steal things. I believe you should have a lot of such things in your home."

"That's right—our game has begun."

The author has something to say:

Frankenstein is a monster in Mary Shelley's novels.

Now it is also a synonym for humanoid monsters. (Katami acted in the film adaptation, Benny acted in the stage play adaptation)

By the way, Anli.

Let me sort it out for you by the way.

The information about the power plant and Lake King that couldn’t be found at the beginning was due to McGregor’s handwriting, and later the world merged with a data loophole (this is why Wen can find the information about S.H.I.E.L.D. on the computer)

At first, Merlin found out that the address of the abandoned database was given by Moriarty, and then McGregor hurriedly made a remedy and asked Merlin to notify Ryan to change the address.Maggie's umbrella is the same as Harry's, and he has been in contact with Kingsman for a long time.

He asked Ryan to say hello, which means that he knows Kingsman and all of your identities. I don't care about you and are so tolerant because all your actions are within my expectations.

Moriarty's lure to Sherlock in Summer of Gods is also a steal (and bold).

Lake King is not what Ryan thought at first, and the direction is completely wrong. In order to prevent Lake’s plan from succeeding, McGeor finally chose to change the battlefield from the United Kingdom to the United States (after all, he does not want to make his country unlucky)

And... There is obviously a story between the US team and Lake... (not gay friends, otherwise what about the Winter Soldier)

Or please collect it...