[Comprehensive] The whole family has passed through, except me

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Rita: Today I saw Sherlock's... although it seems to be a little worse than Logan's figure...

Batman: I have a headache and it feels like it's getting worse!

Tony's father: Daughter, that kind of snake spirit is not suitable for you! ! ! !

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After talking on the phone with Alfred, Rita unexpectedly slept soundly.

At around 8 o'clock in the morning, she was woken up by her own hunger.

She hardly ate anything last night, but drank some milk with a bad taste from the Metropolitan Police Department. At this moment, she felt that she was going to be hungry.

Drowsily getting up to wash and dress, planning to go out to fill her stomach and then go back to buy some daily necessities, but this time she rummaged through her handbags and couldn't find her wallet...

Is it lost?impossible!

Rita began to try to recall all the details of last night.

She still remembers putting the wallet in her handbag and checking to see if she had any money because she promised to treat her enthusiastic neighbors to dinner.

Later, she was taken into the police station, because she had to verify her identity. Although she was reluctant, Lita handed over the fake passport of the handbag to the police officer. At that time, she still clearly remembered that her wallet was there.

Later, she made a small disturbance at the police station, and drove home alone, because there was extra change in the pocket of her coat, so she did not take out her wallet to pay the taxi driver, but came out of the police station until Just now, she didn't open her handbag...

In this way, it seems that the wallet can only be lost at the police station?

Are there thieves in the Metropolitan Police?

Well, although it is normal to have one or two criminals in the police station, in her impression, there are no strangers close to her, except for a certain talkative and annoying British curly.

Lita is not very willing to mention Sherlock, especially after reading the information about McCaw Holmes sent by Jarvis yesterday, she knew that the talkative guy in the police station turned out to be McCaw husband's brother.

But apart from this person, Lita really can't think of anyone else who would steal her wallet, what's more, when she thinks about it now, when she left the police station, she seemed to catch a glimpse of the smug smile on Sherlock's face ...

If he hadn't done something, there would be no reason for him to come out proudly in that situation!

Although she would not be able to walk in London just because she lost her wallet, it would be a hassle to re-apply for a credit card, and there was an important item in the wallet that she didn't want to lose...

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221B Baker Street, Rita checked the map on her mobile phone, it seems that it is not too far from where she lives.

However, when she opened the door, she saw James Bond again, standing in front of her house with a breakfast.

"Morning, I think you are not familiar with this area, so I bought you breakfast." Bond handed the paper bag in his hand to Rita, "I don't know your taste yet, just a simple sandwich and juice."

"Um... thanks." Although she was disgusted with this kind of behavior called protection, which was actually surveillance, she had no reason not to accept the breakfast delivered to her door, especially when she was penniless.

Lita inserted a straw into the freshly squeezed orange juice and took a sip, the slightly sour taste just enough to soothe her restless stomach in the early morning.

"I'm sorry about what happened yesterday." Seeing Lita accepting his kindness, Bond continued, "At that time, I shouldn't have treated you like that."

"Actually, you did a good job yesterday." Lita waved her hand and said she didn't mind. "You know that people usually run away when they see a mutant like me. So you don't need to blame yourself at all."

"I need to declare to you that my mission is to protect your safety and make your life here as comfortable as possible, not to spy on you, so—"

"So, can we go?"

Lita didn't care about Bond's next words, but gnawed on a sandwich and walked over to Bond's sports car. Now that she thinks it's good to have a bodyguard and nanny, she doesn't need to deliberately refuse him .

Bond immediately understood what Rita meant.

After a short time with her yesterday, he probably understood the girl's character to some extent.

Her temper is straightforward, and she will directly express her likes or dislikes, and now she is willing to continue to accept herself.

He ran over to open the car door for Lita, "Where do you want to go?"

"I'm going to ask someone for something, maybe you can help too." Lita immediately reported the address of Sherlock's house.

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At first, Rita was still wondering whether it would take some effort for her to meet that arrogant and stingy consulting detective, but when their car was parked outside the gate of 211B Baker Street, someone seemed to have arrived earlier than them step.

A black car was parked on the street at the entrance, and the door of the apartment was also open.

In the bedroom upstairs, Sherlock was wrapped in a sheet, looking sleepily at a man who was talking to him in front of him.

"Mr. Holmes, I would like to invite you to accompany us to an important place."

The man who spoke was wearing a high-end black suit and had a meticulous hairstyle. In Lita's eyes, he should be a very decent personal bodyguard.

What bigwig is the fabled consulting detective up to?Or is there another blind rich man who wants to entrust him to handle the case?

However, no matter what the reason is, for the current Rita, she can't let Sherlock slip away from her eyes.

Rita walked over and stood in front of the man in the suit, "Sherlock Holmes, no matter where you are going next, I think you should return the things you took from others first."

Sherlock shrugged and put on a look like I don't know anything.

"you--"

Leta wanted to say something more, another man in a suit behind him was holding a whole set of clothes and pants and placed them on the table in front of Sherlock.

"Mr. Holmes, time is running out, please put on your clothes and go with us."

Although Sherlock has already seen through the important part of the man in the suit, he doesn't seem to be very interested, but at the same time he doesn't want Leta to get what she wants.

Finally, Sherlock, who was wrapped in a sheet, decided to go with the two men in suits first.

But just as Sherlock stood up from the chair, Rita grabbed his blanket.

"You can't go anywhere without taking out my things."

"Miss Leta Stark." Sherlock turned around and bluntly revealed Rita's identity information, "Tony Stark's only daughter. You should have been divorced not long ago, and your ex-husband was—"

"To shut up!"

She doesn't mind being mentioned that she is the eldest lady of the Stark family, but she really minds someone saying the name Bruce Wayne at this time.

In order to stop Sherlock's unrestrained mouth, Rita exerted all her strength——

"Tear--"

The sheet on Sherlock's body was torn in two.

Under the sheets, unsurprisingly...nothing on.

However, Sherlock still quickly grabbed the remaining half of the quilt in his hand to cover an important part of his lower body.

This is probably the second time Rita has faced this embarrassing situation.

With the experience of breaking into Logan's bedroom by mistake last time, especially in front of a man she really hated.

Leta took a deep breath and kept her composure, not even taking her eyes off Sherlock.

"Mr. Holmes, I think what I said yesterday has been very clear. I hate men who talk too much! Don't let me hear one more word that I don't want to hear, or—" Lita stretched out her hand again and pulled Xia Locke tore off only half of the quilt, "I will embarrass you even more!"

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Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

No one would have thought that the only woman in the room would do such a thing.

At that moment, everyone held their breath and looked at each other.

Lita actually didn't dare to continue to look at Sherlock at that time, but in order to maintain her momentum, she had to deliberately show a calm and calm look, and continued to stand in front of Sherlock.

Mr. Agent 007, who had been watching the whole scene on the sidelines, suddenly regretted it.

One is the boss's own brother, and the other is the target person he needs to protect.

Sure enough, yesterday he should have listened to this girl's suggestion and applied for termination of this mission, which is more appropriate?

This young lady who doesn't play cards according to common sense every day is really overwhelming!

"Sherlock, what time is it? You—" A man suddenly walked in slowly from the bedroom door. He had a serious tone of preaching just now, but after seeing Sherlock, he couldn't help laughing for a while, "Oh, I What did you miss?"

"No, nothing!" Sherlock, who could barely maintain his composure in front of strangers, couldn't hold back anymore. He grabbed a pair of pants from the table behind him to cover his lower body, and couldn't help complaining, " Mycroft, you shouldn't be here at this time!"

"Then where do you think I should appear? Your client is waiting at Buckingham Palace, and you are still performing naked here?" Mycroft said, taking the rest of the clothes and stuffing them into Sherlock's hands.

"SHIT!" Sherlock cursed and turned into the bathroom.

After getting rid of his younger brother who was always worried, Mycroft also noticed Lita standing beside him.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Stark." He held out his hand, showing a gentlemanly and polite smile, "I think you should have heard of me. Mycroft Holmes."

"No, I don't know you." The legendary man who actually controlled the British government, James Bond's boss, just took a look at his smile and it was not difficult to see what was hidden in his smile. This man was obviously shrewd And she is good at calculating others, she doesn't want to know him at all.

Mycroft didn't miss the obvious repulsive intention in Lita's eyes, but he still maintained his usual gentle smile, "First of all, I should deeply apologize for the offense my brother has caused you."