[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Tony clutched the back of his head and was kicked to the corner of the wall, and his back hit the wall hard. During his brief coma, he heard a regular sound of thud, thud. He thought it was the sound of water, but now he listened carefully. It didn't seem to be... Tony thought, it seemed to be... the sound of wheels touching the track.

He felt something touch his elbow. The special outline and metal touch were the keys that Moriarty had just dropped casually. Tony carefully put the things in his palm and continued to bury his head in the He remained unconscious in his arms.

Three people came up quickly, and one of them kicked his stomach impatiently: "Hello."

"Dead?" the man said tentatively, and at the same time took two steps back defensively. His hyperactive brain still had a little reason left. The weakest Tony is the first target to be dealt with, but if Tony dies, it is not certain who will be dealt with next, "Impossible, there was so much nonsense just now."

The only response he got was the scarlet eyes of the other two niggas. The other two seemed to be completely controlled by psychotropic drugs. The constant violence and blood completely ignited them. The true meaning of those words had long been blocked out. In their eyes, he was just the next target.

The sane man panicked. He began to desperately want to prove that Tony was still alive. He squatted down and rolled over Tony's body, trying to test his breath.

And the transformation happened in that instant.

Tony opened his eyes at once, raised his hand and slammed the opponent's head and slammed it against the wall. When the opponent was dizzy, he turned over and pressed him under the body, and without hesitation, he put the key in his key. in the neck.

Tony exerted so much force that the entire tip of the key sank into the opponent's skin. The scarlet blood in the artery kept pouring out, like a leaking water pipe flowing into Tony's hand in an instant. There was a buzzing sound in the middle, but he still pressed the other party's hand that wanted to cover his neck, and turned the key again, watching the man twisted and bounced a few times under his body almost excitedly, and died with his eyes wide open. It's funny, because of the adrenaline, the corpse's j□j was still half erect, pressed between Tony's legs, and he curled his lips mockingly.

The remaining two black men took two steps back in horror, apparently not expecting Tony's unexpected ferocity.

Tony wobbled and stood up, smiled, felt his heartbeat and blood speed were soaring, it felt so good, he was so refreshed, he wiped the blood on the wall twice casually, and then found himself His little finger was limp, as if he had broken a bone, but he didn't feel any pain.

Tony's brain froze for a moment, he shook his head, regained a trace of clarity, reached out and touched the back of his neck twice, and finally found another pinhole that he had ignored earlier... He didn't need to guess. He was injected with a medicine that boosted adrenaline like a few lunatics in front of him.

"wtf." Tony finally couldn't help cursing, "I don't want to die with a group of men at the same time! It's too embarrassing!"

The other two rushed over again. They were tall and strong, and their reaction speed was doubled by the potion. It is possible for one person, but not for three people.

But this time, Tony coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and then laughed. At least one person was missing, and it didn't hurt so much when he was beaten.

******

McCoff added: "Until the purpose of Moriarty's actions has been investigated, none of you are allowed to act in private."

Steve frowned: "Let me remind, sir, the time limit stated on Moriarty's website is ten hours. No one knows what will happen after ten hours. We don't have any time to waste."

"It's not a waste of time." A stack of documents was placed in front of Steve, and McCoff opened one of the pages, "This is a bombing that happened at noon yesterday. A family of three was dining at the dining table. The explosion, although it didn't spread around, killed the parents and their 11-year-old daughter."

"So?" Steve didn't see how this had anything to do with Mycroft's objection.

"All cases have criminal motives, so the probability of ordinary families being involved in jjj cases is very low, and they were not killed in public, but at home, where there were only two people and one child. , so it is a targeted crime, but in this case, there are no suspects who may premeditate the crime, and there are no beneficiaries, so what is the motive for the crime?" McCoff said, "A headless case may not be unusual. , but in the past few days in London alone, there have been three small bombings like this. There was no motive, no warning, and there was no connection between the victims. It was just a 'bang', and several people died, while sampling at the scene At that time, my men found that the case of the small bomb had m ​​engraved on it."

"M... is related to Moriarty? He actually involved ordinary citizens?" Steve frowned. He could guess what kind of plan those ordinary citizens were involved in, and no matter when, he heard The news of the death of innocent people because of being involved in the incident made him deeply unhappy and sad - one of the reasons why Steve can become an American hero may be because he always has the highest respect for all life in his heart.

"This is a guess with a high rate of accuracy." Mycroft slightly tightened his palm on the handle of the umbrella, "Moriarty is obviously planning something, so I don't think this video is a free gift from Moriarty It's a blatantly provocative trap... At this moment, I have to be thankful that the naughty Sherlock is still asleep in bed, and I'm here now, and I won't allow anyone to step into his trap at will This puts us in a passive situation.”

Mycroft looked at Steve: "Three hours is enough for me to investigate his purpose, and you can act as you like in the rest of the time."

"I can understand your caution." Steve said seriously, "But I can't agree with your decision, we don't have that much time, and you can see that Stark may not be able to last ten At the end of the hour, it was a trap for me to step into."

"You are more reckless than I thought, Mr. Rogers." Mycroft looked at him. "I thought that as someone who has been in the army for a long time, you would respect the opinions of your superiors more."

Steve wasn't too surprised that he recognized his former identity. After all, he had already met another man from the Holmes family. He just curled his lips into a smile, and said in a neither humble nor humble tone: "With all due respect, you are not my officer."

"But I promise, I am more authoritative than any of your officers, I am not consulting with you or asking for your opinion, this is a direct order from the UK/Government, if you refuse, next time Standing across from you is the whole of London."

Steve looked at him blankly, and the two faced each other silently.

"Captain!" Sol, who had been standing in front of the screen with a hammer in his hand, suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two, "Look at Tony, are you typing the password?"

Steve turned his head quickly, bent down in front of the computer, and looked at the screen seriously. He saw Tony's left hand pressed in a pool of blood, and the movement was indeed a bit unnatural.

That set of actions is indeed familiar to the Avengers, and it was a password created by Tony when he was bored. Scorn vetoed it, but this set of ciphers was indeed used in their mission.

Steve frowned at Tony's gesture: "subway?"

After finishing this set of gestures, Tony pointed at the top of his head without any trace, and then the movement was interrupted, and he fell into the corner of the video with his face covered.

Steve grabbed his coat and was about to leave Scotland Yard, and the others followed behind him.

"You don't have the slightest idea that Moriarty is a dangerous man with consequences." Mycroft said behind him, and the tip of the umbrella made a slight tap when it made contact with the ground.

"Yes, but I understand that the man he captured was Tony Stark, our companion." Steve said with his back to him.

"So you put his own safety and the safety of London at both ends of the balance, and the final choice turned out to be Stark? It's amazingly ignorant and stupid."

"No, sir." Steve turned his head, his expression calm and determined, "I will never put my partner on the scale."

******

A few people walked out of the gate of Scotland Yard in such a grandiose manner, Max stuck the chewing gum on the gate without caring about the image: "I thought you would choose the overall situation, after all, Captain, you see Looks like one of those annoying, perfect heroes in old-fashioned comics."

"Oh, I already regretted it after I finished speaking, because the last sentence Mr. Stark said to me before he disappeared was to greet the ancestors I have never met." Steve sighed.

Max could see that Captain America was sincerely annoyed with Stark, but it didn't shake his decision at all: "Watson, can you help us find the distribution map of the London subway?"

"Oh, I have it in my phone. Sherlock and I have investigated similar cases before." Watson took out his phone, "Someone hid a bomb in an abandoned subway tunnel."

Looking at the intricate and dazzling subway map, Steve swallowed unconsciously: "... I really don't like excessive modernization."

Whether you like it or not, the few people still squatted obediently at the gate of Scotland Yard, marking out the locations where there might be underground arenas.

After a group of people deliberated, they ruled out all the impossible options. There seemed to be dozens of outlined red circles left on the subway map, but there was really no way to reduce them any further.

Obviously, McCoff would not help them anymore, Steve finally held up the map and said helplessly: "There is no way, let's split up and go to the field to know which place is right, Mr. Watson, this area is up to you, Saul, this area..."

When he turned his head to Hulk and Max squeezed into the funny suit, Steve had a headache: "Max, you and Hulk go back to the hotel together?"

"Why?" Max circled the Hulk's arm displeasedly, "It's so emotional...ah no, how can you not bring me and Hulk to play with such an important matter?"

"It's too dangerous for you to act alone, Hulk is too dangerous to act alone, uh, the people of London are too dangerous..."

Max shook the Hulk's hand: "So we are the best partners!"

"...Well, if you encounter something, you must contact us." Steve finally nodded, smashed the window of the car next to him with his elbow, and opened the door.

Max whistled, "Whoa, Captain, I thought you were a role model?"

"I will sincerely apologize to the owner of the car in my heart." Steve buried his head in the car for a few times, successfully started the car, and then did the same to get a few cars for a few people, "Let's go."

He stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the first location marked on the map.

******

A black glass panel hung from one of the cameras in the arena, showing a countdown clearly stopped at 07:59:00.

Tony sat unceremoniously on the body of the first person, his T-shirt was soaked and wet with sweat, revealing the lines of thin muscles, his slightly curly hair was wetly stuck to his forehead, and the hand holding the key It was full of blood, and the blood beads gradually gathered at the fingertips, splashing on the ground and making a slight noise, he looked decadent and embarrassed, fragmented but full of strange temptations.

The lower bodies of the two people on the opposite side have obviously changed. Violence and sex are things that are extremely easy to associate with men. When they are associated with the temptation of death, they become surprisingly hot.

Seeing the reaction of the two, Tony laughed, his teeth covered in blood, and he looked a little horrified: "Sorry, boys, you can only choose one of fuck/me and kill me."

The two black men ignored Tony's bravado, because they could clearly see that Tony's left arm hanging by his side was trembling uncontrollably due to fatigue.