[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

"Mary." Tony greeted the other, his tone relaxed as if he was pointing champagne at the other party instead of the gun.

"Mr. Stark." Mary was dressed in a neat black suit, which fit her identity well, "I knew we would meet again."

"It's a pity that I'm not the one you're waiting for." Tony shrugged.

Mary was silent for a while: "...It's expected, but I have to say, I'm a little disappointed to see you at this time."

"I didn't expect it." Tony glanced at the little Sammy in Mary's arms, he looked petrified, trembling and crying, Tony waved at him with his free other hand, smiling brightly, " Hey Sammy, I still heard your name from the captain, thanks for the flowers, man you are so romantic."

Tony's attitude was too natural, and Little Sammy was stunned for a few seconds, then stared at Tony with teary eyes—he had never seen Tony take off his armor, and asked cautiously: "...Are you Iron Man? "

"Of course." Tony grinned, "Didn't you call my name? That's why I showed up. Wait a little longer, okay? If you're scared, just close your eyes."

"I..." Sammy trembled and swallowed, "I'm not afraid."

"Oh, goodboy." Tony blinked at him, then turned his gaze back to Mary, "So it's not the same as what we heard, Moriarty told us, you are the victim?"

"Indeed, there are still two guns waiting for me over there." Mary's hand on Sammy's shoulder did not relax, "But he also gave me another order. If John doesn't show up, the child Your life can be exchanged for mine."

"Oh, bad taste."

"Who said no." Mary looked at him. "In such a many-to-one situation, I thought you would come wearing armor?"

"We don't always stay together, you know, children of this age should be given a little more freedom, otherwise they will have a temper." Tony stroked his saucy mustache with a smile.

Tony and Mary chatted happily on the rooftop. The snipers who were waiting in the two adjacent buildings expressed their helplessness. Moriarty actually gave them the order to shoot the two of them as soon as they saw Watson.But Tony stood at a very flattering angle, and kept avoiding facing the two people. They had only seen Watson's photo, so they couldn't confirm whether the person on the rooftop was him.

One of the snipers glanced at his watch, and the time was not far away in an hour and a half. According to the order, no matter whether the person on the roof is Watson or not, they need to deal with them together, so he adjusted his posture and met with his companion on the opposite building. He made a gesture of preparation, but his companion suddenly looked at him in horror, gesticulating something in his hand, and he was puzzled when he felt someone poke his shoulder from behind. The man's fingers were as hard as steel.

The sniper raised the barrel of the gun and turned around suddenly, trying to hit the head of the comer, but to his surprise, it was his gun that was broken into two pieces.

The golden-red armor came into his sight.

"You—" the sniper froze, I wiped it, so the finger didn't look like steel, it was steel at all, hey!

The golden red iron man was very silent, and the last scene before the sniper woke up was watching the opponent's fist meet his face.

mk42 tilted his head and glanced at the fainted person on the ground. Without any extra nonsense, he broke out of the window and flew towards another sniper's position.

The other person had noticed the opponent in advance, so he was prepared. He fired several shots in a row. The bullets grazed the armor and bounced off one after another. The sniper gritted his teeth, and then all the bullets were aimed at the opponent's head. The sound of chug chug kept ringing.

His tireless efforts finally paid off, but he said that if he was given another chance, he would fucking prefer no response!

Because the opponent's helmet rolled directly to the ground.

And the place where the head should have been... was empty, with nothing.

mk42 found that this time he didn't even have to strike, because the other party passed out after a scream. He stood still for two seconds in bewilderment, picked up the helmet, and returned to the original position: 【sir , the target is resolved. 】

The gunshot had already caught Mary's attention, and she also saw this scene.

"Good boy." Tony smiled. He tilted his head and smiled at Mary. "Actually, there is a sixth person at the scene. You see, I feel much more comfortable now that I am two-on-two."

"..."

"Watson said, let me not hurt you...he will always forget your identity, your marksmanship is better than mine, if we shoot at the same time, maybe I will die sooner, but he always feels that you are just It's just Mary."

When Mary is not smiling, the arc of her chin will be slightly tense, which makes her look a little cold and arrogant, but she quickly purses her lips and smiles sadly, and she seems to have regained some gentleness, and her smile always appears in the topic and Hua When it comes to life: "He's always like this." That's why she fell in love with him.

"Put down the gun."

Mary doesn't move.

"...Mary, put down the gun."

Mary was stunned when she heard the voice, and she stared blankly at the man who appeared on the rooftop.

"Thank you, Saul, although I feel like I'm going to throw up." Watson patted Thor on the shoulder, turned to look at Mary, "Mary, can we help you?"

"...John, you know that by putting down the gun, I have betrayed Moriarty, and he will not let me live."

"We won't let him go."

"I know him, even if he is in prison, there are a thousand ways to kill me." Mary said, looking at little Sammy, "As I said, it is not the shadow that follows me, but darkness itself, and you , there is no way to protect me for the rest of my life."

"I will, even if you won't be Mary Watson." Watson said firmly, looking at her.

Tony looked at Mary who fell into silence. The long-term life of an agent actually turned Mary into a very warm-hearted and cold-hearted person. Soft, it must be for John Watson, the only person who can make her put down the gun without hurting her is Watson.

After staring at each other for a long time, Mary really put down the gun slowly, and said softly: "I used to... really wanted the name Mary Watson..."

A loud gunshot pierced the air.

Like a slow-motion reel, as if even the air had been silenced, Watson watched as a bright red flower slowly bloomed in Mary's abdomen, and the recoil of the bullet made her fall backwards, stepping on It fell off the edge of the roof and fell into the air.

"Mary—" Watson shouted, and stepped forward to grab her hand.

No one thought that there was actually a third sniper hidden nearby, and he was the real sixth man.

"Jarvis!" Tony shouted angrily, and mk42 flew in that direction in response, while he himself hugged little Sammy and stood in front of him.

Watson held Mary's hand tightly: "Hey, it's okay, it's okay, I'll pull you up."

Mary looked at him so nervous that he couldn't control himself, she knew that even if the other party broke his arm, he would hold her, and he had always been such a kind person.

"It's okay, don't worry..." Watson kept saying comfortingly, the sweat on his forehead splashed into Mary's eyes, which made her eyes sour.

"John." Mary heard her own hoarse voice when she spoke, and she realized that she was crying, crying as if she was going to die of pain, "You didn't choose me... because I shot Sherlock? "

Watson looked at her as if he wanted to wipe away tears for her, but in the end he just shook his head slowly and said the answer she already knew: "... no, it's just... he's Sherlock .”

Mary looked up at the man. He had shattered ginger hair, which seemed to be the warmest thing she had ever touched in her life, and all warm things were always far away from her. She cried Laughed out, and completely gave up: "I know, you have made a choice long ago. Without me, you just have a bad life, but without Sherlock, you simply don't know how to live."

"Mary...you come up first, let us help you bandage the wound."

Mary smiled and shook her head at him, her eyes regained her composure, as if she wasn't the one who broke down emotionally just now, "...John, actually, I know there is a third sniper here."

"Don't worry, I've suffered worse injuries than this one, and it's worth the price of escaping Moriarty." Mary finally smiled at Watson, "I'm sorry, John, I love you, but when you are not the last In the case of loving me, I choose to love living more, goodbye."

She decisively broke away from Watson's hand, hugged her head and fell into a garbage truck that happened to stop in front of the house at that second, and the car drove away quickly.

Watson knew that he had lost her forever.

Mk42 threw the last sniper downstairs and flew back. Tony put on the equipment again and whistled: "She's really smart, I like it, are you sure you don't want to catch up?"

Watson just shook his head with a wry smile.

Tony patted him on the shoulder, so strong that Watson almost vomited blood on the spot: "Okay buddy, we should go, and do the final netting."

Moriarty.