[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Watson scratched his ginger hair anxiously, "I... want to ask you to help me find Mary."

Tony lit a cigarette: "I thought you and Sherlock should have figured out her identity?"

Watson smiled bitterly: "Yes, we called to confirm that Mary Morstan passed away five years ago, and we visited her cemetery overnight."

"so?"

"Escape from marriage is probably the strangest thing that can't be ranked in the lives of Sherlock and me." Watson laughed at himself, but then said in a serious tone, "Mary's last appearance made me feel very uneasy. , if she really wants to leave, I think we need at least a formal farewell."

"Oh..." Tony crossed his legs and took a sip of coffee, still showing a lack of interest.

【You have accepted the task [Doctor Watson's request]. 】

"Eon, Jarvis, I haven't agreed yet, have I?" Tony rolled his eyes.

[I don't think you have any intention of not agreeing. 】

"Mind your own business." Tony pouted.

"What?" Watson asked.

"I mean, if you give me two more months of free labor, I will agree."

"No problem." Watson nodded honestly, looking at Tony's thick dark circles, "... Speaking of which, are you really okay?"

"Of course not." Tony flicked the cigarette ash casually, and raised the corners of his lips, "I'm pretty sure the next person Mary will look for is..."

"Magnussen." A voice suddenly interrupted him, and Tony clicked his tongue dissatisfiedly, "A man who makes a living by spying on people's shady secrets, my informant saw it near his office Mary, she must have something in his hands."

"By the way, this matter does not require your answer, Mr. Stark." Sherlock, who was wearing a black trench coat, pushed the door in and glanced at Watson, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Watson was pulled up from his seat by him, a little confused.

"Go to one of the most dangerous places in the world and see the 'Apple' that hides everyone's secrets." Sherlock threw something to Watson, "Your gun."

Then he turned around and left. Watson was stunned for a moment and followed, and the two left the room like a breeze.

Tony could only pout his mouth against the air: "...please?" A few seconds later, he stood up and opened the door, exhaled a string of smoke rings, and watched the hotel staff fall in a ball.

Max got up and smiled cheekily, pointing at the backs of the two of them and said, "You just let them go like this?"

"Otherwise?" Tony blinked.

Thor: "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Huh?" Tony stroked the mustache on his chin pretendingly.

Hulk's efforts to lower the volume were about to deafen the ears of others: "We should smash those who bully doctors!"

Tony crushed the cigarette on the corner of the table, walked forward with a smile and hugged the Hulk's head: "That's why I like you so much, you know my heart too well, big guy~"

What is Tony Stark best at?It is to turn the established plot upside down.

The Hulk scratched his head: "But didn't the captain forbid us to run around..." Steve was purely patriarchal in a group of bear kids, and even the Hulk listened to him.

Steve was worried that a group of guys who had no identity and were different from ordinary people would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble if they were noticed by the media, so they collectively changed into casual clothes, and it was useless for Hulk to change his clothes , The public is talking about the mascot of the cosplay hotel... Thanks to the many weirdos in London, no one suspects it.

Tony's movements seemed to be frozen for a few seconds before he waved his hand. He didn't care much: "Who said he was going to be taken there? Old Ice Cube's moral values ​​from the last century would agree. His room is on the top floor." , let’s sneak out.”

"America's sweethearts will be mad," Max reminded.

"Of course I have the final say here." Tony turned his back to the crowd and lifted the equipment box, "That nagging guy, of course I won't take him to play."

Max looked at Tony's back, which seemed as far away as a glass cover, and ran her fingertips along her big wavy hair. She vaguely felt that this was not all the real reason, but she couldn't say why. .

******

Magnussen sat on the sofa and looked at Watson and Sherlock very frankly: "Would you like a glass of wine?"

"No, thank you." Watson replied stiffly.

Sherlock tossed Magnussen the black laptop, which he had obtained from Mycroft, and every file in it was classified as a state secret.

Magnussen took a deep sniff of the laptop and said intoxicatedly, "Aha, the smell of invisible, dirty secrets, so sweet."

Sherlock frowned indistinctly, and Watson turned his head in displeasure.

"Exchanging a country's secrets for a woman, Dr. Watson, I have to admire your romance," Magnussen said sarcastically. "It's a pity that your wife is a very, very bad girl. bad……"

Sherlock simply interrupted his next words: "This is a password, and in exchange, I need to know where Arpodo is."

"Bad curiosity." Magnussen smiled and spread his hands, "—here."

"What?" Sherlock frowned, and his eyes drifted to the only door in the vast hall.

"Oh, I know, what you say, Magnussen has a huge basement, where secret information on everyone he has seen is stored—" Magnussen looked at the two with a smile, "Please? "

Before Sherlock moved, Watson stepped forward and kicked the door open, then widened his eyes: "God..."

There are no basements and no secret information.

There was nothing in the room, only a thin wooden chair, as if mocking the two of them.

Magnussen was still sitting on the sofa, and raised his jaw arrogantly: "I have said it a long time ago, here, in front of you, I——is Arpudo, the secret itself."

"All, everything is here." Magnussen pointed to his head, "It's all in my brain."

"Just...just in the brain?" Watson asked in disbelief.

"Doctor, your expression is so cute, yes, it's just in the brain, like I can look up all the information about your wife right now, including that she once... oh, amazing, she once belonged to an amazing man , really fits the identity of a bad girl." Magnussen sneered, rubbing his thumb against the laptop's radiator, as if greedily absorbing its temperature, "Mr. Sherlock, a computer with GPS is your Is it all?"

Sherlock still stood in front of the empty room without saying a word.

"I know that the Security Bureau will come to surround my house soon, search the secret room logically, and arrest me after finding the information that cannot be released outside. McCoff has wanted to arrest me for a long time." Magnussen licked with his tongue Thumb, "But now, bang—the chamber is gone, the data is gone, what's left—?"

A slight chill ran down Watson's spine.

Magnussen said with a smile: "You're left with two state traffickers."

"Smart Sherlock's Achilles' heel is Dr. Watson, and Watson's Achilles' heel is his wife, and I know all his wife's secrets, so I, who have everything in hand, are destined to be the biggest winner, and I will come to prison Visiting you." Magnussen opened the door and exaggeratedly pricked up his ears: "Oh, listen, it's the sound of the propeller."

Sherlock closed his eyes, and his nails almost sank into his palms. Watson walked over with the same gloomy expression, but firmly clenched his arm. Sherlock opened his eyes. Watson smiled wryly and explained: From a normal person’s point of view, it’s safer to get closer when it’s dangerous.”

Sherlock looked at Watson's steady hand trembling slightly at this time, but still stubbornly patted the back of his hand and comforted him: "It's okay, it's not the first time to go to prison anyway, so it's a long vacation."

His ginger, warm hair was so close to his cool coat that Sherlock blinked his fanning eyelashes, trying to speak.

"—Ouch!" Magnussen's scream suddenly came from outside the door.

The two rushed over to open the door, and saw a very flamboyant golden-red armor making a V sign in the night sky, and Magnussen was lying on his feet covering his face, and everyone could hear him through the armor A beating voice: "Hi, sir, good evening, are you waiting for me?"

"Police...guard..." Magnussen mumbled, clutching his knocked out teeth.

In the next second, he watched one of his guards fly over, it really flew, and drew an extremely elegant parabola in the air, and then slammed it on his body.

Thor held a sledgehammer and looked at this side with a smile. Max sat on the shoulder of the Hulk and applauded very much: "Oh beautiful! Ten rings out of ten points!"

Watson was dumbfounded, and Sherlock also showed a rare look of surprise.

Tony raised two fingers and saluted casually: "Guys, it's so embarrassing, how can you not add me to the party?"

Sherlock asked, "Where's Mycroft?"

Tony smiled: "Are you talking about Mr. Black Umbrella who has a hairline crisis? When we met halfway, I asked them to go back first. Hey, Hulk, I told you not to put people in your mouth."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, expressing that he had no idea how they "invited" him back.

Of course, Magnussen is not just a businessman. There are more police forces around his villa than some important officials. Of course, there is no problem dealing with ordinary people, but it is a pity that they encountered the most difficult detective in the whole of Britain and the most difficult detective in the United States. Such a wonderful combination of troublesome heroes.

And what makes the police officers collapse the most is that even if the force value is completely overwhelming, the guy in the inexplicable armor is also... too fucking noisy, right? !

Iron Man Cliff doesn't know how to write the words "secretly infiltrate". From the very beginning, he stood arrogantly at the gate with one hand on his hip and twisted the collar of the gatekeeper. Greetings from the hairline to the heels of the toes, it takes an immeasurable toll on them both mentally and physically.

"Hey buddy, how does it feel to fly at high altitude? Hey, don't get dizzy, isn't it boring that you passed out? You only flew to about 1000 meters, or how many kilometers will we go up? Wake up? Think about you Friends from my hometown, you run together in the sunset, chasing the lost youth..." Iron Man shook the collar of the man in black in his arms and chirped, and the man finally foamed out two words: "Shut up... ..." and passed out again.

"Hey, why are you dizzy again?" Tony complained dissatisfiedly, and threw the person aside after quickly landing from a high altitude. After scanning around, he wondered, "Hey, why are you so far away from me? You have a gun, come closer."

Police officers: "..."

But Sherlock finally couldn't bear it anymore, and after knocking out an enemy with the butt of his gun, he called out, "Can you shut up for a while?"

"Of course not." The golden-red tin can man made a gesture of picking out his ears, and that gesture was as cheap as it could be. "Don't you know? My system is recharged by talking constantly."

Sherlock resisted the urge to be rude: "You liar!"

Watson smiled: "Stark seems to be in a good mood?"

The old partner Thor shook his head honestly: "I don't know, the captain said before that although Tony talks a lot, there are usually only two situations when he talks like this. One is that he is bored, and the other is that he is very anxious. , I can't see what kind of him he is now."

Under the situation of total suppression, Magnussen soon discovered to his horror that he was the only one left here: "Who are you...?"

Tony squatted down with a smile and raised a hand: "I am Iron Man."

Magnussen: "Never heard of..."

"It's not too late to hear now." Tony continued to smile and approached him a little bit.

Three seconds later, in the silent courtyard, a middle-aged man screamed in hysteria, "Hey, hey, you... what are you doing taking off my clothes?!"