Saving the world is not as good as chasing stars [US Entertainment]

It is clearly midsummer, but the city of London outside the window is filled with drizzle, looking gloomy and gloomy, and the ancient buildings are filled with mist.

In hotel suites, heavy, dark brocade curtains are shut to keep out the all-powerful English paparazzi.

The British Sun newspaper is notoriously a headache.

On the brown retro leather sofa, the two Mr. Holmes are full of elite ascetic style. When they are not talking, they look elegant and gentle, so beautiful that they can almost be painted.

Of course, if you ignore the hairline, it will be more charming.

On the other hand, Napoleon of the criminal world is holding a cup of warm coffee in his hand, and the fine bone china cup sets off Moriarty's beautiful pale fingers more and more, as if it could be put on display in the British Museum Classical artwork.

But what is surprising is that the tense atmosphere between these three gentlemen who are mortal enemies has been diluted a lot, and those who don't know think each other is each other's old friends.

Margaret raised an eyebrow——

"Aren't the three of you ready to shoot each other when you meet?"

"Where's your Imperial Browning, little Charlie?"

"What is Mr. Holmes' special little black umbrella waiting for?"

"And Mr. Moriarty, didn't you arrange for a few top assassins to target here remotely?"

The dangerous criminal mastermind obsessed with star chasing, the voice with an Irish accent sounded, "Why do you call that curly-haired little Charlie, and call me Mr. Moriarty coldly?"

His tone implies innocence and dissatisfaction, with dramatic nervousness, like a young child who is angry at the injustice of candy distribution, but full of original sin-like malice.

This pretty much the scariest British villain in the world is now looking at Margo, not to mention being childish.

But everyone in the room obviously knew he was a dangerous guy—

The crime boss who ran across Europe, played around with MI[-] and Scotland Yard, and the entire British intelligence agency system knew nothing about him except that his name was James Moriarty.

And today, the reason why the two Mr. Holmes appeared in this hotel suite very quickly was because Moriarty bypassed three MI[-] agent teams and broke in here as if no one was there, preparing to appear again in Hollywood Girls. in front of the actors.

As he said - this world has no secrets to him, there are locked rooms all over the world, and the key is the king.

And Sherlock Holmes, who was so obsessed with star chasing that he even served as a personal chef, certainly wouldn't let the crime king and Margaret be alone. God knows what bad things can happen to such a dangerous movie fan.

As for the British government, which has never recognized star chasing, why did it appear in time?Then who knows.

At this time, the head of the secret service with power over Great Britain is stroking the yellow bamboo handle of the little black umbrella, smiling perfectly as if he was at the inauguration ceremony of the prime minister——

"Mr. Moriarty, you are facing prosecution for being involved in several foreign power cases. I hope you are willing to come to the house of the river."

The House of the Great River, MI[-].

This intelligence agency, which is famous for its secrecy, has a very harmonious name to the outside world-"Government Telecommunications Bureau" or "Office of the Permanent Under-Secretary of the British Foreign Office". Great reputation.

And its ruler is Mr. Mycroft Holmes who hypocritically claims to be the last official in the British government.

Moriarty, who was facing prosecution, didn't care at all, and replied with a relaxed tone, "Look, every fairy tale has to have an old-fashioned villain, and as for being sued—"

"The number of times I've been acquitted in court, I'm getting a little sick of myself."

The crime boss touched his chin, and continued, "The name Mr. Holmes seems cold enough."

The high-ranking British government had a fake smile on its face, and said in a cold voice, "I'm not a harasser who hangs around actresses."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, "I hope your lackeys who are responsible for monitoring Margot's daily life think so too."

Mycroft Holmes sneered, "The so-called monitoring is just to protect against the harm of certain criminals."

The British government and the consulting criminals are back and forth, talking non-stop.

On the other hand, the curly-haired detective didn't pay attention to his elder brother and sworn enemy who were in the talking mode at all, but was leading Margo into the open kitchen and took out a French Opera Cake from the refrigerator.

Almond torte sandwiched with coffee syrup and chocolate sauce is a beautiful and traditional six-layer dessert decorated with gold foil and strawberries, which is very appetizing.

Margot used a silver fork to divide small pieces into her mouth, the aroma of coffee and chocolate melted on the tip of her tongue, and the soft almond cake was just like a dream.

Sherlock was looking at her slightly sideways, his face like a marble statue showing a classical taste, "In order to prevent any unrelated people from intruding, you should go back to 221B Baker Street, the safest place in London, with me tonight. Mont Blanc Chestnut Cake and Breton."

Margaret shared a piece of almond cake and stuffed it directly into the mouth of the consulting detective, with the corners of her mouth curled up, "Let me think about it, little Xiali."

Napoleon of crime in the British government in the living room—

what are they doing !How could Margot treat this differently? !

The consulting detective with fluffy curly hair looked towards the living room and clicked his tongue, with a sarcastic voice, "You two have lowered the IQ of the whole street."

The British government has already begun to premeditate to put its young brother in a drug rehabilitation center.

And Moriarty was speaking sarcastically, "As the first virgin of the British Empire, you are indeed vicious and arrogant."

Margaret looked at the detective with a curly hair in shock, "—Virgin?"

Sherlock was inexplicably a little annoyed, "Sentimentality is the physical defect of a loser, love is useless, and it is a dangerous disadvantage."

The consulting detective has a gorgeous voice, but is speaking cold and unfeeling words, and looks like he is going to die a virgin.

Margaret shrugged, "It doesn't have to be love. When I was 19 years old, I almost sneaked into the streets of Paris and found a handsome man to have sex with."

Before the words fell, the expressions of the three men present all became cold and dangerous——

"Where is that man now?!"

Margaret blinked. According to historical records, almost all of her lovers died badly, and the one who failed to have a secret love affair probably could not escape the fate of being sent to the guillotine.

The French beauty shrugged at the three of them, "Unfortunately, this secret affair didn't take place."

Because she was brought here by Lord Lucifer, the king of the underworld.

Three British men - "You still feel sorry?!"

Margaret quickly changed the subject, "British men, compared to my private life, you seem to need to explain why you came here uninvited first."

The subwoofer of the vicious little virgin sounded first, "Moriarty broke in, I am worried about your personal safety."

The humanoid British government looked a little cold, "I'm just going to bring this criminal leader back to the River House for interrogation."

Moriarty squinted at the two Holmes, and sneered, "God, look at your hypocrisy. When I arrived at this hotel, weren't you already on your way?"

The implication is that they are all fanatical movie fans who are obsessed with star chasing, so don't expect him to take the blame.

Margaret cleared her throat, and looked at the convict, "Mr. Moriarty—"

"I like it when you call me Jim." Moriarty interrupted her, eyes widening maliciously again.

"Of course, little Jim," Margo said kindly, "what's the reason why you are here today?"

Moriarty blinked, seemed very satisfied with her address, and replied obediently, "My intelligence network detected that a dangerous mercenary has been following you recently, and secretly investigated your private information more than once."

Moriarty, as a criminal genius whose IQ is comparable to that of Sherlock Holmes, is like a spider in a web in the entire criminal empire, and nothing can escape his eyes.

"Dangerous mercenary?" Sherlock frowned, as if thinking of something.

Even the British government is looking thoughtful.

Margo raised her eyebrows, it seems that this mercenary is also a famous person, "Who is he?"

"People call him Deadpool. He is proficient in all weapons, blasting, sniping and hand-to-hand combat. He is very good at using firearms, double knives, and even has the ability to teleport and almost immortal regeneration."

"Unless he is torn to shreds, there's probably nothing he can't heal himself in time," Moriarty said with a touch of imperceptible disgust in his tone, "but he talks nonsense all day long, and he's also a little crazy."

The omnipotent consulting detective added, "Deadpool once advertised that he can accept anyone's commission to take people's lives, and he likes money very much, and he will work for whoever gives the most money."

Margaret rubbed her forehead, "Why do such dangerous people always appear in my life?"

"There is a detail that may make your heavy heart feel better—" the British government is rare to relieve her kindly, "In the past 20 years, Deadpool has not murdered a kind person, and most of the hired tasks are gangsters and terrorists. organization members."

Margaret, who is not a member of gangs and terrorist organizations, sighed, "So why on earth is he after me?"