[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Mycroft Holmes paused, "...I don't need a mindless goldfish."

Vespa could hear a hint of disgust in his tone, "Sorry, sir, I think you seem to think I'm an idiot."

"Why do you think so? Miss Linde, as a British government employee in the last position, you think of me as being too rude." Mr. Holmes was unmoved, and once again showed a reserved and charming smile on his face .

Vespa raised his eyebrows, "You don't seem to be sincere, Mr. Holmes."

By his hand was the small black umbrella that countless people suspected that poison, poisonous needles or other lethal weapons were hidden inside. He rubbed the handle of the yellow bamboo with his fingers, and Vespa was suddenly a little worried that he would not be able to do so in the next second. Died under this mysterious little black umbrella.

The humanoid British government is looking at her with disgust, "Your stupid goldfish brain is probably full of macaroni, this is just a classic umbrella worth 235 pounds, which can perfectly block the strong winds and rainstorms that the British Empire said .”

Vespa, who had been rejected three times in a row within less than an hour of meeting: "...what about your decency and politeness as a Commonwealth civil servant?"

Mycroft Holmes smiled at her. His facial features were really not exquisite, but under his witty, quick-witted and terrifyingly powerful aura, the explosive charm almost broke through the limit.

Hell, she has lived in this city for more than ten years, how could she never find British men so attractive.

Mycroft's fingers tapped rhythmically on his knees, and the smile on his face became arrogant, "Sorry, Miss Linde, I lied before—"

"I really thought you were an idiot," he looked at her condescendingly like a monarch on tour, "no offense, almost everyone in this world is a stupid goldfish in my eyes."

Vespa did not show dissatisfaction, but looked at him curiously, "What about the great consulting detective Sherlock Holmes?"

"Great?" The tone of the British government was like an aria, but there was still a bit of disgust, but it was much less than when facing Vespa, "For a long time, I thought my ignorant young brother was a genuine idiot."

He went on to add, "Until I walked out of the house and met a goldfish like you."

Vespa looked at his pitiful eyes, and thought that he was born with an umbilical cord around his neck and suffered from cerebral palsy due to lack of oxygen in his brain. He was an unlucky person with intellectual disabilities.

"So why do you keep such an idiot by your side?" Vespa looked at him while holding his arms.

Mycroft Holmes raised his eyebrows, "I want to ask you—" He leaned back in the chair, crossing his legs gracefully, "Miss Linde, have you met any bad people?"

"Bad guy?" Vespa thought seriously, crossing his arms. "My ex-boyfriends seem to fit this definition."

The British government folded its hands in front of its body, "Ex-boyfriends...?"

"Since you are in charge of the entire River House (MI[-]), I think you know my life well." Vespa picked up the teacup in front of him, smiling sweetly and flirtatiously, "I am a frivolous French woman, compared to a chair, I prefer to sit on a man's lap."

"But your behavior of refusing sex deals more than once obviously does not conform to the logic of this character." Mycroft had a fake and decent smile on his face, as if he was presiding over a meeting in the hall of Congress, which was perfectly unreasonable.

"The old men in the Commonwealth in the middle of the year are far from my aesthetics," Vespa shrugged, and glanced at his small belly hidden behind the desk, "to put it simply-I look at the face...and Abs."

Mycroft Holmes: ...was he rejected by this goldfish just now?

The tone of the British government was soft, but it seemed to imply murderous intent, "So you have colluded with that unprecedented criminal mind?"

Vespa blinked and answered honestly, "Professor Moriarty doesn't actually have a handsome face and attractive abs. He, like you, wins by temperament."

British Government: What the hell is her dissatisfied tone?

"Miss Linde, Moriarty exchanged the lives of several Algerian terrorists for your loyalty?" He went straight to the point, his voice was soft but dangerous, and it was frightening.

"Loyalty?" Vespa propped his chin with his fingers, as if he didn't quite agree with his statement, "I just want to survive."

"He came to me and claimed to help me solve those murderers who were at large. way for me to meet God."

Holmes' expression was gloomy, and his indifference was chilling. "You work in Whitehall, Ms. Linde. Across the wall from your office is the political core of the Commonwealth."

"As the head of MI[-], you don't trust your own intelligence agency, let alone me, a little financial secretary who really ranks at the bottom of the official ranks. How could I go to Scotland Yard to call the police-claiming that I have been threatened by a criminal leader?" Weiss Pa took a sip of black tea.

Holmes can always accurately grasp and analyze every piece of information with the fastest reaction speed, make full use of it and make overall arrangements.And at this moment, he looked at the black-haired girl in front of him, and instantly realized that it was no coincidence that she appeared in the cabinet meeting room today.

"You don't like being treated as a glamorous vase by others, but today's clothes have changed from the previous de-gendered ones." Mycroft's keen eyes scanned her body like gamma rays for a week, and the simple clothes that can be seen everywhere in Downing Street Conservative formal attire, because her overly bumpy figure has become sexy and soft, even stronger than nudity, with a seductive charm of abstinence.

Vespa put his arm on his desk and looked directly at the most powerful spy chief in the Commonwealth, "Aren't you in that conference room? It's not too difficult for the Chancellor to accidentally leave a document , after all, the entire Ministry of Finance is struggling recently."

In the face of the busier economic secretary and financial secretary, she obviously has more time to obey the dispatch.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, and his elegant public school standard voice was particularly charming, "It seems that you think I'm better at rescuing hostages than Metropolitan Police."

"Yes, Mr. Holmes," Vespa said, gazing at him, "I am asking for your help."

Mycroft looked into her deep gray-green eyes, and there was a certain fragility there, as if he was the girl's only lifeline.

But unfortunately, he has never been the type to trust others easily, even if his basic deductive method does not detect the slightest bit of pretense in her.

"I am not an unrequited philanthropist, Miss Lynde."

Vespa raised his eyebrows, "You want me to challenge a double agent?"

"This is a matter of real national importance, Miss Linde," said Mr. Holmes, leaning back in his chair, with a casual and languid posture showing endless authority, "The Moriarty case concerns top secrets and the safety of the Commonwealth of Nations. "

Vespa pursed his lower lip and looked at him curiously, "Is he the illegitimate child left by the royal family?"

Holmes: "...Of course not."

"Okay," Vespa looked a little disappointed, "then why did he threaten the safety of the Commonwealth?"

Mycroft looked at the black-haired girl who was afraid of chaos in front of him, and suddenly hoped that his little black umbrella could really shoot a poisonous needle at her.

Vespa stared intently at the British government, "You have to tell me the truth, after all, it requires me to work hard."

"—a set of codes."

His elegant voice is like an ode to a classical opera, "He has mastered a set of computer codes, he can open any door anywhere, and can tamper with all private bank accounts at will, and even the codes of nuclear weapons. He is underground in London. The kingdom can blow up NATO at will by typing on the keyboard."

Vespa's eyes widened, "Wow—"

After she has experienced several worlds, she has gotten used to things like destroying the earth at every turn, but this seems to be a world without superpowers. Can a set of codes really run rampant in the world?

"Do you really believe in the existence of this set of codes?" Vespa asked curiously.

Mr. Holmes looked at her calmly, "At least MI[-] cannot turn a blind eye to such a big threat."

Vespa nodded in understanding, "So if I don't obediently become a double agent and help the Commonwealth explore this huge threat, I will be thrown into prison?"

"Or join the CIA's evaporating secret order, change your face and spend your life incognito." Holmes told her the alternative option B.

If she were in the real world, maybe she would choose the second option after hesitation, but unfortunately she was burdened with system tasks at this time.

"I can be a double agent at your command, but how can I ensure my safety when facing Moriarty, who can run amok in this world with just a few lines of procedures?"

"MI[-] has raised your security protection level to the highest level," he changed his posture, his voice was calm, "Miss Linde, if you are worried about your safety, you should choose the vaporization order."

"What? Master Holmes is reluctant to let me take risks?" Vespa smiled sweetly.

"...You really like to joke." Mycroft sneered.

Vespa straightened his neckline, "I am alone. It is obviously more interesting to play for the Commonwealth than to spend my life incognito and mediocre. What's more, once I succeed, my official career will go smoothly. Seriously, I am really Absolutely loathe that closed office."

Mycroft Holmes frowned. An ambitious young man was obviously more manipulative, but she seemed to be hiding something. For example, when she mentioned Moriarty, it was not fear, but a sense of excitement.

"With all due respect, Miss Lynde," the British Government looked at her admonishingly, with a hint of pity in its eyes, "love is the handicap of the impotent."

Vespa blinked, "I'm afraid you have misunderstood, Mr. Holmes, I am only interested in becoming the Congressional Secretary of the Ministry of Finance one day."

Mycroft Holmes smiled kindly, looking like a human trafficker who lures four-year-old children, "Of course, Miss Linde, 12 Downing Street is waiting for you to move in."

To be honest, Vespa didn't believe his nonsense. Even if the omnipotent Mr. Holmes really had the ability to push her to this position, I'm afraid she was just a puppet of the humanoid British government.

But what does that matter, she doesn't really want to be the Chief Whip.

Vespa rested his chin on his palm, hesitated for a second and asked, "So, I don't need to go to your office at night to make... some kind of transaction?"

The British government was expressionless, and the ups and downs of the public school standard voice came out of its mouth——

"Don't dream, Miss Lynde."