[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Things are not always what they'veseen, the first appearance deceivesmany. The intelligence of afew perceives what the 'scarefully been hidden things are not credible, most people are often deceived by appearances, only a few wise men can perceive the hidden truth. After arriving, he did not go to his private domain office, but returned to his apartment alone.

This world often makes her feel a depressing sense of substitution. For example, this apartment is no different from where she lives in the real world. The scenes are too similar, and sometimes she even suspects that the villain system is just a dream. The vampire NPC Lester who jumped out of her mind convinced her that she was not hallucinating due to neurasthenia.

Her high-end apartment is only a few steps away from Westminster subway station. Vespa took off her high-heeled shoes and walked into the bathroom barefoot. She was a little tired from the whole day's work. She stood in front of the sink and turned on the tap. Pa splashed some water on her face to stay awake, and Lester reminded her now-"Danger, sweetheart."

When she raised her head to look at the silver mirror on the sink, several beams of red light from infrared sights focused on her head and heart and other deadly parts, killing her instantly without accident.

——"Surprise, sweety~"

Through the wide mirror, Vespa saw Moriarty smiling and appearing behind her. He was leaning lazily on the door frame of the bathroom, holding a delicate bone china teacup in his hand, which came from her kitchen.

"Your Tangning tea is really good, my dear." Steam was rising from the teacup, and a delicate scent wafted into the air.

Vespa turned to face him, ignoring the gunsights pointed at her, "Professor Moriarty, it's an honor to see you again, but you should have my number, I think you can directly Call me."

The brown-haired man took a sip of tea leisurely, "Honey, your new boss is Sherlock Holmes who is in charge of the River House (MI[-]). Even Langley (CIA) is full of his eyeliner. Contacting by phone, meeting face to face is more secretive."

"I thought your dozens of insiders would be able to easily cut off MI[-]'s surveillance data." Vespa looked at him a little disappointed.

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, "It's a piece of cake to cut off the monitoring information flow, but who made me want to see you, baby," he put the teacup on the cabinet outside the bathroom, put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at her with a smile , looking murderous, "In fact, I have not only dozens of insiders, but also countless killers. For example, the few who are targeting you today are the world's top assassins."

Vespa pointed to the red light from the infrared sight on his heart, "The world's top assassin? You really take me seriously."

"I can't help it. I really hate shooting myself. It would get my hands dirty." Moriarty shrugged leisurely.

Vespa leaned on the washstand, crossed his arms, "So you have to let me know why I was targeted by these sniper rifles."

"You seem to be on the side of justice out of interest." Moriarty's voice became cold.

Vespa asked, "Because I accidentally changed my boss?"

She now wonders if Number 11 has his insides too, as the crime boss seems to know everything.

"Or should I say that you deliberately changed your boss?" Moriarty looked at her mockingly, "It's a good thing you didn't go to Scotland Yard to claim that you were threatened by criminal minds, unfortunately, there happened to be some insiders of mine there. "

Vespa looked a little surprised. "Scotland Yard?"

"I'm a crime expert, Sweety," Moriarty told her, shaking his head and opening his eyes wide, "this is all my little game in this materialistic world, and you have to keep in mind that no one can ever catch you." When it comes to me, there won’t be any in the future.”

"You think I'll help MI[-] arrest you?" The dark-haired girl shrugged. "I'm just tired of being the last secretary of the Treasury, and Holmes, the new boss, can make my career smooth sailing from now on."

Moriarty was unmoved, "A young man who only cares about his official career will not remain silent when surrounded by guns."

He looked at her a little appreciatively, "You look a lot more fun than normal people, Sweety, but you're starting to align with the idiots on the side of justice, let me guess, Holmes ordered you to be a double agent? Get me into the world Disappear in the corner?"

Vespa didn't look alarmed, which interested Moriarty.

"Unless you can bring me greater power—" Vespa put away his smile and stared at him intently, "unilaterally becoming your insider will not bring me any benefits, but the joining of Holmes will let me immediately Double your worth."

No matter who wins on both sides, she will obviously gain considerable power or benefits, provided, of course, that she survives.

Moriarty covered his mouth in surprise, "God, look at this ambitious little guy."

But in the next second, he put away his smile, "If I order these snipers to shoot immediately, you won't get anything, baby."

"The moment you approached me, I was destined to end up like this, right? The current situation is useless," Vespa said without changing his expression, "but if, as you said, everything in this world is yours A little game to pass the time, then I turned myself into a good pastime at this time, of course—”

Vespa bit his lower lip frivolously, "Professor Moriarty, if you are more concerned about your safety, you should kill me as an uncertain factor immediately."

"Uncertain factor? Look at this funny little cutie," Moriarty looked at her happily. "In this world, I can open any door anywhere, with just a few lines of computer code, and all private The bank accounts are bullshit, all mine. No more secrets, I own the secrets. As for the nuclear weapons codes? I can blow up NATO at will."

Moriarty walked up to her, stroking her long hair with pale fingers, "There are locked rooms all over the world, where the key is the king, my dear, you should really see how I wear the crown."

At this time, he looked at her leisurely as if he was wearing a crown and holding a scepter, as if he could dance to the music at any time.

Vespa suddenly wanted to say - you really deserve to be the head of the DramaQueen in London.

The black-haired girl gave him the most perfect smile, "So your choice? Let these top assassins kill me immediately, or leave me alive and become the chief audience of your perfect criminal kingdom."

Moriarty stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, revealing a certain glamorous and unique charm, "If you can not be boring, it's okay even if there are dangers everywhere. I am a magician who stands in the center of the stage and creates a bright illusion. , and you are a somewhat special audience, I really look forward to the amazement on your face."

His whole body is full of drama, as if he does evil only because he hates the cruel and boring real world. This may be the real horror of high-functioning anti-social personality. He has no conscience and moral sense, so he never expects to be forgiven. For him, it doesn't make any difference whether the end of the world is heaven or hell.

The infrared sight disappeared with his order, and Vespa seemed to be out of danger for the time being.

Just as she was relieved, Moriarty suddenly put her arms around her waist and forced her to sit on the sink, while the crime boss stood between her legs, too close to her.

Moriarty sighed. "You're driving me crazy, Sweety."

Vespa blinked, "If I refuse, will those top assassins target me again?"

"You can try it," Moriarty smiled mischievously and childishly, staring at her with big caramel-colored eyes, "I've always been a little moody, who knows the result?"

Vespa frowned, "Is it the Italian-made Beretta 92F in your trouser pocket, or what I think?"

"I'm carrying an Austrian Glock 17 today," Moriarty pointed out her mistake, "and I put it in my suit pocket."

Vespa tugged at the hem of his suit, "Speaking of suits—you're wearing a Reiss gray checked suit today."

It was exactly the one she had mentioned she liked better the last time we met, and he was wearing a fox tie pin.

Moriarty talked about him, "When I was a child, I was often laughed at by a big-footed boy named Karl Bowles, and then I made him never 'laugh' again."

"Don't scare me, sir," Vespa wrapped his arms around his neck, breathing almost on his face, "you put this suit on for me."

Moriarty said with a cold face, "I'm just warning you kindly, honey, you have to know my danger."

"As you said, if you can not be bored, it's okay to be in danger." Vespa said in a frivolous voice.

Napoleon of the criminal world stroked her side face with his pale fingers, "You really have the stupid courage to volunteer to be the bait of this battle."

Between the crime lord and the British government, Vespa could lose her life at any moment.

He went on to stress, "This is not a compliment."

Vespa's soft and warm fingers wrapped around the brown hair on the back of his head, staring at Moriarty, "When I met you, there was nothing that could not be conquered by you. If I had to give up something, I would like you Take them all away, I just ask you to leave me a pair of eyes - so that I can see you."

Moriarty frowned, with a dangerous expression on his face, "When you faced Holmes, did you talk like this?"

Vespa: "..."