Daily demolition of the store [Comprehensive British and American]

A group of people walked through the extremely quiet corridor, but only the sound of a string of leather shoes passing by could be heard.

The purple man secretly looked at Novia's Martin boots several times, and really couldn't understand how Novia could not make any sound while wearing such bulky shoes.

The two men who were chatting and laughing with Novia at the airport picked them up and drove away after dropping them off near Scotland Yard.But not being accompanied by anyone does not mean that they have become tourists. The purple man took two quick steps with some uncertainty, and he had given up on himself for the sound of his footsteps. ——Can guess who they are going to meet this time, but he has no idea who it is.

Novia pushed open a door.

The light in the room is not very bright, but there is still light coming in. The shape of the window is a bit special, causing the light to be fragmented, like an unfinished jigsaw puzzle. The man sitting in the main seat is processing documents. After a while, He just looked up.

"How does it feel to be back, Novia? Maybe I should pour you a cup of tea?" Mycroft's eyes only stayed on the purple man for a moment, and then quickly turned away.

An ordinary ridicule, but Ziren felt a chill down his back.

He could think of many descriptions, but those descriptions stopped when he met those deep eyes.

This is just an ordinary person—the purple man comforted himself.

"Not bad." Novia didn't care about drinking tea, she sat on the sofa in the office. "—the past period has been full of disasters, especially on the way back."

While Novia was speaking, Mycroft walked to the cabinet at the other end of the room. He discarded all kinds of luxurious liquors in the cabinet and insisted on picking out a cluster of tea leaves from the tea caddy and putting them into the bone china teapot inside.

"Don't you feel distressed when the plane blows up?"

The purple man glanced at Nuo Yaya in surprise. He didn't know the picture of Novia working with the man in front of him. What surprised him even more was that one day he could still see Novia as a young man. Mischievous like a child begging for attention.

"Our client will return us a brand new plane." Mycroft picked up the tray and carried the teapot and cups to the coffee table.

"Then, let me pour the tea." There were five cups in Mycroft's tray, which made Novia wonder if she had missed something.

"Any other guests?"

"It's a surprise left until the end." McCrov pushed the cup with his bony fingers, and mentioned another thing: "Have you seen the child whose code name is Hartina?"

"Hatina? No." Novia looked blank, she ruled out the person she met recently, and made a reasonable guess: "Are you talking about Noah?"

Mycroft showed a headache expression: "He should have told you his code name! I asked him to pick you up, not to hold a welcome party!" His expression and tone seemed to be condemning this class of agents The quality is no better than before, it is simply the worst class he has ever led!

But Novia did not intend to buy it,

She stared suspiciously at Mycroft, "... Hartina sounds like a girl's name. Is this code name a random thing?"

"—Exactly! Who would name himself a typhoon? Hahaha!" The purple man couldn't bear the feeling of being left alone, so he interjected at the right time, also in a pure British accent, but Novia Together with Mycroft, they stopped holding the teacup and looked at the 'hahaha' purple man disapprovingly.

Seeing the surprisingly consistent actions of these two people, the purple man finally began to believe that they could work well in one department!

"That kid listened to my advice and skydived. He may be a little later before he can write a mission report for you." Novia drank her lipstick tea and narrowed her eyes contentedly.

There were scratches and dust on her clothes. In Mycroft's eyes, the different marks were like a museum of itineraries. Based on this, Novia crossed off the job of 'reinstatement report' for herself with peace of mind.

"I hope that Mr. Noah will remember in the future, and stop blindly worshiping the predecessors in the same industry!"

"But it might also make him admire me more, I know I've always been a legend.  …Your weight loss plan seems to be going well?"

"Oh! I thought you already knew!" Mycroft looked a little dark. He was talking about Sherlock's leap, the pool of bright red blood downstairs in the hospital, and the sad friends who were left behind. ——a lot of mess, and himself who lost his brother miserably.

"Sherlock is not dead at all, we all know it." Novia pointed to Mycroft's red pocket square. If she hadn't known the established future, she would have been fooled, but the current situation Next, she took the answer and pushed the clues backwards, and hung up brightly: "Someone saw Sherlock, and changed his face to hide his name. You are a good brother. It is wise to let him come back after the limelight passes."

"It's just your guess... If you really see another Sherlock-like person, it's not him." Mycroft stopped tangling with Novia on this issue.

Only at this time did Zi realize what the work of these two people meant.

"Then tell about the man you brought back. The man in the armor is more likely to have a soft heart."

Mycroft was talking about Tony Stark sitting on the other side of the couch.He was still wearing armor and fully armed. After all, he had only carried a plane once and hadn't experienced any battles—the golden-red armor was almost spotless.

There was a teacup for Tony, but he wasn't interested in drinking it at all.

He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just enjoys playing a model, or robot.

When Novia heard Mycroft mention Tony's name, her expression immediately became innocent, and she continued to refill her cup of tea.After being stared at, she added reluctantly: "How did I stop the famous Iron Man?!"

The golden-red iron can moved a bit, obviously angry and wanted to stand up, but held back.

One is playing a game of 'I can't see you'.

A man is playing a game of 'I am a wooden man'.

——I can't say who is more naive than the other, but Mycroft thinks it's not bad. Novia, who came back from vacation, felt a lot more relaxed.

He was just worried that Novia had overlooked something, and those injuries blinded her, making her ignore the real victim.

"We haven't heard from your brother for a long time, but that doesn't mean he doesn't exist anymore."

"I don't think this is a good time to talk about my past!" Novia retorted subconsciously.No talking about the good old days at all!

"Then you can take him as a reminder, do you still remember what your brother's ability is, maybe someone else has been victimized by it?"

Even if it exists, Novia cannot see it.His elder brother is a shadow, it is difficult to give a name to that ability, there is no gorgeous sound and light special effects, quietly climbing into a person's shadow, no problem can be retrieved by any technological means, when it suddenly erupts , it's too late.

Since discovering the truth, Novia refused to talk about family relations.

The purple man never minded asking questions, not to mention that this time he saw the dawn of the question being solved.

"Novia's brother? Would you mind explaining in detail?" He poured a cup of tea for Mycroft courteously. At this time, it doesn't matter who is in charge of pouring the tea. Ziren is afraid of Novia's boss. I gave up telling stories because my mouth was dry.

Mycroft smirked, indicating that Novia would speak for herself.

"My brother!" Novia glanced at the purple man angrily, and then at Iron Man.

——The former always asked too much, and the latter lied to her too much.

Novia has an older brother who has been like Mycroft since he was a child... er... which means he has excellent grades, has his own standards for seeing things, and rarely makes mistakes, learns things quickly, is smart and wise A series of commendatory words can be used on her brother, except for one thing - his brother has been a handsome guy since he was a child, which is different from a certain fat man.

Novia remembers her elder brother reading storybooks to her. Her childhood was quite happy. In bedtime stories, there are princesses and princes living happily together, as well as magnificent court battles, adventurers looking for new roads, and real heroes for hundreds of years. Then it became known to the world.

These colorful bedside stories, in the present view, probably look more like a sign given long ago.Which teenager would study those remote knowledge?

——Novia's brother loves all this.

"At the beginning, he was on the debate team in middle school. He had never had an opponent. Everyone regarded him as the trump card. He played at the finale and ended the debate... He soon felt that this was not interesting. He began to read some cutting-edge scientific magazines. At first, he wrote Letter submission, and later he remodeled the garage at home and started his own research.”

Research was conducted for only a short time.

Soon, that person's ability was awakened.

Looking back, the first victim was probably the pet cat at home. Novia has always liked that race-level puppet cat, but he gradually became manic, stopped being rubbed on his stomach, and then showed some aggressiveness .It's hard to say that the cat named 'Xueshan' hasn't struggled before, and occasionally he will be docile, licking Novia's scratched hand and howling a few times.

And then, suddenly died.

"Other people's puppets are called 'Bai Xue' or something like that, but yours is called 'Snow Mountain'!" Tony couldn't take it anymore, his mask popped off, and he stood up from the sofa: "And also You don't have to say this if you don't want to!"

Novia has some stories that are not suitable to share, which he has realized when he was in Rubik's cube prison.

There is little possibility of making up for what has been done wrong, but the same mistake should not happen twice!

After Novia heard this, she smiled a little forcedly.

She finally realized why Mycroft reminded her to recall this passage, and it was an obvious reminder - about Tony Stark.