A simple story of the United Kingdom and the United States

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The woman in the tight black combat uniform clenched her fists unbearably, raised her hand, and slammed it hard on the head of the man who occasionally turned his head to look at the situation opposite him.

"Stop sticking your head out secretly, okay!!!"

A certain big detective who was supposed to return to the dust was holding the freshly baked bag on his head and was miserable.

"If only you came back from the dead and appeared."

The woman took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down her aura of violence, but when she found it was fruitless, she became furious. Angrily, she pointed the arm holding the dagger at the opposite soldier who was shooting them with a gun, but his whole body was in a state of embarrassment.

"Aren't you a fucking ghost!! Fuck, this is the first time I've met you!!!!"

In fact, Captain, you only ran into him twice.The combat command team member on the earphone side swallowed silently, but finally didn't have the guts to remind this runaway woman who had just been promoted to the captain's position.

The man next to the woman shrank his neck. A woman in a rage is irrational, but he still couldn't help frowning. He always felt that this woman shouldn't be like this.

At least she shouldn't be swearing.

Of course, the woman in black is the dead Natalia Stark, but she has changed her name now, because she is no longer a Stark, but a Helene.

"Name?" The staff at the identity verification office prepared to fill in the information without looking up.

"Herlaine."

"Isn't that your last name?" The working brother looked up at the other party, "Your name, beauty."

"...Helaine?"

"..." Made made the stick.

"Helein, Helein..." Coulson, who received the work report from the people below, stared at the report blankly, "I understand that you want to get away from your previous identity as soon as possible, but you must at least take a decent job." How about a good name?"

"He...en??" the girl suggested cautiously.

"..." So, who taught the girls' language and culture courses back then! ! !Coulson began to turn the tables in his heart.

Naming is really not her forte.

Natalia rolled her eyes silently. If she had that ability, the golden eagle's name wouldn't be called golden eagle, okay?

She's named after her godmother, 'she's named after...

Natalia blinked her big eyes, and wondered in her heart, she is also a bad name, mother, where did you find the name Nunnally?

"What's the point of telling you?"' she said contemptuously.

No point, she replied.

Helian, who was supposed to become Nunnally, was not born, but Nunnally, who was supposed to be killed, was happily staying beside her godfather, accepting the love from him.

"Forget it, you should still be called Naya." Coulson said with a headache, "Anyway, you are Helian now, and you don't need any major changes in your name."

"Okay." The girl held the yogurt she just picked up from a passing agent, bit the straw and sucked it slowly, and then stuffed a bite of the potato chips she just stole from the drawer of another employee. It was as pleasant as it could be. Cozy.

Coulson felt that a certain nerve in his forehead was trembling, and finally, before the tremor was transmitted to his hands, he successfully blasted Natalia out of the office door.

"If you have nothing to do, go on a mission and take care of the British affairs by the way!!!"

Anyway, the operation has been done, and the monitors and small bombs have been installed. Are you still afraid of her messing up again?

She will compensate for the loss of a future agent's job because of her, and now there is no need to worry about what will happen midway to interrupt her mission.

So Natalia, who was promoted to the team leader, led the "supply" team and ran to Russia to complete the mission.

The so-called "supply" team is a team dedicated to resupplying her with the things she needs, such as guns, daggers, snacks, drinks, and female friends...

When Natalia, who sneaked into a secret military base alone, was about to steal information, she met a man who came to steal information like her. Seeing who the man is, Natalia straightened the man's head as she thought so.

Then she accidentally let go of her hand, and after dry (falling) on ​​the street, the man unfortunately threw his face down on the street again.

Fuck! Fuck! ! !It's a scam! ! ! !

Even if you look like a poor beggar with full beard, thick eyebrows and big eyes, you haven't bathed, changed your clothes, or cut your hair for many days, she can still recognize it! !

Who will explain to her why Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who should have been sleeping peacefully in the grave, appeared at the place where she came to perform the mission, doing the same thing as her! !

"Captain... We are cooperating with the UK on this mission... It says on the mission list... But although it is cooperation, the content of the cooperation is... But we need to give priority to bringing the people from the UK back safe and sound... and then take Back to the data..." The voice of one of the supply team members came from the earphone.

Fuck, after cheating Lao Tzu's tears and feelings, do you still want to squeeze Lao Tzu's labor force! !

Do you know that when I heard the news of Mr. Sherlock's death, no one could persuade me to cry. I was so scared that the future X-Men rushed to comfort her, afraid that the professor would come back and see a crying out of breath The daughter of an old friend.

The one from the British government!I remember you! !

Suddenly, a familiar game sound of cutting apples came from the earphones.

"...Noy, tell the guy next to you who is playing the fruit-slicing game, if he dies before I go back, see you at the training ground when I go back."

"..."

"..." A certain team member who just dropped the words over there shook his hand and failed to cut the fruit and ended up hanging the game.

"..." Colleagues who looked at him sympathetically.

It was brought out by the Black Widow, a squad leader with inhuman abilities, a squad leader who can guarantee you can't be beaten to death, but can beat you to death on the training ground.

Brother, go all the way, and be a hero again after 18 years.

"You know me," said the man who woke up, that is, Sherlock. "And you want to beat me up."

After recognizing him, the woman who was about to kill him stared at him with an indescribable expression and wanted to beat him up, as if he owed her money and wouldn't pay it back.

"You are wrong." Natalia denied lightly.

Sherlock felt that this sentence would be more believable if she could put away the dagger she was holding tightly in her hand or extinguish the aggressive flames all over her body.

At the next fork in the road, when Sherlock was about to walk to the right, a warm hand gently held his hand, but brought him behind him with irresistible force.

The woman may not have noticed Sherlock's surprised expression at the moment, and her attention was all on exploring the road.

Sherlock looked at the hand that had been sent by the other party, and frowned.

He knew that the other party's action was just subconsciously protecting him, and he also knew that he would not let others approach him easily, but when this woman held his hand, he was inexplicably familiar with it, just like before. It was as if a small hand was holding his own big hand.

He was very sure that he didn't know this woman, and he had never held anyone's hand, and there was no scene of a warm and soft hand holding his hand tightly in his memory, and even the slightest memory No.

So here comes the question, since he is sure that there is no such a familiar little hand, why can he so accurately describe whose hand he is holding and walking on the street?Why did he feel a sense of joy the moment the woman held his hand?Why, does he feel like he has found something that has been lost for a long time?

"You know me." Imagination is not what he likes to do. If there are puzzles, he has to solve them.

"No, Mr. Holmes." The other party replied coldly. "I do not know you."

"..." Sherlock Holmes, who had always been the only one who was cold towards others, said, "You're lying."

"So what!" The other party blocked him again coldly.

"When we met for the first time just now, you were behind my back and were going to kill me, but when you saw my face, your pupils constricted and your facial muscles tensed. All in all, this expression was a surprise." Sherlock's words were like Fired like a cannonball, "That is to say, you know me and know what happened to me, so you don't understand the situation where I appear here."

Natalia quietly listened to the other party's words, and then she missed this interesting reasoning that she hadn't heard for a long time. "That's good, is there any more?"

"..." Sherlock silently looked at the woman who suddenly became interested, "You have a dagger tied on your right leg, but at the same time, you are holding a dagger in your right hand. The pattern on the handle of the dagger is a bit worn out, indicating that you use it often, while the dagger is tied on your leg. The gun bag you are wearing is indeed brand new, which means that you don’t need it at all. I’m curious, in this era of intense fighting, just relying on a cold weapon and being full of flaws...Agent, How did you get past a heavily guarded military base?"

"..." The team members who silently listened to the conversation between the two began to despise this "collaborator" from the UK in their hearts. Don't you know that their captain is dead?Oh sorry, you really don't know, but did you think I'd tell you?

Hahaha! !Despise the captain and wait for the "education of love" from the captain! ! !

"The whole body is full of flaws..." The woman repeated his words, and then stepped on a hidden mechanism.

The erected machine gun locked on the two of them in an instant, and bullets poured towards them.

Sherlock quickly grabbed the opponent's collar and was about to push the opponent into the corner, but after he stretched out his hand, he realized that it was actually a waste of effort.

Because all the bullets were blocked by an invisible barrier at a distance of ten centimeters from them.

And when all the bullets from the machine gun were fired, there was already a river of bullet casings under their feet.

Natalia turned her head, and what she saw was Sherlock's hesitant expression. She tilted her head, expressing that she didn't understand the meaning of the other's expression.

"Armor... body protection? Are you a wizard?" Sherlock still asked.

Hearing this sentence, Natalia's body tensed up a little, and her movements also made Sherlock's spirit and body tense up, "You don't have to try to erase my memory, I Knowing the existence of wizards has been verified by relevant people. What's more, the people in the UK should not want their special agent to go back with incomplete memories."

Speaking of Mr. Sherlock, before you know it, your memory is already incomplete... She pouted and put down the hand she just raised, expressing that it's a pity that he couldn't erase his memory.

"..." If he didn't say it early, he would end up in the same end as those stupid people who lowered the overall IQ value of the surrounding people.

"How do you know wizards exist?" She didn't think that Mycroft would let Sherlock get in touch with the wizarding world, unless the chaos there had reached the point where all Muggles knew about it?

In just over a year, the Dark Lord can develop to this point?Principal Dumbledore died, but he didn't make arrangements for the affairs behind him?

Hehe, she wouldn't believe that a politician who could count her own life would not be able to leave without any chance of winning, unless he had a backup.Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix are a bright line, and when this line is chased and intercepted by the Dark Lord, the dark line is quietly going on.

A letter from the Helene family said that the saints in Germany seemed a little restless, and then the second-generation Dark Lord of England seemed to face the German Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald for some problems in his own territory, so that the savior and The Order of the Phoenix temporarily took a breath.

The only thing that made her unhappy was that the man was still working as an undercover agent next to the Dark Lord.Although the current Dark Lord does not know that the old wand does not really belong to him, but once he knows, the person who will die in the next moment is Severus Snape.

Looking at the girl's expression from doubt to thoughtfulness, Sherlock didn't bother her. He believed that the other party could know these little things. From the surprise when he saw him at the beginning to the sudden realization later, this woman is not like ordinary women. Ignorant, he doesn't need to say much.

Very naturally, he took the other's empty hand, walked to the front, and gave the woman plenty of time to think. At the same time, in order to save them time, he hurried out. There are many people, but it doesn't mean that no one can't hear the movement of the machine gun just now.

But at the turn of the next intersection, the woman grabbed him by the collar and threw him behind the cover before he could take a foot off the ground. After coming over, the woman also hid within a few minutes, letting the gunfire outside continue.

He took advantage of the cessation of the gunfire to poke his head out to take a look at the situation, but was hit hard by the woman.

"If it's just you coming back from the dead, forget it." The woman gritted her teeth.

Sherlock's heart was clear, she really knew about him.But in the next second, the woman stood up abruptly from behind the cover, pointed at the person who shot the opposite side with a dagger, and charged:

"Aren't you a fucking ghost!! Fuck, this is the first time I've met you!!!!"

"..." Sherlock, where is the agreed-upon indifferent, glamorous and clever girl character? ?

The author has something to say: the holiday is coming soon, the exam is coming,,,