[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

The young wizard closed his mouth and looked at Tony, feeling his throat was a little congested, but what he lacked most in his body was the courage that belonged to Gryffindor, and letting him die now was like admitting his mistake to Slytherin.

So he straightened his neck and looked at Tony from under the hood, with an obviously guilty face but trying to pretend to be righteous.

In fact, Tony didn't regard this little boy as a rival in love at all—this guy was too young, full of innocence that hadn't experienced much in the world, and he didn't feel any threat at all.

Tony patted him on the shoulder again, then turned around and blasted a gunman with his palm, then turned his head to look at the wand he was holding tightly in his hand, tilted his head slightly, and pointed at him casually Clothes: "Listen kid, if I were you, I wouldn't be so conspicuously dressed on the battlefield."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and knocked down a gunman.

Before the young wizard could say anything, he was dragged away by the adult wizard behind him. Tony didn't catch up, and turned around to fight alongside Lydia.

The ambulance arrived as late as the police car, arriving slowly after the fighting was over.

The state troopers cordoned off the perimeter of the scene and took over the criminals by the way. The doctors rushed to the scene to save people, but all the seriously injured have been rescued, and the only thing left is some scratches. People with oily skin.

They went around the victim, and the last effect was to send out blankets.

It is unbelievable that there were no casualties in such a large-scale terrorist operation. These doctors were in a good mood, and they chatted with those miraculous therapists.

The wizards chatted with them one after another, and changed their clothes into black and white cloaks.

Those who were healed came out of the shop one after another. The victims who had felt a little sore back were all refreshed now. Under the guidance of the wizard, they stood at a safe distance and watched the magical magic at close range with great interest. Blockbuster.

When the last piece of glass returned to its original position, there was a burst of cheers from the crowd. Baal, who saw this battle for the first time, shook his wand and almost broke the glass again. Fortunately, his brother was on the sidelines, Otherwise, it would be embarrassing.

As victims plus combatants, Lydia and the others were brought back to the bureau by the state police to make statements along with several other alive and kicking victims.

The nature of the case this time is also quite strange. The victim sat alive and kicking in the waiting room of the police station drinking coffee, but all the criminals fell down.

Lydia was sitting on the sofa in the waiting room of the police station, drinking the instant coffee they provided. Tony, who was sitting on her right, crossed his legs in a relaxed way, with his left hand resting casually on the back of the sofa behind her.

Then he turned his head and saw two apparently British men standing at the window watching them.

The short guy with the light hair smiled when he saw him, and the tall guy next to him took a look at him, then set his eyes on Lydia.

The tall curly-haired man straightened his expression coat, bent his fingers and tapped lightly on the glass window twice.

Lydia turned her head, slowly stood up from the sofa, and looked up and down at the two people outside.

The tall man and Lydia smiled at the same time, and then the tall man opened the door and walked in.

Lydia opened her arms and walked towards them. The tall man's hand hanging by his side moved slightly, but he didn't lift it up. Lydia seemed to be playing tricks on him, so she reached out and hugged the little boy next to him. Shorty: "John, it's great to have you in New York!"

Watson raised his hand to give Lydia a hug, and then quickly glanced at Sherlock next to him. The latter glanced over Lydia's body, and quickly retracted it before Lydia raised his eyes, with a look on his face. Stared straight at Tony.

Lydia gave them a brief introduction, and before Watson could tell her why she came, a beautiful female state policeman walked in.

Holding the statement paper in her hand, she was slightly taken aback when she saw so many people sitting in the room, and then smiled at them: "Mr. Holmes, the director was still looking for you just now."

Sherlock frowned with obvious reluctance, Watson nodded to her politely: "Thank you."

Watson grabbed Sherlock's arm and pulled him out. Sherlock reluctantly moved his noble foot, and kept complaining: "That case is so boring, everyone knows who the murderer is— —”

As the door of the reception room closed, his voice gradually became indistinct.

The female police officer looked at Tony and Lydia with a little embarrassment, and soon smiled again, her attitude was simply amiable.

After formally recording the statement, she paused, carefully dug out a few photos clipped inside out from the statement book, and took out a marker pen from her pocket. The police officer was a little embarrassed now: "This..."

Tony took the photos very smoothly, took the marker pen with the other hand, bit off the black cap with his teeth, and was just about to write, when the other party suddenly said: "Yes...there are three for Miss Lydia .”

Lydia didn't remember that she had ever sold a picture of herself, she raised her eyebrows slightly, showing an expression of interest - this expression looked somewhat similar to that of Tony beside her.

She took the photo from Tony, turned it over and looked at it.

There are five photos in total, two of Tony's and three of hers. She has a good memory. She has seen these photos. Tony's photos are bought from her, and all of hers are news pictures. But it was shot very well.

It was the first time that her fans asked for an autograph, and Lydia felt a little complicated.

She pinched these photos, blinked her eyes, and finally showed a helpless and doting smile, shook her head slightly, took the pen from Tony, and signed her name on the back.

"It's an honor to be liked by a beautiful lady like you." Lydia handed her photo to the female police officer, and the sincerity in her eyes was about to overflow.

The female police officer carefully put away the photo, and Lydia blushed when she saw it. When Tony lowered his head to sign, Lydia asked casually, "By the way, have those terrorists confessed?"

There's nothing you can't say about it. There was no order from above to keep it quiet, so the female police officer replied without hesitation: "It was just an accident. They didn't expect that they were so unlucky that they would meet you."

After putting away the photos of Tony, the female police officer seemed to be in a very good mood. She packed up her things and stood up, with a smile on her face, and said very officially: "Thank you for your cooperation, now you can leave on your own .”

"I don't believe it was an accident." Lydia said softly as she pushed open the door. "The phone that the skinny guy gave me was blown up."

"I thought you could summon it again?" Tony shrugged, said indifferently, looked around with big eyes, and quickly returned to Lydia, "It's not difficult for you."

"The price is more expensive than you think." Lydia turned her head and smiled at the billionaire, "I'm almost out of cash."

When the two of them walked towards the door side by side, it happened that Sherlock and the others came out of the office on the other side of the police station in a hurry. Watson kept talking to Sherlock, and the latter replied a few words from time to time. After talking all the way to Lydia, she clearly heard Watson's voice: "You are here for vacation! Sherlock, take a vacation!"

"Investigate the case by the way." Sherlock finally responded, and then nodded to Lydia. Watson stood upright and rolled his eyes: "But you can't look through the files all day tomorrow."

"Of course I can." Sherlock gave Watson a strange look. "Unless you can find something more interesting... Or do you want to waste a day of your life on the streets of New York?"

"We have to bring something back to Mrs. Hudson!" Watson said helplessly, "You can't go back empty-handed, Mrs. Hudson, Molly, Lestrade, Mycroft..."

"Why should I bring a gift to Mycroft?" Sherlock interrupted him, looking at Watson in disbelief.

Watson looked at Lydia with an unbearable face, showing a look of pleading for help: "Oh, Sherlock..."

Lydia found it very interesting to hear them so noisy, she walked between Sherlock and Tony with a smile, without saying a word.

While speaking, they had already arrived at the parking lot. When there were many people, they would always let people down. In addition, it was near the police station. Although the location was a bit remote, it was full of a sense of peace of mind.

Although it was already midnight, there were not many cars in the parking lot. In the distance, there were some drunks singing songs that were completely unrecognizable to the original song. It was quite lively to listen to.

Accidents happen at such times.

Lydia heard something piercing, but it was too late for her to reach out for the money.

Something pierced her body, she touched her arm subconsciously, and felt a thin needle tube, her consciousness soon became blurred, and Watson, who was walking diagonally in front of her, had already fallen to the ground .

There was also the sound of falling to the ground beside her, and she didn't know whether it was Tony or Sherlock who fell. Soon, she felt that she also lost all control of her body, and her eyes were dark.