[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

This "bodyguard" was obviously aloof, his eyes stayed on Barala, who had a head protruding from behind a curly-haired man, he nodded slightly, squatted down, and removed the female body cleanly. The killer's two arms.

Female killer's arm: "WTF!"

Before she could cry out the pain, the female killer rolled her eyes and passed out.

The authentic technique of dealing with criminals, perhaps in other environments, these two arms have been useless.

At this moment, Barala, who was a little dazed, swallowed her saliva, forced a smile, and then asked carefully, still hiding behind Sherlock: "Colson's friend?"

The agent nodded and stated the facts, "Let her dislocate her hand, she will wake up later, do you need to interrogate her?"

Coulson asked an agent who was finishing a mission in London to help, and he didn't tell him about the hero card. He lied seriously and said that he had a detective friend named Barala who needed protection, and then the agent came over, By the way, help her bring down the killer she is chasing.

And without sympathy, he stepped on the beautiful killer and removed two arms.

Barala guessed it must be because the beauty killer didn't wear makeup.

"Interview her! I must help my poor master vent my anger!" Zhong Er shouted with his severed finger, even though he heard Su Shuang's sound of broken bones just now, he still looked dissatisfied.

"No need, she is the murderer in this case. I will send her to the police station after punching her a few times to vent her anger for the deceased." Barala laughed dryly, stepped forward, and wanted to hurry up and sort things out. Finished, and then went to find the secret base of Jiangyang Bandit.

Sherlock reached out and grabbed her by the back collar, and then pulled the 170-foot Barala aside like a chick.

"Try her, there is a bigger organization behind her."

The agent frowned slightly: "A larger organization?"

"No matter how big! The organization! It has nothing to do with me! It has nothing to do with it! It has nothing to do with it!" Barala, trying to grab the hands behind her back, clenched her back molars, stretched out her hands and flopped on the top of her head.

Sherlock lowered his eyes and stared at Barala's useless resistance, with one hand behind his back and the other elegantly holding her collar, and continued to answer the question of the man in front of him, "The deceased was hired to steal things. At the same time being plotted and murdered, there must be a secret organization with a high degree of planning behind it. The killer under your feet is just a pawn, and the thing they spent so much energy trying to find must be To complete a certain huge conspiracy. Such an exciting case, you don’t want to investigate deeply, god! What is going on in your mind!”

"Money!" Barala explained confidently.

"I can pay you the money."

"I still have life."

Barala has no interest at all in this kind of thing that is said to be able to destroy the fragments of the earth!

Listening to the bickering between the two, the agent extracted the general idea.

Investigating purposeful secret organizations should be the work of the FBI. As an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., he wanted to send a text message to 007 to remind him otherwise.Although he is not very interested in the villain organization on the British side, fortunately, he has just completed the mission in London and has plenty of free time before returning to the United States.Coulson owed him a favor before, and now he sent it to Xi'an and returned it.

Besides...

Agent's biceps: "I always feel that this female detective looks very weak."

Give up the struggling Barala:! ! !

Seeing that Barala had compromised, Sherlock let go of his hand, his face remained calm, and he had already captured various key words from this man who appeared out of nowhere in his mind, and after the completion of the stitching, he came to a rather interesting conclusion.And after knowing the abilities of this American agent, Sherlock, who possesses a hundred interrogation techniques, is eager to move.

Well, just practice it from this killer.

To say that this killer is also in bad luck, not only met Sherlock who sees everything, but also ran into an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Maybe she should forward a koi to the bad luck.

Just thinking about it, Barala heard Sherlock suddenly say something inexplicable to the agent: "Do you know John Watson?"

Agent:? ? ?

Barala:? ? ?

Seeing the reaction of the two of them with question marks all over their heads, Sherlock pursed his lips, "Pretend I didn't say anything."

The first meeting was so exciting that Barala didn't even have time to introduce herself.Seeing that everyone fell silent, he quickly stepped forward, took out his business card and handed it to him.

"Hello, my name is Barala. I'm a private detective. If you have any difficult cases that you can't handle, such as murder, tragic death, etc., you can come to me to find the real culprit. The price is negotiable during the discount period for newcomers."

Agent: ...

But for the sake of Coulson's friend, he still took it.

Then he introduced himself concisely: "Claret Barton."

Thought he was just an ordinary S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Barala: Σ(°△°|||)︴

Barala: I'll go, where's his bow and arrow? ! ! !

The legendary Eagle Eye only had the impression of shooting Loki with a bow, and Barala's eyes quickly passed over the young man in casual clothes, and suddenly became a little square.

Doesn't match the image in the impression? !

Where did the sleeveless tight black armor and the destructive bow and arrow behind him go? ! ! !

Seeing the way she looked at him with steady eagle eyes, he turned sideways in embarrassment.

Hawkeye's trapezius muscle: "What is this weak chicken looking at? Let me kill you with a bow and arrow."

Hawkeye's biceps: "Come on, what kind of cold weapon is being used on the street, you are not afraid of being caught."

Hawkeye's triceps: "This kind of killer, the master can kill a large group with bare hands... I mean long-range, what are you afraid of!"

Barala: I always feel that the dialogue style of muscular male organs is very different.

When I think of the future, if I am lucky enough to meet the American team and Thor with their fleshy bodies, this picture... tsk tsk, hot eyes.

When she was about to leave, Barala realized that the black silk socks she was wearing were torn, and the soles of her feet were dirty, and the high-heeled shoes that she had been holding in her hand had gone to nowhere.The only good thing is that I was barefoot all the way and was not cut by any sharp objects, but this situation obviously made it impossible to walk.

Barala awkwardly raised her toe that came out of the hole, and looked at Sherlock, who spent a little more than an hour together, as if asking for help, although she didn't expect this high-functioning anti-social personality to back up Follow her around.

The little American detective is the lead person in this case. In fact, without her, this case would lack half of the fun.

Sherlock looked at Barala's feet for a while, and said coldly: "Wait a minute."

Then turned around and left.

When leaving, Barala was thrown in the face by the arc of his coat.

Barala: ...

And Sherlock asked them to wait for a while, apparently only for a short while, and within 5 minutes, he came over with a luxury brand of shoes.

Seeing the logo on the bag, Barala was dumbfounded.

"I bought it at the nearest shoe store." In fact, Sherlock would throw all these useless information about similar brands into the recycle bin in his brain. He just wanted to interrogate the prisoner quickly, so he found the nearest shoe store to buy shoes. Money... Anyway, he has never worried about taking a taxi whenever he goes out.

The flattered Barala took the bag, opened the shoe box, and noticed that it was flat shoes without a heel and the size was just right, she was a little moved.

Balala looked at Sherlock with tears in her eyes, and said shyly, "I don't have to pay back the money, do I?"

Hawkeye: ...

Killer's disused arm: ...

And the second severed finger who hasn't spoken for a long time: ...

And Sherlock, who did all this because of his amazing observation skills, still nodded coldly, and added: "It's the cost of hiring you as an assistant this time."

Barala: ...

Because of a pair of shoes, Barala, who had no conscience, agreed to the secret interrogation of the female killer.

So Barton, who helped others to the end, carried the unconscious killer like a chicken, and let Sherlock, who was familiar with London, lead the way.

Sherlock looked over his head as he passed, and asked again, "You really don't know John Watson?"

Barala, who had already put on her shoes, couldn't help but asked, "What's the relationship between them?"

Sherlock's eyes flashed, and without saying anything, he walked to the front with his long legs.

Sherlock really knows London like the back of his hand. The three people who kept passing through the alleys hardly met a single person, and then they came to an abandoned factory building smoothly.

After tying her to a broken chair, Barton took a bottle of mineral water bought on the road and sprinkled it on the female killer's head.

Then the killer really woke up leisurely.

After she saw everything around her clearly, Barala could even feel her body tense for a moment.

The killer's eyes: "Mistgrass, why did I change the place after I closed it for a while?"

Killer's ears: "The three of them all look very dick. I think the master is in danger."

The killer's eyes: "...nonsense, I can see it too."

The killer's hands: "Let me see if I can untie the rope secretly."

Barala shook her head and persuaded: "I advise you not to do useless work, this knot is much higher than your level... the killer tied it, if you untie it, it would be a slap in the face for him."

Hawkeye, who has already agreed to conceal his identity: ...

I always feel that this little American detective is setting up a FLAG for him on purpose.