[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

Gotham City, Arkham Asylum.

"That lunatic is back?" A soldier in full armor held a gun in his hand, chatting with another black soldier.

The black soldier glanced around, it was still a dark place full of terror and oppression, he sneered: "Probably because I don't want to part with that top product, if I say less, I'll have to fuck a few times before I die regret."

The young soldier had a nasty smile on his face: "That bitch? Who knows how many people have fucked her before. A lunatic will finally escape from here and come back again!"

The black soldier answered, "Isn't that a lunatic?"

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled, knowing clearly in their hearts who they were talking about.

Clown, this time he obediently walked into the prison.

No one knew what the hell he was up to.

While the two were talking, there was a faint movement outside the door.

The soldiers who were still uttering filthy and vulgar language just now became vigilant, loaded their guns without stopping, took a standard shooting posture, and raised their voices: "Who? Who's there?"

In this terrifying prison, they have seen too many dangerous terrorists. If they are not careful, their lives will be taken away by some pervert. The soldiers who can be stationed in the madhouse have enough experience to deal with them. Prisoners, and we must always be on guard against those who rob and escape from prison.Therefore, the soldiers will not take it lightly when there is trouble.

The warning was sent out, deserted and cheerless, without the slightest response.

Just as they lowered their bodies and stepped forward quietly, a figure suddenly appeared from the corner of the prison.

The two soldiers stopped suddenly.

Nicotine, who was wearing a white shirt and white slacks, appeared so abruptly in this dark and humid place, with his hands behind his back, his overly long bangs covering his eyes loosely, and a kind smile on his warm face. Exuding a soft glow, it feels out of place in this evil prison.

The two soldiers couldn't help being stunned by their thin stature and almost unarmed body that could be seen with the naked eye. Just as they were standing still, the Scarlet Witch who had already circled behind them raised her hand and used chaos magic to control the thinking of the two soldiers. , and their eyes gradually became dull.

Nicotine put his hands behind his back, his expression remained unchanged, his footsteps were light and joyful, he walked around them quietly, and looked back at Wanda.

Wanda understood, stopped and let the two stand there in a daze as if they were in a normal state.

***

Barala, who said she would not go, finally lay down on the floor of Stark Building with a look of lovelessness.

"My almanac for the whole year of this year is fucking inappropriate to travel."

Sherlock was sitting not far from her, looked up at the superheroes who were discussing the lunatic asylum containment plan, and said calmly, "This is the consequence of greed."

Barala turned over and scratched the floor QAQ

When Stark heard the movement, he turned his head to see Barala's remorseful expression, he smiled, and his expression was triumphant: "You are a private detective hired by me with a lot of money, and I give you so much pocket money every month. It's a big fool."

Barala: "..."

At this moment, Stark's expression was that of a calculating and cunning businessman. Buy one get one free, buy one Barala and get one Sherlock free. This deal is simply not too cost-effective. ,

Thinking of the bankbook savings that increased every month, Barala felt as if a knife was piercing her heart.

Things have to go back to the contract signed by Barala and Stark [unconditional priority to the boss's arrangement], so Barala flew back to the United States... Now she can't wait to chop off her own hand that signed the contract.

There really is no such thing as a free lunch.

Her heart was desolate, she took out her mobile phone and opened the INS silently.

Sherlock saw her move and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Forward Jinli." Barala opened Little Li's Leonardo's account expressionlessly, and retweeted a photo of him in front of the fish.

Sherlock: "..."

For the first time, Jarvis, who had monitored the activity of her mobile phone, felt that his system needed to be updated.

Dr. Banner usually has a good temper. Anyway, watching Barala and Stark bicker, his expression is cheerful.This time the prison has too little room for movement, and he couldn't control the Hulk after his transformation, so he withdrew from the plan temporarily. As one of the few scientists with online IQ, he would still help Jarvis monitor the dynamics on the side of the madhouse at all times.

He glanced at the weak Barala, feeling a little unbearable, "Are you sure you want Miss Barala to participate in this plan?"

"Of course, this case is what she has been investigating." Stark maintained an expression of taking him for granted.

Stark's big doll-like eyes: "Nicotine's plan is not as simple as jailbreak."

Stark's fat belly: "Maybe there will be more important discoveries about the relationship between Barala and nicotine."

When Barala heard that her name was associated with nicotine, her expression was a little subtle. She got up from the ground, patted her buttocks, and sat down... beside Sherlock, crossing her arms around her chest.

Barala said coldly: "Then if I die in prison, I'll be a ghost and I won't let you go."

Tony was a little embarrassed. It was really too much for a weak dick to go to a madhouse.But because of the sudden appearance of nicotine and the inexplicable audio recording of Sherlock's house, he had to be suspicious, especially after he couldn't find all the traces of Barala a year ago, even though he tried hard to find I believe that Ba Lala is a passerby who makes soy sauce, but there are always some unclear doubts.

And this trip to Arkham gave him a faint premonition that he would gain something.

"So for the sake of safety, I called a little cutie to protect you." Tony opened a bag of blueberry-flavored fudge, and asked Xiaodai to hand a bag to Barala as if to please.

Balalajie took the bag of jellybeans worth less than five dollars, and said quietly, "I hope you can use jellybeans to make women happy in the future."

Stark, who has always only used luxury diamond sports cars to make women happy, heard the deep meaning in Barala's words.

I don’t know if he communicated with Steve before. Captain America, who was wearing an old-fashioned leather jacket, hugged his well-developed chest muscles and kindly explained to Stark: “Don’t worry, when the time comes, you and Mr. Holmes will just deal with the Ballad case. Broken, we will take care of your safety."

Bucky is currently staying at S.H.I.E.L.D. to undergo a mental examination by professionals. Steve, who took time out to participate in this plan, is in a better mental state than usual.Probably because of the friendship (?) reunited after 70 years, he finally found a sense of belonging in this world, and he is earnestly completing his mission.

For his guarantee, it can only be said to calm people's hearts a little bit.But Barala can't let people say the vicious oath of "don't ask to be born on the same day in the same year, but to die in the same year". A cutie who will personally protect her and Sherlock.

Barala: "Who is protecting us? Little cutie? That must not be little cheap."

Hearing their noisy movement, Aite's Deadpool opened the Playboy magazine covering his face and muttered to himself: "I just had a dream, this time fighting side by side with superheroes Hong, those hero fans lined up to ask me for sex, one by one was too slow, and then I flew two, three, and n, and finally achieved great harmony in life."

Heroes who have never been fans: "..."

Ba Lala twitched the corners of her mouth and encouraged him: "Dreams can be had, just in case they come true."

Deadpool was very happy, and he couldn't hear the sarcasm in her words, "Anyway, let's cooperate, it won't lose a layer of skin, but I can't protect you." He looked serious, "I hate eating when I'm fighting. Dog food."

Deadpool: "This will make my combat power directly negative for critical strikes."

Barala: "..."

She had no expression on her face, "For your life, you should die."

At this time, Barala was too lazy to repeat the status quo of being single.And since the last "heart-to-heart talk" on the bed ended in failure, but some things did change unconsciously.

Deadpool spread his hands, with an expression of rage.The person who came to help the Avengers this time was purely accidental. If it wasn't for the two X-Men who let go and gave him the task of the two brats, the cynical Deadpool might have gone straight to Arkham Insane asylum, help his old friend Deadshooter escape from prison in chaos.

Barala sighed: "Hey, I still envy John the most at this moment."

John, who can finally take a vacation, probably won't know where to find girls with the salary offered by McCoff.But now she has to work hard to spawn monsters. As a weak fifth-level chicken who hasn't gotten out of Novice Village, let alone a boss, a monkey monster can scratch her to death.

Seeing Barala's painful appearance, Sherlock said, "If you don't want to go, I have a hundred ways to make you miss it."

Sherlock is the only one who can say such awesome and flattering words in front of this group of superheroes.The most important thing is that he is not bragging, he really has a way to sabotage this plan.Anyway, when these words are said, the superheroes feel a chill behind them, especially the Deadpool whose JJ was cut off.

When Barala, who was lying on the sofa, heard this, her body softened and she slid directly under the sofa.

Barala: "..."

She got up as if nothing happened, and explained calmly: "The fabric of the pants is too slippery."

Heroes: "..."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and looked at Barala. Barala rubbed the back of her head, hesitated, and asked in a low voice, "Isn't that good..."

Sherlock: "What's the matter, no one is obliged to save the world like them."

Ba Lala muttered in a low voice: "But I took the money..." But this small amount of money is not enough compared to life.

Moreover, Nicotine's performance made her feel that she was closely related to Yinyuanhui. In order to avoid future troubles, she really needed to take risks and understand this matter thoroughly.

From Barala's resistance at the beginning to her hesitation now, all of them fell into Sherlock's eyes.Sherlock is not the roundworm in Barala's stomach, but if anyone here knows Barala best, it must be Sherlock.

Not only because of his penetrating eyes, but also because of some more important reasons.

Sherlock's expression softened, "I will accompany you there."

……

Stark, who witnessed the whole process, silently handed a pack of fudge to Captain America next to him: "I don't have dog food, do you want some sugar?"

Steve: "..."

He didn't speak, and took the sugar directly.

Dr. Banner pushed his glasses: "Give me some."

Deadpool: "I'm really fed up with the law of sprinkling sugar every chapter!"

Others: Huh huh?

Deadpool: "Hehe, I didn't say anything."

Several people are talking.At this time, Jarvis reminded: "Boss, the cutie you mentioned is here."

Ba Lala, who was still very concerned about her own safety, quickly stretched her neck and looked out the door.

A man came over with a schoolbag and a very familiar red and blue combat uniform. He looked up and admired the automated human services of Stark Tower, and at the same time felt novelty about everything like a country bumpkin entering the city. .

Holding his schoolbag, he saw Stark standing in the middle, and said excitedly: "Mr. Stark, the technology here is so exciting, this is the coolest building I have ever seen, bar none, Can I take a selfie in the hall for a while, oh, I have to chat with Jarvis, can he derive other intelligences? For example, Jarvis 2.0, so that I will no longer be bored in bed. "

Mmmmm... eh? ? ?The last word is easy to go astray.

But I heard this boy's voice chattering like a dead waiter.Balala opened her mouth wide, pointed at the boy, her fingers trembling: "You, you, the cutie you're talking about is him?"

Spider-Man, who was named, heard the voice, and then noticed a woman who stayed in the corner of the living room that he would never forget.

Peter Parker: "Babababababa..."

He suddenly remembered that he had always adhered to the principle of not revealing his identity, and decisively covered his mouth after shouting "Ba".

Barala: "Don't call me Dad, call me sister."

Peter: "..."

Seeing this, Stark comforted him: "Don't worry, this person's mouth is..."

He changed his words resolutely after receiving an angry look from Balala, "It's just so different."

Poor little Peter: "..."

Stark: "She's not a bad person, so don't be intimidated by her. You two know each other well, and then your task is to protect her and the roll next to her... that Mr. Detective."

Stark's fat belly: "The master is really unprincipled. He was so powerful by two ordinary detectives."

Ba Lala smiled and waved at the little spider: "Come here, let my sister have fun... Take care of you."

There was a chill in Peter's body, and a deep regret suddenly gushed out, he shouldn't have made a fuss QAQ that he promised Mr. Stark to help

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small theater:

Barala: "Little spider, why did you come so late this time~~~"

Peter: "Uh, I'm waiting after school."

Barala: "Do you need after-school tutoring~~~"

Peter: "No, no, no, thank you."

Barala winked: "Oh, don't refuse so fast, the story I have to tell the tutor after class hehehe, let me help you explore the fun of human beings~~"

Peter: "QAQ Mr. Sherlock, I can't take it anymore, I have to go home and do my homework."

Sherlock grabbed Barala by the collar and walked into the house without looking back.

Barala bared her teeth and claws: "What are you going to do!"

Sherlock's voice did not fluctuate: "Explore the joys of life."