Baker Street Charterers

How will you face an enemy far more powerful than you?

When he has the influence and influence surrounding most of London, when he planted his roots in the soil of power like a healthy tree, when he has countless money and is at his fingertips, even when he himself is perfect and almost impeccable... …

Oh yes, almost perfect, but it's not perfect.

How will you defeat him?

Spending years building a league as strong as his?Or is it a quick decision, to capture the thief first and capture the king first?

……

"Snapped--"

A card was thrown on the shiny wooden table, Sebastian Moran made no secret of his complacency at the moment, he swiftly took the chip into his arms, and his voice was as loud as a lion, " I've won again, guys!"

Everyone in the poker club showed suspicious looks at the same time, but when they thought of the identity of the other party, they suppressed themselves and joked, "Sebastian, you are not cheating, are you? Look, you But almost everyone here has won!"

"Come on, John," Sebastian took a cigar and closed his eyes comfortably in the smoke, "Winning doesn't take much effort for me, you can bear that I'm a good player in this field... …In fact, I’m pretty good at a lot of things.”

Just when he couldn't hide his complacency and wanted to brag, he suddenly heard cheers not far away, he froze for a moment, and heard John say in a schadenfreude and mocking tone, "Oh really, Old friend, I heard that a beautiful lady came here recently. She possesses amazing card skills. I don’t think she is inferior to you. Maybe your status as the king here will be replaced soon. It is very likely—— "

Sebastian stared at the other party sharply, until he closed his mouth in cold sweat, then dropped the cigar and stepped on it hard, but his tone became gentle and calm, "Oh is it? It seems that I It is very necessary to go and have a look—a woman? Huh."

He rudely pushed aside the crowd in front of him, and finally saw a slender figure, sitting on a soft sofa, her posture was both elegant and dissolute, she was wearing a black lace veil, only revealing a very beautiful chin and mouth Lips with bright red lipstick.She is indeed very good at poker, at least among all the gentlemen around her, no one can beat her.The chips in front of her were almost piled up like a mountain, she occasionally let out a pleasant chuckle, her black gloves covered her lips, her voice was so charming that it penetrated into his ears, making her heart itch.

Sebastian Moran looked at her silently for a long time with eyes shining like a beast, and then he straightened his collar while the crowd cheered again, taking over from the previous loser. The man who came, said politely, "I'm here to challenge your authority, beautiful lady."

The surroundings suddenly became silent - the regulars in the poker club naturally knew the fierce-looking man in front of them, and consciously would not cause trouble.Someone quietly turned their eyes on the veiled lady with pity, as if she was sure that she would be defeated by Sebastian and then suffer inhuman rape.

He treated everyone as if he were an enemy--everyone who tried to trouble him would think so when they failed miserably.

I hope she won't lose so quickly, at least she can frustrate his arrogance - another part of the people think so.

The lady raised her eyes and seemed to look at him for a few seconds. Sebastian couldn't see her face clearly, but he could vaguely see that she did have a pair of beautiful eyes, which made his heart itch.He suppressed his impulse and made a very gentlemanly gesture, "Please first, ma'am."

"I know who you are." The lady suddenly said, her voice was so sweet that it seemed sweet.Just as Sebastian tensed his muscles and raised his vigilance subconsciously, she continued, "The ace of the poker club...they say you are a myth that cannot be defeated, is that true?"

Sebastian laughed immediately, he heard some kind of provocative meaning from this sentence, so the light in his eyes became ambiguous, "Ace... oh no, no, ma'am, even if it is a myth, I will also be impressed by your beauty and grace."

The other party giggled, and most of the men here lost their souls when they heard this sound. Sebastian is a normal man, and he would naturally react, but he is not an ordinary person, at least his expression is still calm and composed .He smiled and said, "Haven't asked for your name, ma'am?"

"People who come here don't need a name. I heard that your code name is Sebastian. You can call me—Bird of Paradise."

Sebastian raised his lips, his beast-like eyes became brighter, and he said in a low voice, "Bird of Paradise... Oh, I'm looking forward to it, you can bring me the happiness like your name—"

……

Late at night, a secluded room in the castle was lit by candlelight.The thin young man was sitting on a chair, quietly beeping, when someone knocked on his door.

"Come in," he said casually.

Someone gently pushed open the door, and a tall and thin young man who was five points similar to him walked in silently. He looked extremely pale, with high cheekbones, black and blue under his eyes, and even his eyes Also very tired.The young man who was originally indifferent saw the person, he was stunned for a while, and then he said in surprise, "What's wrong with you, my brother, you look like a walking ghost—"

"Who is Moriarty?" Cleveland Hawk said in a hoarse voice.

Yako Hawke was silent for a while, then slowly closed the book, his voice became calm.

"I'm surprised you finally found out."

"Who told you the news?—oh don't tell me the answer, let me guess what's the name of your favorite assistant, your crush... Nora, Nora Sharp ,Is it right?"

Cleveland couldn't refute a single word, a single word he said, and he could only maintain an angry silence.

Yake sighed softly, "You are too naive, my brother, let a woman control your thoughts. You are a smart man, a rare genius in the Hawke family in recent years, I want to protect you well , from being deceived by anyone."

"However, in the end I discovered that it was not others who lied to me, but my most trusted brother." Cleveland spoke to others in such a cold tone for the first time, his eyes flickered under the candlelight, but his expression was surprisingly calm .

"Please allow me to correct, Cleveland, even if it's a lie, it's not out of malice." His elder brother tried to explain to him that he cared about this younger brother very much, and he didn't want his dignity as an elder brother to be damaged by a woman. "You like to do experiments, but you also understand that our family is getting less and less attention. If you follow the rules, you can't get the experimental materials you like—"

"You told me they were voluntary!"

"Of course they are voluntary."

"Voluntary because of a coma?" Cleveland's voice became colder. "The irony is that I believe you completely. Look at what I have done...Murder? Am I actually murdering these innocent people?"

"They're not innocent, Cleveland." Yaco frowned. "They're poor, lowly bums. No one cares how they live, or even if they live. I bet more than half the people in London want them." Disappearing from here... is like sweeping up dirty garbage."

"When did poverty become an unforgivable sin?" Cleveland murmured, tears gradually welled up in his eyes, and he couldn't tell whether it was guilt, disappointment or sadness, "I should thank the one you have always looked down upon." Woman, she showed me the ugliest side of the world, the ugliest side of those closest to me... and she also showed me how naive and ignorant Cleveland Hawk was before, so ignorant that it made people laugh .”

Yake's eyes widened in shock, and he stood up suddenly from the chair, "What are you talking about?! You shouldn't accuse me like that, you don't know how much I paid for you—"

"Should I say thank you?" Cleveland twitched his lips, "After you delivered those lives to me with your own hands?"

Yake was silent for a while.

"I'm not going to apologize to you, Cleveland," he said, looking away from his face, "Hawk needs you...the family needs you so much, I'm not going to lie to you again, but you need to continue your Research."

"I refuse." Cleveland remained expressionless. "I am a Hawk, but I also know that the blood from the dead is red."

"What on earth do you want?!" Yake finally couldn't hold back his superficial calm, he almost roared furiously, completely lost the demeanor of a nobleman, and gritted his teeth angrily, "Since you know that you hold Human life, then you can't let anyone find out about it, can you?! Now you come to show me the poor compassion of the Hawk family?! Why didn't you find this out the first time you extended your knife to those people? "

Cleveland closed his eyes and his face became paler. He looked at his brother with a deep and indescribable tiredness in his eyes, "It did come a little late, but it's not too late."

Yako had a bad feeling, "What do you want to do? My brother, you'd better not do something stupid—"

"You're that man's personal doctor, aren't you?" he asked softly.

Yake frowned, "This is not something you need to care about, you just need to do your research well, don't worry about the rest—"

"You provided him with a shady potion, perhaps a drug. He provided you with shelter, to erase the traces of those murders...right, Yako?"

He couldn't refute, so he could only remain silent, and the haze on his face was getting heavier.

"How could you do that, Iaco?" Cleveland murmured in disbelief. "I know Hawke is crazy, a bunch of crazy, and we're going to die sooner or later, and you're making it rot faster—"

"I'm making Hawk look prosperous again! I'm rejuvenating our family!" Yake couldn't help but growl, "You've been protected so well all your life, you don't understand those things, and I! I I was born to witness the growth of a genius. My younger brother, Cleveland Hawke, will shine in the medical field. Hawke's name will appear in history again, and will never be erased! You don't know what I did for How much you have paid, how many ugly things you have done that make me sick—”

Cleveland took two steps back, clenched his teeth and did not speak.

Yake took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.He closed his eyes, and after a few seconds of silence, he opened them again, and there was a dark and decisive undercurrent in the depths of his eyes.

"We need you, so we will never let that woman ruin you." His voice became soft and cold, and for a moment, it was as if the elegance of a nobleman had returned to him, calm, with the same brilliance and decay. And emanating from the depths of his body, "Come on, Cleveland is tired, take him back to his own room, and no one will let him out without my order—"

Cleveland sighed softly and closed his eyes wearily.

However, no one responded to him.

Yake frowned, "Come on—"

He suddenly felt something was wrong, and after a moment of shock, he turned his unbelievable eyes to his brother who had opened his eyes and looked at him.

"You—you actually—"

"I thought we were as close brothers as we were when we were young, we didn't hide anything from each other..." Cleveland murmured, with tears flickering in the corner of his eyes, "I thought we were family, Yaco...but look at now, I became a murderer, and you... you became a Hawke."

"Do you remember how much we hated our parents when we were kids...apathetic, fanatical, like a madman who could go berserk anytime, anywhere...we hid together in a cupboard where no one could find them, spoke ill of them, hated ourselves The blood that runs through my body, the fear that I will become that kind of person when I grow up... and now, all this has come true."

Yako closed his eyes.

"Are you going to destroy our home?" he asked.

"This is no longer our home," Cleveland replied. "This is a cage."

Yake's gaze moved behind him, "For a woman? For her, you betrayed us?"

"It had nothing to do with her," Cleveland said. "That day will come sooner or later, as all Hawks end up with... I betrayed my bottom line, and you betrayed what you believed in."

Yako sighed softly.

"Prevent everything, but in the end you can't guard against the people closest to you."

He raised his hand and said indifferently to those who walked into the room.

"Don't put me in shackles, I'll go by myself, officer."

He raised his head, never looked at Cleveland again, and walked straight out of the room.

"You know you did the right thing, Cleveland," a soft female voice said to him.

He raised his head, stared at the age-old murals on the ceiling, and replied softly, "Maybe."