[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

Looking at Sherlock's text message, Joyce's head is now full of question marks.

Facts have proved that no matter how high your IQ is, and how much you can clean up the mess, if you want to bring your roommate to the sky and don't want to be taken over by others, then you have to find a big brother who can come to you anytime. Dude will be your backup.After all, no matter how high the IQ is, it will wither in the face of absolute force. Sherlock is not afraid of any puzzles Moriarty gives him, and he is not afraid of fighting for his life.But if the old enemy gets close to Hydra's thigh and wants to kill himself wholeheartedly, then don't blame him for bringing out a big Buddha. Let's play against each other and see who kills the other first.

And being lucky enough to be chosen as free labor by the Big Detective, Joyce doesn't know what's going on.He clearly saw that this person was looking for death at noon today, so if he couldn't think about it, he would fasten a rope and descend more than ten floors.Why did something happen in the blink of an eye, and it seemed like he was about to kill himself?

Are there such powerful underground forces here?

Living in New York, which has experienced high-end alien demolition all year round, he doesn't like Moriarty at all, and he is very confused by the former Hydra killer of his local London gang.

But soon, the mysterious man next to him glanced at his mobile phone familiarly, and gave him a reasonable answer: "I seem to be familiar with this address, and it is probably Hydra's connection with a partner." place."

Then this is it.

Nodding his head, Joyce suddenly realized, but never had the slightest doubt.After all, for a person who claims that his mind is full of [-] methods of braised hi paws besides looking for one hundred and eight moves, it is too easy to recognize the coordinates. If this faceless man is really as friendly as he claims The Hydra is irreconcilable, and the familiar place must have something to do with Hi Claw.

And in the next step, when the man told them that there was a tunnel in this stronghold that could lead directly there, Joyce was even more convinced that this was a living high claw cleaning machine.

"Why do you feel this place so well?"

Watching Joyce and the faceless man break open the entrance of the secret passage hidden under a pile of potatoes, one after another, they jumped down like dumplings, and Deadpool landed on the rough ground with them. Asked: "Is there any normal person interested in going to the octopus kitchen?"

"I just discovered it by accident."

I thought it was as if I had a hobby of digging through potato piles, and who knows why the Hydra in London has such a strange style of painting and built the entrance in the kitchen.The faceless man twitched the corners of his mouth under the mask. He didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but seeing Joyce also cast a curious look over him, he could only respect him reluctantly.

"I sneaked in once earlier, and I happened to find that someone from them went down through that entrance." He led the way in front, and said: "Then I just caught someone at night and asked them, and I didn't have to do anything. Recruited."

With such a poor psychological quality, this year's Hi Claw is really not good.

It was easy to hear what he meant, and Joyce, who had already seen what kind of blindness his old club could become, nodded and agreed with him on his own will.

In fact, the tunnel buried by potatoes is not very long.This is not to say that London is so small that you can walk across most of the city within a few steps.Instead, in order to save trouble and effort, Hi Claw seamlessly connected it with the subway tunnel, and posted road signs at every corner, turning left to right is unambiguous, and if you are tired, you can also hitch a ride , It is simply a pure and unpretentious stream of high paws all over the world.

Is this place in England really so magical?

Passing by a corner where the cute Q version of the Hydra mark was painted, the three of them thought the same in their hearts.And with the help of the night train, after more than ten minutes, they had arrived at the positioning location sent by Sherlock. They were not blushing or out of breath, and they didn't look like they had just crossed half of London. It was unbelievably fast to come back from a walk after going to dinner.

Just, it seems a little too fast...

Standing under the dim streetlights, Sherlock and Watson, who just got off the bus from the other side, looked at each other.Several people had question marks all over their heads, their faces were confused, and there was a vague embarrassment in the air.Compared with the other four who had passed the script in advance, it was obvious that only the honest Dr. Watson was really surprised that they could meet by chance.

"Aren't you going to die?" Joyce was silent for a while, and after watching for a long time, he didn't feel that Sherlock seemed to be dying: "You still told me to 'come quickly'."

... Then I didn't let you crash into this.

It's rare to feel dumbfounded.The big detective recalled the time when he sent the text message. According to the speed of normal people, it should arrive just when they were face to face with Moriarty. This pushed the whole story to its climax. He suddenly understood that his old enemy has been What is the reason for the face hurting.

Sherlock Holmes's brain can understand mortals, and people who are slightly more than mortals, and happily interpret them.Just like supercomputers always need to perform some challenging calculations in order to ensure efficiency and progress.

But these people are no longer the level of 'difficulty' that can be summed up.

That is simply a group of dead virus.

"You came too fast." Silently moved his eyes away, Sherlock moved his lips with difficulty: "I haven't had time to 'die' yet."

And Joyce: "..."

Is it my fault?

However, now that they are all here, Sherlock will not send them all back to run again.Explained to a few people the reasons why he was here. The general meaning is that he found something strange when investigating the case at noon. It was obvious that Moriarty had set him up again, and then he found this place by following the vine. , 30.00% of the possibility that the other party will wait to see his jokes in this place, and 70.00% of the possibility that the other party will wait to see his jokes with his partner with nine heads.So he brought his brave and fearless roommate to the door by himself, ready to see which of them had a harder life, and who would die first.

"So you're so sure that I can save you?" Looking suspiciously at the spooky manor in front of him, Joyce was once again dazzled by the unique aesthetics of his old club: "When the few of us have to deal with a room full of hello in the case of?"

"Can't you?" Glancing at him, the detective asked precisely.

Of course he can.

Joyce shrugged.What's more, Wade and the mysterious man who bloodbathed the entire stronghold and fought more viciously than himself came together. Let alone a room full of hydra, even the entire British Hydra is filled here, and they can also Get away with Sherlock and Watson.

So, several people discussed it and hit it off.The Baker Street duo went in from the main entrance to taunt Professor Mo, the mysterious man took Barret to ambush on any tree outside, while Joyce and Deadpool sneaked in from other places to find out the situation inside, and then The inside should be combined with the outside, and this broken place will be brought to an end.

"I'll keep an eye on your movements."

Promising to the big detective like this, the faceless man picked a suitable tree in the manor and climbed up nimbly.Although he was carrying a gun and a lot of invisible equipment, he was still as light as a swallow, and quickly disappeared among the dense tree crowns.

"If you're about to die, remember to yell out loud." He also looked around, found a window that looked pleasing to the eye, and prepared to climb in.Before leaving, Joyce said to Watson, who seemed to be more reliable at this time: "Don't let him text me again, I will mute when sneaking."

Under the white eyes of his roommate, the former military doctor nodded seriously.Then he looked at the dark main hall where he didn't know what ghosts and monsters were hiding in front of him, and suddenly wanted to light a candle for that Mr. Moriarty.

……

Basically, although the result of the negotiation is to sneak inside the building, until Sherlock and the others meet the Boss, they will come out and smash the opponent's dog's head.But Joyce knew very well that maybe the real situation would be reversed. With Wade's luck of being bitten by a dog dragging his legs, the two of them might be discovered earlier.

"I don't like it when you say that, Harney."

Stepping on the drainpipe to climb to the second floor, Deadpool turned his head when he heard the words, and complained to the other party with his most resentful eyes: "Every time we are unlucky, don't you stay together, don't you have any ideas?"

"What idea?" Joyce raised an eyebrow.

"For example, the person who attracts bad luck is actually you."

"..."

If you throw the pot away, you will not be able to level up, will you?Staring hard at his roommate who was lying on the wall like a gecko, Joyce sneered, "It's as if I'm the one who's going to take the subway."

"But you were the one who said you were going to Baker Street?" Deadpool confronted, "Then we were almost killed by a bullet together, you forgot?"

...it seems to be the same.

I was speechless by the iron-like evidence.Joyce was silent for a while, and he and his roommate glared at each other, as if whoever had bigger eyes would win.But soon, the two realized that this was too stupid, so they decided to speak with the facts at the same time. They sneaked in separately, and whoever was discovered first would be more unlucky, and went back to clean up for a month. It was fair and just, and no one would be dissatisfied.

Finally, giving Deadpool the middle finger, Joyce walked under the next window and decided to go in here himself.And three times, five times and two times, he climbed to the predetermined position in the blink of an eye, and made a gesture with Wade, asking the two to prepare to act together.

Deadpool has no problem with that.

He stretched out three fingers first, then two, then one.Finally, after clenching their hands into fists, the two of them pulled away the rotten wooden window edge in front of them at the same time, and rushed in like lightning. The whole set of movements was swift but silent. in the room.

But lucky people are all alike, and unlucky people are unhappy in their own way.

The moment he landed, he felt that there were other people in the room. Joyce instinctively slid two small knives out of his sleeves, and threw them in the direction of the breath without even looking at them.The sharp blade directly plunged into the throats of the two people who hadn't reacted yet, and fell to the ground with a 'slap', kicking up dust all over the sky.

"..."

what happened?

Was it really me who was unlucky?

Unexpectedly, he would run into an ambush agent Hipaw just by picking a random place. Joyce stared at the octopus embroidered on the clothes of the two of them, feeling a twinge of angina.

However, when he heard the grunting and chirping sounds of fighting from the room next door to Deadpool, which was even louder than his own, he strangely found a trace of psychological balance.After thinking about it, he stuffed the poor ghosts on the ground one by one into the closet, then closed the door heavily, and blocked it tightly with tables, chairs and benches, pretending that he had never met his old club before, with a calm face.

It's a perfect example of extermination.