I have special killing skills

Make sure it's correct. "

"Then this one, the past bad record, zero. Mr. Rogers, this is a bit arbitrary. You must know that John knows to write about the little bad things he did when he was in elementary school. Of course, it is not necessary."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he looked at Charles sitting on his left. The man with blue crystal eyes shrugged. Obviously, he couldn't make sure that what he did was correct.But Charles obviously wanted to speak for the new big man: "But we all know who he is, Sherlock, he is our hero."

Sherlock frowned: "...what?"

Eric, who was sitting on Sherlock's right, raised his eyes, his voice was flat and indifferent: "The man who saved the White House, if you pay attention, he has been promoting him for the past two years."

Sherlock glanced at Steve at this, and then curled his lips: "Well, my head never stores this... information. Now we have a hero. But what is it? You know It was the Germans who wanted to get in, the British were the ones who planned it, and now, our great hero, you are facing one German and two British." And it was Mycroft who planned to sneak into the White House The devil.Sherlock muttered inwardly.

This sentence was not kind, even a little mean, which made Steve even more disturbed.

But Eric obviously turned a blind eye to the kind-hearted Steve's discomfort. He turned over the page of Steve's resume, raised his eyes and asked, "You have eye problems."

"Yes."

"is it serious?"

"It's not serious, sir, I think I can handle the day-to-day work."

"That's not necessarily true." Eric frowned slightly, and there was a trace of dissatisfaction on his indifferent and rigid German face, as if he didn't like Steve's ambiguous answer, "You know, we have to What you are looking for is help, personal help, you may need to accurately capture the figure of a man who is only 1.7 meters tall in a dark bar, and you need to take the man who is only 1.7 meters away from the casino surrounded by bunny girls, if necessary, When a group of killers surround the 1.7-meter man, you have to shoot the killer who is much taller than 1.7 meters with a gun..."

"Hey, Eric, Tony is at least 1.7 meters two." Charles blinked his beautiful blue eyes, and looked at Eric with a half-smile.

Eric stopped talking when he heard the voice, and Charles would always be the best medicine to stop the chatterbox, but Sherlock silently added: "If you take off his height-enhancing insoles, I promise, he will definitely be less than 1.7 meters two."

Then, the room fell into a strange silence, the eyes of the three interviewers focused on Steve at the same time, and this upright and fearless man just now seemed a little frightened, his strong and tall body looked a little gray.

The always empathetic Charles rolled the wheels of his wheelchair so he could sit forward a bit, then smiled and asked, "Steve, I think you heard what we just said, and I want to hear your thoughts. "

Steve looked at Charles, and it was obvious that Charles' gentle smile was so pleasing in contrast to Sherlock and Eric.Steve pursed his lips, and then asked tentatively: "Is it true what Mr. Eric said just now? I thought this was something an ordinary assistant could not do."

Charles was a little helpless, but he still gave an explanation: "I'm sorry, dear Steve, but I think you really have to finish what Eric said just now." If it weren't for Tony Stark being so unreliable No, it is impossible for Natasha to deduct a salary from Mycroft to recruit people.

How closely Mycroft kept his accounts was well known.

But Charles doesn't seem to scare him away, because they have already scared away a lot of people, and Steve is obviously the most reliable of these interviewed people: "Of course, your resume is completely qualified," Eric seemed He had a different opinion, but was forced to swallow his words by a look from Charles, "Steve, you will want this job, the salary is very good, I promise, you will not find a better salary than this in the whole of the United States." More lucrative assistant jobs."

"But I haven't been to bars and casinos." Steve's voice was a little low.

This stunned the three people, and then Sherlock looked at Steve for the first time, from head to toe and from foot to head, as if he didn't understand why there is such a good-looking man with a damn good figure in modern America It will be so... clean and clean.

But Eric heard the subtext: "You have killed people."

Steve nodded, and then said as if he was afraid that some people might misunderstand: "It's all for the highest honor of the country, gentlemen, and some sacrifices can always be made for the benefit of the country."

Then, there is a long silence.

Charles: I didn't expect that there are people in this world who have dedicated everything to the motherland.

Eric: For fallen America?madness.

Sherlock: Huh.

Eventually, Steve passed the interview and got his first job out of the barracks.

"Congratulations, Steve, I think if there are no accidents, you can start working now." Charles smiled, then waved to Eric, and the tall man walked behind Charles to help him push the wheelchair, Several people left the office, and Charles' gentle voice still echoed, "Natasha will come back to pick you up later, oh, that will be your boss, and will tell you what to do. Believe me, Natasha Sha is easy to get along with, and you will have a great time working together."

Eric glanced at Steve: "Natasha will like you."

Steve looked a little uncomfortable, obviously this company was much weirder than he imagined.

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To Steve's surprise, the second woman he meets here—Natasha—is a surprisingly pleasant person.

With delicate curly hair permed, Natasha is not stingy with using professional suits to highlight her good figure.She stepped on high-heeled shoes and walked beside Steve, and said hello to the passing staff, and said: "The people you need to be familiar with in the whole building are concentrated on these three floors. You probably have met the people on the 51st floor. Oh, the doctor didn't come today, he had a fight with the Hulk, and there will always be problems when they share the same body," Fifty Steve obviously looked puzzled, Natasha pointed to the two people who came out of the bathroom, "That's Thor and Loki. Thor seems to be getting along very well, but Loki is very jealous. If you let him see you getting too close to Thor, believe me, you will be in trouble."

"What?" Steve didn't understand.

Natasha glanced at him: "For example, your cup was filled with laxatives, or there were spiders in your folder, or you fell when you went out, or there was super glue on the chair that caused you and your chair to fall apart. Inseparable." As she spoke, Natasha smiled to herself, her lips covered in vermilion lipstick curled up nicely, "I'm not trying to scare you, he's done all these things, and more than that .”

Then, she walked to the elevator, Natasha pressed the upward button, and then continued: "The upstairs is the 52nd floor, where there are mainly finance departments, there are not many people, and Moriarty is mainly in charge of things." , Moran, Cooper, and Sherlock Holmes. That Holmes is the brother of 53 layers of curly hair, a control freak, the kind that makes people crazy, but since your salary is going to be taken from him, you better treat him better But you'd better not touch anyone but him."

Steve heard a familiar name: "Mr. Moriarty is a nice guy, very friendly, I met him when I came in."

Natasha raised her eyebrows and entered the elevator first: "As your boss, what I need to tell you is that he is a liar, he has done bad things that he can't even count, and he also has a man who likes to draw a gun Friends and friends who are always nagging you to sign a simultaneous agreement, don't provoke him, if there is trouble, I will not be responsible for cleaning it up."

Steve was a little unsure, after all his gut told him Moriarty was easy to get along with.But it's clearly in Steve's nature to obey orders, so he nods.

Natasha pressed the button on the 53rd floor, turned to Steve and smiled: "Then, your office area and I are on the 53rd floor, but we can only get a small desk, because the rest of the place..." said Then, the elevator door opened, and all kinds of machinery and blue flashes rushed into Steve's sight. Natasha stretched out her arms in a slightly exaggerated gesture, "Welcome to the Steve Technology Exhibition Hall, dear, You have plenty of time to visit."

☆、59·Office Love

#黑berry姐姐的同人文——Office Romance#

Tony has always maintained a very disapproving attitude towards the assistant Natasha said he found for him.

In fact, not long ago, Natasha also found him an assistant, but there were basically few with pure motives.Some of them came for themselves, some of them came for the freaks in the building, but most of them came for Natasha.It's just that Her Majesty the Queen is really a workaholic, shutting out all adoring eyes, completely cold as ice, which makes the job rotation of the personal assistants entrusted to you remain high.

"Sir, Steve is already on his way, do you need to open the door for him?" The mechanical voice was low and calm, echoing in Tony's ears.

The drowsy Tony who just drank a lot of wine last night and fell down on the bed waving in his ear, as if he wanted to drive away the chattering Jarvis, muttered: "No." He touched the side After touching it, he was sure that it was one or two or three chicks or the chicks had left yesterday, so he turned over happily and continued to sleep.

Jarvis didn't feel Tony's boredom at all, and he still said in a flat voice: "Miss Natasha's message, if the husband doesn't open the door for Steve, she will shoot and destroy me in Stark. The power supply system of the building, which will cause paralysis, and all the smart systems in the home will collapse."

Tony buried his head in the quilt depressed, and rolled himself into a ball in the snow-white soft quilt.At this time, Steve, who was wearing a suit, had already walked to the door of Stark's house.

The collar loosened uncomfortably. For Steve, who was used to wearing military uniforms and civilian clothes, this outfit obviously made him uncomfortable, but it was better than the original one.That body is really small.He reached out and pressed the doorbell, but a mechanical male voice responded, "Hello, Steve."

Steve blinks, looks left and right, and sees a camera overhead nodding at him.Steve smiled kindly, showing his white teeth: "Hi, I'm a staff member who just applied for Stark's company, and now I'm working as Mr. Stark's assistant, and I'm here to pick Mr. Stark to the company. "

"Mr. Stark hasn't woken up yet, I think you can come in and tell him yourself." Obviously, Natasha's threat was more effective, and the door opened in response.

Steve thanked him politely and walked in the door.

Stark's home occupies a large area in an urban area where every inch of land is expensive, and he has no scruples in various ways to promote himself "I am a rich man".A swimming pool with a diving platform in the yard, a row of expensive sports cars, a wine cabinet after entering, and a variety of high-tech products, Steve once again felt as if he had entered an incredible place.

"That's the bedroom." Jarvis' voice sounded again, and at the same time as he moved, the red carpet on the stairs next to the wine cabinet began to shake by itself.

Steve walked up the stairs, turned a corner, and saw a large bed with clothes scattered all over the floor.

Except that there is only one person on the bed, which is strange, the whole scene is very magnificent like drunken sex.

But for Steve, who knew nothing about these things, he obviously didn't think it was unusual.Carefully overcoming various obstacles, Steve walked to the bed and gently pushed the bulge inside the quilt: "Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark? Wake up, it's time to go to work."

And the bulge squirmed a few times, then stopped abruptly, then Tony kicked off the quilt and sat up, stared at Steve with wide eyes, frowned and said, "Who told you to come in."

Steve froze for a moment: "The door opened by itself."

Tony gritted his teeth, apparently very dissatisfied that Jarvis gave in to Natasha now.He covered his lower body tightly all his life: "Go out, I haven't got any clothes on yet."

"But Miss Natasha said, let me watch you leave with my own eyes," Steve looked embarrassed, "she said you would run away."

Tony snorted: "Yes, I will run away, as long as you turn around, I will disappear."

Steve thought for a while: "This is very bad, Mr. Stark, and I will lose my bonus if you are late for work this time." After speaking, he walked to the closet, opened the closet door, and looked inside All kinds of clothes turned to Tony and asked, "Mr. Stark, what color are you going to wear today?"

Tony obviously didn't expect Steve to do this. After all, Steve has a face that is honest and easy to bully, but he has forgotten that often honest and kind people always make everything simple and convenient.

Before he could speak, Steve had already taken out a pair of underwear.Yes, underpants, obviously Mr. Stark, who just woke up, is completely |not|hanging.

This is nothing. Steve, who has spent many years in the military camp, said that he has no pressure.

"It's white, it looks very soft, it's very good." Steve obviously liked its material, he smiled and looked at Tony Stark, and the other's obviously terrified eyes made Steve feel a little bit wrong, "Don't worry, Mr. Stark, you can wear this first and then choose the clothes you like. After all, I don't have a deep research on formal clothes."

Then, Steve, who obviously had a height advantage, stretched out his long arms and directly overturned the snow-white soft quilt.

"Damn it! Steve, get the hell out of here!"

"Mr. Stark, can you wear it yourself? Miss Natasha told me that you can't take care of yourself and you should take good care of it."

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Tony, who put on a flamboyant red suit, sat in the passenger seat, while Steve, who was driving next to him, seemed a little uneasy.

"Need to go to breakfast, sir?" Steve asked.

Tony put on the sunglasses and replied lazily: "No, I was touched by a man just now, and I can't eat anything now."

Steve blushed and fell silent.

But it was obviously not suitable for Tony to be so quiet. He looked at the suit Steve was wearing and raised his eyebrows: "This suit is not bad, your own?"

"No, Miss Natasha took me to buy it." Steve still shuddered when he mentioned the scene of buying clothes. Even though it was a high-end store at that time, Natasha's eyes were fixed Steve, who had changed a total of fifty suits, still felt uncomfortable, "I think they all look alike, but Miss Natasha can always find the difference."

"This is a woman." Tony shrugged, then stretched out his hand and patted Stark's chest, muttering something in his heart, but the eyes covered by the sunglasses saw that Stark's face remained unchanged, and he was not at all disturbed by anyone. Feeling taken advantage of.

This made Tony begin to understand what happened this morning, and he could also understand why Natasha forced him to change clothes. You know, Miss Natasha from Russia has always been simple and rude and lacks patience. There is always a reason for the long delay.

For example, it is obviously a good reason to take the opportunity to see a man with a good body topless| topless.

While waiting for the red light, Tony asked, "What about today's daily schedule? I think Natasha must have something to do in such a hurry to ask me to go back."

"Yes sir, Mr. Malfoy is coming to negotiate today." Flipping over a black notebook, Steve replied.

Tony pointed to the traffic lights, and Steve quickly put down his notebook and stepped on the accelerator.Tony felt that the gang of freaks under him had helped him find someone who was reliable, although it was more... direct, but because his chest was strong enough, Tony could ignore the thing that was just offended .

"Mr. Stark," Steve said at this moment, "Since we've lost some time just now, I think we need to speed up."

Tony curled his lips: "No, I drank alcohol yesterday and my head is still not clear. If I drive too fast, I will feel uncomfortable."

Steve felt a bit embarrassed, but in the next second, Tony put one hand on Steve's thigh and gently patted the button next to the steering wheel.Steve was startled, and subconsciously hugged Tony tightly in his arms, but to his surprise, the car suddenly vibrated, and then slowly suspended in the air.

The upright and kind Steve stared dumbfounded at this old sports car floating up, and then saw the appearance of the whole car slowly changing, and Tony Stark didn't care at all that he was hugged With a full face, he twitched his mouth: "Welcome to drive Laura, I borrowed her from Coulson, my father's product, it is absolutely easy to use." He raised his head and smiled at Steve, "So, my lovely assistant, are you ready for a flight?"

Steve stared blankly at the man lying on his lap, opening and closing his mouth, which made him unable to move at all.

Tony twitched the corner of his mouth, struggled to sit up straight, and then slammed on Steve's foot on the accelerator.Sparks came out of the exhaust pipe, and Laura sped away, surprisingly fast.

"We are speeding, Mr. Stark!" Due to the speed, Steve could only raise his voice to make himself speak smoothly.

Tony was satisfied that Stark hadn't moved his foot from under his own, which made Tony feel much better.He ramped up the accelerator aggressively, as if he wanted to confront Steve, just when Steve was about to speak, Tony turned his head and glanced at him, smiled, and paused every word: " Dear Steve, here I am the law."

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-Comment:

-Harry isn't Harry: Oh and that's it? !What about Malfoy Corporation?

-Platinum Glory: I don't even have a word, stupid Muggle, look what you've done

-I love you potion: Put away your stupidity, Lucius, don't expose what little brains you have left

-Little Jim: Hey, upstairs, don't fight~

- Stark, the hero of the universe: ...Captain America, you actually have the habit of helping people wear underwear|pants [Thriller]

- Captain America: ... =, =

The author has something to say: Due to her big brain, Lianzi decided to put the second half of the episode in the next episode =v= This kind of setting that everyone is a company really makes me like it, meow haha!

☆、60·Dark Attic

Eric looked at Moran, who was silent, with a look of interest on his face.In his opinion, it is absolutely impossible to restore the memory modified by the mutant, but obviously, Moran has remembered everything he forgot.At the moment when the man fell down, the blood was stimulated, he was in pain and struggled, but finally opened the dusty door.

About the battlefield, about spies, about Moriarty.

Eric waved his hand, and an iron chair flew over and landed beside Moran.Moran looked at it, and got up and sat up without any rejection. Even though the wound on his body hurt him, Moran still sat upright.

"It's been at least seven years since I saw you last time, Colonel Moran. I have to say that you are excellent. You can get the position of captain after erasing all traces and entering the UK." Eric looked cold, but the arc of the corner of his mouth was obvious His mood was revealed, "I don't know what disturbed your pace."

Moran obviously didn't want to talk, his blue eyes were still clear and beautiful in the dark.

He didn't remember Eric. In fact, Moran's recovered memory was vague except for Moriarty, who was extremely clear.The days of this German man with an iron will were considered his most glorious days in Germany. The youngest school officer, sworn to defend the will of the country, was willing to sneak into the UK to inquire about intelligence.

If there is no accident, Moran should have successfully accepted the military rank after performing this last mission and dedicated his youth to the country, but the biggest change occurred in the middle.

Moriarty, the English man who came here by himself, he tied Moran with his shameless tricks and sweet lies, Moriarty blocked a bullet for him, and Moran helped him cover There was an explosion, but when he woke up, the black-haired British man had disappeared without a trace, leaving Sebastian Moran without any memory.

He left his motherland, regarded himself as a pure British, worked hard for the British, and even indirectly killed the first and only man he liked in his life.Moran looked at Eric with a calm expression like stagnant water.

Eric didn't like this person's uncooperative attitude very much. He flicked the coin in his hand: "You are a German, but I am a German Jew, so I will never let you go because of the friendship between my fellow countrymen. One life, Colonel Moran, you'd better cooperate, because the only reason I keep you alive is your ability. Of course, I appreciate it."

Moran fell silent again. He had given his loyalty to others countless times, and obviously, many times his choices were not correct.But this time Moran decided to give it a try. What he showed was not loyalty, but life. He wanted to exchange his life for another's, which was fair.

"If I'm with you, can you make sure to kill that man for me?"

Eric didn't know where his persistence came from, but Eric would naturally not refuse something that was already very simple: "Of course, this business is a good deal for me."

Moran pursed his lips. He didn't like being threatened, but obviously, if he wanted to do business with this person smoothly, he had to show his sincerity.Moran didn't think there was anything difficult about his past. He hid the part he didn't want to remember the most, and summed up the past few years in the simplest words: "I was sent to sneak into the British military camp in Afghanistan, and then I was injured and lost my memory. , was recruited by M16 to take care of the mutants."

"Who." Eric frowned slightly.

Moran raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice, "Sherlock Holmes."

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The night on a farm in Australia was peaceful and quiet.

Usually this is the time when Moriarty and Sherlock are playing suspect chase together, but today the living room is reserved for Mrs. Vincent and his guests, and the two young people are sensible enough not to bother.

Moriarty looked at Sherlock who was stuck in his room and was a little unhappy: "Hey, big detective, your me is next door next door."

Sherlock glanced at him and stubbed out the cigarette: "I want to meet the man you brought back."

"Who?" Moriarty played dumb with a pure face.

Sherlock has now proficiently mastered all of Moriarty's micro-expressions, and doesn't like him at all: "Tony Stark, the American named Iron Man you brought back." The voice paused, "Hope you didn't bring back a ticking time bomb."

"Come on, all my time bombs are used to play games with you." After telling a very cold joke, Moriarty stood up, walked to Sherlock and asked with a smile, "You go to him For what? I promise, Mister Stark is on a coma charge right now."

"He won't come here for no reason, and I don't want to cause any trouble to Mrs. Vincent." Sherlock stood up and pushed away Moriarty who was blocking him.

Moriarty wasn't angry, he always shrugged and said, "I never thought you were such a...gentleman."

Sherlock snorted coldly: "I'll take it as you are praising me."

The two climbed to the attic on the top floor, which contained a complete set of power generation equipment.When you open the door, you will be greeted by a dazzling blue light.Moriarty directly raised his hand to cover his eyes and shrank behind Sherlock, but Sherlock just squinted his eyes and subconsciously touched the iron root beside him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move casually." At this time, a voice with a strong American emphasis that I had never heard before came, the blue light disappeared, and in front of the two of them was a man wearing only a vest and trousers, On his chest was a circle of blue light that flickered on and off.He was sitting on the table, the armor was fiddling with the generator, and the man pointed to the window with his thumb and asked, "Hey, do you only use windmills?"

Moriarty poked his head out, holding Sherlock's coat tightly: "Wind energy and solar energy, Mr. Stark, it's night now, and you obviously can't use the latter."

Tony Stark pouted, looking a little dissatisfied, which made Sherlock frown.To him, Tony is an intruder. He used his own things, not only did he not give thanks at all, but he also showed disgust... If he really hated it, he would sleep in the warehouse, where there is a tractor with him.

Apparently the good-tempered little Jim didn't mind Tony's attitude, he walked out from behind Sherlock carefully, looked at Tony and said, "So, are you better now?"

Tony shrugged and pointed to the thing on his chest: "When I fully charge him tomorrow, it should be fine."

"You can leave here for Sydney, where there's enough power to charge that thing." Sherlock clearly didn't welcome him, and didn't try to hide it.

Tony seemed to have just seen Sherlock, he raised his head slightly to look at the man who was much taller than himself, and raised his eyebrows: "Listen to the accent, you are British, and you have your own farm and tractor in Australia? Is this a new form of entertainment for the British?"

Sherlock raised his chin slightly: "Of course our way of entertainment is different from that of Americans."

There seems to be a natural hostile attitude, and there are always irreconcilable contradictions between the Americans and the British.Tony was not at all afraid of Sherlock's malice, with a look of "you show me".

Sherlock's eyes scanned Tony up and down like an eagle, then he bent the corners of his lips and said indifferently: "There is a person downstairs who can make birth potion. If you can afford the price, I think the guy next to him will give birth." A man with a light head would be willing to sell it to you."

"...What?" Tony was obviously not used to the sentences made up of a series of strange words, and Sherlock's speech speed that broke through the sky.

Moriarty walked up to Jarvis quietly, reached out and patted the shoulder of the armor, and greeted with a smile: "Mr. I'll be fine by myself." Then, he pulled Jarvis to sit on the ground, then leaned directly on the arm of the armor, and pointed to the two people who were confronting each other, "Come on, watch a show, the performance of the great detective is not good. Often."

Maybe it's because he hasn't shown off his professional talent in this way for a long time - in Watson's words, it's called showing off - Sherlock's lips moved quickly: "Your vest is made of very soft material, but it's very cheap. I know those in the United States. Rich people, even if they want to be close to the people - ridiculously contrived - but never choose Uniqlo for close-fitting clothes. But the only thing different about this vest is that it is a Christmas gift, of course, Christmas , the print with all the bells on the collar on the back is obvious. There are two months before Christmas, so this is obviously a Christmas gift from last year, and the only person who will give this kind of gift is a lover. Lover? Of course Lover, you can tell by looking at your eyes and lips, a lover who has never had a kissing relationship. As for why it is a man," Sherlock narrowed his eyes, paused, and then said to Tony who stared at him with wide eyes, " I've been researching all things gay since John moved into my house and I can't go wrong."

The voice is low, with the evil and charm of seductive crime in the night, the beautiful voice of Sherlock Holmes.

The room was silent for a while, and it was Moriarty who broke the silence.The black-haired little Jim clapped his hands vigorously, obviously flattering him: "Detective, it's great that your dad's head hasn't rusted yet!"

And Jarvis beside him also turned his face to Tony: "Sir, his speech is too fast and I need time to process it."

And Tony Stark stared at Sherlock for a while, then turned his head to look at Moriarty who was still admiring and asked: "Are you sure this is a human being, not an artificial man who has been tampered with?" Smart?"

☆, 61 Jarvis and the Scarecrow

Regarding Tony's question, Sherlock just stood there indifferently, unwilling to answer, while Jarvis said very dedicatedly: "Sir, this gentleman has obvious vital signs, and the possibility of artificial intelligence can be ruled out. "But Jarvis stopped talking immediately, it needed to digest the quick thrust that made him unable to react.

"I once suspected that he was a robot, but obviously, his head is much stronger than a robot." Moriarty tilted his head and looked at Sherlock with a smile, and nodded in affirmation of his remarks .

Sherlock didn't change his face because of his flattery. If you can hear very different evaluations from this person's mouth every day, you can learn not to be moved by it after a long time.His eyes are a beautiful mixture of blue and green, which always reflect different colors under different lighting conditions. As Watson said in his blog, this cold man has a pair of beautiful eyes that are rare in the world.But at this time, the eyes that Watson praised countless times were shining with a cold light, looking indifferently at Tony Stark in front of him: "If you start now, it only takes four hours..." said Then, his eyes looked at Jarvis, and he curled his lips, "Fly to Sydney with him."

With an exaggerated expression on his face, Moriarty shook Jarvis's arm: "Hey, fly together? That's so romantic."

Tony was not moved by it at all. In fact, the battery he had just charged was far from enough to support his four-hour flight. Otherwise, he would not have been forced to fall into the warehouse with a large pile of grass and a tractor. - and that damn tractor hit him hard - so Tony Stark's only option is to wait here until the next day, and wait for the sun to come out to recharge himself with solar energy.

He jumped off the table, and then without looking at Sherlock, he walked towards Moriah, who was obviously kinder to him: "I'm Tony Stark."

Moriarty patted the dirt on his body and stood up, then directly held Tony's hand: "My name is Jim Moriarty