I have special killing skills

, you can call me Jim. "

"I think I need to seek your help, Mr. Moriarty, of course I will pay my due." Tony knows when to restrain his temper, of course, he is a jerk most of the time, such as just now .

But Moriarty is a very receptive person, or the same people are always easy to communicate with, so Moriarty said with a smile: "Of course, I am happy to help you, guests from the United States, you know Hospitality is the behavior that a gentleman should have." Then, he looked at Jarvis, who had stood up and walked to Tony, and blinked his eyes, "Mr. Stark, I don't think we need the reward, if Can I ask you to let me fly with Jarvis if I can? I think that would be an amazing experience."

Tony turned and patted Jarvis: "I find it more difficult, he is difficult to control."

Moriarty bouncing around hugged Jarvis, then raised his head slightly to look at the armor, smiling until his eyes were filled with half moons: "No, I think Jarvis is a very good person , he will never throw me down."

No he would, I've been thrown out of the sky more than once.

But before Tony could speak, Jarvis nodded slowly and turned his head away.

Under Tony's dumbfounded, Moriarty gave a childlike cheer and hugged Jarvis directly, shouting "I knew Jarvis was a good man!", and then Sherlock smiled coolly: "Dear Mr. Stark, it seems that even your armor can't withstand the honey from Moriarty."

When Tony was thinking about whether his artificial intelligence was implanted with a virus by the short British man in front of him, he saw Moriarty excitedly looking back at Sherlock and shouting: "Hey, Sherlock , Do you want to try it too? This kind of opportunity is so rare, I don’t think Jarvis will mind.” Then he rubbed his face against the neck of the armor.

Sherlock watched indifferently as Moriarty began to brutally take advantage of non-human beings, his voice was still low: "No, our height is not suitable."

In a word, severely hit the other two 1.7-meter club people in the room without mercy.

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The next morning, the rare Moriarty didn't stay in bed, but got up early.

He ran to the end of the corridor and began to knock on the door. When he was about to use his foot, the door was opened, and Sherlock, who was wearing a quilt and a gloomy face, looked at him.Maybe it's because the life after coming to Australia is too comfortable, or because of fighting wits and courage with Moriarty every day, Sherlock's sleep time is very fixed every day, and there are fewer cases of staying up late.

This also made the big detective, who was disturbed to sleep and accompanied by a slight waking up, very unhappy at the moment: "Go away."

Moriarty pouted: "Hey, I don't like your attitude very much. As your roommate, I think we need to come up with a roommate agreement and talk about it!"

Sherlock held the bed sheet with one hand and the doorknob with the other: "Speak, I'll listen."

Moriarty pouted sullenly, Sherlock knew that he had forgotten the damn roommate agreement long ago: "Believe it or not, I will tear off your bed sheet!"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, not paying attention to Moriarty's childlike threat.

However, negative emotions obviously did not affect the positive and cheerful little Jim, but after a moment of depression, he smiled again: "I'm not angry with you, come on, I made an appointment with Jarvis to fly out , are you coming?"

Sherlock looked down at Moriarty, but didn't answer his question, but said, "Rapid mood changes are a precursor to schizophrenia."

"I've always had a split personality and mild depression. If it weren't for you playing with me every day, I would have lost sleep." Moriarty didn't shy away from these damn mental problems, "But, obviously, these fluffy The small problem is not the point. I'm going out to fly, will you come?"

"No." Saying that, Sherlock closed the door mercilessly.

Moriarty touched his nose, almost being photographed just now.But it's very strange that Sherlock, who has always been indifferent to his own affairs, would actually notice his psychological state... Could it be that living together for a long time really has a relationship foundation?Moriarty rubbed his arms, this is really scary, it's better for him and the detective to be enemies, as friends will be tricked sooner or later.

Bouncing downstairs, Moriarty greeted Mrs. Vincent who was busy in the kitchen: "Morning, Mrs. Vincent, the sun is really nice today."

The British always like to talk about the weather, and the good sun in Australia also makes them always have a topic to start with.Mrs. Vincent nodded with a smile, and said: "Yes, it's really a nice weather. Oh, Snape went to look for potion ingredients last night, and he won't be back until later, do you want to ask him Ask about the birth potion?"

It seemed that Mrs. Vincent was so hot that he or Sherlock finally had one, and it seemed that women's love for children, no matter what age, was incomprehensible.

Moriarty smiled and said, "I'll ask when Mr. Snape comes back later. By the way, Sherlock is still in bed. Mrs. Vincent, go find him."

Mrs. Vincent smiled: "He went to bed late yesterday, young people are always sentimental."

Sentimental... This kind of vocabulary is really not suitable for Sherlock Holmes.Moriarty tilted his head with a smile: "It looks like the lovely Mrs. Vincent knows something. Poor little Jim, he doesn't know anything."

Mrs. Vincent waved at Moriarty with a spoon in her hand, "People of the same clan always have a good understanding. You don't have to worry about it, little Jim. By the way, do you want eggs or ham in the morning?"

"I want to eat ham and eggs!"

"Greedy little thing."

Moriarty got the breakfast he wanted, and went out contentedly, ready to have a morning exercise with Jarvis.It looked like Tony was going to recharge his batteries while the sun was shining, and Jarvis was standing next to a scarecrow in the wide pasture.

"What are you looking at?" Moriarty ran to Jarvis.

Jarvis looked at the scarecrow: "There is a device that I am not familiar with, Mr. Moriarty."

"Call me Jim." Moriarty corrected with a pout, then grabbed the scarecrow and pulled it out, then threw it on the ground.He kicked the Scarecrow apart with his soft calfskin shoes, and then he saw a small device hidden inside.

Monitors, Moriarty was familiar with.

"Jim, what you did just now was a little manic, and the heat in your brain increased significantly at that moment." Jarvis' voice was still mechanical and flat.

Moriarty shrugged, bent down to pick up the monitor and put it in the palm of his hand, muttering, "I'm not happy sometimes, Jarvis."

Jarvis nodded. When Tony was unhappy, he would go back to Mr. Steve to get drunk. Human emotions would always get out of control, and he understood very well.

Moriarty squeezed the little metal thing, it was hard.He looked left and right, apparently there was nothing at hand to destroy it.Staring down at his soft and rare leather shoes for a while, he firmly stretched out his hand in front of Jarvis: "Destroy it, this little thing."

Jarvis reached out to take it, put it in the palm of his hand and squeezed it hard, only to hear a dull cracking sound, and when he let go of his hand again, there was only a piece of residue inside.

Moriarty clapped his hands with an admiring expression: "That's amazing, Jarvis, you're awesome!"

Jarvis nodded, with a flat tone: "Thank you for your compliment, Jim."

"By the way, Jarvis, who can be called a member of the same clan?" Little Jim tilted his head, looking eager to ask questions.

And Jarvis did not live up to his expectations. This advanced artificial intelligence is omniscient in all places with a network, and it gave an accurate and easy-to-understand explanation without any pause: "The same family or the same family people of the same rare species are sometimes referred to as kin.”

Moriarty silently thought about what Mrs. Vincent said just now. Obviously, if everyone is human, the "families" she said would be a bit strange. It seems that the two people who live with her have secrets, and their The little secret only Jim doesn't know, poor Jim.

He was silently depressed for a while, then raised his head and said to Jarvis, "Wikipedia is really easy to use."

Jarvis nodded. "Yes."

Machines are always more honest than humans, which made Moriarty feel better. He hugged Jarvis's arm with a smile and said, "Let's stay away from here. I want to see the kangaroos over there. You know kangaroos are always vicious, and I'm afraid I'll get punched if I approach them."

"it is good."

☆、62·Artificial Intelligence

It feels good to be taken by Jarvis to fly, maybe it is the first "test flight" to take care of Moriarty, Jarvis flies very slowly, which also gives Moriarty enough time to watch him before Scenery never seen before.

For example, those bouncing kangaroos, such as the zebras that always hide, such as those two men in black robes... Al, those two people look familiar.

"Jarvis, can you see those two men in black robes?" Moriarty blinked and looked at the fluorescent dialog box in front of him.

Jarvis's voice sounded: "Yes."

Moriarty stopped in mid-air, the propellers on the palms and soles of the feet kept him suspended in the air.Somewhat inexperienced with focusing and zooming in, Moriarty was surprised to find that Jarvis had a pair of surprisingly high-pixel eyes.

He could even clearly see the platinum-blond head called Malfoy clutching the black-haired man's wrist, and... taking advantage of him.

Hey, as British wizards and noble gentlemen, is it really okay for you to play hooligans so openly!

Then Moriarty found himself suddenly darkened, and he was forced to turn a corner and leave the woods.Moriarty was a little unhappy: "I haven't finished watching it yet!"

"Jim, that's not good to watch."

"I'm an adult!"

"..."

"Jarvis, you must not talk! Don't tell me you don't know!"

"I know, but it still doesn't fit."

Moriarty angrily landed next to a kangaroo lying on the ground and fell asleep, knelt down and poked the kangaroo's face with his hands, and then pawed at the kangaroo's front paws. It took a long time to feel relieved.However, he still maintained an unhappy expression, muttering: "Jarvis, I am very unhappy, you make me unhappy."

"I'm sorry." Jarvis apologized in no uncertain terms.

Perhaps it was because the other party was an artificial intelligence. Moriarty didn't need to speculate on the meaning behind it, because Jarvis would not lie to him. This metal armor had a cleaner heart than anyone else.

"Jarvis, you're really nice, do you want to elope with me?" Moriarty pouted a little coquettishly, obviously very reluctant to return Jarvis to Tony Stark.

But it is clear that Jarvis has absolute loyalty: "No, Tom, I belong to sir."

Moriarty snorted: "Why do I feel that when you say 'Sir', your voice is soft."

Jarvis didn't answer, his procedure remained calm and unflappable.

Not managing the two wizards in the woods, anyway, I can see them later, Moriarty and Jarvis started to fly to the farm, and on the way Moriarty started to have nothing to say: "Jarvis, Have you been with Mister Stark since birth?"

"Sir created me," Jarvis replied.

Moriarty smiled and wentssip: "I guess you must like Mr. Stark very much." Before Jarvis could answer, Moriarty said to himself, "Of course I like it, why don't he And I won't create you, a person who provokes Sherlock...God, I can probably imagine what he looks like in normal times."

Jarvis's voice was still faint: "I have not been entered into the program I like, Jim."

Moriarty blinked, he could already see the manor.He sped up, sprinted forward, and landed joyfully on the ground, only to roll on the ground—that's the price of the impulse—and out of Jarvis, Moriarty rubbed his head , This time the fall was a bit violent, and little Jim needed to sit on the grass to relax.Jarvis had recovered and stood there, looking down at Little Jim.

Moriarty looked up at him, and then continued his topic: "What if you could feel the process of liking? Like, one day you suddenly found out that you liked someone? Wouldn't that be as romantic as a movie, oh, Will."

Jarvis bent down, pulled Moriarty up, and replied, "Only a virus, Jim, but very unlikely."

Moriarty tilted his head: "If you have a virus, then you learn to like it? Hey, then you're more of a human being."

Jarvis's voice paused, and just when Moriarty thought he would not answer this question, the flat and metallic voice sounded again: "Once I sense a virus invasion, I will perform a self-destruct procedure, The most important premise of everything is to ensure the safety of Mr.

Moriarty laughed, and stretched out his arms to hug Jarvis's cold body, his eyes sparkled with interest: "You are really a good robot."

Jarvis wrapped his arms around Moriarty's waist, ensuring that he wouldn't fall over, and then added indifferently, "I'm an artificial intelligence."

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When he brought Jarvis into the room, Sherlock had already sat at the table and started reading the newspaper, but obviously his eyes were not focused on the newspaper.When he saw Jarvis and Moriarty enter, he pointed upstairs: "Stark is upstairs, he seems to be looking for you."

"Thank you, Mr. Holmes." Jarvis nodded and walked up the stairs. The heavy armor could land silently. Obviously, Jarvis was more gentlemanly than his master.

Sherlock frowned and looked at Jarvis's back, then looked at Moriarty: "Did you tell him about me? I thought I didn't introduce myself."

"Why should I tell Jarvis about you? It's not good for me." Moriarty sat on the sofa opposite Sherlock, crossed his legs and picked up the black tea in front of Sherlock, but Sherlock directly clapped hands.Shrugging, Moriarty nonchalantly picked up an apple from the fruit plate and gnawed it.

Sherlock had a sneer on his face, and his chin slightly raised: "I saw what you guys did outside just now, hug, obviously you and that robot have established a good personal relationship, although I don't like that golden guy who lives with you Man with hair, but you're now looking for a robot half a world away in Australia, which is inappropriate."

"It's artificial intelligence, and Jarvis doesn't have a favorite program," Moriarty corrected with a serious face, while speaking, he took another bite of the apple and lifted his chin after Kaba Kaba ate it, "Hmph, Stupid earthlings."

Sherlock glanced at him. "I thought you'd put something in his program for fun, like a virus."

Moriarty blinked, suddenly became interested, his eyes sparkled: "Hey, Sherlock, this is really a good idea, I think I can try it, it must be very interesting."

Sherlock glanced at him, okay, this man is really schizophrenic enough to attack robots.

While they were talking, the door was opened again, and two wizard gentlemen walked in.

Mrs. Vincent, who was busy in the kitchen, obviously didn't have time to greet them, but Moriarty stood up happily and walked over to say hello: "Good morning, Mr. Wizards, did you enjoy your walk in the morning?"

Snape gave a "tsk", although he always had a dark face, but Moriarty preferred that this man was using facial paralysis to cover up his emotions, such as the current one, resentment.And Malfoy beside him was obviously full of ambitions, yes, it was a beautiful thing to have Severus by his side in this not noble and gorgeous land.

Rarely, Malfoy responded to the question of the cute-looking Muggle in front of him: "Good morning, Mr. Moriarty, Australia is a very nice place, he always has a good atmosphere anytime, anywhere, praise Merlin .”

Moriarty noticed that this Mr. Malfoy was not only arrogant but also fond of arias when he spoke.Hey, this sounds exhausting, okay?Moriarty pouted and turned his eyes to Snape.He remembered that Mrs. Vincent said that this person went out to step on the potion. Although Moriarty didn't know much about Mo Yao, it was obviously miraculous to have something as heaven-defying as the "birth potion".Moriarty looked at Snape's bulging pockets and said with a smile, "It seems that Mr. Snape has gained a lot."

Although Snape had a poisonous mouth, he was still polite to people he was not familiar with. As a Slytherin, he knew how to treat people: "Very good, I found a circle where people There are many lovely herbs."

Mr. Malfoy felt shocked that his lover used such a good word to describe the potion as "cute", but he could only get the description of "stuffed with achnatherum and slugs".

Moriarty thought of something, looked back at Sherlock and said, "I think the two gentlemen seem to have a dispute, don't they?"

Sherlock looked up, glanced at them, and said, "Of course, the name of the unborn child is obvious."

Moriarty blinked his eyes and smiled, while the two wizards were obviously a little surprised. In fact, this matter was kept secret even in the Malfoy family. Even the little dragon and the silly savior—Snape's name— Without knowing it, Malfoy was able to respond to the curly-haired and long-faced Muggle's words by frowning in front of Snape and asking, "How do you know?"

Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth, put the newspaper aside, stood up and said, "It's very simple, look at you..."

"Oh, Mr. Snape, so you have a baby!" Moriarty's scream suddenly interrupted Sherlock's reasoning, and made the two of them focus on Moriarty again.

It feels bad to be forced to swallow the words halfway, Sherlock frowned: "I mean, their shoulders..."

"Have you seen whether it's a boy or a girl?" Moriarty walked to Snape with a smile, with a sincere expression on his face, "If you want, I can help you find a good doctor, believe me, although he once Killed people with a chainsaw, but no one knows the structure of the human body better than him."

"Their arms can also tell about them..."

"Of course, wizards are different from us and don't need a doctor. Maybe you are willing to sit down? I think Mrs. Vincent needs such good news very much. Come, sit down first, and all pregnant people need to be treated first."

Sherlock sat back in the armchair sullenly, with an unhappy face, like a child.Moriarty, on the other hand, was clearly content. For him, he was happy as long as the detective was unhappy. This was the source of Moriarty's fun, whether in London or Australia.

And Tony Stark, who was standing on the stairs and witnessed everything, looked at Jarvis beside him with twitching eyes: "That's the nice Jim you said? I wonder why he thinks he's so... annoying .”

Jarvis glanced at Tony, and his voice was flat and calm: "I think you are very similar, sir."

"...Are you complaining about me?"

"No, sir."

☆、63·Wonderful potion

The constant interruptions caused Sherlock to spend the morning moping, upstairs, to study his 210 six native Australian plants.Moriarty, on the other hand, showed great interest, completely devoting himself to the grand scheme of studying Mr. Snape's stomach.

It's obviously a tough project, but Little Jim has always been a great example of how to rise to the challenge.

Moriarty always had his own special set of tricks, and he didn't care about the small wooden stick in the dragon skin bag hanging from Snape's waist, and he unscrupulously sold all kinds of strange things he knew to Snape. Strange knowledge about pregnant women's health care, and knows how to use Mrs. Vincent as a shield——Since seeing that Snape not only respects Mrs. Vincent, but also has some strange awe, Moriarty has Take advantage of this very well.

From Snape's anger at the beginning to his ignorance later, Moriarty indirectly let Moriarty start to draw closer, and the whole process took less than two hours.Of course, this also directly led to the merciless spraying of Severus brand venom on Moriarty's head.

"Please take your claws off my cauldron." Snape looked at Moriarty beside him with a gloomy face. If it wasn't because he was not suitable for using magic now, he might have escaped from the wand directly.

Moriarty was obviously dissatisfied with his hands being described as claws. He pouted and turned his hands over and over again, then looked at Snape's hands, and admitted in frustration that the man's fingers were long and slender. , maybe it looks a little pale because of long-term treatment of potions, but it looks very powerful, better than Moriarty's fleshy little claws, not at 01:30.

However, this little blow obviously won't stop Moriarty from his thoughts. Consulting criminals is obviously very interested in the crucible that Snape can make the fertility potion. He asked with a smile: "Mr. Snape, May I ask you about potions?"

"No." Snape replied indifferently while peeling off the twisted potion in his hand.

"Is it really not possible? Oh my God, they look so cute, I think it must be a supreme enjoyment when brewing potions." Moriarty rested his chin and stared at the table The silver cauldron on the table, the mouth that can spit out honey at any time, is not stingy with his praise.

Snape's hands paused, and when he raised his head again, there was a slight looseness in his eyes.In fact, as a potion master, Snape's love of life is his lovely potion, even Lucius has to stand aside.Or, in the Malfoy family, the top of the list is the many cauldrons in the basement - oh those cuties are so beautiful - followed by the many books on the dark arts, followed by the lovely Draco who guards the potions for him The unicorn in the garden, the less obnoxious savior, and finally, the glowing-headed Lucius.

Of course, this ranking Snape just thought about it casually, and never mentioned it, otherwise the narrow-minded nobleman might directly overturn his lovely cauldron and potion.

But it is precisely because of this importance that Snape has a good impression of all the little trolls who have desecrated his potions—specifically Gryffindor—and for all those who love potions, Snape will With some kindness.

He looked at Moriarty and found that the man was still staring at his cauldron without blinking. Snape frowned, then thought for a while, and said, "You don't have magical powers, and I don't think so. Your head full of achnatherum can understand the subtlety of potions."

Moriarty blinked. "Potions need magic power?"

"It needs a stable output of magic power," Snape seemed to think of the green eyes that always destroyed the crucible, and there was a hint of disgust on his face, "There are always some little trolls who output magic power stupidly and never pay attention to it." Points, causing those destroyed potions to be locked in their stupid heads."

Moriarty withdrew his eyes from the cauldron, looked at Snape, and suddenly laughed, Moriarty's own innocence: "Has anyone ever said you have a nice voice?"

Responding to him were Snape's eyes narrowed sharply, and the twisted potion in his hand that hurt from being clenched.

Moriarty shrugged his shoulders. Obviously, this way of striking up a conversation was counterproductive, but he can change it to another method: "But I really think these are very interesting, but it's nothing if I can't learn it. I can't understand a dream. It’s also good to be proficient in a subject that is charming enough,” Moriarty said with a smile, “It’s like physics, although the way I came into contact with him is also subtle, but it’s undeniably full of charm.”

Snape didn't understand physics, so he refocused on the potion in his hand.

Moriarty squatted on the ground watching him handle the potion ingredients, and suddenly said: "I think you hurt them, look," Moriarty pointed to the little guy who was still twisting and twisting, " The poor little girl is crying."

Snape frowned, even though he had been describing the potion in terms that describe people, it didn't mean he really had to put himself in the shoes of the potion.

Before he could react, Moriarty stretched out his hand and gently touched the leaf of the herb.And Moriarty's hand was not as good-looking as Snape's, but his movements were gentle enough, which made the terrified herb slowly calm down, and the leaves gently clung to Moriarty, appearing very obedient .

"You see, we need tenderness." Moriarty looked happy with a childlike look in his brown-black eyes.

Snape looked at him, pursed his thin lips slightly, and said suddenly, "You're a Muggle, it's a pity."

Moriarty shrugged: "But I will be omnipotent in the end, yes, that's what I am."

Snape turned his head with a black line on his face, resenting himself for being deceived in this way, muttering: "Muggles whose brains have been corroded by venom", but did not refuse Moriarty's hand stroking the herbs .

It's progress, isn't it?Moriarty thought with a smile.

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After processing the potion ingredients, Snape was obviously very happy, although it was not obvious from his face.

He sat on the sofa and drank black tea, while Moriarty was sitting opposite him, his eyes fixed on his stomach, his unblinking appearance was a bit scary.

"Take your eyes off me, Mr. Moriarty, that's very impolite." Snape put down the cup of black tea, his voice low and magnetic.

Moriarty smiled and raised his head. What he said was correct. This man's voice is really nice, which is different from Sherlock's.It's great that I was born in the UK, I can always meet nice men who make people want to pick out their throats~

"Can Mr. Snape feel whether it's a boy or a girl?" Moriarty held his chin, he felt that Snape seemed to be quite resistant to this posture, and he guessed that this person was a teacher.

Snape's expression remained unchanged: "Boy, no doubt." Because the crystallization of the fertility potion can only be a boy.

Moriarty nodded, looking a little curious: "Then is he and Mr. Malfoy's surname or yours? I thought you should have reached a consensus."

"Look at the hair." Snape obviously didn't like the topic very much, so he used few words.

Moriarty looked at Snape's black hair, then at Malfoy's long platinum hair over there, who was chatting happily with Tony Stark, and felt that this idea was very plausible.

Although he felt that the genetics of that Mr. Malfoy must be extremely powerful.

"Can I ask a question?" Moriarty tilted his head. "Do you think Sherlock—the guy with the long face—is a wizard?"

Snape looked over and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Obviously not, he..." Suddenly, the voice stopped, the expression on Snape's face changed slightly, and then Moriarty noticed sharply that his eyes had turned dark , there was no light at all, and the expression became stiff. If other people who knew magic saw it, they would definitely be able to see that this was the reaction after Occlumency surgery.

Moriarty was not willing to let go of the question: "What is he?"

Snape looked at Moriarty, twitching the corners of his mouth: "I don't think a gentleman should ask about this, Mr. Moriarty, and also, get your paws off my teacup."

Mrs. Vincent hadn't come back yet, and there were only five men and an artificial intelligence in the room.Although Moriarty was able to talk to Snape, it was obvious that the question just brought the relationship between the two back to the original point.Moriarty didn't force it, and politely poured Snape a cup of tea, then ran to Jarvis, sat down, and hugged Jarvis's arm tightly: "I'm so tired."

"The action you just made prevented the blood circulation in the legs." Jarvis's voice was mechanical and flat.

Moriarty thumped his thigh and looked forward: "When did Mr. Stark and that wizard become so familiar?"

"They're discussing financial issues, and it's not convenient for me to disclose commercial secrets." Jarvis's answer was as rigid as ever.

Moriarty pouted: "The topic of rich people and rich people is always money, hum." He shook Jarvis's arm unwillingly, and then thought about how much savings he had, and then frustrated It seems that there are not many, "I want to make money, tell me, if I teach mathematics honestly, can I be as rich as Mr. Stark?"

Jarvis shook his head honestly, and Moriarty could clearly hear the sound of metal clinking as he moved.

Moriarty stretched out his hand and helped Jarvis move his head. After making sure there was no problem, he pouted and said, "It should be that there is not enough lubricating oil. Does it work?"

"……better not."

☆、64 Unicorn

Just when Moriarty was debating whether to secretly pour some lubricant into Jarvis, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Usually it was Mrs. Vincent who came back at this time, and Mrs. Vincent would not knock on the door. Moriarty looked around, then stood up and walked to the gate.There was a pistol pinned to his waist, and he reached out to touch it, which Jarvis really saw in his eyes.

Jarvis also stood up, and Tony, who was not far away from him, stopped to discuss the joint development with Malfoy, looked back at Jarvis, and asked, "What happened?"

"Jim may be in danger." Jarvis' eyes could clearly scan what was pinned to Moriarty's waist, and he raised his arm almost subconsciously.

Tony knew that Jarvis never told a lie, so he also stood up and walked over to Jarvis, wrapping himself in layers of armor.Lucius Malfoy raised his eyebrows slightly: "This is Muggle technology? It looks very interesting. I wonder if Mr. Stark would like me to use magic to test his sturdiness?"

"It's best not to, it's very troublesome to repair." Tony's chest flashed, and he looked at Malfoy and said.

At this time, Moriarty also opened the door, and standing outside the door was a person he knew very well.

anthea, that