[Comprehensive British and American] When the "real" Wes met Jarvis

"The other party is obviously very skilled in this kind of operation."

Tony stood beside Mycroft with his arms folded. After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at his old classmate, raised his eyebrows, "Of course, I think you should be able to see more."

"He's obviously very confident about his computer skills," Mycroft didn't turn his head to meet Tony's gaze, he just stared at the big screen embedded in the wall, the words he said didn't seem to require thinking, but It is so easy because of his instinct, "Male, very young, has undergone some training, but his personality is not dull, although he is patient, he is not the kind of guy who can stand still for hours or even days to snipe .”

"Clap clap clap."

Tony raised his hand and clapped his hands. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Jarvis' voice suddenly interrupted him.

"Here he is, sir."

The picture on the screen flashed suddenly, turning into a dark background, and then a light point suddenly appeared on it, and soon there was another light point, they seemed to be chasing, where they passed, Red gradually spread.

"Is this your trick?" Mycroft looked at Tony, speaking in a calm tone, as if he already knew the answer when he asked this question.

"I'll be surprised if you tell me you didn't guess it, Mycroft." Tony reached out and tapped the screen. After teasing his old classmates, his expression quickly became a little serious .

"As you said, he is very confident in his level, and—" Tony was a little surprised when he said this, "—to be honest, after I tested your subordinates, I've always felt that they need to re-learn at their level, but it seems that this little mouse does have some skills."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, and said slowly, "Don't think I can't hear you talking about me," he raised the black umbrella in his right hand, pointed at the screen with the umbrella handle, and lifted his chin slightly, "It looks like your butler is evenly matched?"

"Because this is just a part of Jarvis, he is being upgraded, but I will catch him." Tony snorted, took a few steps forward, sat in front of a computer, and quickly entered the state.

Soon, a third dot of light appeared on the screen, which surrounded the one representing Jarvis.

All eyes were on it, and time passed by, until Tony's voice broke the quiet atmosphere.

"Caught it! No. XX, XX Street, XX District."

All the pictures on the screen went dark, Tony stood up, speaking very fast and authentically, "But he stole the information of someone I don't know, your people must catch him before that, otherwise he will give His companions delivered word to shoot the unknown wretch."

the other side.

"Huh," the young man stopped typing on the keyboard, he seemed to have noticed something, entered a few commands, and after quickly browsing some lines of code, he clicked his tongue, "It seems that he has found some foreign aid, But it finally makes sense.”

This time, Zhen Weisi did not use his ability, but just used a computer to remotely intrude, so he was not so surprised that he was caught. Various thoughts flashed through his brain, and soon, he did made a decision.

He sent the location of the last target object to Bucky. After all, he sent a small program, which can help Bucky simply update the address of the mission target. Although it is a little risky, Zhen Weisi believes that Bucky base can be completed.

After all, after so many missions, it was enough for him to trust Bucky.

As for him—

Zhen Weisi's eyes turned around, and then landed on a stack of papers, the corners of his lips curled up to reveal a somewhat sly smile, and his pair of green eyes were shining, like a naughty cat.

"boom--"

About 10 minutes later, the door of this room was violently kicked open, and a group of people wearing body armor and guns in their hands broke in, but found that the room was empty.

"He should know that he was discovered," Mycroft listened to the news from his subordinates over the headset, and after contemplating for a few seconds, he said slowly, "Look at the things in the room, I think he must have What's left."

"So sure?"

Knowing that they didn't catch that guy, Tony didn't feel annoyed. After all, he had already done what McCoff needed him to do. He leaned against the table and said lazily, "What will he leave behind, um ?”

"ridicule."

Mycroft uttered the word in a tone of calm but certainty.

And there was indeed a note found there, with a greeting written on it, which was very written, but it was obviously mocking them for coming too late and giving him time to escape.

The fact that the guess was verified did not make McCoff feel happy. He clenched the handle of the umbrella, his brows were slightly frowned because of thinking, "I think, maybe I will receive another news about the shooting in the near future." He looked at his subordinates standing not far behind him, "Let them mobilize the surveillance video in that area."

The instructions were quickly issued one by one. Although the speed at which Mycroft browsed the videos was not fast, it was not slow, and he seemed to have discovered the key point when everyone was still at a loss. Soon a few more strange orders were issued, at least very strange to Tony.

"Does this help you find those two people?" Tony asked.

Mycroft walked out of the room. With his walking pace, the tip of the black umbrella would occasionally touch the ground lightly. Can't ignore his aura.

"For me, it helps."

Mycroft stopped in his tracks, turned his head and said to Tony, his tone sounded casual, but it made Tony a little uncomfortable, he said, "You still look so arrogant, Mycroft," he curled his lips, "Just like your younger brother, equally arrogant and annoying."

"In the eyes of others, so do you, Tony." Mycroft chuckled.

About three hours later, Mycroft received not only the findings from his subordinates, but also a message that he had been shot dead.

Exactly as he said before.

He flipped through the printed information, pursed his lips, and his brain was running fast, trying to piece together a face.

Tony stayed on the side boredly, playing with his mobile phone in his hand, and occasionally fell on Mycroft, until he realized that there was something wrong with the other's expression, and he unconsciously stood up straight.

"What's the matter?" Tony rarely saw such a subtle expression on Mycroft's face, usually only when dealing with his brother's affairs.

Mycroft didn't answer, he put aside the black umbrella that he had been holding all the time, walked to the table with his brows tightly frowned, picked up a pen beside him and quickly drew something on the sketch paper.

Tony stepped forward, and didn't notice what his old classmate was drawing at first, until the outline on the paper gradually became clear, his eyes widened slightly.

The drawing on the paper is obviously a person's head, but there is only a general outline, and there are only a few strokes for the eyes, but the feeling of agility is overwhelming. In addition, this head is missing a nose and a mouth.

This is the image that Mycroft sketched based on those materials. In fact, it is not complete, but because he felt a little familiar from it, he drew it so quickly.

And Tony looked at those eyes, and there was a sense of familiarity, a person whose name was so short that he would blurt out.

Mycroft put down his pen and stared at the head with Tony beside him until the two voices overlapped——

"Jen Weiss."

"Jen Weiss."

Two people with the same high IQ looked at each other at this moment, and both were surprised at the other's name.

And at this time, Zhen Weisi, who was being followed by these two people, was fleeing.

The vigilance in the vicinity has obviously become stricter. Zhen Weisi knows that once Bucky succeeds, the only one who can catch such traces must be more careful to hide. If he is caught, it is probably Bucky who will go to prison Visited him.

This is not fun, Zhen Weisi shrugged, naturally avoided the sight of a policeman, and turned into an alley.

This is a very remote and narrow alley, the light is dim, and the corners appear frequently. If an unfamiliar person walks in, I am afraid that he will get lost soon. Unfortunately, it will not take a minute, Zhen Weisi Just got lost.

"...shit!"

Zhen Weisi raised his hand to his forehead, he forgot his way, and only hoped that Bucky's mission could be completed faster.

When Zhen Weisi gradually approached the corner, a figure in a black robe suddenly came out from behind the corner, and raised his hand towards him.

"Drill—ah!"

The man felt a blur in front of his eyes, a sudden sharp pain in his arm, and the next second, a pain in the back of his neck, and he fell into a coma.

Seeing the opponent raised his hand, Zhen Weisi felt that he was about to shoot. Subconsciously, he stepped forward and broke the opponent's hand. After removing the danger for the first time, he knocked the opponent unconscious. Not the police I thought.

He tore off the other person's black robe, looked at his appearance, and took the object that the person was holding in his hand before, then looked at the object that looked like a wooden stick with a tangled face, and couldn't help but complain, "What the hell is this?" thing?"

He wondered if he had encountered a psychopath who pretended to be a witch—oh, no, this is a wizard.

Suddenly, the danger sensed by the sixth sense caused Zhen Weisi to shrink his pupils, and rolled to the side. Following a vicious voice, he said something, and a red light grazed his back.

Even if it was just a slight brush, Zhen Weisi felt a pain that tore his soul. He gasped, and turned around to look at the man in black robe who walked towards him. stunned man with similar sticks.

Maybe he doesn't need to think about whether he's going to let Bucky visit him in prison, because he might be belching.

Zhen Weisi rolled his eyes, and slowly placed his hand where he had inserted the pistol, trying to make the movement look as natural as possible.

The black-robed man clenched the 'wooden stick' in his hand and pointed at Zhen Weisi, his lips squirmed and said a word, "Awada——"

"Except your weapons!"

Just as Zhen Weisi was about to pull out his gun, a voice took the lead, and a bright light flashed across the dim alley, hitting the right hand of the man holding the 'wooden stick'.

"Drowsy!" Immediately there was another flash of light, and with a bang, the guy standing not far from Zhen Weisi fell to the ground.

The person who recited these two spells was an adult man, holding the same 'wooden stick' as these two people in his hand. When he appeared in this alley, he felt relieved because he knocked out the opponent in time. He took a deep breath, and then he looked at Zhen Weisi who was sitting on the ground.

"Sorry, this guy...uh, anyway, it's a remnant of a rather terrifying organization," the man shrugged at Zhen Weisi, then stepped forward a few steps, and stretched out his hand, "Are you okay?"

"...It's okay?" Zhen Weisi was a little baffled by this scene, he held the opponent's hand, and stood up following the strength of the opponent.

"Forget—"

"Click."

The black muzzle was aimed at this man, and Zhen Weisi raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, "What do you want to do to me, sir?"

The man was very surprised because the gun was aimed at him. He didn't expect the other party to be so vigilant, which made him widen his eyes, wanting to see the other party's appearance clearly.

The light in this alley is too dark, he can only vaguely see that the other person seems to have black hair, and the color of his eyes can't be seen clearly, but that obviously handsome appearance——

"godfather?!"

A title blurted out.