dhibooks Chapter 6 Act.06
Chapter 6 Act.06
Act.06
"Hi, Pete." FDR pulled an ugly grin, tugging at the wound around his mouth.His head still hurts, and he can only lean weakly on the hanging right arm.
Pete stood in the shadows with folded arms and watched him.
"Hey," FDR really didn't expect Pete to find him so quickly, so that he hadn't decided whether to directly question him or make false claims, "Long time no see."
Pete came out of the shadows, bent down close to FDR's face, "It's really hard to hit."
FDR slandered, it wasn't your subordinates who did it. FDR wanted to curl his lips but was hurt back.
Pete poked FDR's face where it was bruised but not bleeding, and FDR grinned in pain.
"Why defect?" Pete's tone sounded like he was asking him what the weather was like today, but FDR obviously didn't think so.
"I do not have!"
"That's right, if there is you, you won't come back. Then why don't you complete the task!"
"How did you find me? Hiss..." Pete used his hands again.
"I told you the story of the three caves of the cunning rabbit a long time ago, but you didn't listen. It's too easy to find you."
FDR really regrets that he trusted Pete so easily and let himself be so guessed by him.
"But you've made a lot of progress if you didn't get caught by others." Yes, but it's not much better if it falls into your hands.
"let me go!"
"You answer my question first."
"Boris is a trap, let me down now."
"Then why didn't you report it?" Pete untied FDR's hand.
"Hey, one question per person, now it's time for me to ask you."
"But I let you down."
"...I notified Kenneth, and then he died!" FDR was a little agitated, thinking that he would not even have a chance to attend Kenneth's funeral, and he was angry.Sitting slumped on the chair, FDR's head still hurts, and his hands are a little stiff and cold after hanging for a long time.
"Why didn't you notify me?"
"Hey! It's your turn to answer me, why did you kill Kenneth?"
"You think I killed it?"
"First! Answer me!"
"not me."
Then there was a silence between the two.
FDR still can't figure out who ordered to get rid of them, and can't completely rule out Pete's suspicion.Pete also couldn't confirm whether what FDR said was taught deliberately by someone, for example, it was determined from the beginning that FDR was Sherlock who was framed by others.No one has time to think about why the two of them are so suspicious of each other.
FDR broke the silence first, he sighed, "Hey, my head hurts, can I not hit my head next time."
Pete spread his hands, "The little bastard's attack is not serious or serious, whoever feeds me the dog if I break you."
FDR sneered, but his head hurt when he moved, so he didn't dare to laugh anymore, "Little bastard?"
"I told you that one more identity is one more guarantee. They only think that I am their boss, and they don't know who I am."
"Oh, don't you always lecture me when you get the chance, okay?"
Pete stroked FDR's messy hair.
FDR took Pete's hand, came to his cheek, and made a gesture to kiss his fingers, but suddenly pulled Pete, stood up abruptly, pushed Pete back on the chair, and kissed his forehead, "Baby, you are so skilled!" It's too bad." Then it hit his carotid artery hard.
"Tsk." FDR touched the money in Pete's wallet and his car keys. "Bring more cash next time, baby." Although he knew that Pete couldn't hear him, he still said to himself, "Fortunately, those people are just punks, otherwise I would have to work hard to kill a few more silencers."
"I wish you could prove your innocence. Don't catch a cold, baby." FDR covered Pete with the trench coat he had taken off, and walked over him.
***
15 years ago, in 1990, London.
"The body was shot, with a fatal shot to the head, possibly by a professional hitman."
"Has the identity of the deceased been confirmed?"
"According to the passport next to the deceased, he was a Soviet tourist." Inspector Lestrade felt a little dizzy. Is this another international issue?My recent luck is really exceptionally "good".
"Inspector, the people from the Circus are here again." Sergeant Donovan whispered into Lestrade's ear, and Lestrade couldn't help scratching his head, "Don't tell me it's that curly hair again."
Judging by Donovan's expression, he knew that he would not be able to run away from that damned Mycroft who was always making trouble for him.
But after all, he represents the government, so he can only smile, "Mr. Holmes, it's good, long time, no, see you."
Seeing him propping all his body weight on his thin little black umbrella, and pretending to have a carefree expression on his face, Lestrade got angry and thought through gritted teeth, that today he would never try to be on time again. Going home—although he usually doesn't come home on time.
"Inspector Lestrade, you are really forgetful. At this time last week, we met at the scene of the crime that seemed to be familiar. I remember that the dead were also Soviets. What country did they come from—oh, Ukraine , yes, a Ukrainian female tourist—how can you say it's been a long time?"
Mycroft smiled all the time, fascinated all the single women including Donovan, but Lestrade found Mycroft disgusting, hated him so much that he wanted to hang him on his forehead. The front curly bangs are all pulled out.
"Okay, this time it's your business again, Scotland Yard is not involved, we're leaving." Lestrade pursed his lips and passed Mycroft, wanting to slip away quickly, hoping to say this to Mike Loft could let him go with his conscience, but it was obviously stupid for him to think like this.
"My God, is this how irresponsible Scotland Yard is doing?" Look, here we go again.Lestrade rolled his eyes.Turning around, he gave Mycroft an obscene gesture on the back.
"Then what else can I do for you in the British Government?" This damned Mycroft is just a Circus agent, and his work is really bureaucratic, annoying, annoying.
Mycroft looked around. Many people in Scotland Yard were buzzing and whispering together. Mycroft felt that these goldfish were noisy, so he gave a "tsk" and said to Lestrade, "They go , you stay."
And, yes, this, kind!Lestrade was about to curse the heavens for not opening his eyes, but even if he was a little Scotland Yard inspector, he had greeted the eighteen generations of Mycroft ancestors in his heart, but in fact, what else could he do? What about?
"You guys go back first." Lestrade really wanted to slip away with them.Seeing Donovan staring at him enviously, Lestrade really wanted to bump his head to death.
"Inspector Lestrade."
"Ah," yes, crashed to death, "ah?"
"I'm talking," Mycroft pressed his brows, thinking that if he stayed with Inspector Lestrade for another minute, his IQ would definitely be lowered, but this guy is really interesting, look, The expression is so vivid, "The Soviet Union is now on the verge of collapse, they are now like dying grizzlies, making their last struggle, so there will definitely be more Soviet spies appearing in the near future, and there will be more corpses .”
"I ask you to assassinate spies and do it cleanly! Every time someone reports a crime, my head will grow! Tell me, how do I write my closing report!" This person is really annoying, is it necessary to be so close when talking? .Although it is some confidential issues, but there is no one else here! "Now that everyone in the three neighborhoods knows that there is a dead body in this building, it will be on the headlines of the Sun newspaper before tomorrow. I can predict that the title will be "Serial Killer Frequently Appears in the Fog City in a Week, Will it be?" Another 'Jack the Ripper'?" and then panicked, do you have any idea how much disaster you guys have brought to Scotland Yard."
Are you in a hurry?
In fact, Mycroft didn't need to do this kind of work because the agent in charge of the assassination didn't clean up the scene and came to clean up the ass the next day. Anyway, he is also the most popular operation team leader in the Circus now, but he just likes it. It was much more fun to watch Lestrade jumping around than his little brother who couldn't help being amusing.
"Are you listening to me?" Lestrade took a deep breath, and finally calmed down. He deeply felt that the outburst just now was a little rude, and he really hoped that the guy staring at him in front of him didn't hear it.
"No."
Depend on.
"Okay." Mycroft glanced at the scene that had been cleaned up by the action team he had brought, and then looked back at Lestrade, "You can write on your report: found that the shooting last week The suspect of the Ukrainian female tourist committed suicide at the rented place, leaving a suicide note beside her."
"You, are you calling me a falsified record?"
"No, it's the truth, and I'll let him be the truth."
Lord, Lestrade is suddenly worried about the future of the British government.
"Well, you may call it a day and go home," said Mycroft to his men. "And then, my dear Lestrade, where shall we dine after you have written your report?"
"Get out!" Lestrade kicked Mycroft's little black umbrella, causing him to stagger.
Tsk, did you tease too much today?Mycroft hurriedly followed and grabbed Lestrade, "How about going to the dessert shop on Baker Street?"
Lestrade glanced back at Mycroft, his eyes resting on his stomach, "What do you think?"
Mycroft followed Lestrade's gaze, and the dessert shop was really not a good idea.
"I'll consider buying you a corner cake at the convenience store around the corner from my house, though, if you help me with that damn report."
"No! That one is terrible!"
"But that's the only sugar-free cake made with skim milk."
"Listen, skim! No sugar! Is this still a cake?"
"Forget it."
"Okay, okay, give me your password to enter the system."
"No, write to me after I finish typing, I won't let you remember my password again, and then enter my system every now and then to tamper with my records!"
"Oh, Greg, I'm helping you fix your report for your future."
"roll!"
***
"What happened inside?"
"Inspector, a group of Soviet militants hijacked several civilians. The Circus has sent negotiators to negotiate, but there were gunshots inside."
God, don't tell me it's such a coincidence that the negotiating "expert" is Mycroft.It's not a negotiation, it's a threat at all.
"I will go in with the special police, and you will wait outside."
"Yes, Inspector."
Lestrade hated the AK-47, the last thought before his mind went blank.
"Mr. Holmes! Mycroft!" Say, don't die.
What is this!If you are shot, don't move around, okay, what is this for him? It's so ugly.
Two silver coins with no face value and no head of the Queen of England, but the profile of Lestrade.
"Mycroft..."
……
"Tell me, did you cry at that time?"
"Who is crying!"
"The goldfish is crying."
"Who the hell are you calling a goldfish?" Uh, I seem to have been fooled again. "You're playing dead while wearing a bulletproof vest. I should really shoot you twice in the head."
"Yo, it wasn't anyone with red eyes like a rabbit at that time."
"roll!"
"Have you collected the coins? There are only two in the world. You are such a goldfish that you will lose them."
"I put it away! Who the hell is a goldfish!"
***
In the frozen picture, Mycroft knew the coin in Eric Lanshere's hand, and the man on the coin also knew Mycroft.
The author has something to say:
(Mai Ge, who had the same hairstyle as Xia Juan 15 years ago, turned out to be bald ==! Inspector, your curse has been fulfilled. And the black-bellied Mai Ge is obviously a wife-controlling man who always loves to bully the Inspector. Coax - really nozuonodie)