Chapter 34
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The night sky was like a fantastic dream with the bright fireworks blooming one after another.
Sherlock Holmes stared at Margaret in disbelief, as if the classical beauty in front of him was a terrifying beast.
--How could he be wearing a fluffy cat-eared hair band on his head? And it was pink!
Margo looked into Mr. Natural Curl's gorgeous green eyes and held up the other band in her hand, "Or do you prefer purple? It goes better with your shirt."
Instantly, the look on Sherlock's face was freezing.
He stared at the stupid French goldfish in front of him, "You're rude and shallow, do you think I'm one of those fools who surrounds you and swoons over you?"
Marguerite didn't seem at all enraged and threw the purple pompom earrings she was holding into the paper bag in Sherlock's hand.
"Not so long ago, it seems that you unilaterally asked to follow me into Disney, in a way that might be called 'surrounding me'?"
Sherlock's eyes flashed very quickly, "Don't dream, Ms. Goldfish, your empty little head really likes to think."
"Suit yourself," Margo shrugged her shoulders carelessly and turned directly to wave, "Goodbye, Mr. Curly."
Sherlock, who had been forced to wear cat ears, and then started on her own: she still wanted to leave? Simply dreaming!
Margaret looked helplessly at the wrists that were once again in a vice grip, "Sir, you look like you're 'swooning over me' right now."
"You're hilariously stupid." The consulting detective raised an eyebrow, his voice arrogant and full of sarcasm.
Just as Margaret was about to open her mouth, a deafening explosion suddenly sounded in the distance, outside the gates of Disneyland.
Inside Disneyland, all the tourists watching the fireworks show were in a panic, and only the consulting detective beside Margaret looked unusually excited.
"An explosion? Someone's going to blow up L.A.? Dead people?" Sherlock, topped with a cat-eared hair band, sounded exuberant.
Margaret reminded him, "You look a little overexcited, Mr. Curly, it's very unseemly."
"Decent? What the hell is that?" The counseling detective's low, sexy bass voice carried an irrepressible excitement, "I need the case!"
Sherlock's beautiful green eyes scanned over her extremely quickly, "I've decided to reluctantly agree to have you as my assistant."
Before Margo could reply, he clasped his arms and said arrogantly, "The two of us, you and me, against the world, must make your blood boil just imagining it, don't worry, I won't mind your mediocre intellect for a while, who's got nothing better in front of me to choose from?"
Margaret interrupted him with a calm face and a raised hand, "I'm sorry Mr. Curly, I'm not interested in serving as your assistant, good night and have a good time."
Disneyland security, was leading the guests to the security evacuation exit, Margaret put on her sunglasses and prepared to leave with the crowd.
But will she get what she wants?
I'm afraid not.
Sherlock's black suit jacket was blown up by the night wind, appearing to have a powerful aura, "Everyone in this city is mediocre, with only the busy streets and cars in their eyes, life is so boring, and you should strive not to waste your time in mediocrity in this life, and not to be held back by trivialities."
Margaret: Has he forgotten that he has a cat-eared hair band on his head?
Margo is thinking hard about one thing as she is pulled strongly by Sherlock's arm and runs through the night in the direction of the explosion-
Wasn't everyone she'd met in her life normal?
There was an explosion outside Disneyland, then a huge fluorescent screen came crashing down, the crowd had been evacuated and retreated, and there seemed to be people wrestling in the smoke.
Sherlock's gamma ray like gaze scanned around, "Tch, no one's dead."
"Boom-!!!"
As she got closer, Margo could already distinguish the figures of the wrestlers as two strong men.
One of them was tall, dressed in a black suit, and in the smoke of the firelight had a side face that was familiar to Marguerite--the
Grant Ward, her nanny, oh no, assistant.
"Ward?" Margo's voice was full of surprise.
The undercover agent assistant from S.H.I.E.L.D. had asked for her address only half an hour ago, ready to drive her back to Beverly Hills.
Why was she now in a fight with a strong man who didn't look like an ordinary human being?
Ward's opponent was dressed in a dark gray battle suit with long dark hair, goggles and mask on his face, and a mechanical arm that easily blocked Agent Ward's shots.
His entire person looked rather cold and brooding, and his fighting stance was above Ward's, almost completely dominating.
At that moment, Captain America and Iron Man, in full uniform, suddenly appeared in Margaret's line of sight, grappling with the strong man wearing a mask.
It was a battle of many against many, and it was over quickly, and when Tony Stark was about to take credit for it to Margo, he found her looking at the wounded area on Agent Ward's body, completely unprepared to share any of her attention for him.
And - who was that long-faced man with curly hair beside her again?
The haughty crayfish spirit was not pleased, and he began to relent--
Tony Stark frowned at the Winter Soldier who was being clamped down on by Captain America, his voice filled with displeasure, "Why are you here?"
In the midst of Iron Man's interrogation that wasn't going anywhere, S.H.I.E.L.D. Commander Nick Fury finally appeared.
Half an hour later, the black director, wearing a single eyepatch, surprisingly brought several people, including Margaret & Sherlock, all onto the S.H.I.E.L.D. carrier.
Nick Fury didn't seem to meet Sherlock for the first time, "That omnipotent British British government, called me twenty minutes ago, asking you to return to London as soon as possible, the helicopter is ready, please return immediately."
Sherlock had always been arrogant and indebted, "Tch, you might as well settle the matter of your agents being undercover enemy agents first."
"What?" Several senior agents behind Nick Fury raised their voices.
The consulting detective casually pointed to Grant Ward and the Winter Soldier, "Those two dumb goldfish come from an organization."
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In the interrogation room, Grant Ward and the Winter Soldier, both have their hands locked and are controlled above the seats.
For some reason, Captain America Steven Rogers, who was watching the interrogation, had a strange mood that was hard to explain.
He had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this Winter Soldier from the Hydra organization.
Soon, he learned where the familiarity came from-
The S.H.I.E.L.D. interrogator directly removed the Winter Soldier's goggles and mask, and his handsome, feral face was instantly exposed for all to see.
He didn't look strictly beautiful, kind of baby-faced and not overly beautiful, but he had a unique sexy vibe.
The temperament, however, is very cold and brooding, very much in contradiction to his appearance, and full of atypical badass charm that one would love to hate.
Steven spoke incredulously, his voice hoarse with a certain hurt and surprise, "Bucky?!"
Bucky Barnes was Captain America Steven Rogers' childhood companion, protecting the weakened Steven until he was injected with the serum through special surgery.
As adults, the two enlisted in the military together, with Steven successfully undergoing surgery to become the superhero Captain America, and Bucky following Steven in his many military offensives against the fascists.
But during a surprise mission against Dr. Zola of Hydra, Bucky was knocked out of a speeding train by an enemy bomb and fell off a cliff into an icy valley.
Everyone thought Bucky was dead, and Steven had long blamed himself for his loss because of it, but now, Bucky had reappeared.
For Captain America, his best friend Bucky is the most important friend in his life, the two have a friendship spanning decades, Bucky is suave and loyal and reliable, is his closest comrade and solid support.
As the interrogation pauses and Steven tries to talk to Bucky about the past, the Winter Soldier frowns tightly, as if in pain.
Ward, who exposed Hydra's undercover identity, tries to explain why, "He suffered Hydra's body modifications back in World War II, and although he fell off the Ice Valley cliffs he didn't die, he just lost an arm and was seriously injured."
"The Winter Soldier was deeply modified by Hydra - wired with a mechanical arm and subjected to prolonged freezing and multiple brainwashing, the Red Skull implanted a mind controller in his brain, and for more than half a century he couldn't be called a human being, but just a powerful Hydra combat puppet, a tool of weaponry while he was at it."
"The Winter Soldier has conducted numerous assassination missions and is the world's top assassin," Ward's eyes went to Iron Man, his tone uncertain, "One of the missions included the assassination of Howard Stark."
Tony Stark looked angrily at the Winter Soldier, he wanted to kill him in anger, but on the other hand, the phrases "multiple brainwashing," "mind controller," "combat puppet" came back to his mind at the same time.
If he killed Bucky Barnes, who had been brainwashed and had no autonomous consciousness, when he regained his senses, there was a high probability that Tony would regret it.
Also in turmoil is apparently Captain America, with brainwashed close comrade Bucky on one side and innocent friend Howard Stark on the other.
Tony felt like his head was literally on the verge of exploding as hatred battled with reason.
His eyes were red, not sure if it was from anger or from the heartbreak of knowing the truth about his parents' deaths.
In this S.H.I.E.L.D. interrogation room, Tony was like a lone dog abandoned in the middle of a sprawling desert, with no one to rely on and trust.
But the next second, his breath hitched.
Tony Stark felt his fingers being held.
Margot's voice was soft and soothing, "Don't be afraid Tony, I will always be on your side no matter what you decide."
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