Whatever happens, even if Hitler were to resurrect and lead his troops across the English Channel to attack the British mainland, the itinerary of the American president's visit must not be affected in any way, and the British gentlemen and ladies must start drinking tea at four o'clock in the afternoon.

When the president's family was invited by the queen to Buckingham Palace for afternoon tea, Peter and Belle, who had always been nervous, were finally able to take a break from their busy schedules. This is Buckingham Palace, and even Moriarty, the god of crime, can't carry out a terrorist attack here, after all, this is the residence of the most respected old lady in the world.

They leaned on the window, looking at the crowd outside holding placards in protest, wondering what they were excited about, and no one took them seriously.

"Looking at the weather today, you can definitely make a lot of money by going out and selling sunscreen." Belle said.

Peter also wore sunglasses on a rare occasion, and the glare of the sun was a huge burden on his super sensitive vision.

"How much can it be to make a lot of money? Did I tell you that Mr. Stark sent you a bill for the Memory Reading Blocking Necklace Stark Version 2.0? ”

"I've probably said it forty or fifty times, but I'm not very impressed." Belle said, looking down at the diamond pendant on her chest, "It is said that Mr. Stark has hired a Danish designer to make this thing, and it seems that Stark Group is going to enter the jewelry industry in full." ”

"But their biggest customer at the moment is me, Peter Parker, someone who can never afford to pay the bills. With such a wonderful market prospect, on the first day of Stark Jewelry Group's listing, the stock had to rise and fall. ”

The two of them could hang out here, but since Air Force One landed at Heathrow, Clint Barton has embarked on a new mission. He spent the last few days at MI5, investigating nine murders in a month with the assistance of British forensic experts. Yes, just after the last time Barton had confessed to the two young men, there were two more murders.

"The time interval between each murder is exactly two days, and according to the time calculation, if the murderer still intends to continue the crime, it should be tomorrow night." A British official said worriedly.

His colleague made what seemed like a very reasonable suggestion: "Because of the recent visit of the President of the United States, coupled with the previous terrorist attacks, these murders have been deliberately concealed by the police." However, this is certainly not the solution, we should remind the relevant personnel to pay attention to safety as soon as possible, and collect clues from the whole society, just relying on us to find it is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack. ”

"What is the person involved?" Another couldn't sit still, "The people who were killed were all prostitutes, and if you tell these people to pay attention to their safety through the media, will they be able to stay at home honestly?" ”

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, calm down," Patton interrupted the noisy crowd, "the person we are looking for is actually obvious, his targets are all prostitutes, apparently imitating the ripper Jack, the dead are all Americans, all dressed up as the first lady of the United States, indicating that he is either trying to divert the attention of the investigators, or simply hating the United States, his murderous methods are extremely skillful, his movements are clean and neat, and there is no trace left on the scene, which shows that he is highly professional, this kind of person." , there are few in the world. And we," Barton said, glancing around the room with a smack, "must find him." The current level of technology is completely unimaginable in the era of the Ripper, and I believe that your ability is far better than that of Scotland Yard back then. The victims are all U.S. citizens, and S.H.I.E.L.D. and the U.S. Secret Service are willing to do their utmost and ask everyone to do their best. ”

It is likely that the matter involves a threat to the first lady of the United States, and the people of MI5 naturally dare not slack off. The legendary agent Clint Patton personally participated, and he had many admirers in Britain, and with this fame and prestige, Patton's words could still have a little morale-boosting effect.

He also knew in his heart that the efficiency and duplicity of the British were really devastating. They can scold MMP in their hearts while smiling and saying "I'm so happy to see you". So he still pinned his hopes on his own plan.

But when he told Belle and Peter about his idea, what he thought was the most brilliant plan was met with unanimous opposition from them.

"Uncle, or you will retire first." Peter said sincerely.

"I'm eighteen years old and haven't been one year old, is it really good to give me such an exciting role?" Belle desperately suppressed the urge to curse, and expressed her displeasure very politely.

Patton's "genius plan" is actually a fishing law enforcement. After all, there are not so many young and beautiful blonde American women in the UK to work in this industry, so the targets that the murderer can find are very limited. At this time, if you take the initiative to attack, release the bait, and it is a top-level bait, and you are not afraid that the murderer will not bite the hook.

In the face of the questioning of the two, Barton seemed very unimpressed.

"If it weren't for Natasha's other tasks that she couldn't get out of, how could it be your turn to do this? Besides, with your ability, is there any danger in this job? ”

"Is it a question of whether it is dangerous or not?" Belle said bitterly, feeling heartfelt that it was completely pointless to talk to top agents about the weakness of human emotions. Barton is familiar with all human weaknesses and is adept at exploiting them, while at the same time, he has few of them.

Sure enough, Barton didn't hesitate at all, but became more determined, "I don't think danger is a problem, if this can save an innocent person's life, then it's worth trying, not to mention that it's nothing to you at all." ”

"With great power comes great responsibility?" Peter muttered a whisper from the side, and by the way, he made a great assist.

The technicians quickly got the job done, and a stunning beauty with the nickname Sapphire appeared on the list of London's most famous night spots, and by all accounts, she had been working here for at least three years.

……

The next day, in addition to following the First Lady during the day to visit places like school orphanages in London, Belle had an extra night shift job.

Peter and Barton sit in the surveillance room looking at the monitor, Barton is attentive and Peter is restless.

"Concentrate, lad."

Peter didn't say anything, pursed his lips, his arms shaking, his right leg shaking.

"Relax," Barton teased Peter as he handed him a cup of coffee, "are you really afraid that she will run away with the tyrant?" ”

But even though Barton said this, there was not the slightest hint of impropriety on his face. Like a hawk waiting to be hunted, he carefully watched everyone the monitor could see. Although tonight is not the day the murderer usually commits murder, who can guarantee that he will not suddenly change his plans or come in search of prey in advance.

Compared to the two in the monitoring room, Belle was not very nervous, but she was tormented.

She sat down at the bar and asked for a drink, waiting for her prey to take the bait, scolding Clint Patton for his bad intentions and thinking that she must have been squeezed by the door to do something damn Avenger.

After taking off the necklace, Belle regained her ability to read memories, and she could know if the other party was the target person with a simple exchange. Since ten o'clock, many people have come to talk to each other, but none of those people are the people they are looking for, so she sent them away.

"The rich don't see the light side, don't they? In a matter of moments, I've seen several broken families wrapped up in mansions. ”

"Don't talk casually, be careful of being discovered." Barton said sternly.

By two o'clock in the morning, the people had largely dispersed, and Belle had not noticed anything, and Barton and Peter had found nothing, and the three had to call it a day.

On the third day, until eleven o'clock.

Jack spotted Belle sitting on the side of the stage drinking alone. He sat down next to Belle and ordered her the same drink.

"Have we met?" He said.

It wasn't the first time she'd heard it, so she didn't have any nature, but when she glanced at Jack, she realized that she seemed to have really seen this person, but she couldn't remember it at once.

"Don't be so nervous, I won't eat you again." Jack smiled kindly, "I just don't seem to like it very much here, and I'm a little curious." ”

Belle needs to play her role seriously, she says, "Of course I don't like it here, should I love it?" ”

"Looks like I asked a stupid question?" "I love what I do, searching for clues, solving mysteries, soothing the living, comforting the dead, chasing excitement and adventure, thinking about survival and death." ”

"Sounds interesting." Belle said.

Jack looked at Belle's face, and somehow, he actually found this face to be more charming and seductive than Amora.

"I've seen where you work, what about you? Would you like to come with me to see where I work? ”

……

The August night in London is already chilling. Jack very thoughtfully took off his trench coat and draped it over Belle. The two men left the night session and stopped a taxi.

"221 Baker Street, B." Jack said to the driver.

The driver glanced at the two people through the rearview mirror, and couldn't figure out what young people think now, and in the middle of the night, the Sherlock Holmes Museum was not open.

However, he still sent the two people to their destination, and then quickly drove away. He felt that Baker Street was inexplicably cold, and every now and then he would feel that someone would touch him, and it felt particularly bad, like being chased by a strange ghost outside the Great Wall and falling into an ice lake.

Jack did open the door to 221B, and with Belle, he went up the narrow wooden staircase to the second floor, and into the living room, which was not very spacious.

There was no light in the room, only a candle, placed on a coffee table far from the door, emitting a miserable light. In the armchair next to the coffee table, a woman sits with a deer hunting hat with great interest. This hat is usually placed on the coffee table for tourists to take pictures.

"I'm curious," Amora said when she saw Belle come in, "Jack the Ripper or Sherlock Holmes, who is better?" There may never be an answer. However, my other question will be answered immediately, how long can you live under my hands? ”

She glanced at Jack, who hesitated, much to her displeasure. Feeling the emotion, Jack trembled with fear and lust, and he fell to his knees, crawled hand and foot to Amora's side, kissing her shoes frantically.

The eerie scene lasted about a minute before Jack stopped, got back to his feet, and rushed at Belle with a speed impossible for humans, hugging her.

He hugged him so tightly that their faces were almost together. The extreme distance made it impossible for his eyes to focus, and he could only vaguely see Belle's face and see Belle's eyes.

This became the most regrettable moment of his life.

In the next second, Amola used the long sword in his hand to pierce Jack's right chest and also pierce the heart of Belle, who he was holding tightly.

Belle wasn't bait at all, it was a fish that Amora had planned to kill.