John is definitely the one that made the most money this holiday.

Because of other people's two-month vacations, he has at least more than half a year.

Time is ticking, John makes a small estimate.

"If time were to be counted, I would have been eighteen."

But if he doesn't say it, who knows?

After solving the opening of the amusement park, John rarely went home in a different way.

He stepped out of the cab, frowning, and looked at the cars that had appeared in his house.

In the car, a pair of piercing eyes stared at John.

John swept over and walked straight home.

"In other words, the Nigerian gang carried a terrorist weapon to intercept you, accidentally lost control and let yourself suffer the consequences?"

Wick at home.

Watson looked away and said, "Yes, that's so, Mycroft. ”

The man named McCroft was an authentic English gentleman, and his meticulous clothing and demeanor and tone were in line with a noble English gentleman.

When Mycroft, who has a high IQ, heard this answer, he showed an expression as if he had been trampled on his IQ.

Mycroft took a deep breath and said nonchalantly, "You're a smart man, Watson. ”

"You should know who turned this 'terrorist attack' into 'playing with fire' for you in that fire that shocked the cabinet."

Staring at Watson with piercing eyes, Mycroft said, "You almost ruined the entire Tower of London." ”

"It's Nigeria ......," Watson's voice grew quieter.

McCroft said impatiently, "Your hotel is about to open, you should be honest with me." ”

He sat up straighter, making him aggressive, and said sharply: "The government is more reluctant to see a terror running around with a nuclear bomb than the underground forces."

Child. ”

As a person with great power, the momentum of being a superior person is approaching.

Watson lowered his head and muttered for a moment, then his thumbs stopped stirring each other.

Looking up again, Watson made a great determination and said earnestly, "I'll tell you the truth, Mycroft. ”

Mycroft smiled, his chin signaling that he could speak.

Watson took a deep breath with a seriousness he had never seen before.

"That's right, the Nigerian gang is secretly developing a weapon......"

"Watson!"

Mycroft interrupted him, his forehead throbbing, and he glanced at the vase on the table, feeling the urge to smash Watson's head.

He suppressed that urge and threatened, "I need to tell the truth." ”

Watson had an innocent expression on his face and whispered, "What I said is true. ”

"I was engaged in finance before I went to sea, so how do I know how to make terrorist weapons," Watson said sincerely, "You know, my hotel is about to open, and I have invited a lot of people to make it lively." ”

"I don't remember how big your business is." McCroft sneered, but his eyes remained calmly looking at Watson.

Watson waved his hand and smiled: "It's all small businesses, you know, I'm engaged in finance, and I only have these methods in my head." ”

He pointed to his head, "They're not stupid and know to change. ”

"The power of the country is getting bigger and bigger, and they can no longer run as unscrupulous as before."

"If there is no discipline, it is just gangsters who do not enter the stream, reformulate the order, and let the industry be restrained."

Watson sat up, his eyes no longer dodging.

"Change, between black and white needs to have gray as a buffer, while

Now I'm willing to do that gray. ”

He chuckled and said, "Those who don't change can only be eliminated, and those who break the rules, we will be one step faster than the police." ”

"You're changing the world?" "Do you have what it takes, Watson?" McCroft said coldly. ”

This is not a quiet place to reign in London, but a dark monarch facing all countries.

Mycrogh acknowledges the prestige of the 'underground president' in London, but that is confined to London.

He deliberately supported a leader as a fig leaf.

But Watson seems to have a different idea.

"America, Furry Bear, Neon, Italy, Celestial Empire......"

Watson did not answer him, but thought of the various countries to himself.

The moment he looked up again, Watson, who was submissive, became the 'underground president', and he grinned: "There are only twelve seats, and they are either prostrate under the high table or are divided among the high tables. ”

"I don't have the ability, Minister," he smiled wickedly, "but profit is the greatest ability, and the monopoly business will never lose money." ”

Mycroft was silent.

You can't do it with an underground president in London, but what about twelve underground presidents?

"Do you think you're the only one staring at me?" Watson waved his finger and smiled, "FBI, GRU, FISA, External Security Agency, ......"

"They're all staring at me, I'm a transparent person, everything is in their database, but ......," Watson crossed his chin and chuckled, "without me, this hard-won order would have been shattered." ”

"Guess...... How many people will die? ”

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

In the almost frozen room, even the sound of flower petals falling changed

It's very obvious.

Mycroft watched Watson, the man he had always thought he was in control, secretly accomplishing so much.

"I remember you weren't that smart."

"People change, McCroft." Watson shrugged, "When I become the father of my children and the husband of my wife, I should have carved my heart with my heart. ”

"Women and children can be negligent, but men must be careful."

Just then, the phone in the room rang.

Watson glanced at it and motioned for McCroft to answer.

"Looking for you, Chancellor."

Mycroft's gaze swept over and he reached out to pick it up.

The voice on the other end of the line rang, "Mycrof." ”

This voice he knew, belonging to the head of a security service.

McCroft glanced at Watson and said lightly, "For Watson Wick? ”

"Yes, we need him, Mycroft."

"Click."

The call was hung up by Mycroft, who straightened his wrinkled vest and stood up with his hands in his pockets and looked at Watson with a condescending gaze.

"I need to admit that the new world has failed at you." McCroft stretched out his hand and exclaimed, "Wonderful game." ”

Watson got up, level with McCroft, and shook the hand.

"I did my best."

"Transparent people will drive you crazy," Mycroft said, giving Watson a deep look, "there are no secrets, no privacy, and every person you meet when you go out could be an agent of some country, with countless pairs of eyes staring at you." ”

"This means that from now on, you will no longer be able to trust everyone, even your wife and children."

McCroft admired Watson's decisiveness.

This man does something daring, and he turns himself into

The piece of ash between black and white, wandering between black and white, is more dangerous than picking teeth in the mouth of a tiger.

He needs to be in a balance point that is more exciting than sleeping on a tightrope.

"Is it worth it?" McCroft asked. ”

Maybe handing over that weapon would make Watson better.

But Watson smiled: "The hotel will open tomorrow, you can taste the shrimp inside." ”

"I will, I hope it's delicious enough." Mycroft nodded, "It's better to have less sauce, my belt is a little tight." ”

This confrontation is McCroft lost, and now Watson is no longer easy to handle.

He suddenly asked, "I don't seem to have seen your son." ”

Just then, the door opened.

John walked in.

Meet Mycroft.

"Hello," John smiled brightly, "my name is John Wick. ”

"Have a nice meal at the hotel."

The moment McCroft saw John, he knew that he couldn't rely on this son to control Watson.

In this teenager's body, he felt it.

The gaze scanned John in a matter of seconds.

He came to a conclusion.

Lunatic.

Mycroft stared at John and said, "You remind me of my younger siblings. ”

"Then they must have a good relationship with you." John elegantly and politely said, "People of the same stage are always easy to cherish each other." ”

"No, quite the opposite." McCroft said.

He looked at Watson and said, "My brother will like you, too, Watson." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm married." Watson said warily.

Mycroft's face darkened, and he walked out the door.

He saw that the driver of the car turned pale.

"That's not a person, is it?" As an agent of MI6, Division

The hands of the machine grip the steering wheel tightly.

In the few minutes he had just had, no one knew what he had been through.

Mycroft looked through the window at the boy waving at him and said to himself, "I'm all too familiar with the smell of a madman." ”

If you see one or two steps before the average person, that is genius.

Whoever sees eight or nine steps before a genius is a madman.

"New Profile."

"Name, John Wick, code name...... 0。 ”

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