Three-stream detection simulator

This is a two-story fast food restaurant that also serves the most popular drinks nearby. In the evening, the first floor is bustling with people, but the second floor is deserted. There is an open-air balcony several meters long outside the restaurant on the second floor. It is a good place to enjoy the sunset on weekdays. There are several parasols and dining tables on the balcony floor, and the tabletop is covered with very delicate red tablecloths.

James Bond is now walking on the balcony's hand-width wall.

His steps were neither fast nor slow, leisurely and elegant. His eyes never looked at his feet, but his leather shoes accurately stepped on a straight line. The agent who had just received the code name 007 was wearing a dark gray slim-fitting English suit and a blue striped tie today. Since the bottom button of the jacket was not fastened, his waist and abdomen were pinched horizontally by the muscles that were always tense. of folds. He held a gun in his hand, his face was expressionless and his eyes were alert. He patrolled the second floor twice like a lion. When he reached the end of the balcony, his eyebrows twitched slightly.

With a click, he pulled the pistol slide and loaded the gun.

The MI6 contact person who was talking to him remotely said immediately: "007, please, try to survive this trip! You must interrogate the detectives you are cooperating with to come up with a reasonable clue!!"

"Hercule didn't have to listen to a living person speak in order to reason."

The contact was desperate.

But Bond lowered his voice and said: "You are lucky, sir, no one will die tonight. It seems that the great detective who MI6 has never forgotten made a small mistake this time."

"What?"

"There was nothing where he asked me to go..." Bond looked around again, "Just the sunset and flowers. Where are the Hercules?"

Contact person: "Let me take a look. Hey, he is very close to you. Didn't you see him?"

"I said everyone next to me -" The agent suddenly thought of something and rolled down from the balcony with a curse. He landed near the outside table enclosed by the restaurant, attracting exclamations from several customers who were sitting at the table drinking beer. However, the TV hanging in the hall was broadcasting a live football game, and the sound of commentary and roars quickly made this situation panic. The screams were suppressed, and Bond covered his gun with the hem of his suit and strode into the room.

Hercule was studying the wine list. Morgan encouraged him to order a martini and 'shake it, don't stir it', as 007 would later famously say. The detective was speechless: "Is he really a secret agent?"

How come it has such popularity?

Morgan laughed: "Because I'm not a complete outsider. I deal with agents a lot. Bond acts ostentatiously in the eyes of specific people, and it won't become something that even ordinary people have heard of."

Hercule counted the years, but still felt something was wrong: "How old did he live until you were impressed by him?"

"Oh." Morgan's projection tilted its head and thought for a moment before replying, "On the one hand, a large number of files were leaked when Scotland became independent more than twenty years later. James Bond was the last outstanding figure who died on the eve of their departure from the European Union. The agent got a lot of prestige - the era friendship bonus, you know. Also, my father left me the year he died, so I have a deep impression of what happened in this year."

"Sorry," Hercule said immediately, "do you remember this?"

Morgan is supposed to have traded all of her memories of Tony Stark for the Heart of the Machine blueprints and a few telepathic conversations with her father.

"No, I read the information later. Don't worry, Hugo, I would have gotten used to it even if I hadn't forgotten it after so many years."

Hercule was relieved and his thoughts suddenly turned to other places: "Wait a minute, madam, you just said a very strange word, which makes me suspect that I heard it wrong."

Morgan: "Which one?"

"The one following England."

"Which one?"

After Hercule made sure there were no British around, he leaned closer and asked in a low voice: "——Brexit? I'm really curious, how did they accomplish this miracle that a smart person couldn't do in a hundred years?"

"..."

"And it took so long for Scotland to become independent." Hercule's mind wandered, immersed in magical stories about the future. "I thought they would be completely separated from England within three years. It seems that I can't guess everything. This world More amazing than imagined.”

At this moment, Morgan glanced into the distance and said faster: "Cheer up, detective, the real British are coming, I will retreat first."

She blinked at Bond from a distance and disappeared into the air without anyone noticing.

The agent approaching the detective paused: "Is that magic?"

"It's science, man." Hercule changed his position and raised his head. "Have you finished your work? Want a drink?"

"No, sir." Bond leaned on the bar with his arms folded. "I suspect my target slipped into the sewer like a face of melted clay."

Clayface is a recent Gotham supervillain who has done a good job in intelligence work.

Hercule shook his head: "It's too dramatic. We don't have this item in our itinerary. Did you see the man behind me with blond curly hair, a plaid shirt and jeans, wearing plain glasses, and sneakers?"

Bond raised his head, and the guy Hercule described was also looking at him secretly.

The detective said calmly: "This is your target."

The agent raised his gun without hesitation. The liaison's scream sounded in his left ear: "Live alive! Live alive! It was ordered by Ms. M herself!"

"Then please tell me directly next time." He pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew over Hercule's shoulder and hit the target's brain, "Thank you."

The next second, there was a scream that reached into the sky around them. Hercule sighed and put down the wine glass in his hand. Some people would choose to drink it all at this time, but Hercule eats for taste and enjoyment rather than pure consumption, especially wine. Drinking it too fast is purely to get drunk, which is inconsistent with his original intention. Going in the opposite direction.

"I'll buy you the next drink." Bond pressed the detective's shoulder and pushed him away, then jumped on the dining table and retreated towards the door of the restaurant while shooting at the remaining targets in the bar. When he walked to the street outside, he saw Hercule looking at his Aston Martin thoughtfully, and he couldn't help but have an ominous premonition in his heart, "What are you thinking about?"

Hercule asked him: "Did you know that I have driven the Batmobile? The configuration of this car looks worthy of comparison with the Gotham Knight's car."

"..."

Who can admit defeat in such a situation? Who can? Bond held his breath, took out the key, threw it to Hercule, and simply said: "You drive, I'll shoot."

He didn't waste time to open the door, jumped directly onto the roof of the car, leaned over and picked up the submachine gun from the door compartment of the rear compartment and fired at the pursuers, but was almost killed when Hercule stepped on the accelerator. Bring down. It was the first time for Bond to ride his own sports car in this way. He knelt down and held on to the edge of the roof. He stared behind him with a serious expression and said:

"Guess what? If Batman has never been kicked off by you, it means the Batmobile can only start up so fast."

"He's clever enough to stick himself in the skylight, sir."

But the Aston Martin doesn't have a sunroof. Hercule looked straight ahead, "I advise you to either get back into the passenger seat or tie yourself to the roof of the car with a seat belt."

It took an hour to escape the pursuers. Hercule used a beautiful drift to end the action named "Which drives better, Aston Martin or Batmobile", but before Bond could ask the answer from the detective, he went crazy with anger. MI6 called the former again.

"Thank God! There are at least two hundred people now fascinated by your graceful posture while killing people in American bars. James Bond, I repeat, you are abroad and performing covert operations! Your instructors have no guidance What do you mean by ‘secret’? It’s best that no one can recognize you from beginning to end, otherwise we will have to deal with international relations and piles of bullshit documents for you!”

"I apologize for my recklessness." He said this, but Bond did not apologize at all. He poured a glass of wine and sent it to Hercule. After walking away, he asked humbly, "But maybe my instructor really didn't emphasize it. How do you want me to do this?"

"Whatever you want." MI6 Shangguan calmed down and said tiredly, "Just to at least make you look like a crazy American next time I attack?"

"Yes, ma'am," Bond said, "I'll do my best."

The next day they were back in New York. This time the target is hiding in the Clinton area, also known as "Hell's Kitchen". It is rumored that there is a vigilante there who is no less mysterious than Batman. His true identity is unknown, and his code name is Daredevil. MI6 had repeatedly warned 007 not to conflict with local gangsters, so Iron Man, who stayed up late doing research that night, heard the familiar but somewhat restrained sound of an Aston Martin engine coming from the street.

He opened his goggles and asked the AI: "Is it still that country bumpkin? It seems that the commission Hercule received this time is quite simple. The British always make a big fuss over trivial matters."

The AI ​​was silent.

The AI ​​analyzed it for a long time and said to Tony rigorously: "Mr. Hugo is indeed sitting in the car, but the driver seems to have become a crazy American."

Tony:?

James Bond, a suave British agent, never disguised his identity when performing missions. He even used his real name when passing through customs.

But among the two rich people, one is a super hero and the other is a super villain, America has no choice but to contribute her first time.

When he arrived in Hell's Kitchen, Bond saw his current image through the reflective glass window, and couldn't help but squeeze out a vague groan between pain and abuse. He turned around and called, "Detective."

Hercule, who was holding an encrypted device to check the information, raised his head when he heard this.

The agent stared at the other party seriously with his uncovered blue eyes. He had never been so focused when looking at his female companion in the past: "I admit that I didn't take it seriously when you said you had extra domino masks, but I want you to swear now. Said the mask didn't belong to Batman's sidekick."

But what the heck. James Bond recalled the detective's friendship mentioned in the intelligence - since the mask that was sent to him was not Iron Man's mask, who else could it belong to?

The young agent hated that answer. The Zorro movie was really a bad start for the world, especially Americans.

Without waiting for Hercule to answer, he rushed into the dark alley without hesitation. :,,.