Three-stream detection simulator

Bond is wearing a black wide-brimmed hat today.

He held down his hat with one hand, put on a black domino mask that covered most of his face, and put on a long windbreaker with a stand collar over his originally slim-fitting suit.

Too bad. Not that there's anything wrong with this outfit, but it's not 007 at all, not Bond at all.

However, I don’t know whether to call it lucky or unfortunate, but this set of equipment has deceived the vast majority of Americans. When Bond was hiding in the shadows and wanted to hit his target, the man was keen enough to spot him one step ahead. He coughed twice and asked in horror: "Are you the superhero stationed in Hell's Kitchen? Let me go." , I’m willing to say anything!”

"No……"

Bond was about to refute him when Hercule's voice appeared in the earphone: "Did you turn off the communication of MI6, Mr. Agent? They called me and asked you to temporarily pretend to be a local vigilante. Ask for some information from the target's mouth."

"...and yes." Bond corrected, pointing his gun at the target, "Whether I let you go depends on how many secrets you tell me."

The target looked at him confused.

What's wrong?

Hercule gave remote instructions: "Please bring the muzzle closer to his forehead. You have to suppress him with the momentum of the Lionheart when he led the Crusades...but don't make you look too Like a policeman, it will be on the social and legal news. If necessary, you can beat him up, preferably with your fists."

An unsolved mystery in the mind of an agent is: why the threat of death with a firearm does not work, but a punch to the flesh can make people calm down.

"Maybe the problem is the style of the pistol."

Hercule could guess what he was thinking, and explained by the way, "In recent years, in big cities in the United States, only the lowest criminals use ordinary pistols. Criminals with high education or superpowers will modify bullets into lasers." , freezing cannons, fire flamethrowers and the like. The honest gentleman in front of you has obviously followed the Romans.

The weapons of vigilantes are not that fixed. In my impression, they usually use fists. "

Bond's punches were a little harder: his fists were harder.

For killing people, what is the difference between bullets and cryocannons?

Or Hercule: "Similar to the way the British go out of their way to turn potatoes into mashed potatoes and potato pie when filling their stomachs?"

"..." It's hard to refute.

Bond is lost in confusion.

The mashed potatoes are delicious and the freezer gun is cool.

Maybe it's human nature to ask for trouble other than repeaters.

In the end, this American interrogation tutorial ends with the appearance of the real Daredevil. Bond was almost emptying the target's belly of information, and when he finished, a dark red shadow passed across the sky.

Hercule stopped him immediately: "It's time to retreat, James."

Bond pulled out his despised pistol again: "This guy still has a good arm."

"Then say goodbye to it. We don't have to deal with Daredevil."

"You know him?"

"No...I heard he's sensitive to sounds."

"Okay." Bond said slightly regretfully. He stretched out one hand to cover the target's ear and whispered into the other ear, "Don't scream, or scream lower."

'Bang'.

The sound of gunfire at close range can scare a neurasthenic American to death, but the blind red shadow in the sky cannot pretend to be blind and land in the end. This time Bond has the opportunity to apply another knowledge point: how to play a super villain with America's characteristic style?

The answer is to put down your guns and make the scene bigger.

Next to him was the warehouse guarded by the dead target. The important contents had long been emptied, leaving only a few oil drums that had been stored for a long time.

Several grenades rolled down, hit the oil drums and exploded.

Bond took on a menacing stance in the firelight, deliberately letting his trench coat float in a very eye-catching arc. He trotted into his Aston Martin, started the engine and admitted to Hercule: "I always thought I was a good student."

The MI6 contact sneered: "Imitating the Americans once is enough, Bond, don't bring bad habits back to the UK."

Bond picks ladies. "

On the high platform of the warehouse behind them, a tall dark red figure silently watched them go away. A few minutes later, a strange woman hurriedly climbed up to the rooftop and asked, "Are you hurt?"

"No, they are not enemies." Daredevil said, "Two footsteps, three breaths, and someone is snoring."

The woman stared at him blankly with her mouth half open.

"He has a cat, and the purr belongs to the cat." The vigilante concluded, "I should recognize one of them - he is very famous."

**

"Thanks for your help, Detective, I'm going to miss our work together."

Before leaving, James Bond invited Hercule to dinner in Manhattan, and asked him to transfer the reward to the detective's account on the spot. "Although more details of the mission cannot be disclosed, you can tell that MI6 has made big moves recently. ”

Hercule divided the food with a knife and fork, and said nothing.

"My commander asked me to ask you if you are interested in joining us. Don't deny it yet - I know you are not interested, but I can see that you have no intention of settling in New York or Gotham. In that case, why not give it a try What about London? It’s also a big city. Although the climate is not very good, it has more heritage than here.”

"Is it the rain and haze?" Among the men and women sitting at the table next to them, the man wearing sunglasses turned his head and asked, "Or is it baldness and rheumatism?"

Bond paused, recognizing the other man.

But first he greeted the beautiful and elegant female companion opposite Iron Man: "Ms. Potts, nice to meet you."

Pepper nodded awkwardly: "Let's go out for dinner...Tony! I should have guessed that you wouldn't ask me out if you had nothing to do!"

Bond: "Really? Mr. Stark, it seems to me that you are quite out of character."

"None of your business, hound of the British government."

Tony pressed down his sunglasses, stared at Bond, and said to Pepper, "Relax, honey, I swear I just agree with the detective's taste in choosing a restaurant, a place that is expensive and allows him to spend a second time." There must be something unique. And I was woken up by the sound of the Aston Martin’s engine three nights in a row. Can’t I go out and relax? Who would have thought that an unknown British poacher would appear here?”

"James." The agent placed his fingers on his lap and raised the corners of his mouth and said, "James Bond."

"Never heard of it."

"It's normal. You are the famous Iron Man, and I am just a nobody."

"What is MI6 planning?" Tony said bluntly, "You can use your conspiracy against the CIA, but don't use dirty methods on American citizens."

"American citizen?" Bond raised his eyebrows and retorted, "I didn't expect that the mighty Iron Man would be limited by his sectarian views. In a few decades, whether there will be an America on earth will be a question."

After saying this, which was both mocking and implying something, he stood up and handed a portfolio with the MI6 logo to Hercule: "I'm sure I'm not welcome here -"

Pepper kicked Tony to shut him up: "It's nothing."

"Thank you, madam, but I don't plan to ask for trouble." Bond smiled at Hercule and said, "You decide whether to open the file bag and accept Britain's overtures. This meal counts. Personally, I'll pay the bill. I'll see you later, Detective, and I'll keep your advice on potatoes and mashed potatoes in mind."

He simply turned around and left.

As soon as the agents left, Tony carried the food on the table to Hercule's side and called Pepper to come over and share the table.

"What's wrong with the mashed potatoes?" Iron Man refused to riddle, "And he was going to drive just after drinking. Why didn't there be one of the many policemen in New York to arrest him?"

Hercule shrugged: "It's a long story. We tried to fight against national stereotypes and failed."

He changed his tone and said solemnly: "Mr. Stark."

Tony shuddered exaggeratedly: "Have I offended you?"

"No, I just suggest that you set an example in front of me in the past few days."

"to whom?"

Hercule shook his head, with a slight pity in his expression, as if he saw a blind man walking across the street while the light was red.

Tony was confused, but he did feel a chill around the detective, as if someone was watching him secretly.

When Hercule lowered his head to eat, he quietly said to Pepper: "He must have provoked something that is not human again."

The coldness grew faintly.

It's so strange. The ghost next to the detective can still understand human speech? Why isn't Constantine responsible for this?

Considering that the New York police couldn't catch the British agent, the ghost might be an alien.

Tony quickly threw this unimportant thought to the back of his mind and asked about the business: "Do you want to process the files MI6 gave you? It might cause trouble."

"I can probably guess what's inside." Hercule looked at the brown paper bag at hand thoughtfully, "The British have British information channels, and the world is such a big place, of course they will hear strange news. universe."

Tony: "I bet you a hundred dollars that the information on the document is insignificant. Which of you two will bet me?"

Hercule said: "I'll forget it. After all, the netizen's donation box is still in the lost and found area."

"..."

This kind of unfortunate incident can only be laughed at by the person involved, and it would be a bit rude to mention it to others. Little Pepper used the expression management she had gained over many years of employment to suppress her smile and turn it into a muffled cough. She cheered and said, "I'll do it, Tony."

The two of them watched as Hercule tore open the seal and pulled out a thin piece of paper.

It only took the detective a second to read the entire text. He balled up the paper and the bag and stuffed it into his coat pocket, preparing to burn it outside or have it handled by Hibida. Then he announced the answer: "Ms. Potts wins."

MI6 really found something.

In other words, they are already involved in the world line of the Strange Universe. The more advanced science and technology become, the closer the connections between countries become. When the breath of doom blows from the winter wilderness, no one can be immune.

The document approved by the British government, executed by MI6, and sent all the way to Hercule by Agent 007 said two things.

First, the infamous Hercules Project (mutant extermination/superhuman extermination plan) in the world line of the story actually began to be planned as early as the beginning of the 21st century, and the British were involved in it unknowingly. The parties, insiders, spies within the government... each party is acting for its own interests. Many patriots and knowledgeable people were dragged into the game before they had time to react, and were blinded by false news, mistakenly believing that they were doing the right thing.

The second is good news. Now that the enemy is at hand, the forces led by Hydra have suffered a heavy blow some time ago, and Europe has rarely been shaken up from the ground. The British immediately declared that they would not do it. Next, they would seal the relevant files of the Hercules Project, destroy all experimental data, and only put a copy of the original case in a USB flash drive and send it to Hercules together with the files to show their sincerity.

As long as the detective is willing, he can follow the clues and find out who is doing the trick.

Tony was dumbfounded.

He took a sip of water to calm himself, and said in a rare fair manner: "This is almost the same as handing you British citizenship and letting you become their military officer."