Get out of the way, Tiga is getting bigger [Comprehensive British and American]

But before An Chunzhi could think of an answer, the bell on the door rang.

"Welcome!" An Chunzhi smiled reflexively.

Sherlock also stood up immediately, walked to the door and bowed, and opened the glass door again, perfectly playing the role of a warm and polite shop assistant.

"Hey, Mr. An." The shy Peter looked at Sherlock with some shock, walked in unnaturally, and then greeted An Chunzhi, "Have you hired a new clerk?"

"It's Peter." An Chunzhi turned around decisively and took down the sausage, cheese and mustard from the shelf, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Well...not a new clerk, he is still in the assessment period."

Sherlock showed a standard fake smile in cooperation, pressed his chest politely, and tilted his head as a gesture.

An Chunzhi quickly glanced at him.

——When Sherlock Holmes restrained his air and pretended to be good, he was really pleasing.

"That's right...then, sir, come on!" Peter said simply and earnestly, and made a gesture with his fists.

Sherlock quickly smiled back at him, and after looking up and down casually, his expression suddenly became suspicious.

"you and him--"

Sherlock frowned again and looked back at An Chunzhi, opening his mouth to say something.

"Uh...Peter!" An Chunzhi suddenly felt something was wrong, and hurriedly raised his voice to stop Peter, "If you still add mustard today, how about I add grilled sausage for you?"

"Of course!" Peter came over and put the sandwich on the counter, and agreed happily, "I tried it yesterday, and the mustard is actually quite delicious. Thank you for your generosity, Mr. An."

Sherlock watched thoughtfully, the expression on his face becoming more interested.

Suddenly, there was a noise from the road outside the door, and the noise became louder and louder.

"Peter, did you see anything when you came here?" An Chunzhi asked suspiciously, adding cheese to the sandwich.

Peter turned his head to look outside, and shook his head hesitantly: "Mr. An, no... But I don't think it's a good time."

Oh yes.

An Chunzhi also saw it.

There were three or four cars parked outside the coffee shop across the road, and many masked and armed thugs rushed out of the cars. Some of them rushed into the coffee shop, and some of them rushed straight to the Ping An store here.

"Uh..." Peter became nervous when he saw this, and weakly wanted to say something, "I think I should leave first..."

But Sherlock suddenly put his hands in his pockets, his aura rose, and he turned perfectly from the weak waiter to the radiant detective, interrupting Peter to say to himself: "The police haven't come yet? "

An Chunzhi still remembered handing the sandwich to Peter, and he also realized what was wrong just now, so he quickly added:

"And one more thing, Mr. Holmes, don't you think the few people who escaped from the fight just now are weird—there will be so many customers in the coffee shop in the early morning?"

They looked at each other.

"I was negligent when I was monitoring the coffee shop. Heck... I really miss John at this time." Sherlock's face darkened, a little unhappy: "They must have been sent by Davis to deal with us."

"Davis?" An Chunzhi was curious.

"Corruption of senior officials." Sherlock's reply was very succinct.

"So it's like this..." An Chunzhi was stunned.

So now they are all just cannon fodder because of Sherlock's misfortune, it's not that someone is eyeing Ping An Store.

"Hey, I don't think we should discuss how to escape first?" Peter couldn't help raising his hand in a low voice, "This... Mr. new clerk?"

A dozen or so thugs were already holding guns, kicked open the gate roughly and rushed in.They occupied all possible escape positions and surrounded the three of them tightly.

"I'd love to discuss that too, but unfortunately, I can't fly." Sherlock stared at them, gritted the words.

At this moment, An Chunzhi and Peter's thoughts were in an unexpected tacit agreement.

——It’s just flying, he can!

But on the surface, no one spoke, and the atmosphere in the store was still very dignified.

Peter stood in front of the counter, looking a little at a loss, he silently took off his backpack and held it in his hand.Sherlock scanned the surroundings tensely, as if observing the situation.

And An Chunzhi didn't know whether he should be calm or not.

…Spiderman and Red Lantern are both in the store now, but the problem is that neither of them can transform in front of the other, and there is a Sherlock Holmes here.

what can we do about it?

"Mr. Holmes, if you pass this test, do you still want to stay?" An Chunzhi asked absently.

"I'll stay 'if'. So I'm thinking about how we'll get through this." Sherlock shrugged, staring at the muzzle.

The mob was still watching them, waiting for orders.

And after the leader made a phone call, he directly focused on Sherlock: "Catch him alive! The boss wants to use him as a witness and the other two as hostages."

"Wait! Then I say I don't know him, do you believe me?" An Chunzhi quickly asked very weakly.

The leader's fierce eyes turned to him.

There was silence in the air for a moment, and the gun in the leader's hand seemed to be raised.

"Okay, we know each other." An Chunyi hesitated for a moment.

I don't know good from bad!Since they don't eat soft ones, he can only eat hard ones!

An Chunzhi lowered her head and said to Sherlock in a low voice and hastily: "...Maybe I have a way."

"Tell me about it." Sherlock turned his head and asked in a low voice with the same volume.

His face was indifferent, as if he didn't care about the situation at all, the thugs who were staring at him had already rushed towards them.

"Listen up." An Chunzhi whispered.

Since Spider-Man can't be summoned to solve this matter...then there is only one way left for him.

"Superman! Help! Help! Someone is going to kidnap us! Superman!"

——An Chunzhi suddenly raised his voice and shouted in front of the strange-looking Sherlock.

Very simple, summon Superman.

All the thugs were stunned for a moment, watching An Chunzhi's performance in confusion.

Peter loosened his grip on the backpack, and his face collapsed.

Why did he suddenly feel that this scene has a sense of déjà vu?

An Chunzhi didn't care about it, and continued to shout in panic in the eyes of the thugs looking at silly roe deer:

"Superman! Help, come and save someone, super—"

"Are you calling me?" A reassuring and gentle voice sounded.

The next moment, a man in a blue tights and a red cloak slowly descended from the sky.

Sherlock's eyes widened.

This time it was An Chunzhi's turn to look at the thugs proudly like a silly roe deer.

Look, even if Spider-Man and Red Lantern don't work, don't think you've got everything-

Are you stupid now?He can also call Superman!

"Hurry up!" The mob leader's voice became tense, and he ordered his subordinates hastily.He himself started to back away.

But before the thugs raised their guns, a blue shadow suddenly flashed across the store, and the dozen or so masked people were all knocked down to the ground.

"You'd better get out of here." Superman said calmly. He took another look at the messy store and the door, and added, "Fix the door first."

These people tied together are not enough for him to beat with one hand.

"Superman is so cool!" Peter clenched his fists excitedly, with the expression of a little fanboy.

"Superman, thank you so much." An Chunzhi expressed gratitude.

As usual, he turned around and made Superman a super cheap turkey sandwich full of bacon fried eggs, sausage and mustard.

"This is a thank you gift, let's have it for breakfast." An Chunzhi said with a smile.

For Superman Clark Kent, who works as a reporter for the Daily Planet, a luxurious turkey sandwich might just as well buy him off.

—Peter swallowed softly.

"Uh...thank you." Superman really showed a somewhat embarrassed smile.

Only then did An Chunzhi have time to turn his attention back to Sherlock who was exceptionally quiet at this moment: "Mr. Holmes? What's wrong with you?"

"Ok?"

The great detective has been staring at Superman in a daze since just now, with a rare moment of confusion in his eyes, and then turned into intense interest.

"I think it's time for my memory palace to be updated." He replied with interest as if he had found a prey, "The store owner—by the way, what is your name?"

"And this superhero—Superman? Is this your American specialty?"

"Hmm...well." An Chunzhi touched his chin.

——Actually, he thought Sherlock's stunned expression just now was really cute.

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