Chapter 46: A Picked-Up Child Bride? (Part 1)
After selling his goods, Sherlock drove his beloved car at top speed towards his gun store, attracting a lot of attention along the way.
In the United States, driving a raptor generally doesn't get that much attention, but a Shelby is different. As a synonym for high-end customization within Ford, a Shelby in the United States has an effect comparable to a supercar on the street.
Especially since Sherlock had used the money Tony scammed from S.H.I.E.L.D., and added a little of his own, he was able to buy this shelby raptor baja edition.
Honestly, compared to the raptor, this thing, whether it's the power, the appearance, or even the suspension, everything met Sherlock's desires, making him incredibly happy.
He drove at full throttle, and after leaving the city, Sherlock floored the accelerator, embodying the 'whoever lets off the gas is a grandson' style of the Baja race track, finally making it back to his beloved gun store before dark.
Pushing open the door and smelling the familiar scent of gun oil and gunpowder, Sherlock felt more at ease than ever before.
Carrying the gifts he bought and that box of expensive fine wine, Sherlock hummed a tune as he walked up to the second floor, which led to his dog house, planning to rest for the night and distribute the gifts once everyone was together the next day.
Just as Sherlock was about to push open the door to the second floor, a pleasant female voice sounded in Sherlock's ear, catching him off guard and almost making him drop the things in his hand.
"I'm sorry, sir, that is a private area. To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, please step back from the counter!"
Although the female voice was gentle, the content was not gentle at all, even carrying a hint of threat. One must know that this was a gun store, full of weapons, and even those who liked to shoplift dared not set foot here.
After all, these employees had real guns, and no one knew if they would actually get a full magazine if they tried to shoplift here.
But who was Sherlock? The only inheritor of HP magic in this world, the nephew of the richest man Tony Stark, a distinguished guest of the great Kamar-Taj, and the owner of New York's largest integrated gun and training store. Could Sherlock endure such humiliation?
Sherlock wanted to see who had such guts, daring to stop him from returning to his dog dog dog dog dog house, what the hell?
The originally confident Sherlock turned around, and the last few words of his internal monologue trembled with fear. The reason was simple: Sherlock saw someone he was extremely familiar with.
Skye, the Quake from the TV series S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents. At this time, Skye was still relatively green, her eyes intensely fixed on Sherlock, who was holding a large pile of things, her hand resting on a pistol at her waist.
It seemed that if Sherlock made any sudden move, Skye would draw her gun without hesitation, demonstrating what American Iaijutsu was all about.
Sherlock looked at the still eager Skye and was speechless for a moment. Had he stumbled into a nest of plot characters? He went out and saw Thor, and came home to see Quake.
Just as Sherlock was starting to doubt life and Skye was becoming increasingly nervous, their commotion finally attracted the attention of others. Sherlock's several uncles and a loli walked out from the back office area.
"Sherlock? You're back?"
Soap exclaimed with surprise when he saw Sherlock and the things in Sherlock's hands. With Soap's shout, the originally serious warning scene instantly became a bit awkward.
Especially Skye, the fact that she had just intended to draw a gun on her boss was enough to make her feel embarrassed.
However, fortunately, those uncles didn't care about the little story between the two. After seeing the things in Sherlock's hands, they swarmed forward to divide the spoils and began to show off the gifts Sherlock had brought them.
The only ones who remained somewhat rational were Price and Ghost, who stood behind Price. Neither of them moved an inch from beginning to end; instead, they watched Sherlock and Skye with interest.
Finally, under Price's gaze, Skye could only put away her emotions and, steeling herself, came to Sherlock's side and extended her hand to him.
"Uh, hello boss, I'm Skye, um, Colonel Price asked me to be the cashier."
Perhaps because of the suddenness of the situation, and the lingering awkwardness, Skye seemed a bit incoherent.
Sherlock still hadn't recovered from the surprise that his employee was the famous Quake, and he shook Skye's hand somewhat blankly.
Sherlock's reaction made the already awkward Skye even more embarrassed. Fortunately, at this moment, Little Strong discovered that Sherlock had not driven back his original raptor but a formidable Shelby, and he let out a strange cry.
"Holy crap? What did you do out there, you little punk, to bring back such a good thing!"
With that, regardless of Sherlock's reaction, he immediately snatched the car keys from Sherlock's hand, then raised his arm. Soap, Gaz, and the others, whose attention had been on the gifts, quickly shifted their focus to the Shelby raptor at the door.
Being ex-military, they simply couldn't resist the allure of this beast. They all followed Little Strong out, insisting on experiencing what it felt like to drive this beast.
To avoid further awkwardness, Skye naturally blended in with Little Strong's group and ran out.
It wasn't until Skye disappeared into the store that Sherlock finally came to his senses, looking somewhat blankly at Price, who was standing behind him, and asked,
"May I ask, where did this person come from?"
To Sherlock's question, Price shrugged and said,
"Picked her up. You can't expect us to sit at the cash register counting those little green pieces of paper, can you? And I can't figure out those cashier machines. I saw this girl was good with computers, so I picked her up off the street to be a cashier. If you don't like her, you can fire her."
Facing Price's words, Sherlock could only give an awkward laugh, then quickly said it didn't matter. After all, Price was right; he couldn't always sit behind that cash register, and hiring an employee was perfectly normal.
Seeing that Sherlock didn't seem to have any aversion to Skye, Price nodded, then glanced at Ghost behind him. Ghost immediately understood Price's meaning, took the mask Sherlock had given him, and walked outside.
It wasn't until Ghost had left the store that Price looked at the bustling group outside and the new car, then said meaningfully to Sherlock beside him,
"It looks like you've encountered quite a few things out there, haven't you? So, any loose ends?"
Although Price spoke lightly, Sherlock felt a chill down his spine. After all, Price's words implied, 'Are there any unresolved troubles? If so, I'll help you solve them.'
As for Price's solution, it was very simple: just bulldoze everything. Sherlock even suspected that if his uncle really took action, let alone passing dogs getting two slaps, even nearby ant nests would probably be filled with mercury.
He quickly smiled and declined Price's kind offer.
"No, no, no, no loose ends. I was just traveling. What kind of trouble could I not solve myself?"