Captain America: Tony, Are You Sure Sherlock and Mustache Don't Have Any Connection, Right?

Looking at the intensely conflicted expression on Sherlock's face, Tony looked at the massive War Fortress behind him, then irritably slapped Sherlock on the shoulder and complained to him.

"What time is it now? If you've got useful props, hurry up and take them out! Who cares if it's a black cat or a white cat, the one that can catch mice is a good cat, right?"

Regarding Tony's remarks, even Captain America couldn't help nodding, looking quite in agreement.

Seeing that Captain America also nodded in agreement, Sherlock didn't immediately pull out his prop. Instead, he turned to look at him and asked with a serious expression.

"Captain, are you sure you agree with Tony too?"

Although Captain America didn't know why Sherlock was specifically asking for his opinion, it was obvious that compared to having to solo the massive War Fortress behind them, Captain America very rationally chose to agree with Tony.

"I think Tony is right. No matter how hellish a prop is, as long as the effect it produces is good, that's fine."

With Captain America's words, Sherlock then fished a glass bottle out of his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket with a conflicted expression—a plain-looking glass bottle whose mouth was simply plugged with a soft cork, looking just like the liner of a thermos.

There were no labels on the entire glass bottle, and inside the glass bottle were yuan-coin-sized medicinal pills. It was worth mentioning that the color and patterns of these pills were very bizarre.

The yuan-coin-sized pills were entirely a cement-gray color, yet on this cement-gray there were messy patterns made of black lines. Looking at them, they looked less like pills and more like sugar pellets eaten by children.

And the moment Sherlock took out this pill, the expression on his face could be