[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Harry's face was very bad.

Little Osbron used to just think that his father was not close to him, but never thought that Norman would be crazy enough to build an arsenal at home!

Harry stepped in with a dazed expression, followed by Peter, "Harry, be careful where you step."

"I know you're Spider-Man, but I'm not a disabled person either." Harry said, reaching back and grabbing Peter's hand without looking back.

The young couple went in, and the three FBI couldn't do anything to watch. Hotch took out the flashlight, and the white light pierced the dark room.

Oliver and Rossi followed closely behind, who said that neither of them was fully prepared?

I don't know if it's the air-conditioning in the room or a structural problem, but the cold wind blows against my forehead one after another.

"What are these?" Harry stopped in front of a row of bright green potion tubes.

"I guess it's your potion that turned Father into a Green Goblin." Oliver tugged on Hotch's wrist, and the jaws met, letting the flashlight shine directly on the potion tube.

Hotch was startled by the warm object in the cold wind, and instinctively retracted his wrist, but he didn't expect Oliver's hand to be strong.

Oliver turned his head, puzzled in his eyes.

Hotch relaxed his wrist, allowing the light of the flashlight to be manipulated by Oliver.

Realizing that his actions seemed too direct, Oliver smiled apologetically, and let the circular beam of light fall on the other hand holding a tube of medicine along the direction of his force.

The medicine tube is parallel to the line of sight, and the green liquid is opaque, but changes in shades under the faint blue light in the room, without the slightest sense of stickiness.

"Mind if I open a tube?" Oliver asked Harry, "I'll see if I can see what it is?"

"Don't you need to go to the lab?" Harry frowned.

"I still have a little confidence in myself."

Harry kind of acquiesced, and Oliver looked to Hotch for his approval.

"Open it." Hotch nodded.

Carefully opened the lid and poured part of the liquid on the glass booth, Oliver directly reached out and took some of the liquid.

Peter wanted very much to remind Oliver that this was totally against the norms of scientific research, but he gave up in the end, his uniform wasn't ready yet.

Oliver put his finger under his nose and sniffed, at least it seemed to others.

In fact, Oliver adjusted his skin condition and absorbed part of the medicine directly, and then used his ability to detect the changes in the composition of the medicine.

He raised his head and stared at the empty corner of the wall in the darkness. He tapped his fingers on the glass booth again and again, making a sharp sound.

Hotch dutifully pointed the flashlight at Oliver's finger.

"What's wrong with you?" Peter asked nervously.

"Hmm." Oliver's eyes quickly recovered, "I'm thinking about the ingredients of the medicine."

The function of this potion is not only to enhance physical fitness, but as a semi-finished product, it will also cause some mental problems. Oliver just took the signs and manipulated the cells to kill them.

"This is just a semi-finished product." Oliver sighed, "If it is placed under high temperature, it will appear delamination, which is caused by the poor compatibility between materials."

You can't see these things with your eyes alone, but Oliver's four years of college are really not for nothing. It is an easy task for him to deduce the phenomenon based on the composition.

"Human enhancers," Oliver pouted, "but this research direction cannot be completely successful."

"Harry, the split personality of your father is largely due to it." Oliver shook the test tube.

"You're so sure without experimenting." Harry questioned.

Oliver wiped off the remaining liquid on his fingers, and when he heard this, his hands froze when he heard this, "I'm very talented in anthropology. If you don't believe me, you can go and read my thesis. "

Oliver reckoned that Harry wasn't stupid enough to believe this set of rhetoric, so he pointed him in another direction, "You can take these medicines to the laboratory for testing, but let me remind you, when your father was around, those shareholders were just about to move, now it's you With equity in hand, things may not go so smoothly.”

"It's not too late to deal with the problems between the directors and then deal with these medicines. It's just a defective product, so don't worry."

"Then what to do with these medicines and weapons now?" Harry looked at the row of glass test tubes on the platform, neatly arranged like the keys of a harmonica, with a complicated look on his face.

"The fbi can save it for you." Oliver quietly patted the back of Hotch's hand as a signal.

"Yes." Even though he didn't understand what Oliver wanted to do, Hotch still agreed.

"Then... just leave it to the fbi, and I'll get it back when I can let the laboratory test it."

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"What are you going to do with those things in the trunk." Hotch closed the trunk door, isolating the enhancers, drugs, drugs and other dangerous items in it.

"FBI headquarters is not suitable for safekeeping valuables." Rossi reminded.

"I understand, so I plan to give these things to Peter, and ask him to hide them in a place that Spider-Man thinks is safe, and find them when needed." Oliver had already made up his mind.

Hotch and Rossi understood. Peter doesn't need these potions and weapons, so naturally he won't have any wrong thoughts; Spider-Man can definitely trust the places he thinks are safe.The only thing to worry about was that Peter and Harry had just established a relationship, whether he would reveal the news to Harry in a few days.

"That's a good idea. Boys, watch him come." Rossi pointed to the sky, and a black shadow flashed quickly.

Under the sun, Peter's spider silk seems to gather water droplets, and when it transpires, it turns into a mirage-like cloud.Fortunately, he was fast enough at this time, otherwise, how could he not be discovered the true face of Spider-Man.

"Need help?" Peter landed in a deserted alley and had to cross the road to greet him.

"I'm sorry for these things." Oliver quickly explained the actual situation to him.

"No problem, I'll go now!" Peter picked up the black bag that three grown men could carry with his bare hands, and boarded the Dongfeng Express over New York very easily.