[Zhongyingmei] That snake

"Peter, can you fix his arm?" Oliver walked over to Otto and knelt down to inspect the dent in the arm from Peter's fist.

"What do I need to do?"

"Just tear it off." Oliver said abruptly.

The physical destruction of the mechanical arm can bring great convenience to the escort, and it also prevents SHIELD from dragging this thing back, although Oliver thinks that SHIELD's technology should exceed this by a lot.

But Peter froze, "Oliver, are you sure?"

Oliver nodded, remembered something and turned his head to ask Natasha, the face project cannot be ignored.

"The jurisdiction of the case is in the BAU." Natasha replied, implying that she would not intervene in the follow-up process.

"Well, I should be fine." Peter squeezed his knuckles, and pulled the mechanical arm with both hands and exerted force in the opposite direction.

The ear-piercing sound of metal stretching echoed in the air-leaky laboratory, and soon colorful wires were exposed in the fracture, and metal fragments and parts fell to the ground, which was very clear in the dark night.

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After the case ended, Hotch rushed back to Washington by special plane to attend the trial. Morgan handles follow-up affairs on his behalf, and the handsome chocolate guy who deals with various government officials is frowning, and Rossi, a newcomer to the group, treats guests to dinner.

Anyway, they have to wait for the special plane to return to New York to pick them up. With the efficient work of the BAU team, they have a lot of free time to squander in this free city.

Originally, Rossi also invited Peter and Harry as some thanks for their efforts in handling the case, but the two were looking at each other affectionately in the hospital, and no one in BAU wanted to run to be a super-powerful light bulb.

So in the end Rossi invited all the members of the BAU team—except Hotch and Garcia in Washington, as well as Natasha.

Rossi made a lot of money by writing books after leaving BAU in the past. Of course, the Italian local tyrant who is very serious about food will not treat everyone badly.With a big wave of his hand, he booked a long table at the Michelin three-star restaurant, which was enough to eat to his heart's content.

It was really fun, except that everyone was drinking good red wine and Oliver could only drink a glass of lemonade in silence.

Although the portions of each dish are not large, Oliver, who insists on the principle of not wasting food, managed to eat enough before dessert.

Oliver decides to go to the garden to blow some wind to refresh himself.

Exquisite open-air gardens cannot escape the cold air from the ocean. Except for some evergreen trees that are still flourishing, there are no flowers that can bloom in such a low temperature.

Oliver was blown by the cold wind, couldn't help squinting his eyes, and carefully buttoned his suit.

"Agent Williams." Natasha's voice came from behind.

"Natasha." Oliver replied politely.

"Aren't you cold?" Natasha asked.

"Do you feel cold?" Oliver asked back, at least he was still wearing a three-piece suede suit, while Natasha only wore a long red dress in the winter, revealing her snow-white slender forearms, and the thin fabric was blown by the wind Like the ups and downs of the waves.

"I thought you knew." Natasha raised an eyebrow.

Natasha has also been transformed, so naturally she won't be afraid of the cold, but Oliver still pretends to be stupid, "I'm not a thermometer."

"Oh," Natasha was amused, and took out a cigarette and lighter.

The bean-sized flame danced and dyed the cigarette butt fiery red, Oliver took a step back uncomfortably.

Seeing his actions, Natasha exhaled a light blue smoke ring, and said slowly: "Don't like the smell of smoke?"

Oliver nodded. Cigarettes, like alcohol, are very troublesome to his ability, and he can touch them as little as possible.

"No smoking, no drinking, no coffee, no drug record, no gambling record, no debt, no partner. Mr. Williams, your resume really doesn't look like a normal human being."

When Oliver heard the first half of the sentence, he listened to Natasha's countless NO's with a blank face. It was only after the second half that Oliver realized that Natasha was talking about himself.

Oliver, whose life is normal, heard Natasha's comments and carefully checked his behavior in the past [-] years. He is absolutely a good citizen of the United States, even too good to be true.

"Honestly, the first time I saw your resume I thought it was a fake identity from the CIA," Natasha said.

"As far as I know, there is no. But, what are you investigating me for?" Oliver was vigilant

"It's just reciprocity, and you seem to know me very well."

"I think I said that I do know a lot about the Black Widow, but it's hard to tell the truth from the fake." Oliver didn't have the confidence to control his behavior to ensure the success of the lie, so he told the ambiguous truth.

Natasha turned her head and looked straight ahead, changing the subject to a topic that was safer with her identity.

"Your team leader is divorced, why don't you do it?"

"How do you..." Knowing so much about Hotch, Oliver found himself underestimating Black Widow.

"I read all the files of the members of the BAU team. It's very interesting." A smile flashed across her face. "Otherwise, why would I bring the case?"

"Wait," Oliver frowned upon hearing this, "You mean this case was not handed over to the BAU through normal channels?"

If so, Natasha is really headstrong.

"Correct."

"Okay, okay." Oliver couldn't complain, "Then what do you think?"

"I remember I mentioned that we would still work together, and now I'm sure we'll have a lot of opportunities to see each other."

"..."

"Why, you don't want to?"

"Cases with such a risk factor, of course, should be as few as possible."

"Of course there won't be many cases." Natasha smiled, and Oliver felt that things were not that simple.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. It's still the same problem, why don't you take the initiative?" Natasha asked seriously.

"Don't I?"

"Judging from your information in the CIA, your recent handling style does not match the temper of 'that snake' at all."

"What is the temper of 'that snake'?"

"Words like a hidden knife in a smile, cruel and cruel appear quite a lot."

Some of the prisoners interrogated by the CIA would return to their organization in exchange for benefits, but what did they bring back to describe Oliver's indifference.

Little did they know that for those prisoners, after a walk in the execution room, they were suddenly caught in a narrow and dark room. Although the people sitting opposite were not beating or scolding, the prisoners who were caught out of secrets would feel cold to the bone. .

The prisoners' perception of Oliver is like the big boss at the last level of the novel game. All the previous torture and traps came from Oliver's hands, and no one can pass this last level.

Oliver figured it out and didn't want to take the blame for the CIA.

"This kind of thing can't be rushed." Oliver sighed like an old man.

"It's not in a hurry, you are not in a hurry? A swift and swift poisonous snake." Natasha didn't let go of this stalk.

Oliver pondered for a while, and said, "Not at all, I even hope he hasn't divorced yet."

"Why?" Natasha wondered.

"I've been alone for so many years, it's rare to meet someone who has feelings, and I happen to be not far from him, so it's nice to see him happy, isn't it?" Oliver rubbed his nose in the cold wind.

"you sure?"

Oliver noticed Natasha's hand resting quietly on her stomach.

"Is love the most important thing in life, even you can't say 'yes'."

Natasha, keenly aware of his gaze, squinted, "You know even that."

"Aren't you living well without it? Why should you care so much?" Oliver didn't deny it.

"No matter in terms of neurology, sociology, or economics, I don't think it is very important." Oliver said.

"But you can't ignore the chemistry that's already happening," Natasha said.

Oliver was silent, turned and went back to the restaurant.

"What did you talk about?" Rossi asked curiously, leaning over to him.

"We had a friendly and thoughtful conversation about an important neurological issue, sociological issue, economics issue." Oliver cut a piece of pudding with a fork.

"Maybe you should learn Italian romance," Rossi said.

"Is it useful?" Oliver pondered whether to take this advice.

"Take one more step to know the scenery under the cliff." Rossi said with deep meaning.

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Oliver felt that Natasha's evaluation of himself might be right, and he acted resolutely.

After returning to Washington, he dared to ask Hotch a question.

"Hi, this is Agent Aaron Hotchner." Hotch's voice came from the phone.

"It's me, Oliver."

"Is there any problem with the follow-up of the case?" Hotch's voice was a little surprised.

"The case has been resolved and BAU has returned to Washington. It's a personal matter."

"You said."

"How's Jack?" Oliver asked after a moment of consideration.

"Custody was awarded to Haley, I can visit him when I have time." Hotch's tone sank visibly.

"Where do you live now?" Finally got to the point.

"I...I've moved out, and I'm in a hotel now, let's talk about finding a suitable rental house. It's very close to the building, do you need to come to me for anything?"

"Aaron, I said it's not about work." Oliver was a little helpless, "I mean, since you are going out to rent a house, are you interested in coming to my house?"

There was no answer from the other end of the line, but the sound of shallow breathing let Oliver know that the call had not been hung up.

"There is still a vacant room at home, one person lives, and two people live." Oliver continued, "Maybe you can wake me up in the morning to prevent me from being suspended for being late."

When Oliver was in the CIA, no one cared about his working hours, and he was pulled over when he had a job. It was the same to stay at home and stay in the office if he had no job.But BAU usually requires a nine-to-five working hours, and Oliver has indeed been late more than once.

So he boldly made this joke to his boss.

"Think about it." Oliver asked cautiously.

"Don't bother you?"

"how come!"

After finishing the call, Oliver threw the phone on the coffee table and collapsed on the large sofa.

Once this step is resolved, the rest can take its time. Oliver rubbed his face against the soft pillow.

The moon is the first to be near the water, and the ancients did not deceive me.