[Zhongyingmei] That snake

"He shouldn't have endured this long," Hotch said. "Mark will not hide his emotions, let alone suppress his emotions. He even showed anger and contempt in the face of inquiries from me and Oliver."

"He's preparing something, planning something." Oliver thought immediately.

"He still has one other possible victim that we know, but Lee is now under police protection, and Mark's subconscious fear makes him have to proceed cautiously." I don't think the coffee here is so delicious, the tan coffee surface has only dropped a short distance.

"If we really can't find him, we have to wait."

"Okay, it's getting late. Go back to the hotel and rest." Hotch suggested to the team members, "Gather at the police station at the normal time tomorrow morning."

Walking out of this small, unremarkable restaurant, the owner of the restaurant asked the waiters to pack up the tableware and prepare to close.

It was indeed getting late, Oliver habitually raised his watch to look at it, only to realize that his watch had been taken off long ago, and the watch that Hotch gave him was put on the desk by him.

So he had to stop at the entrance of the restaurant, and glanced at the clock in the restaurant through the glass door.

A voice rang in Oliver's head, "Mr. Oliver Williams."

Oliver lowered his head, blinked his eyes and thought that he hadn't been stressed enough to hallucinate recently.He bent his index finger and tapped his forehead, preparing to catch up with the group that took a few steps first.

"Oliver." The voice sounded again, but this time it was not in the mind, but it really rang in the ears.

Oliver turned his head and saw a man in a wheelchair, his bald head glowing brightly in the night.But even so, it can't avoid his calm demeanor between gestures.

And behind him was a man with a strange hairstyle pushing a wheelchair, wearing a leather jacket, with fluffy hair like two erected cat ears.

"Oliver, do you know them?" Hotch walked over to Oliver's side.

know?So how does Oliver answer, he did know these two in his previous life, Professor X and Wolverine, extremely popular characters in comics and movies, how could Oliver forget their appearance?

But now he and the two have never met. Oliver was not surprised that Professor X was able to call him by name, mind reading ability can do more than that.

He could probably guess that the two of them came to him to talk about Mark.

"Yes, I know them." Oliver nodded, patted his arm again, and whispered, "Go back first, I have something to talk to them about."

"Be safe," Hotch said.

"Yes." Oliver agreed with a smile.

Wait until you see Hotch's back gradually drifting away and gradually blending into the night.He just turned around and looked straight at the two uninvited guests.

"You know us," Charles said firmly.

Oliver sighed inwardly, his facial expression remained unchanged, but his gaze turned cold.

"You read my mind."

Charles smiled and shook his head, his star-sea blue eyes were always wise and gentle.

"It's very impolite to read minds casually. Mr. Williams, don't worry, I just read some paper materials related to you."

"Then why did the professor and Mr. Logan come here?

Logan raised an eyebrow, he didn't expect Oliver to know even himself.

"It's about Mark."

Oliver was puzzled by one thing. They only announced Mark's mutant identity inside the police station. How could Charles know about it?

"There will always be some connection between Academy X and the government." Charles explained very sweetly.

Oliver's gaze changed, and a sense of disbelief hit his face as you said you didn't read your mind, so how do you know what I'm thinking.

"It's not difficult to analyze people's psychology from expressions and movements." Charles smiled. "Isn't your group also working in this way?"

"What do you want to talk about?" Oliver asked.

"You are also a mutant. What is your opinion on the issue of your compatriots? Have you decided to capture Mark?"

Oliver wasn't surprised now that Charles could see that he was a mutant.

He organized his language carefully, and after confirming that there were no loopholes in his words, he said, "Those victims are also my compatriots. I know that Mark is a mutant, but mutants are just more special than ordinary people." ability.

As long as he is an American citizen, I will deal with him according to law. "Oliver now suddenly feels that he has the potential to be a smooth-talking politician.

Charles stared at Oliver,

He didn't lie. He did have some connections with the government. After he learned that someone was going to capture mutants, his first thought was whether the military was going to start another experiment.

But when he arrived in Atlanta, he found that one of the detectives in charge of the case was a mutant.

Seriously, Charles thought it was bad enough that there was a Magneto among the mutants who was determined to wipe out the human race.If there is another mutant who is determined to eliminate mutants, he feels that if he still has hair, he will lose it.

"Do you have a solution to Mark's ability?" Charles changed the subject, already agreeing with Oliver's statement.After all, it is not easy to lie in front of a mind reader, and Oliver is not prepared to risk himself.

Mark's ability has indeed brought a lot of trouble to ordinary police officers. After all, he can use his ability to break free from ordinary handcuffs.And the explosion-proof car that escorted the prisoner was useless to him.

But Oliver didn't have no ideas at all, he wanted to test whether his ability could directly suppress the x gene in Mark's gene.

This not only reduces his danger, but also prevents him from being caught as a test product by some strange departments after being arrested.

Oliver can use the darkest thoughts to speculate on some of the government departments' research that is not on the table.

He didn't hesitate for a moment to tell Charles and Logan exactly what he thought.

Logan frowned, looking at Oliver almost like a sharp arrow.

A mutant who can suppress the x gene and stay in a government department, of course, would make people feel dangerous.

The street was empty, and the only restaurant that was lit turned off its last light long before Oliver said this.The last waiter locked the door, glanced at the three of them with strange eyes, and left in a hurry.

Oliver sensed Logan's subtle hostility.

"Few people know about my mutant ability." He smiled and tried to ease the atmosphere, "Moreover, it's just my speculation, and I haven't practiced it yet."

"It's getting late, you two..."

"Mr. Williams, since you still have work tomorrow, go back and rest as soon as possible." Charles said, "As for the two of us, the night view of Atlanta is very good, Logan, don't you think so?"

Look at the pitch-black surroundings. In early summer, the broad-leaved plants beside the street have set up huge green canopies, blocking the light of the street lamps.

Logan felt that reasoning was a bit far-fetched.

But Oliver didn't mind, "Then there will be a period later."

Oliver suddenly thought of something before leaving, and stopped again.

"Professor Xavier, can you give me your business card? I think you don't mind. I have time to visit your school."

"Of course not." Charles politely took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to him.

Oliver went back to the hotel, went to the floor where the BAU team stayed, and the moment the elevator door opened, he sensed the danger, like the little bit of physical information Mark left when he talked to them in the office and at the crime scene , the effect after magnifying one hundred times.

Here comes Mark, Oliver is pretty sure.Everyone's information is different, and Mark, or the perverted killers that emerge endlessly, are prone to ordinary people's nerves when they commit crimes. Under Oliver's ability to detect, although it is not a light bulb, fireflies are enough.

You know, ordinary people are normal, non-luminous objects.

Oliver took out the gun from the holster on his back waist, bent his knees, and walked carefully to the depths of the corridor.

The floor of the hotel is covered with a layer of brown soft carpet, which is silent when stepped on.

It's true for Oliver, and it's true for Mark.There was no one in the corridor, and Oliver guessed that he might have entered a room with his ability.

On this floor, only the members of the BAU team lived in, but Mark didn't know the news, and Oliver was able to calmly analyze it. Except for him and Hotch, Mark had never seen other team members.

And Oliver had just returned to the hotel now, but the message he sent out was full of violence and excitement.

In other words, he has already, or is about to start.Then the object he chose could only be Hotch.

Oliver didn't care what footsteps would disturb Mark, and when this conclusion appeared in his mind, his body was already one step ahead and rushed to the door of Hotch's room.

Good, good, Oliver breathed a sigh of relief.He can now be sure that Mark is in the room.

To be honest, he has been in the group for so long, and his door-kicking technique has also improved by leaps and bounds. He kicked the door open mercilessly.

The thick wooden door of the hotel hit the wall all of a sudden, making a loud noise.The rest of the crew will soon wake up and come to support.

But in the current situation, Oliver can't wait that long, Mark's hand has already reached into Hotch's chest.