[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Mark entered the house some time after Hotch returned to the room. Oliver saw Hotch's suit jacket hanging neatly on the hanger, and the blood bubbling from his chest had stained the white shirt red.

And Mark was obviously taken aback when he heard the loud noise, he turned his head to look at Oliver, and stopped the movements of his hands for the time being.

Mark and Hotch were too close, and Oliver didn't dare to shoot at Mark, lest he shake his hand under nervousness and the bullet would go to Hotch.

After Mark saw who was coming, a nasty smile appeared on his face, and he continued to move, but this time, he slowed down.It seemed that he wanted to watch Oliver hold a gun but couldn't move forward, and could only watch his teammates get hurt.

I don't know where Mark got the muscle relaxant, and now Hotch is pinned down by him and can't move at all.But his mind is still clear, the huge pain made him clenched his teeth, his lips turned pale, and he broke out in cold sweat.

But he didn't say a word, there is absolutely no option to compromise with criminals and beg for mercy in Mr. Detective's code of conduct.

Oliver was extremely angry at the scene in front of him, and every breath trembled in anger.

He fired all the bullets at Mark's feet very crisply, and none of the bullets hit Mark, but he was partially attracted by the smoking bullets on the ground.

Oliver took advantage of this opportunity, pulled out the dagger/knife tied to his calf, and rushed towards Mark.Thanks to the state of alert during this time, he is fully armed at all times.

In a blink of an eye, Mark saw his arm on Hotch's chest separate from his body.After the artery ruptured, blood splashed like a fountain.

He screamed and tried to attack Oliver with his other hand. Oliver put aside the dagger/knife, in terms of fighting, a half-assed guy like Mark is no match for an FBI agent.The top priority now is to suppress his x-gene.

Oliver pinned his shoulders, bent his knees up, and slammed his knees into the soft belly, he was as fierce as a mad Beastmaster who had been encroached on the territory.

Mark's face was twisted and his waist was bowed, while Oliver quickly activated his ability, concentrating on suppressing the gene in Mark's body that controlled the mutant ability.

Mark felt the changes in his body, and he couldn't disintegrate his body to avoid Oliver's attack.He opened his eyes wide in horror, looking at Oliver with a gloomy face, just like the victims used to look at him.

Oliver let go of Mark's shoulders and watched him scramble out of the room with cold eyes.

He was no different from an ordinary high school student without his ability to mutate, and he couldn't escape very far after losing half of his arm.

Oliver's mind is now full of the wounds on Hotch's body. He picked up Hotch who had collapsed on the ground, and checked the wounds on his chest in a panic. Hotch's eyes are a little dizzy now, but his brain still forces him to maintain a clear will .

"Oliver, go after him." Hotch gripped Oliver's arm tightly.

"No, don't. Aaron, you don't talk, you don't talk." Oliver's voice was a little choked.

He almost forgot that his ability could completely heal such wounds.

When he finally came to his senses, he was even more weeping with joy.

He put his hand on Hotch's chest and could feel the heart beating powerfully.He activated his ability almost at the fastest speed in his life. The wound on Hotch's chest also healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hotch could feel the itch and heat from the wound on his chest.

He gasped and gripped Oliver's arm tighter.

"Soon, soon." Oliver looked Hotch in the eye.He stopped his brain from working, he didn't want to know what Hotch's eyes meant.He was afraid, what would Hotch do if he didn't accept mutants?

After Oliver repaired the wound on Hotch's chest, he was still afraid that he hadn't repaired enough, so he simply used his ability to follow Hotch's blood vessels to repair his whole body.

If Hotch goes to the hospital for a physical examination now, the doctor will be amazed that a man who is nearly 40 years old can keep all the qualities of his body in peak condition.

Hotch felt the heat in his body, he knew Oliver was helping him, but he felt that was enough.

"Oliver."

He shook Oliver's arm and called his name.

Oliver seemed to be in a trance and didn't respond.

It wasn't until Hotch yelled three or four times that he finally came back to his senses.

"Oliver. Go get Mark." Hotch repeated three times.

Oliver saw the BAU team rushing to the door, and let go of his hanging heart. After handing Hotch to them, he followed the blood left by Mark to catch up with Mark who was running wildly in the emergency passage.

Mark ran staggeringly with his broken forearm in his arms, and was soon thrown down by Oliver from behind.

Oliver brutally handcuffed Mark's surviving hand and his ankle, and re-examined the genes in Mark's body to ensure that it was impossible for him to regain the mutant ability in his life.

Then he took the butt of the pistol and hit him on the back of the neck, knocking Mark unconscious.As for whether someone will say that he enforced the law violently in court.

Oliver, who was burning with anger, didn't care about this.

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Hotch woke up in the hospital.

Fatigue and fright cannot be repaired by Oliver's ability, and the blood loss is also serious. Coupled with the effect of muscle relaxants, Hotch passed out after telling the rushing team members that the blood on the shirt on his chest was not his own.

It never occurred to him that Oliver was a mutant.

Not to mention that Oliver would reveal his ability in front of him, and Hotch also subconsciously concealed his mutant identity for him.

As for why, Hotch can only say that when he saw those lake-green eyes filled with tears, it wasn't the mist that was usually fogged up due to various physiological reasons, but real tears.

It was a winter forest carrying a storm, and the blue-green evergreens that never withered and turned yellow were falling in the pouring rain.

Hotch admits he relented.

He didn't want others to see Oliver's injured and vulnerable appearance.

He also didn't want himself to see such painful eyes for various reasons.

When Hotch learned the news that Mark had been arrested from Morgan and Prentiss who came to the ward.

The first question is, "Where is Oliver?"

"He asked for leave and didn't say where he was going." Morgan and Prentiss looked at each other.

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Oliver quickly fulfilled his promise.

After the case was over, I bought a plane ticket and rushed to New York, X□□ier Gifted Youth Academy.

Before Oliver could knock on the door, Logan had already appeared in front of him.

"The professor said you are here, let me pick you up."

Oliver set off in the middle of the night, and now the sky was clear, and through the iron railings, he could see the garden with light blue mist on the campus, and early risers were walking among the flowers.

The building of this school was converted from another old castle, elegant and luxurious.

Logan walked in front of Oliver, not only because he wanted to lead the way for Oliver, but more importantly, because of his long legs and unstoppable speed.

"Son, you don't look right today." Logan was smoking a cigar.

Oliver knew Logan's real age, so he accepted this "little brat" with peace of mind.

"Have you?" He touched his cheek.

"Where did that sharp-toothed look the other night go?"

"Who knows?" Oliver chuckled.

Logan patted him on the shoulder, "Little brat, I've lived for so many years, what have I never encountered? Any kind of problem can be solved."

Oliver lowered his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his lake green eyes, and the smile on his mouth was a little sincere, "So your cat ear hairstyle is also a problem that can be solved?"

Logan was speechless.

"This is the professor's office, go in."

Just as Oliver was about to knock on the door, the professor's voice appeared in his mind, "Come in."

Oliver's hand paused, and then pushed the door smoothly.

Charles did not sit at the desk, but placed the wheelchair under the window, looking sideways at the scenery outside the window.

He turned his head and gave Oliver a friendly smile, "Sit down, please."

Oliver sat in a carved armchair beside him.Rubbing the delicate roses on the armrest, Oliver guessed it was an antique.

"This is the chair my ancestors made when they arrived on the American continent."

Oliver sat upright anxiously, it was really an antique that was hundreds of years old.

"Relax, my friend. I think you just came to chat with me, didn't you?"

"Oliver, do you mind if I call you that?"

"Please feel free."

"Okay, Oliver, you can just call me Charles. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Oliver looked up at the young man in the wheelchair. Charles looked only in his thirties, but his gentle and tolerant temperament always made him a wise elder and mentor.

The actual age Oliver wants to teach will be much older than it looks.After all, mutants live much longer than normal humans.

Seeing that Oliver was silent, Charles didn't continue to stare at him to put pressure on him, and continued to cast his gaze out of the window. The morning light shone into his starry eyes.

Birds chirping and children's noises came from outside the window, making this quiet room look like a world.

Charles started the conversation for Oliver, "Has Mark's matter been resolved?"

"Well," Oliver nodded, "it's a perfect solution."

"Then what else bothers you?"

"What is the attitude of ordinary people towards mutants?"

"Everyone's different," Charles said. "Has anyone found out you're a mutant?"

"Yes." Oliver raised his head with a clear expression.

"You don't want him to know?"