[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Chapter 154 Choice 7

Tom opened his mouth, surprised at the sudden question.And Oliver didn't look away at all.

He had no choice but to raise his head and cover his face with the palms of his hands, sighed, and combed all his hair back with his fingers upward. Tom stood up and left the chair next to Oliver, and collapsed on the couch opposite the desk, with one foot on the sofa and one hanging down, his tie was on one side. Son.

Oliver temporarily turned off the microphone and camera of the video radio, and sent a text message to Reid and Rossi, asking them to wait a while.

"Do I look that nervous?" Tom looked at the ceiling.

"For me, yes." Oliver chuckled, "Been tricked by Moriaty?"

"I guess." Tom grunted.

"After I cheated Arnold last time, I introduced him to a psychiatrist, but he refused, but you can't be bitten by a snake once and be afraid of well ropes for ten years. Tom, do you need a psychiatrist?"

"No thanks, I'm fine." Tom relaxed a little.

"Don't look like an eleven or twelve-year-old rebellious child, okay? I don't want you to call me dad."

"So I won't either." Tom didn't even want to turn his head and stare at Oliver. He just expressed his dissatisfaction in his tone, and grabbed a pillow and threw it over Oliver.

A pillow stuffed with feathers isn't painful even if it hits the bridge of your nose.So Oliver just continued to laugh lowly, and caught the pillow that hit his face and was about to fall. A smell of tobacco permeated the pillow and did not dissipate.

"It's been so long and you're still as violent as ever, which is not good, Tommy."

Where Tom couldn't see, Oliver's smile was gradually cooled by the pillow, and he couldn't see clearly with his eyes closed.But the tight lip line and stiff jaw all showed his dignity.

Something is wrong with Tom.Putting aside the sudden surge of adrenaline and heartbeat when he heard the name Moriaty; the Tom that Oliver knew, after he asked that he didn't want him to be called Dad, Tom's reaction should never be Hit back directly.Still scratching his paw like a cat coquettishly, Tom will only look helplessly and desperately at Oliver who started running the train with his mouth full, maybe I should add one more sentence, I think I am your father.It shouldn't be in such a desperate state as it is now.

Before, when Miller mentioned that Oliver always bullied Tom, Tom's reaction was a little pleasant to Oliver at the time, but thinking about it now, it was really abnormal, as if Tom only knew the result of this incident, he didn't know During the whole process of the incident, there is no way to mobilize emotions to respond to the topic.

At first, Oliver couldn't write the report, so he gave the report to Tom. Later, he probably knew how to write it, but he still handed over the work to his American colleague Tom Hessler, who had a long way to go.Unable to refuse, Tom had no choice but to help Oliver write the report for six years.Sometimes he complains like nothing, which is perfectly normal.

Now, Tom's 'So should I say thank you? 'It looks weird.

Back to Tom's nervousness about the name Moriaty. Oliver wondered if Moriaty had already reached out to the CIA.He was a little hesitant. Moriaty's personal ability was not great enough to grasp the situation, but it was not surprising that there were a few or a lot of informants among them.

But Tom looked like a completely different person. Oliver didn't think Tom was too smart or too stupid.

He wouldn't rely on this barely noticeable difference to tell Oliver that he was being controlled without the eyes of people behind the scenes, nor would he be so stupid as to do such a poor job undercover.

if so……

"Tom," Oliver said, throwing the pillow back on the couch, drawing Tom's attention, "I thought maybe Moriaty wasn't dead."

Tom's shoulders trembled, and his whole body was a little stiff.It's not the kind of stiffness that is frightened, but the stiffness that when you need to work hard to control yourself, control your body but can't get the essence of this task, so that you tremble and don't know what to do.

"It's really unpleasant news," he said, "but how can you survive with a shot in the head?"

"Who knows," Oliver shrugged and wanted to look out of the window, but when his eyes touched the curtains, he found that there was no gap left in the curtains. "Maybe he was healed by a wizard, and that's England."

"Did you get the letter from the owl when you were 11, Boy Who Lived?"

"I don't wear glasses." Oliver said, standing up and walking towards Tom.

Tom had turned his face to the back of the couch from the start, refusing to show his face, and Oliver could only poke his cheekbones with his fingers.

"Do you still remember the cat I picked up when we were on a business trip to New York? It's called kitty. You said you were allergic to cat fur and you didn't even want to hug it. But I think you look like it now. Put your head in your paws, and shake your ears."

Tom couldn't help turning his head around, Oliver squeezed Tom's cheeks, leaving two red finger marks

"Hey! What are you doing?" Tom's eyes were covered with physiological water stains. He looked at Oliver, who was smiling and malicious, and slapped the villain's hand away.

"Seriously, you look like Kitty, have fun with your ball of yarn, kitty."

After Oliver turned back to the desk, he was not in a hurry to restart the video call. Instead, he clasped his hands behind his back and watched the various badges and award certificates that Miller put in the bookcase. The reflection reflected the expression on Oliver's face, and he had to control his expression while thinking.

Oliver had seen Natasha's high-tech mask, and he'd thought about that too, but Tom's face was real, judging from the skin he'd just touched.

A few years ago, Oliver didn't have complete control over his abilities, and he couldn't analyze a person's DNA sequence as accurately as he does now, but generally speaking, the information fed back to him by this body showed that this person was indeed Tom.

But that didn't dispel Oliver's suspicions.

Tom couldn't sit still, "I'm going out for a while, I'll be back soon."

"Hmm." Oliver replied casually, not intending to put too much pressure on him.

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Tom returned to his office and opened the locked drawer, took out an old-fashioned flip phone, and pressed the number 1 to make a call.

"I feel like Oliver Williams might have found something."

A few voices came from the opposite side, and it was difficult to hear the content intermittently. Only Tom's voice could be heard, echoing in this strange office.He anxiously described Oliver's problem.

"Do you remember what your mission is?" The words on the other side were finally clear.

"Take the target person to the designated location."

"Yes, since you know, then always remember, this is your mission, your only mission, don't let the organization down."

The human voice released through the old mobile phone has been distorted, with a very heavy electromagnetic sound.

The phone was hung up, and there was only a suffocating busy tone. Tom held the phone and slid to the ground with his back against the wall. His knees were bent, his legs were spread, and his forehead was buried on the ground.

Why?What's the point?

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Miller returned to the office, Tom hadn't come back, leaving Oliver alone in front of his bookcase.

Oliver turned to look at him when he heard the footsteps, and Miller nodded in response.

Oliver opened a door of the bookcase and took out a small gold and red badge from inside. The name engraved on it was not Miller. "You put it so prominently. Still thinking of Stella?"

Miller was startled, then walked over slowly, and answered, "I can't forget."

"Is she okay?"

"There are flowers that bloom forever, evergreen pine trees, white doves wearing black veils, sleeping with her, there will never be sorrow."

Stella used to be an agent under Miller. During a mission, she was raped and raped to death by the enemy, and her body was set on fire. When Oliver found her, there were only bones and burnt marks that could not be seen. , which was one of his few field assignments. Before Miller found her, he saw her suicide note. Stella thought it was a journey with no return at the beginning, and she hoped that Miller could do something for her.

For example, she concealed the news of her death, only saying that she was seriously injured and became a vegetable during the mission, and the pension allocated by the federal government was actually used on Stella's younger sister who became a real vegetable in her early years.

This is an obvious violation, but Miller couldn't bear to refuse. Stella's wish was not written into any file report, and no third person except Oliver knew about it. After all, Stella and her identical twin sister So similar, no one will doubt the innocence of a heroic woman who died for her country.

Therefore, Stella did not hold a funeral, but Oliver and Miller found a good cemetery for her to bury her set of clothes and gun, and her sister's name was engraved on the tombstone.

Oliver was silent, and put the badge back.

Tom pushed the door open and came in at this moment, just in time to see Miller, "Is there any result?"

"Satellites have been used to search. The order to send the drone is still under discussion, but I think it should be fine."

"Would you like some coffee?" Oliver asked abruptly, not basking in the slightly sad vibe Miller gave off.

Tom was the first to react, "I remember you didn't drink coffee or tea before."

"You can try it now," Oliver said, taking the empty glass that was on Miller's desk, and asked Tom, "Is your glass still in its original place? I'll get yours, and then Get yourself a disposable paper cup and hope the coffee machine doesn't get too hot."