[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Chapter 150 Choice 3

"Don't stand there in a daze," Miller patted Oliver on the back, "Take care of the wound on the head, you know where the medicine kit is."

Oliver found a white medicine box in the cabinet, wiped off the blood on his cheeks with alcohol-soaked gauze, and the wound on his forehead had been repaired without any trace.

Miller looked up at him, took out a Band-Aid and pressed it on his forehead, facing Oliver's puzzled eyes, he said, "Not everyone knows your mutant identity."

Oh, Oliver remembered the expression on the jaws of the people outside when he followed Miller into the office with blood on his face just now.

"Thank you." Oliver sat on his familiar sofa, "You have hardly changed here."

"You haven't been away for too long, how can this place change?"

Oliver sighed, "But I've changed jobs three times. Tell me about Arnold's situation.

"You call Blunkett by his Christian name."

"Any questions?"

"Looking at his appearance, I thought you two were not quite right."

"There is no conflict between being wrong and calling him by his Christian name, I think, and we are just one-sidedly wrong. Did he disappear in the country?"

"No, he was on a mission in the Mediterranean and we lost track of him on the way back from the mission."

"Plane or ship?"

"The bureau arranged for him to take a ferry to northern Sudan, where he returned to the country by plane. He disappeared at sea, and the information given by the staff on board was that he disappeared suddenly."

"Arranged by the bureau? Is this task a leapfrog order?" Oliver found that Miller didn't know much about the situation.

"Yes, Tom's recent follow-up activity is also a leapfrog name calling him to follow."

"What about you? I remember you seldom leave your native land."

Miller glanced at him, "I know what you're trying to say, but this isn't the result of factionalism. I rarely travel abroad, but Tom and Blunkett's assignments fall into the normal category, and I have only two other agents besides them. A new agent - named Kandy, you may not know him, is sent abroad. They have different positions and basically have no connection with each other. And the agent Ross who came to arrest you, he belongs to the Lipai, it doesn't give them an advantage."

"Okay," Oliver rested his palm on the arm of the sofa, resting his fingertips on his forehead, looking at the strangely clean woolen carpet in the room in thought. Did Miller use a hand-held depiller to suck the fuzz off the top?Or does someone come to clean it up for him?

One of his thoughts was temporarily cut off, "Arnold disappeared on the boat. Have you searched for the body in that area?"

"Contacted with law enforcement officers in the area, and several bodies were recovered, but none of them were Blunkett."

"Wait, in this situation where no one is alive and no one is dead, why did you arrest me because of a little friction between me and him?"

And look at the heavily armed SWAT team that Agent Ross brought in.The level of action against him was definitely not low. If it wasn't for Miller's appearance on the screen, he almost thought it was a trap. Although Miller looked abnormal at the time, Oliver did not make extreme moves out of trust.

But when he came to Langley, Miller easily brought him out, but he was not allowed to leave.

"Because we got a letter and it was on my desk. I was out of the country at the time, ink printed, no fingerprints, no DNA traces, it said 'I've found Arnold Blunkett, andyou?— To my sweet little olive.' Not signed."

"Little Olive? Me? I want to see the original."

Miller shook his head, and showed Oliver the screen of his laptop. On it was a picture of the letter. As Miller described, the handwriting was not distinctive, and the sender used the default font of the document. "This paper was detected as high Intensity of nuclear radiation, sent to the laboratory for storage, can not be taken out."

"Andyou? That tone is really strange." Oliver leaned over and zoomed in on the picture.

"Yes, we can neither be sure that you are his accomplice nor that you are his target, so we can only bring you first. Ross didn't understand the full situation, so he may have done something too radical."

"It's quite radical," Oliver wrinkled his nose. Ross didn't handcuff him in the Avengers Building, probably because he was worried that the Avengers would hinder his actions. He already regarded him as a prisoner, not One of the same victims.

"Do you have any enemies?"

"..." Oliver took a deep look at Miller, "A lot."

"Then you will use the name...Little Olive?"

Oliver replied: "I remember a serial killer and I discussed the issue of names, but now he has become a vegetable, lying in the hospital and never waking up."

Miller was silent for a few seconds, and asked seriously, but in a tone that made Oliver a little curious, "What did you do to him?"

Oliver bit his lower lip, "Justifiable self-defense, just self-defense."

Miller automatically replaced Oliver's self-defense with over-defense in his mind.

Oliver looked at Miller's expression and spread his hands, "You know, law enforcement officers have a lot of enemies, although most of them are in prison, or have already gone to hell, but there are still a few who escaped the fishing net little fish."

"Sorry, I have a call." Oliver held down the phone that suddenly vibrated, got up and walked outside, but was stopped by Miller waving.

"Stay here for now, if you don't want me to listen, I'll go out first."

Oliver glanced at the caller, "It's okay, it's Tony Stark's call. HEY, what's wrong with Tony?"

"You ask me what's wrong, what did those damn agents take you to?"

"Watch your adjectives, Tony, I used to be the damn agent because of what you said."

"I haven't forgotten, but you're still in the mood for a joke," Tony said strangely, "how are you doing?"

"Not bad, I'm chatting in my former boss's office right now. It's just a small problem, I'll fix it as soon as possible."

"Well," Tony snorted a few times, "If you need help, tell the Avengers."

"Of course, I don't like to be alone." Oliver said with a smile, "Thank you, Tony."

"Accept your thanks, although I haven't done anything yet."

"Goodbye." Oliver hung up the phone.

"Your new job may be dangerous, but the co-workers are fine," Miller said.

Oliver pulled up a chair and sat across from Miller's desk. "They're all really good, but I still miss the days when I sat in an office and left everything to Tom."

"You're finally willing to admit that you bullied Tom."

"I didn't," Oliver replied quickly and changed the subject, "Speaking of how long it will take for him to arrive, I hope he doesn't disappear along the way."

"He's already on the plane. As long as it doesn't fly into Bermuda or encounter terrorist attacks, he will land safely at the airport soon."

"Can I go and see Arnold Blunkett's office? Tom's coming to call me."

"Okay, but what are you doing?"

"Profiling, a new skill learned at BAU, inferring the case situation through a person's daily habits. I don't know if it's useful here, but I have to try it. Seeing that we have almost no clues now, that email... Let me think again, I know someone who might call me that, and he's capable of that, but... he's dead. I can only start with Arnold's point"

Nobodynocase, that's not what the building says.The disappearance is enough to say a lot of things.

"Go, do you know the way?"

"I haven't forgotten."

Oliver found the elevator familiarly. It was really rare that no other passengers came in this elevator.

The elevator is fully enclosed, not the flamboyant S.H.I.E.L.D. style with three sides covered with glass, but three very ordinary metal walls, with electronic screens and speakers installed on both sides to send various notifications.

The screen turned on, and Oliver looked at the changing floor numbers and didn't pay much attention until there was a sound mixed with the screen. Normally, the stereo would not be turned on.

"Hi, handsome boy, I have a gift for you, oh no, it should be two." Oliver touched the goosebump on his arm, has the CIA system been hacked?How could such a damn thing be posted?He couldn't control his curiosity and looked at the screen, and the smile in his eyes disappeared instantly.

Moriaty's exaggerated comedian-like face occupies most of the screen, against a white wall in the background and no location to be seen.He just said a word, and then there was a pause of about ten seconds in this creepy-smiling scene.The screen was switched from white light to dark blue light.

With the screens on the left and right, Oliver had to turn his head quickly to take care of both videos at the same time.

The video to Oliver's left shows a man sitting in a chair with a sack over his head and his hands bound behind the chair, and next to him are several bearded black or white men with guns and guns in their hands. Knife, he seems to be in the captain's cabin of a ship, the background is a large piece of glass and the boundless sea outside the window.

The sack on this man's head was thrown off at once, and the huge force made him fall back, and his head hit the back of the chair.

It's Arnold Blunkett!

Oliver stared closely at the man on the screen. He was in a very bad state, his exposed face was blue and blue, and he was unconscious. A strong man beside him put a knife on his neck.

Turning his head to look at the person who appeared on another screen, Oliver was even more surprised, it was Emily Prentiss!

The place where she is is a warehouse, the light is very dark, only an incandescent lamp that has fallen from a wire provides some light, a thin middle-aged man gave her a slap, and Emily, who was also tied to a chair, bowed her waist Looking down, Oliver could see her shoulders trembling.

"You cousin!" the man roared.

Oliver hasn't completely lost his mind due to the shock and worry for the time being. This man's accent has an Irish accent, his skin is pale, and he hasn't seen the sun for a long time.

The elevator door opened but no one came in. This is the floor Oliver pressed, and he should have walked out.