[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Chapter 148 Choice 1

"You know him?" Tony turned his head and asked, Oliver's expression was still a little dazed, but his eyes became more focused, "A former colleague?"

Oliver didn't speak, stood up and walked over, still holding Kitty in his arms.

"Sorry, you just said..." Detective Ross didn't know why, he had heard the name of the snake, but he was sure he had never seen Oliver.

Oliver had already walked in front of Rose, unconsciously scratching the nape of Kitty's neck hair with his hands, because of the height difference, he looked down at Rose, "I'm really sorry, John,"

He couldn't tell John the truth, "I know it's been a tough time for you since he died, but I'm really sorry. But, ugh..."

Oliver hugged John with open arms, and patted his back comfortingly. Kitty suddenly lost his support and fell on Rose's feet. Rose suffered from pain and twisted his expression, but this hug for unknown reasons made him whole Everyone froze.

If it's a hug expressing goodwill, no problem, he can accept it; but Oliver's movements are full of comfort, who is John?Does he have a son named John?This age is not right.

Kitty screamed and ran away, jumped twice onto Tony's lap, and well, Tony froze too.

"I'm really sorry about Sherlock, but I hope you can come out of this shadow."

Rose finally recovered from his mind full of doubts. He was here to deal with business today. Rose patted Oliver's arm, "Mr. Williams, please let me go, I'm not some John."

Oliver took a step back, tilted his head, and looked at Rose suspiciously.

Ross was finally able to take the ID out of his pocket and showed it to Oliver, "Everett Ross, CIA senior agent, Mr. Williams, you need to come with us."

"why?"

"Mr. Williams, I thought you knew the rules."

Oliver raised his eyebrows, "But I'm not one of those criminals."

"It's about Agent Arnold Blunkett." Rose didn't bother too much.

Oliver blinked his eyes, did he really misplay the mentality of this violent crying boy last time?

"Okay, I'll go with you guys."

"Oliver," Tony picked up kitty and tossed it to Clint, "if you don't want to go, then don't go, you're an Avenger man now."

Oliver waved his hand, "I'm just going to solve a small problem, what's the rush."

Turning to Rose, "Going to the New York office?"

"No, let's go back to the Virginia headquarters. Now go to the airport, the plane is already waiting."

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The chaotic body information at the airport gave Oliver a headache. Rose prepared a special plane and asked him to go ahead. Without thinking too much, he entered the cabin first by pressing his temples.

Ross and two other agents followed behind, entered the cabin and quickly closed the door, and the plane took off abruptly after taxiing for a short distance on the runway.

The dizziness from the tinnitus and the alcohol combined to make Oliver's stomach churn, "Mind if I get a glass of water?"

Agent Ross and the other two agents exchanged glances, gestured a please gesture to Oliver, and pointed to the direction of the tea room.

Oliver walked slowly over a row of seats while shaking a little. The two agents brought by Rose suddenly followed behind him. Oliver didn't pay much attention, but in the next second, they bumped Oliver onto the table from behind. Oliver's hands were handcuffed behind his back with lightning speed.

"What are you doing!" Oliver yelled, his forehead hit the flying table made of red oak. The smell of blood and rust strongly stimulated his chaotic nerves.

"Oliver Williams, you are under arrest in connection with the disappearance of Agent Arnold, Blunkett," Ross announced later.

Oliver straightened up backwards, using the hardness of his shoulder blades to push away the two agents who were holding him down. Captain America's fighting training is not just lip service.

Oliver is very familiar with this type of handcuffs, not the type that are closely connected. There is a chain between the two handcuffs. weapons.

He flew up and kicked one of the detectives away, and the back of the detective hit the cabin heavily, then moved his hands behind his back to the front, and hooked another detective's neck from behind with a chain , No force, he didn't intend to kill.

Just kicked him hard in the hollow of his knee with the toe of a shoe and forced him to kneel in screams. Oliver hooked his neck with the cold chain tightly. Hoarse phlegm.

Rose pointed at him with a gun, and a group of fully armed guards rushed out of the cabin behind him.

No doubt, once Oliver's agent dies, he'll be shot like a sieve.

The blood on the forehead continued to flow down, part of it was blocked by the thick eyebrows and gathered into blood clots, quickly oxidized to reddish brown, printed in the cold blue eyes, and part of it gathered on the sharp-edged chin and dripped down.

The controlled agent felt hot water stains on his eyelids, which stained his sight red, it was blood!He stopped his hoarse growling, trying to suck air into his lungs in fear.

"OliverWilliams, this is an altitude of [-] meters. You have no other place to escape. Let go of the hostages in your hands." Ross raised his gun and approached.

"Hmm, I'm not a criminal," Oliver laughed suddenly, but the smile quickly subsided, "I didn't expect that one day, I would also be able to enjoy the treatment of being escorted to the headquarters in Langley. At [-] meters high, I recently I just learned how to fly an airplane, but I haven't found the time to practice it, are you inviting me, Agent Ross."

"Let go of the hostages in your hands!"

"Oliver." A voice suddenly sounded in Rose's computer, which made Oliver feel familiar.

Rose frowned, as if making a difficult decision, and finally pointed the computer screen at Oliver.The person on the screen is Miller, who seems to be on another plane, but without the high-level treatment of being pointed at a bunch of black holes, he just sits on the seat and talks to the other side.

Miller looked worried, "Oliver, let him go first."

Oliver didn't let go, "What happened?"

"A few small problems, I'm on the plane back home to Virginia, maybe I won't be there until after you, but let him go for now."

"I don't think the current posture seems like a small problem."

Miller closed his eyes and stretched his fingers upwards, trying to explain something, but in the end he clenched his fists and retracted, "In the past, this was just a routine event, but your current status makes this event special. Put it first Let him go and follow Agent Ross back to the headquarters, they won't do anything to you for the time being, just follow the instructions, and I'll come back and explain the rest to you."

"Where's Tom?"

"He's transiting in Alaska and will be back soon."

"For me?"

"Not all," Miller said, "for my agents."

Only then did Oliver remember what Rose said at the beginning, "Arnold is missing."

"Yes, for various reasons, they think you are suspected. I hope you can temporarily cooperate with the investigation."

"Okay." Oliver compromised, trusting Miller is probably like a mother hen, he shook his head, shaking out this strange thought.

Oliver withdrew the chain that was holding the detective's neck. The detective lost his support and fell to the ground. He gasped for breath, hid in the corner with both hands and feet, and stood up slowly while supporting the wall. Seeing Oliver's expression Like hell.

Oliver's eyes were strange, buddy, I just hooked your neck, I didn't stab you a few times, what are you afraid of?

Little did he know that what the agent was thinking was, oh my god, I came back alive from the attack of that snake, and I want to go back and show off to Kandy.

"Williams, put your hands behind your back." Agent Ross continued to point his gun at Oliver.

Oliver obediently complied, and let them change into a pair of ordinary handcuffs of another shape - not so easy for him to use as a weapon.

"Next sit on the chair to your left and don't move or they'll shoot."

After Oliver sat down, Rose put a blindfold on him, "We won't take it off until we reach our destination."

"Can I have a glass of water?" Oliver asked, which was why he stood up.

Ross hasn't put the gun back yet. If Oliver is really related to this case, then he can get a lot of information from here. It's just a glass of water, and he doesn't intend to refuse.

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Oliver was led into a room by someone.

How did he know it was a room?Because after walking through a partition, the temperature inside and outside suddenly changes.

He saw through the gap in the blindfold that the light hitting the floor had turned into a cold blue, and he was pressed on a chair, but the accompanying detectives were not as rough as he had seen before, the handcuffs and the desk The hands are connected to control his range of motion.

This is the first time he has experienced the treatment of suspects, and it has to be said that it is a bit novel.

Ross came in, put the papers and his water glass on the table between two chairs, then went around the table and took off Oliver's blindfold.

The blindfold was soaked, and Rose rubbed the blood on his fingers, "Do you need a doctor?"

"No, the bleeding has stopped." For the sake of Ross and John's two identical faces, Oliver didn't show too bad an attitude.

The long flight also allowed him to overcome the effects of alcohol. He suddenly understood that the reason why he was still troubled by alcohol in the Avengers Building was because the pressure from the outside world was not enough for him.

On that plane, the hostility, vigilance, and panic exuded by the secret service personnel made him extremely restless, and he even brought on such emotions himself, just like when he just mastered the ability.

He tried his best to clear his mind and speed up the decomposition of alcohol according to theoretical analysis, and this time he succeeded.And along the way, he felt desperate for the confrontational behavior he made when he was drunk. He thought he had passed the age of the second disease, but he did not expect to be infected by Lily.

Oliver looked around the entire room. There are some interrogation rooms in the CIA that don't have double-sided mirrors. It just so happens that this is the same. "I've been here before, but I was sitting in your seat at the time."