[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Even in January in the northern hemisphere, the temperature in the valley can only be considered mild, but the river water is different, the sky is cloudless, and the fog that is always lingering in the valley blocks part of the sunlight.When the light shines on the skin, there is no sharp heat, but it is like steam in a water furnace, covering the surface of the skin and water with sultry heat.

But deeper in the water, those whirlpools are always icy cold.

Oliver jumped down following Bond's figure. When the pursuers rushed to the cliff, they could only see two eye-catching splashes and silvery white foam in the rushing river.

The leader fired a few shots downwards, and the river was still surging forward, without the expected red color of blood floating up. "Notify Group B under Yamashita."

The river was deep enough that the two of them fell straight into the water like cannonballs, but they hadn't touched the bottom of the river yet.

The moment he touched the surface of the water, Oliver closed his eyes and held his breath until the water surrounded all his senses, and he tried to open his eyes.

The bottom of the river is densely covered with small stones and the aquatic plants are very lush. Oliver stroked the water a few times with his arms and floated up for a certain distance to avoid getting his feet entangled by the aquatic plants.The world in the water was blue-green, and the slender freshwater fish flicked their tails and fled away before Oliver opened his eyes.

There were only beams of light from the sun and a green shadow in the water in his sight, and he didn't see the figure of Bond who jumped off the cliff with him.

Bond fell into the water before him and should have been carried forward by the current.

Oliver picked up a wooden stake that was entangled in water plants. It should have fallen into the water recently, and the stake that was entangled in water plants and did not float to the surface was not completely soaked in water.

Oliver floated to the surface of the water by the buoyancy of the stake, wiped the splash on his face, turned his head to look at the cliff behind him, and could only see the bright sun hanging on the top, and the pursuers had already left.

In order to reduce the weight, he threw all the metal objects such as pens and car keys that he carried with him into the river. He didn’t know when he dropped them. Oliver hugged the driftwood and let the current carry him forward .

Thanks to the river, although the flow is fast, there are no huge drops and sharp rocks protruding from the water.

After drifting away for a certain distance, the sound of the water was repeated monotonously. The speed of the water flow gradually slowed down, and the river channel widened. Oliver let go of the wood and swam towards the shoal.

Maybe it's because of the slowing down of the water. The water here is greener, and it's impossible to see clearly at the bottom. This makes Oliver feel ominous, even though he has found Bond who has lost contact.

Bond is floating in the water, but if you look closely, you will find that he is not flowing forward with the river, but is standing there, watching the river ahead, or waiting for something.

Bond heard the sound of Oliver paddling, turned his head and didn't say a word, but put his index finger in front of his mouth and gestured for silence.

Oliver swam through with minimal arm swings.

Bond glanced at him calmly, and motioned him to look at the river beach with his eyes, where there was a section of crocodile tail.

It seemed that this was the river they had passed on their way up the mountain.

Bond lowered his voice, "We're lucky, there are only two here, and one has submerged. We're going ashore, we can't swim them in the water."

Oliver looked down at the ripples on the surface of the water, and said, "Go around behind me. I need to get rid of the one in front of me first."

Bond nodded and did not refuse. When he left his position and swam behind Oliver, the ripples in front of Oliver's eyes suddenly became denser, and something underwater was moving. It was the crocodile that had dived into the water and was lying in wait.

Oliver's ability should theoretically work on all animals, but in practice it can only work on humans.

He can only deal with the crocodile in front of him with the remaining weapons on his body.

A blade popped out from the toe of the oxford shoe, and Oliver could feel the rough, uneven skin of the crocodile brush against his calf, and now he just had to lift his foot up and kick the crocodile's belly, where the soft skin could easily be cut by the blade, deadly. The neurotoxin will flow quickly through the blood of this ugly behemoth.

Bond had already rushed to the other side quickly, the water surface in front of Oliver was stained with a layer of rust red, the crocodile was fighting back desperately, which made the blood flow more violently, and was carried away by the water in strands.

The tail of the crocodile on the bank of the river disappeared, and another crocodile quickly sank into the water. Bond's gun was reloaded. It may have scratched the skin a bit, the crocodile's movements are even more brutal, rampaging in the water.

The crocodile whose stomach was ripped open by Oliver is still struggling desperately. The neurotoxin produced by Kingsman is aimed at the human body, and now it works slower on the crocodile. The crocodile opened its pink-white mouth wide. The whole head rushed out of the water, Oliver hooked its snout with his hands, turned the crocodile over, and pressed it back into the water, causing a large splash of water, and hooked the crocodile's neck tightly with both arms.

The smell of blood drifted far away, but the area where Oliver was located had the strongest smell. The other crocodile did not swim in the direction of Bond who attacked it, but rushed towards the source of the smell of blood.

Halfway through, the crocodile, which was held by Bond's hind legs, swayed from side to side and tried to break free, but bumped into Bond's hand holding the gun, and then flew to the other side.

Bond's cock was caught by Oliver, and the crocodile he had wrapped around with one arm hadn't given up struggling, and Oliver, who happened to be holding the weapon, pulled the trigger, intending to end the animal's life.

But the expected gunshot did not come. Oliver made sure that he weighed the gun when he received it. There were still three bullets left. He ruled out in his mind that the gun configured by the mi6 agent would fail after entering the water. In an unreliable situation, he quickly glanced at the trigger.

"Go to tmd," Oliver couldn't help but swear, "Go to tmd for fingerprint verification!"

If you drop your gun and the enemy picks up the weapon during the fight with the enemy, and there is fingerprint verification at this time, then congratulations, you can take advantage of the time when the enemy pulls the trigger but can’t shoot the bullet. ; But if your teammate receives your gun that requires fingerprint verification at a critical moment, besides swearing, what else can he say?

Oliver threw the pistol back to Bond, let go of the twitching crocodile in his hand, and rolled over on the crocodile's back, avoiding the swift charge of another crocodile.

He dived into the water and dissipated the bloody smell as quickly as possible.

Bond held his gun again, and shot at the crocodile whose head was out of the water and biting the corpse of its own kind. It hit the brain, and the blood and waves rolled together into a small vortex.

After Oliver swam ashore, he pulled a reed and tied up his loose long hair.

He turned his head and glanced at the penis that Bond put back on his waist after following him ashore, and sighed in pain.

"How do we go now?" Oliver asked.

Bond tapped his earphones, "Q show us the way."

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Q guided the way in the headset and took the two to a small market.

"Turn left now," Q said. "Run, the drone sees someone chasing you."

This small bazaar is located in a backward mountainous area, with only horse-drawn carriages or rickshaws for transportation. The roadside stalls sell only some vegetables and fruits. At most, you can see a few bulky TVs of the last century. Circle of people.

The car driven by Poppy Adams' pursuer stands out here.

"Now there is a warehouse on your right, open the small door and go in."

Oliver saw that the warehouse door was locked, and he was about to get something to unlock it. Mr. Bond flew up and kicked the wooden door panel.

Oliver was speechless for a moment, such a talent should really come to BAU to kick the door.

Entering through the small door, a dirty dust cloth can be seen covering a huge piece in the middle of the room.

"What did you have for us? Q." Bond asked. "Tanks from the last century?"

"It's about the same as a tank," Q said in the headset, "but an advanced product of this century."

The sound insulation effect of the thin earth wall was not good. The two heard hurried footsteps in the alley, and a bullet had already hit the door frame, causing a burst of smoke and dust.

"Get in the car right away," Q said. There is a rolling shutter door in the warehouse, but it is too late to open it now. "After getting in the car, turn left and go straight along the road."

"But it's a wall." Oliver couldn't believe it, and Q tuned the channel to Oliver's headphones.

"This is the shortest route." Q is unquestionable, even though his voice is still so gentle.

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer. The dense bullets punched several holes in the dirt wall. Oliver and Bond each flashed to the two sides of the car. The light shone through the bullet holes, and the dust floating in the air could be seen.

Unable to care so much, Oliver pulled off the dust cloth, opened the car door and sat in.

"Driving now, turn left, we're going to hit a wall."

"God bless," Oliver gripped the steering wheel. It was obviously a British car, and the driver's seat was on the right side. Oliver, who was used to driving on the left side, didn't notice this. He opened the door and found himself in the driver's seat.

The driver's seat is the driver's seat. Anyway, his driving skills are not too bad, and they were all practiced when BAU was chasing fugitives.

Twisting the steering wheel to control the sports car to turn directly on the spot, Bond suddenly lost his balance and held on to the window glass.

The electronic screen on one side shows the structure of the vehicle, and the red dot on the rear indicates that the bullet is hitting the rear compartment, and the pursuers rushed in. Oliver also arched his back at this moment, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the sports car towards that face earth wall.

The chasing soldiers ran in, and almost chased to the rear of the car in the few seconds before the sports car was fully accelerated.

The earth wall hit by the front of the car shattered, and the sun shone in. The pursuers were pushed to the ground by the sun and the clods, and the ground was in a mess.

After his eyes adjusted to the harsh sunlight, Oliver saw the street in front of him clearly, his pupils dilated unnaturally in an attempt to get more light to see the scene in front of him clearly.

It's a straight road for whatever?

Most of the low-rise houses have only one floor, and a few have two or three floors. They are scattered high and low, and the foundations do not follow a straight line. Some are protruding and some are concave, just like a river with nine bends and eighteen bends.

Not to mention this bustling market, the sun-tanned locals sat on the stalls on both sides. They were obviously taken aback by the sudden rush of steel giants, and the customers standing in front of the stall stepped on their feet. The merchant's stall hid in the back, shouting and cursing.

The stalls not only sold vegetables and fruits, but also fresh poultry. When Oliver had to step on the brakes suddenly because a pig broke free from the rope in the middle of the road, the whole person hit the steering wheel, and an old hen It flapped its wings and stepped over the windshield, leaving a few flying chicken feathers on the hood of the car.

This is also the reason why he can't use the transformation ability on a large scale here. He has only tried large-scale control twice. Oliver can't guarantee how precise his control is, only attacking the enemy and not harming ordinary people.

The second is that he does not want large-scale applications of mutant abilities to appear in front of ordinary people. The conflict between mutants and ordinary people has never been resolved. Powerful power will not make them worship more fear and hatred. Same here.

There is another point that Oliver himself may not be aware of. He is now a little afraid of this ability. This ability seems to be a bug in human society.An overly powerful ability to put people in a controlling position will breed the dark side of people. He has seen too many such examples before he admits the power of power in the superficial consciousness, but keeps resisting it in the subconscious.

After speeding up again, the twisted road made him have to keep controlling the steering wheel to make small left and right turns. The current situation does not seem to be the most terrifying for the pursuers behind him. What is scary is the chaotic road. Oliver guessed that the wheels are now It must have been covered with green vegetable leaves and eggshells.

When passing a two-story building, Oliver scraped the wall uncontrollably in order to avoid bullets.

The chilling sound of rubbing was not blocked by the window glass, Oliver's nails scratched the surface of the steering wheel, he frowned and tried to control the muscles of his eyes to take every detail of the road into his eyes.

But he still didn't pay attention to the things on the roof. For example, the owner's house of the wall that was hit just now seems to be under construction. There was a bucket of black paint on the balcony without railings. It hit the roof of the car.

The black paint was blown everywhere by the wind blowing across the street and onto the streamlined body, even onto the windshield.

Oliver turned on the wipers, but only made the painted area bigger.This sports car, which was originally painted in silver and white, has now been painted into an irregular black post-modern artwork.

Oliver slammed his head on the steering wheel and said to Bond, "Before we go, Q asked me to tell you not to damage the weapon this time, but now it seems that I was the one who damaged the weapon."

Bond smiled indifferently, he was used to his destructive power.

"It's not that much." A familiar voice cut in, "It's just a little stain, just go back and clean it up. If we let Bond drive this car, we can't even drag the wreckage back. His mission success rate It is the highest, and the mission budget is also the highest, because every mission he almost destroys a sports car, plus various weapons."

Oliver looked back, and Q was sitting on the back seat with his laptop in his arms, completely unaffected by the shaking car body. He seemed to have noticed Oliver's gaze, and he raised his head and pushed his black-rimmed glasses.

Q wore only a shirt and knitted vest, looking like a fresh out of college.He calmly said to Oliver: "Watch the road, you are going to hit the house."

Oliver turned his head, and there was a wall facing him. He quickly turned the steering wheel in the other direction, but the rear of the drifting car crashed into the wall, leaving flowing black tire marks on the ground. Yellowish smoke and dust rose in the air, only the silver car body was unscathed.

He used his transformation ability to calm his beating heart. It was really exciting to go on a mission with this world-famous agent.

After returning, he must donate more money to charities in Southeast Asia.

Bond opened the car window and shot backwards while the car was running at high speed, and dealt with several pursuers on motorcycles, but the gun's bullets could not withstand consumption, and he quickly closed the window and sat back.

"Mr. Bond, please tell me, why do you let the military supplies as logistics participate in field missions?"

Q doesn't seem to have any fighting power at all. No, it should be said that Oliver just checked it with his abilities. This slender quartermaster really has no fighting power.

"I've been on field missions with him," Bond said, playing with his empty pistol. "That mission was a success, and I was able to protect him in the field, which was a lot easier."

"Okay." Oliver doesn't want to talk now, so it's convenient for you to cultivate your relationship, right?

"You may turn now, Mr. Williams. Turn right."

The members of the Golden Circle who have lost the soul of Poppy Adams are just ordinary drug trafficking organizations after all, and their siege and interception sections are of little use to mi6's technology. After Oliver drove the sports car out of the wild market under the command of Q, he rushed into the forest and knocked down a coconut tree. On the way, several huge coconuts fell down and left circular marks on the windshield. .

Don't get me wrong, this weight can't break the windshield, which can protect against rocket launchers, but the coconut skin lines are left on the black paint that has just been pasted on the windshield and has not yet dried.

In any case, when Q asked Oliver to drive the car into the sea, Oliver refused in his heart.But he still had to do it.

This sports car can change the wheels into paddles to push the car forward in the water. At the same time, the car is also equipped with a complete oxygen system, which is enough for the three to find the secret base of mi6 here and fly back to the UK.

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It was already midnight when the plane landed in England and Oliver rushed back to Joyner Manor.

On the plane, Lim told Oliver that the antidote had been distributed all over the world, and Oliver said that he successfully completed the task and everything was safe.

The snow has not melted, and the moon has not come out. There is no light on any window in Joyner Manor, only the street lamps in the garden are shining with cold white light, which is particularly eye-catching in the dark field, like a calm harbor on the dark sea with dark tides. .

The doorman knew the young master of Joyner's family and opened the door for him. Oliver asked him not to inform the family now, let them have a good night's rest, and refused the doorman's suggestion to bring him a blanket.

After getting up from the river in Cambodia, he hasn’t changed his clothes. The body temperature has dried most of the moisture on his body, but it is still sticky and wet, which is very uncomfortable. In the subtropical region, he only wears a shirt and a suit. Well, Oliver didn't put on his coat when he returned to England, he just wanted to come back quickly.

Gently pushed open the door, slipped through the dark corridor, only the voice-activated lights turned on as usual.

Oliver pushed open the door of his room, there was still light here, the curtains were drawn, Hotch sat on the edge of the bed in his pajamas, turned on a small desk lamp, and read the book in his hand under the soft light.

All was quiet and peaceful, and Hotch, with his black hair and brown eyes, looked wise and composed.Unlike other colors, there are always bright or sharp emotions in it.

"What book are you reading?" Oliver went to the bed and squatted down.

"An Anthology of Shakespeare," Hotch replied, showing Oliver the cover of the closed book, "the bicentennial edition from your grandfather's collection."

Hotch raised his hand to rub Oliver's hair, feeling cold wetness under his hand.

"You need to take a hot shower." Hotch patted him on the back.

Oliver rushed over and hugged Hotch's waist, "I don't want to move."

Hotch's pajamas touched the skin with all the wet water stains on his body, making people shiver with coolness.

"I know you don't have a cold, but you have to go, it's uncomfortable."

Oliver didn't refuse, just put his head on Hotch's waist, but didn't move either.The surroundings were silent, and even the falling snow didn't bother me tonight, only the temperature and soft touch touched my nerves, and I fell into a safe and comfortable cloud.

Hotch couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to lift the quilt to pick up the large pendant, and carried it into the bathroom that came with the bedroom.Fill the bathtub with water, adjust the water temperature, and then throw the big golden retriever who doesn't even bother to open his eyes naked into the water.

"Read to me, Aaron." Oliver held Hotch by the hem of his clothes, and leaned against the bathtub with his eyes closed, shrinking down.

When Hotch was thinking about whether to agree, the water had already submerged his forehead, Hotch tore off the reed strips that had shrunk to the end of his hair, and the blond hair spread out smoothly, floating in the water like the best silk, translucent, But that doesn't hide the fact that he buried himself in the water.

Hotch was taken aback and pulled him out quickly, "I'll read it to you and watch you before you drown yourself in the water."

Oliver opened his eyes and smiled, and tapped the edge of the bathtub with his fingertips regularly, "I don't like such an aggrieved way to die."