[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

William's bruised face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and Ivan raised his head and hit William's nose hard.

The man screamed, but William didn't let go of Ivan, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he ruthlessly pinched Ivan's still-recovered wrist.

Ivan snorted, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he grabbed William's neck with his intact hand.

Ann yelled, and quickly lent his energy to Ivan.

William didn't care about the strength of Ivan's neck, but Ivan's sudden strength made him unable to breathe.

Almost subconsciously, William also grabbed Ivan's neck, and now it became a battle to see who would die first.

When Steve arrived, what he saw was William and Ivan choking each other's necks, both of them looked like they were about to suffocate.

When Ivan felt that his vision had begun to blur, William was suddenly pulled up.Ivan, who was suddenly able to breathe freely, first coughed twice violently, and then took two quick breaths.

"Are you okay?" Steve looked at Ivan.

"I'm fine," Ivan looked hoarsely at Steve, "Why are you here?"

"Something," Steve said, "let's find someone, who is this guy?"

Steve twisted William's arm, preventing Willem from escaping.

Ivan touched his neck, then looked at William.

"A fugitive from Washington," Ivan replied to Steve, "he killed a lot of people."

Ivan touched his pocket, but couldn't find his phone, so he turned to look at William.

"Where's my phone?"

William obviously didn't intend to cooperate friendlyly, he grinned at Ivan with a deadpan smile.

"What do you think?" William said.

Ivan obviously didn't intend to guess, he picked up the glass ashtray that was set aside, and threw it at William.

Steve moved his wrist, subconsciously intending to stop Ivan's behavior.Before he could make a move, William yelled.

"In the kitchen!" William stared at Ivan with wide-eyed eyes. He never expected that Ivan would strike at the slightest disagreement.

Ivan raised his eyelids and gave William a cold look, then threw the ashtray a few centimeters away from William's head on the sofa, and he limped into the kitchen.

Within a few minutes, Ivan walked out of the kitchen on the phone.

"Okay, I see," Ivan said a few words to the other end of the phone, and then looked at Steve, "Where is this place?"

"Sika Street, Louis Quarter." Steve replied.

Ivan quickly repeated the address, then answered twice hastily, and hung up the phone.

"I called the FBI," Ivan said. "They'll be here in a minute."

As soon as Ivan finished speaking, Tony's voice came from the door.

"Wow," Tony stood at the door and looked at Ivan, "You look really embarrassed, similar to the last time we met."

"He's really right," An agreed with Tony. "Every time you see them, it's in strange circumstances. It's really..."

Ann's words stopped abruptly, Strange and the others appeared behind Tony, and Loki and Ivan met their eyes.

Although Loki no longer looks like a child, Ivan can still find similarities from his face just by looking at his appearance.

Ivan looked away expressionlessly, and looked down at his mobile phone.

Not long after, sirens sounded in the distance. Ivan looked through the window and saw that it was an FBI police car.

"The FBI is here."

At seven o'clock in the evening, some FBI agents were working overtime conscientiously.

Ivan was sitting at the door of the interrogation room, a hand was stretched out in front of him, and a steaming cup of coffee was handed over.

"Have some coffee." Steve sat next to Ivan.

"Thank you," Ivan took the coffee. He took a sip of the coffee, then turned his head slightly to look at Steve, "Sorry, I didn't finish dinner today."

Steve smiled, and he looked at the young man beside him.

"Don't worry," Steve said, "we can eat tomorrow, and to be honest, I'm very interested in the Chinese restaurant you picked."

"I went there once," Ivan said. "The food they make is very authentic, and I think it tastes really good."

"I'm looking forward to it," Steve reached out to straighten the young man's messy hair, "As long as you don't get kidnapped again tomorrow, we can have dinner."

Ivan hooked the corner of his mouth, and before he could say anything, the door of the interrogation room opened, and Will came out.

"Ivan," Will said to Ivan, "can I talk to you?"

Ivan stood up and leaned on the crutches that Tony sent temporarily, and he smiled at Steve.

"Excuse me," Ivan said, "I'm going to talk to Agent Graham about something."

"Be careful of your injuries." Steve warned.

Ivan followed Will, and the two of them walked to the stairwell, which was empty and empty.

"He admitted the crime very readily," Will said, "but, he said he first met you at the amusement park, and he said he didn't meet Hannibal in New York."

"He's lying," Ivan said. "I read his memory. He knew Hannibal Lecter."

"And," Ivan took out his phone and called up the photo he had just asked John to send, "This is a photo of him meeting Hannibal Lecter."

Will looked at the photo. In the photo, Hannibal and William were talking about something, they looked like they had known each other for a long time.

"I want to know," Will's voice sounded dry, "what exactly did you see in Hannibal's memory."

"I don't think you want to know," Ivan said, "It's a frightening memory. To Hannibal Lecter, the people he killed were just livestock. He didn't even have sympathy for those people. Pass."

"Agent Graham," Ivan looked at Will, "I really think you should talk to Abigail, or ask the Baltimore agent to talk to her."

Will was silent for a short while: "I asked the FBI in Baltimore to help me check the phone records of Garrett Jacob Hobbs' work place. On the day I shot him dead, that office dialed a number .Although I can't find out who I called, but the time is consistent with the time Hobbs received the call."

"You've already made up your mind, haven't you? Agent Graham." Ivan said.

"I'll ask the guy who was caught just now," Will pushed open the door in the stairwell, "I'll also ask my colleague to talk to Abigail."

"By the way," Ivan said suddenly, and stopped Will who was about to leave, "It's about me being a mutant and my abilities."

Ivan looked at Will: "Can you keep it secret for me? You know, mutants are not that popular now, and I don't really want my friends to know that I can read memories."

"Of course," Will nodded, "I'll keep it a secret for you."

"Thank you."

Ivan and Will left the stairwell, and after a while, a man came down from the upper flight of stairs.

Tony frowned and looked at the empty stairwell, he remembered what Ivan said to himself in the elevator of the Avengers building.

"This is really weird," Tony said. "His ability is to read memories? Then why did he tell me that his ability is strength?"

In the FBI interrogation room, William leaned back on a chair, the door opened, and he glanced at the former FBI named Will Graham.

"You just said you never met Hannibal Lecter in New York?" Will sat across from William.

"I've said it many times," William said, "I know Hannibal Lecter, but that was many years ago. I haven't seen him in New York this time."

"Really," Will looked at William coldly, "Then why did someone take a photo of you meeting Hannibal Lecter at the wine?"

William frowned, and he looked at Will. The monitoring of the wine was just a decoration, and it was impossible for the investigation to detect it.

"Aren't you really going to tell me?" Will said, "We are now looking into the case involving Hannibal Lecter. If you can say something useful, maybe you will have some preferential treatment."

"Are you looking for Hannibal Lecter?" William stared at Will, who suddenly laughed, "Why are you looking for him?"

"I think you should know why we're looking for him," Will said, "We've found something useful."

"You're suspicious of him." William saw the wariness of Hannibal in Wild's eyes, and he laughed softly. "It's really surprising. I finally know why he is so obsessed with you."

William chuckled for a moment, then looked up.

"I can't say much, Detective," William said. "In fact, I know less about him than you think."

"But I can tell you," William leaned back on the chair, "it was Hannibal Lecter who asked me to kill Ivan Byrd. If you want, I can identify him."

"I'll talk to the FBI in Washington," Will said, "and you'll get some favors."

"Detective," William said, staring at Will, "I didn't say these words for preferential treatment. I did this to embarrass Hannibal Lecter. I really hate that guy."

Will glanced at William, then walked out of the interrogation room.

"But I want to remind you, agent." William's voice came over, "You will not succeed, he will not be caught by you, at least not now."

"And," continued William, "Detective, you may never get rid of him, but I hope you will."

Will turned his head, and the man sitting in the interrogation room looked at Will.

"It's true." There was despair in William's smile, "I really hope you can get rid of him, don't be like me."