[Zhongyingmei] That snake

"Where are you now?" Jack vaguely heard the sound of the engine on November's side, "Starling said Lecter escaped."

"I've also received a message. I'm on my way to Wolf Trap now. Lecter will go to Will. How about you?"

"I came from Washington, and Oliver asked me to bring you a document. I don't know the content. You go alone! Are you sure you can beat Lecter?"

"I can't beat you in fighting class, Jack, but Lecter is almost 70 years old, and I'm only 29. Even in terms of strength, I also..."

"You are waiting for me!"

November hung up the conversation, and then threw the mobile phone on the passenger seat and piled it with the pistol/gun.

He can already see the shot of Graham's house on the road, a jeep that November has never seen before parked in front of the house, he stepped on the accelerator, the car accelerated and rushed forward, the pointer on the speed dial trembled swipe right.

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"You shouldn't have come so early." Hannibal looked at November who kicked open the door with a slight smile on his lips. Will's dog barks at November who kicks the door.

Will and Hannibal were very close, breathing together, as if they were the closest couple in the world, but in fact it was Hannibal who held Will by the throat with one hand and pushed him against the wall, holding a knife in the other hand. In Will's belly.But Will only held a pair of blunt, useless scissors in his hand, and the metal part was still held in his hand.

November pointed the gun at Hannibal with both hands, "Let him go, Hannibal Lecter!"

"You shouldn't be so cruel and rude." Hannibal frowned, like a teacher educating a student.

"Better than you!"

November saw that Will wanted to speak, but the hands on his throat made it difficult for him to utter any words, and he could only do his best to hope that November could understand his mouth shape.

"Shoot, shoot now."

November gritted his teeth, no, Hannibal was too close to Will, he couldn't keep his head straight.

"Shoot, even if you run out of bullets." November saw Will's white lips still moving, and a hoarse voice came out.

Will would rather die in the rain of bullets with Hannibal.Maybe Hannibal thinks the same, but he could also choose to kill Will and eat his lover's body inch by inch. November dare not gamble.He didn't know if he'd be so hesitant if Hannibal was threatening a stranger, but for now, at least, he didn't dare pull the trigger.

Just when he was so hesitant that the gun in his hand began to tremble, and beads of sweat rolled down his temples and cheekbones, Hannibal was the first to throw the knife in his hand at November.The speed of the knife is far less than that of the bullet, and November can barely dodge the sharp knife embedded in the wall by leaping aside.

November seized this moment of change, and quickly got up to approach Hannibal, but Hannibal didn't hesitate, knocked Will out with a knife in his hand, but still held Will in his arms, threatening November who was holding a gun in his hand.

"Will you shoot, kid?" Hannibal asked.

November's tense jaw pressed down, and the muzzle of the gun deflected a few degrees to the right before he pulled the trigger. With a bang, the bullet hit a wall lamp behind Hanniabl's right.

The crackling sound of the lights being turned off was clear and fast, even if Hannibal didn't turn his head, he knew what was happening behind him.

During the waiting period between when the bullet was fired and when he saw the result, Hannibal caught the slight gap between November's expression and vigilance, let go of Will in his arms, and rushed straight towards him.

Whatever November had inherited from Hannibal and Will's blood, he was still a novice in the game of the hunted versus the hunter.

The moment Hannibal pushed November to the ground, the knife in his hand also penetrated November's right hand, and the pain forced November to let go of the gun in his hand.

Hannibal avoided November, the important muscles and bones in his palm, but the blood continued to flow out from the knife edge, he didn't pull out the knife, but snatched the pistol/gun that fell on the ground.

November bent his knees and attacked Hannibal, and hit, but Hannibal just frowned as if he had lost his pain response, and continued with his movements.

November's adrenaline surged due to the pain and tension, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he had to pant faster, which made him almost overwhelmed.He stared at Hannibal with half-closed eyes with difficulty.

Hannibal held his gun in his hand, still proficient, but only engaged the safety with one hand, withdrew his finger from the trigger, and slammed the butt of the gun hard on November's forehead when he was in pain and confusion.

November only felt a blur in front of his eyes, his neck twisted to one side uncontrollably, he saw Will, who had been fainted, crawling over the carpet with difficulty on his elbows, and grabbed Hannibal's trousers, November felt this hateful sight It begins to blur, and the darkness covers the vision unevenly.

"No…" He heard Will's voice, low, rough and desperate.

Hannibal wouldn't make that kind of mistake, and if he wanted Will to pass out during that time, he'd do it with scalpel precision.

But he wishes Will was awake now.

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When Jack arrived at Will's house, the door was wide open and several dogs ran out of the house and stood on the side of the road barking at his car.

Jack glanced briefly at the rutted grass, except for his own, November's, and another car that had come and gone.

Man, Hannibal is here!

Jack took out a gun from his prudent holster while rushing into the room. The moment he entered the door, the smell of blood rushed into his nostrils. He looked towards the place where the smell was strongest, and saw November lying on his back On the ground, there was a pool of blood on the right side, and there was also a blood stain on his forehead.But the slight heaving of his chest reminded Jack that he was still alive.

Jack looked at the dog blocking the way in front of him, ignored it, and even passed through the middle roughly, knelt on one knee on November's left side and stretched out his hand to feel his pulse.

The warm and powerful beating made Jack heave a sigh of relief. He felt that he could finally push his heart, which had been pressed into his throat, back into his chest cavity, and November was still alive.

Jack pushed back the curly hair on November's side, and checked the wound on his forehead. The blood had solidified into a scab. The wound should not be deep, and the blood that flowed out only flowed to the pinna, and there was no more blood.

He pulled up November's right hand again. There was a puddle of blood on the right side of November's body, and the amount of bleeding caused November's lips to turn white, but his hand had been bandaged and placed away from the puddle. Red blood.

who did it Hannibal must have come for Will, is Will still there?

Jack patted November's cheek, trying to wake him up, "November, November?"

November's lips moved slightly, and he uttered a few vague and whispered words.

Jack let out a breath and shouted upstairs again, "Will, Will Graham, are you still there?"

He got no response.

Jack hugged November to lie down on the sofa first, away from the pool of blood, carefully leaned his back against the wall of the stairs with the gun, and moved forward.

Jack's nerves were on edge, his gaze was on every inch of the room, but there was no sign of Will or anyone else in any room.

"Clear!"

Jack yelled but suddenly realized that this was not a criminal arrest training course, nor did he have a partner following him.

Jack cleared his mind, didn't have the heart to think too much, and quickly went back downstairs, November had already woken up.

"November."

"I'm here," November replied weakly, then looked at the carpet where he had fallen, and suddenly turned his head to look at Jack, "Did you see Will?"

"No," Jack put the gun back in the holster, "no one, no signs of fighting, and no more blood."

"Lecter took Will away." November pointed to his left arm, he looked at the bandage on the palm of his right hand, and he was also incredulous, Will was not so careful and professional when bandaging people, "Why?" He lowered Reading aloud, he thought Lecter should kill him, or kill Will.But neither seems to be available.

Jack threw a towel to him, motioning for November to wipe the blood on his forehead, "Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital first."

"No, I'm not going to the hospital." November said suddenly, "I'm fine, no dizziness, no nausea, it's just an ordinary wound."

Jack looked at November's tense back and said helplessly, "Okay, tell me where is your medicine cabinet? I'll help you treat the wound, and when you want to go to the hospital, I'll call Corwford to explain If there is a situation, he may bring people from the Criminal Investigation Bureau over."

November pursed his lips, the inside of his lower lip pressed against his teeth, and his lips were drawn into a straight line that showed his unwillingness, "I don't want them to come here, and I don't want to have anything to do with them, He will definitely let me do it."

Jack looked at him for a while, and November just followed his gaze back. In the end, Jack was defeated, "Then tell me, I think I can solve this problem."

November stretched out his uninjured left hand to Jack, motioning for him to sit down, Jack took his hand and sat on the sofa beside him.

"I came back and found Hannibal here, I had a fight with him but it didn't work, he put a knife in my hand and knocked me out with the butt of my gun, I think he took it Will."

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

"And where's your gun? And that knife?"

November looked at the ground again at this point, only a few clumps of dog hair and his blood remained on the carpet.

"Hannibal's gone." He frowned.

"You still want to stay here?" Jack asked.

"Ah."

"Okay, wait for me to make a call." Jack signaled November to let go of his hand first, got up and walked to the window, glanced at the fragments of the wall lamp on the floor, and turned his head to look at November again with some concern, the The phone was also connected, "Uncle Anorld, I would like to ask you to do me a favor and send some information to Director Jack Corwford of BSU. Yes, as soon as possible... I know you are willing to help."

When Jack solved the problem, he turned around and walked back to November, only to find that this desperate man was drinking a bottle of wine.

"What the hell are you drinking? Can't you see the bloody hole in the palm of your hand?"

When Jack said this, November raised his head and took another sip, and even part of the wine slipped down his neck and into the collar.

"His bandages are in the way, so he can't see it."

November looked at Jack's sulky expression, and continued, "Hannibal, trying to kill me, he avoided all the important vessels, tendons and bones. It's shameful precision, even if I continue to be a surgeon now maybe I still It took more than ten years to get to this level, I don't know why he didn't want to kill me, if it's the simple reason that I'm his son, I'd rather he kill me."

Jack closed his eyes hard, and forced his anger back into his chest so that his words wouldn't irritate November again.

He silently walked to the wine cabinet, took an unopened bottle of rum, and by the way, brought the documents that Oliver had brought over and asked him to hand over.Sitting next to November, I opened the wine and drank it myself, and threw the file to November.

"Oliver asked me to pass it to you. I don't know what's in it. He said it's very important, you must read it."

November looked around the coffee table, but couldn't find the paper knife, so he tore the sealed envelope along the seal.

There was a USB flash drive in the file bag, and Oliver attached a post-it note on the side, saying that Chilton had monitored Hannibal Lecter's conversation, but Oliver had already canceled the listener, and by the way deleted all the monitored content on Lecter's computer. In this flash drive.

Then came two blood test reports. November and Will's and November and Lecter's.

"What?" November yelled in disbelief, Will said that he was Lecter's child, and his biological mother was unknown, but this report stated that both Will and Hannibal were related by blood to him.

Oliver added a post-it note after the two co-written reports, saying, "Don't question, you are the child of the two of them. They don't know your existence, because you came from an experimental product of an illegal experimental organization , the experiment has no side effects other than allowing you to inherit the genes and certain special abilities of the two. By the way, I have heard the recording, and you can read the latter file again."

November still couldn't recover from the shock, and mechanically flipped to the last file, which contained several photos.

In the photo, the girl with a fishtail in his memory was not locked in a glass tank, but poked her head out in a lake, her algae-like long hair fluttering gently in the water, against the background of the blue lake. There is also an antique castle full of climbing plants, and the shade cast by several century-old giant trees. The sun shines softly, like a fairy tale oil painting.

Jack turned his head to look at the photos in November's hand, "Ariel?"

"You know her?" November suddenly came back from his childhood dream-like memory.

"She was transformed by Hydra, an experiment by an illegal organization, but after being rescued by Oliver, she lived in the lake at the Xavier Gifted Youth School. I have seen her several times in the past."

"Is she doing well?"

"Except for the inconvenience of getting around, she is as happy as any other girl her age."

November doesn't know why, when he saw these two blood test reports, he was a little surprised, but when he saw a few photos of Ariel, he suddenly felt that his lungs were tightly contracted, and his breathing was smooth, but every time, with With the contraction of the lungs, he would feel that the throat was dry and swollen, and he almost wanted to cry.

He needs an outlet to vent, and his feelings for Hannibal Lecter are too complicated, which will only make him exhausted physically and mentally, but Ariel is different, she is like a dream, the dream can be beautiful and simple, and he can vent without caring about the consequences.

The dry itchy throat made him cough, and Jack patted him on the back lightly, and November took another sip of his drink, trying to suppress the feeling, but the liquid choked the fucking nose again .The discomfort made his face flush, and tears that hadn't been brewed were forced out from the corners of his eyes.

November struggled as Jack tried to wrap his arms around his shoulders, but the more he moved, the tighter Jack's arms tightened.

"No! I can't do it!" November roared, and Jack's confinement was slightly loosened, but November did not seize this opportunity to break free, but put the wine bottle in his hand on the coffee table indiscriminately, even if the wine The bottle fell down and the wine flowed all over the table, and then flowed along the edge of the table to the floor, leaving a circle of dark color on the carpet, and he didn't care.

He hugged Jack's waist back, and buried his head into Jack's neck, like a growling beast.The sudden loss of center of gravity made Jack pull him down on the sofa together.

In the chaos of struggling, hugging, confinement, escaping, and even fighting, November put his lips on Jack's chin indiscriminately.The teeth that collide between the lips are like the barbs on the tongue coating of a cat, gently scraping the skin.His hand hooked Jack's shirt collar almost roughly.

Jack's shirts are always of good quality, at least you can't tear them apart with your bare hands, not even with the buttons off.

November hadn't been very good these days, there was a light layer of stubble on his chin against Jack's cheek, rubbing against the skin with his kisses.It has surpassed the feeling of itching, but has not yet reached the level of pain. The unique sense of touch and the force of the fingers pinching on the arm that are almost embedded are in a stalemate.

Jack grabbed November's right hand, his thumb just touching the wound under the bandage, and November's teeth made a gasp, biting Jack's earlobe.

"Pay attention to your injuries! Why are you hitting me?"

"I don't know, I don't know, but don't let me stop, Jack..." November smiled self-deprecatingly, "Don't worry about it, he doesn't want me to die, then I won't die."

Jack looked at November's eyes with frenzied struggle and tears, couldn't help but let go of his hands, cupped his cheeks with both hands, leaned his neck upwards, and cleaned up the blood on the side of November's face little by little.

"Now?" he asked again, like a devout believer, but he couldn't calm November down, the corners of his eyes twitching from the pain in his arm.

"Otherwise?" November was deviant.

Jack sighed, but the second half was swallowed back into his throat like a ball, "You said it," he pressed November's shoulders that were lying on top of him, and pushed back, and the two hugged and rolled to the ground.

"Maybe in bed, if you're not crazy."

"uh-huh."

The two pulled each other's clothes and walked up the stairs, but this step seemed to be the biggest obstacle.

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Jack opened his eyes, glanced at the strange ceiling, sleepiness struck again, he closed his eyes again, trying to fall back into a dream again, but the scene just now kept revolving in his subconscious, and suddenly woke him up again.

He braced his arms and sat up, the quilt slipped from the front of his body, and the bruises on his back were pulled by the movement of his back muscles, which made him gasp.

Last night, he and November rolled down the stairs with the Fighter in their arms, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Glancing across the empty side of the bed, the creases left by the sheets and comforter reminded him that someone had indeed slept here last night, and there was a crazy story to tell.

Jack pressed his eyes that were aching from the sunlight leaking through the gap in the curtains, and slowly went to hook the clothes that had fallen on the floor, "November?" He called out, but no one answered.

Jack licked his lips and pulled the wrinkled trousers back on, and by the time he finally pulled the jacket on he felt like he'd forgotten something.

With his palms on his hipbones, he glanced around the ground, throwing the knotted rubber holster aside, and looked the other way.

"Shit, you bastard!" Jack suddenly remembered what he had forgotten again, and this consciousness pierced into his mind like a lightning strike, making him unable to resist swearing.

He opened the door, took three stairs in one step and quickly reached the first floor. He looked around in the living room and kitchen, but he couldn't find November, and the car parked in the courtyard was also driven away.

The bastard took his gun!

Hannibal took November's gun away, and it would take a lot of time to apply for another one or go to the gun store to buy one, but he didn't have this time, and any inferences and information were time-sensitive.

November went to find Hannibal and Will alone.

Jack didn't care about anything else, even if Will's dog ran out of the yard again, he couldn't stop him, he just wanted to rush into his car and speed up to 150 mph so that he could show the anger in his heart , for November's farewell, alone in danger.

Of course, 150 miles is also to rush back as soon as possible.

Jack stared at the empty, but frosty road, and called the voice assistant in the car to get Tasha's call.

"Do you fucking know what time it is?" A scolding sound came from the other side first.

"I don't know, and I don't care." Jack knew that his tone was as if the other party owed him 800 million, but he couldn't control himself, "Help me track a person, November Graham, I have his Social security account number, credit card number, driver's license number, license plate number, in short, I have all the information you want, help me find him as soon as possible."

"I must have owed you in my previous life." Tasha muttered, there was a sound of fabric rubbing on the opposite side, probably because she struggled to get up from the bed and took her computer, "November Graham, well, his tracks are not covered up, It’s not hard to find, I bought a plane ticket to Florence and it’s already taken off.”

"I'm going to Florence now. I'll give you his mobile phone number, track his mobile phone signal, and locate me when the time comes."

"Yes, little ancestor."

Jack rushed back to his home in Washington, but Oliver and Hotch were not there, which made Jack breathe a sigh of relief, but raised his courage again.He rarely does risky things behind his two parents' backs.

But he has to do it now.

Jack rushed into the basement, and the intelligent sensor light came on with his steps, but it was almost impossible to keep up with his running speed. The area of ​​this basement is much larger than the house on the ground, and the corridor leads all the way to the side of the house It is a man-made lake, and there is an underground building at the bottom of the lake, and a Kunming aircraft is parked in the center of the building.

Jack is now very grateful that Oliver gave him the authority to fly the plane, and also taught him how to fly the plane.

He skillfully walked into the cabin, turned on the smart assistant to lock the landing place of the November flight that Tasha had given him, and started the plane.

After gliding forward in parallel for a certain distance, the plane rushed up a slope. The slope continued to automatically extend forward to the top of the building. When it touched the top of the building, the top suddenly separated to the two sides, and the water curtain poured down from it. However, under the design of engineering, it avoided the road where the plane taxied.The Kunji flew directly into the sky from under the artificial lake.After a loud noise, the exit of the artificial lake bottom with the water curtain and whirlpool was closed again, and the water surface became calm again.

Jack pulled the joystick upwards, and slowly lifted it up, feeling the resistance brought by the joystick.In any case, the speed of Kunming aircraft can always catch up with civil aviation aircraft.

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Jack walked into the Uffizi Museum in Florence according to the orientation given by Tasha.He glanced at the map retrieval of the museum, and subconsciously walked towards the exhibition hall where Botticelli's spring was stored.

Sure enough, Abigail and November were standing in "Spring" talking about something.

November heard the sound of approaching footsteps, turned his head to look over, a little surprised, "Jack."

"Miss Abigail, I'm November's boyfriend," he greeted Abigail politely, "What are you talking about?"

"We might know where Hannibal is taking Will," Abigail said.

Jack smiled and nodded, then raised his fist and punched November in the face who was looking at him. November was caught off guard and fell to the ground covering his face, but Jack continued to ask Abigail without changing his face, "Well, where is he now?"

Abigail took a few steps back in shock, and pulled November up from the ground. November faced Abigail's shocked and puzzled eyes, gave her a helpless look, took the tissue handed by her sister to wipe off the gushing nosebleed, and rushed Jack smiled apologetically and awkwardly.

"He mentioned to me that the surname Lecter," Abigail didn't see any useful information from November, so he could only explain to Jack, "It comes from a Lithuanian nobleman who even owns a family castle, but it was lost by the Soviet Union during World War II." Then he came to Florence first, and then to the United States. Since we didn’t find him in Florence, maybe we should go to Lithuania.”

"Fine, let's go." Jack nodded, and finally turned his gaze back to November's face.

"How? I'll book a flight." Abigail asked.

"No, I'm flying a plane," Jack continued, "but are you going too?"

"I'm going," Abigail said firmly.

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On the Kunming plane, Tasha checked the information of the Lecter family castle and gave him a location. Jack adjusted to the autopilot mode and walked towards November without saying a word.

"Give me back my gun."

"I……"

Jack frowned, "You haven't used that gun yet, don't tell me you were detained by customs."

"No," November said, taking the gun and holster off his hip and handing it to Jack.

Jack took the gun out of the holster and flipped through it, and explained to November who was watching anxiously, "This gun was given to me by Oliver, and it is equipped with a palm print unlocking feature, so no one else can use it except me. Seriously." , This kind of design is pitting teammates." Jack put the gun back on his waist, "Come with me."

Jack led November to the armory on the Kunji, and pulled out all of Oliver's collections to show him.

"These are just ordinary guns, without fingerprint unlocking and passwords, so pick the one that is convenient."

"I thought you..."

"What's wrong with me"

"I thought you were going to be very angry."

"Indeed," Jack nodded as if there was something serious about it, and raised his hand to press the bruise on November's cheek, and got the latter's cry.

"But it's been played, why, do you still want me to make it more symmetrical?"

"No." November raised his hand in a gesture of refusal.

"You still don't know a lot about me, just like I do about you." Jack was silent for a while, and then suddenly said to November, who was picking up a gun to check the condition of the barrel, "although we will There is a lot of time, but you have to give each other a chance to get to know each other in these times, instead of blindly acting alone and fighting alone."

"I'm used to it," November said, looking at the light stand above the gun display case, the blue-and-white light blinding his brown-red eyes to the point where they lost any trace of red, "but I'll try."

He took a breath and let it out slowly from his chest.

"What are you going to do if you find Hannibal?" Jack asked.

"Take him back and bring Will back."