[Zhongyingmei] That snake

"It heals quickly, Williams." Morgan came over with two glasses of beer, and gave one to Hotch at the same table.

"I can't help it, even God has taken care of me." Oliver said without humility.

To celebrate Oliver's discharge from the hospital, the Bau team dragged him to the bar that night.But the bar... Oliver is not keen on this kind of place. He can't drink and he doesn't want to have sex. What's the difference between coming here and salted fish.

The team members who are serial killers flying around the United States all day need some relaxation, and Oliver will naturally not decline their kindness.

It's just that Oliver, who didn't know the arrangement in advance, wore a suit by mistake. Fortunately, Hotch was with him, but Hotch rushed over immediately after working overtime at the headquarters and didn't have time to change.

Oliver silently put the casual clothes into his shopping list, for who knows what, he had almost no time to wear these clothes when he had almost no holidays, and when he opened the closet, he could only see a bunch of boring formal clothes.

"You don't drink?" Morgan took a sip of beer. "The beer here tastes really good."

"To tell you the truth, my drinking capacity can be vividly described as pouring down one glass." Oliver spread his hands helplessly. This was the effect of his mutant ability. For a person who likes to drink, this is really a maddening thing.

"Comeon, come on, the beauties at the bar are waiting for your order." Morgan continued to fan the flames.

Oliver couldn't hold it anymore, so he walked to the bar alone, and tapped his fingers on the glass tabletop.The female bartender with her back turned to him heard the sound and turned around, with a bright smile on her red lips, "Handsome guy, what do you want to drink?"

"A glass of non-alcoholic Gold Feis."

She stared at Oliver in surprise. Isn't non-alcoholic Gemfis just a glass of lemon-flavored soda?

"Are you sure?" She was very puzzled, leaning her arms on the mixing table and looking up at the blond man.

Oliver nodded with a smile, glanced away at her face, and placed a green bill with Franklin's face on it on the glass bar.

"Well, the customer is God." She said boringly, and took the money.

Soon, Oliver returned to his seat with a non-alcoholic cocktail, and Morgan took Reid to perform magic tricks on the beauties in the bar.

"Gideon's not here?" Oliver asked.

"Do you remember the rose you ordered that day?" Hotch looked up, and the beer in front of him had already gone down half a glass, "After that, he handed in his resignation letter."

"uh-huh."

"Gideon took Sarah to Canada for a trip, and he said he would buy a farm there for retirement." Hotch smiled. The agents who joined bau were all prepared to die on the job one day. Gideon worked for bau for most of his life and was able to return The ordinary life makes people feel gratified.

"Canada is a great place, except for the climate, but the fire of love will probably help them withstand the winter blizzard.

He's not going to come back? "

"He said he would return to the FBI Academy to teach when he had time."

"Then pray that he doesn't lose his teeth when he comes back sweetened by the maple syrup from the neighboring country."

** Walking over in high heels, Oliver turned his head.

"Wow, your hearing is very sensitive." ** said with a smile.

"I can't help it. Every time I have a case, I can always hear the sound of your high heels, and I will never forget it in my life." Oliver picked up his glass and clinked it with her.

"Well, there is no case today, but there are some more interesting things." ** pointed the three to the man who chatted with Garcia and Prentiss at another table, "He said he was a federal agent."

Seeing the weird smile on **'s lips, Oliver instantly understood that it was a man pretending to be FBI to tease girls.

"Oh, just so, Oliver, you're wearing formal clothes, come meet him with me?" ** said, "You're still a little serious."

**Of course not Hotch, not to mention whether Hotch's poker face will scare people away, the problem is that Hotch has no talent for mischief at all.

Oliver rolled his eyes, reached out and loosened the neat tie, and unbuttoned his shirt three times. If he wanted to, he could catch a glimpse of his strong chest muscles and slender collarbone.

"What about this?" Oliver brushed his hair loose, his slightly long blond hair hanging by his ears, and his lake green eyes were bent wantonly.

"Great, Williams, you should go to Hollywood."

"Beautiful lady, you have spoken my heart to you." Oliver put on a playboy look.

"Then, sir, let's go?"

"Handsome guy, this is a friend I just met, Williams." ** led Oliver to beat him to the ladies' round table.

After looking at the man in front of him, Oliver's smile deepened, and he said frivolously, "I didn't expect to meet my colleagues here."

"Indeed, it's nice to meet you. I haven't seen you in the Hoover Building yet." The man's tone was imperceptibly stiff.

"There are so many employees in the fbi, who can recognize them all?" Oliver gave the man an "I understand you" look, coupled with Oliver's bohemian attire that doesn't match the temperament of a federal agent, the man suddenly relax.

"So, sir, can I see your fbi ID? I'm very curious about it," Prentiss said.

"Well, you know, this kind of certificate and the identity of the agent are classified, and I trust you to tell you." The man was a little embarrassed, trying to lie back, "You say so, Mr. Williams."

"Yes, of course it's classified."

"If you are performing an undercover mission now."

The man who still thought Oliver was his teammate was very embarrassed, "My ID was destroyed by a serial killer during the mission, so I'm sorry."

"Okay, sir, can you see if your ID looks like this?" ** took out his fbi ID.

"So?" Garcia said, pulling out her ID.

"So?" Prentiss said, pulling out his papers.

"Or is that so?" Oliver also took out the ID folder and put it in front of the man's eyes.The previous cia certificate and the next fbi certificate scared the man into a daze, and he ran away without saying a word.

The three ladies clutched their bellies and laughed.

"It's too careless, didn't you notice the red stamp of cancellation on my cia evidence?" Oliver said regretfully.

"Williams, please be sure to tell me which rich man's son you are, for the first time I find the bohemian playboy Fan so charming." Garcia yelled.

"Oh, my queen, you may be sad, your prince is just a country boy from a small country town." Oliver could use an aria to exaggerate.

The ladies laughed together again.

Oliver, who returned from the mission, found Morgan back at the round table, grabbed his glass and said, "Williams, a non-alcoholic kinfe?"

Oliver grabbed the wide rim of the cup, grabbed the cup and poured the remaining liquid into his stomach. After destroying the evidence, he said, "There is no evidence for what you say."

Morgan was speechless.

"Where's Reid?"

"Still performing magic over there." Hotch pointed Oliver in the direction, and Reid was surrounded by a group of girls, and even when he was performing his best tricks, she was a little flattered and flustered.

"Oh, you're throwing a lamb into a pack of wolves." Oliver flicked the empty glass with his fingernail.

"Better than throwing a smooth-talking snake among wolves." Hotch looked at Oliver.

Oliver is radiating the I'm happy message all over him now, and although he can't drink, it's still a lot of fun here.

Until he saw a figure in the corner of the bar when he was watching Reid's magic from a distance, a charming red-haired woman. The black hip skirt not only outlined her graceful curves, but also made her red lips more attractive.

Oliver looked away before she could look, but Morgan noticed him nonetheless.

"Why don't you go when you see a beauty?" Morgan teased, "Don't tell me Williams is as shy as Reid."

Oliver sighed, "First, I am very satisfied with my current single status. Second, I am gay. Even if I admire her beauty, I would not have the idea of ​​developing a relationship with her."

Third, he doesn't want to cause trouble, but that's the black widow!Although I don't know what mission Romanova needs to come to Washington, it is always right to stay away from the characters in the superhero plot. The villains in the superhero world are much more destructive than serial killers.

Hotch and Morgan were a little surprised by Oliver's frank confession of sexuality, but they didn't say anything, and bau's work allowed them to understand it more deeply.

"Gentlemen, are you interested in making friends?" A beautiful female voice sounded.

Really hiding something, Oliver looked at the red-haired beauty in front of him and smiled politely.

"Natalia." She stretched out her hand towards Oliver. Natasha quickly turned her head to look for the source after seeing Oliver's gaze, just in time to see Oliver looking away as if escaping. It's finished.

"Oliver." It was obvious that Natasha was coming towards him, so Oliver could only bite the bullet and shake her hand.

After a stiff and cold conversation, Natasha left without interest, and Oliver was relieved.

"Oliver, why did you shrink back from the beauty?" Morgan asked curiously, Oliver's behavior just now was obviously abnormal.

Hotch has also shown some interest.

Oliver pursed his lips, pondered for a while before speaking, "I know her, Natasha Romanova. Her name appeared on Cia's information, a top secret agent."

"I think we have to go. If we don't go back, we will be late tomorrow." Oliver glanced at his watch and changed the subject.

In order not to let tomorrow, oh no, today's news headlines become an FBI agent driving under the influence, Oliver, who has not drunk a drop, hastily sent the team members home.