[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Oliver is not a person with strong self-control. For example, today when he found out that Natasha's lipstick had changed to a different color, he couldn't help but keep staring at the color. The cool deep berry red matched with Natasha's brown-green The eye makeup is really beautiful.

Natasha looked over and raised her eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

"I," Oliver paused, trying to find a suitable reason, but he failed, "you changed your lipstick?"

To be honest, Natasha was a little surprised, the two lipsticks are bright red, it's hard to see the difference if you don't look carefully.Thinking of this, she suddenly understood why Oliver seemed so cold at the bar that day.

"Hmm, which color do you think looks better?" Natasha smiled.

Oliver thought about it very seriously, and replied: "The one yesterday is more suitable for winter."

Natasha then happily went to the bathroom to change her lipstick.

Morgan leaned over, with a confused look on her face, "Isn't her lipstick the same color as today?"

Oliver patted the handsome chocolate guy on the shoulder and gave him a cheering look.

On the possibility of cosmic-level straight men distinguishing lipstick numbers.

Joking time is over, business still needs to be done.

Reid came up with a bold idea. After repairing the control chip, he put the chip back into Otto's body, freeing him from the control of the robotic arm.

Theoretically speaking, this is a feasible solution. Now it has been determined that Otto's current brutal behavior comes from the control of the robot arm intelligence. After getting rid of the control, Otto's own morality can restrain his own behavior.

At the same time, Reid also gave the technical feasibility, "I know Stark, and it only takes a few days to ask him to help repair the chip."

"How did you meet him?" Morgan couldn't accept that a good baby like Reid knew the playboy Stark.

"He and I are alumni." Reid scratched his curly hair with some embarrassment. "When he returned to MIT to give a speech, I put forward some of my ideas, and that's how we got to know each other."

Sure enough, geniuses know each other?

"Are you sure that arms dealer would be so selfless?" Morgan said.

"Well, I think so. We can go to him now."

It wasn't just Reid who was going to the Stark mansion. Hotch was worried that his little sheep team member would fall into the hunter's trap and couldn't jump out. Oliver and his wife would also follow.

Rossi and Prentiss were injured and unable to move, Stark's dissolute and authority-challenging temperament meant that Hotch and Morgan couldn't get along, and Natasha refused for personal reasons.

The location of the Stark building is very easy to find. Among the glass buildings in New York, the signboard with the most unique shape is the most coquettish. The huge letters of Stark hang outside the building, shining brightly in the sun like Just like himself.

**Ask the service staff at the front desk and show the fbi certificate.

When Pepper received the call from the front desk, he thought that Tony was in trouble again and brought in the FBI, but after thinking about it, most of the people sent by the government were from the cia or the military instead of the fbi.Undecided, she still reported the situation to Tony who was in a meeting.

Tony leaned on the chair boredly and listened to the shareholders' arguing, where did these old people get so much energy? Pepper's heels quickly caught his attention.

"What's the matter, beauty?" Tony asked, turning his head.

Pepper had long been used to his nonsensical words, and whispered in his ear: "Someone from the FBI is here to find you."

"fbi?" Tony thought for a while that he hadn't done anything strange enough to attract the FBI recently, and was about to refuse, but the arguing in his ears still didn't stop.

On a whim, he decided to meet the fbi, it was better than wasting time here.

"Great." He muttered under his breath.

"What?" Pepper didn't catch it.

"It's nothing."

Standing up and fastening the buttons of his suit, he raised his hand to signal for everyone to be quiet, "Guys, your suggestions are great, so the next meeting will be hosted by the even better Ms. Potts. Have a nice chat."

Tony grabbed Pepper's shoulders and pulled her into his seat, and left the conference room with a wave of his hand without taking a single cloud away, ignoring Pepper calling his name angrily behind him.

"Tony! Come back! Stark! Anthony Stark!" Pepper, who didn't get a response, finally gave up his plan to drag his boss back to the conference room.

She turned her gaze back to the conference table, and the shareholders were immersed in an atmosphere of enigmatic silence. Pepper pulled out a standard formulaic smile, as if it wasn't her who screamed just now.

"Gentlemen, let's go on."

If you want to be Tony Stark's secretary, you must first have a strong heart and decathlon business ability.

The three people waiting in the reception room were completely unaware of this.

When Stark walked into the meeting room quickly, the three were surprised by his speed.

**Go up to greet him, "Mr. Stark, we are from the FBI Behavior Analysis Section. I am Jennifer Jareau. The two are Dr. Spencer Reid and Agent Oliver Williams."

"A beautiful woman's request is always irresistible, so tell me, what's the matter." Tony sat down on the sofa casually.

Oliver pushed the little doctor who wanted to shrink back to Tony, and he said awkwardly, "Mr. Stark, we met once at MIT."

Resting his cheek on his palm, Tony blinked his caramel-colored eyes and remembered a few years ago when he and this very admirable young genius had a cordial and friendly discussion about physics.

"Dr. Reid? I remember correctly."

"Yes, you remember correctly."

"Everyone is alumni, so don't be so stiff like those fbi who wear suits and ties all day long."

"I'm also working in the FBI now." Reid replied dumbfounded.

"A genius with an IQ of 187 goes to the fbi? This is really a waste. Have you considered coming to Stark Industry? The annual salary is up to you, and the laboratory can be used as you like." For scientists, the latter condition is much more attractive than the former one. Stark Industry The laboratory, summed up in one word, heaven!

"Hey, Mr. Stark, we need to talk about business." Oliver interrupted Tony's poaching of the bau team in person.

"Oh, well. I hope you're not as bored as those guys in the conference room."

** and Oliver don't know why.

Unmoved, Reid dug out an evidence bag from his bag and handed it to Tony. Before Reid found a pair of rubber gloves for him, Tony opened the bag and took out the chip. Reid can only be thankful this isn't something from a bloody killer.

"This is... a control chip? It seems to have simple intelligence." After just a few glances, he discovered the identity of this small black square chip. Tony can indeed be called a genius, "Huh? I remember Reid, you are very familiar with computers. Not interested."

"We're working on a case. Can you recover this chip?"

"Although it is simple and intelligent, there are not many companies that can do it now. Osbron is one of them. Is it their nuclear fusion research?"

Reid nodded.

"It's a small matter, when do you want it?"

"As soon as possible?"

"Of course, don't underestimate Stark's speed." He glanced at the doll-like body, "But, Reid, do you really not consider coming to Stark Industry? The fbi really wasted your physics talent."

Reid reluctantly declined Stark's gracious invitation.

NYPD.

"How's it going?" Morgan asked.

"Your babykid was almost abducted." Oliver's face was deep.

"I was more worried about the **** at first." Morgan rubbed his nose.

"What about your side? What do you think?" Oliver changed the subject tactfully.

Natasha said slowly, "We're going to find Spider-Man."

"Sorry, did I hear wrong?"

"You heard me right." Hotch told Oliver very positively, "How many people can get close to Otto in terms of hand-to-hand combat? Spider-Man can. Although he is not part of law enforcement, he can join the investigation as a special counsel."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Oliver didn't refute, and went to the table to look through the information on the table.

It turned out that after he left, the table full of materials was related to Spider-Man, and there were several boxes of video tapes.Not just the official sources provided by Garcia, but also the 'unknown' sources provided by Natasha.

Little spider, don't you usually go through the blind spots of surveillance? Oliver was speechless looking at the several large boxes of surveillance tapes.

Oliver knew that Peter Parker was Spider-Man, but how to tell the bau team members was a problem.

"Is there any geographic profiling?" Oliver asked.

"Rossi," Hotch called out.

"Oh." Rossi reacted, shaking the pen in his hand, his left arm was cracked with plaster, "I circled the places where Spider-Man appeared, come and have a look."

"He's... really lively." The map is full of red circles, almost occupying the whole of New York.

"Yeah, young people are always like this." Rossi always has an Italian sense of humor, "but the main area of ​​activity is in Queens, and it has moved to the northeast in the past year." He said and changed the blue pen Queens is circled.

"He has a very regular schedule," Natasha pointed out, "generally not showing up after [-] a.m. for nighttime activities, but that time changes during the holidays."

"If you can get his speed data, you can guess his address. Unfortunately, I don't know his way of movement." Reid, who couldn't find the statistical data, said.

"At least 40 kilometers per hour." Oliver completed the information, "I have experienced flying at this speed over New York..."

"If that's the case, he lives in Queens." Reid put another black circle on top of the red dotted blue circle.

"I heard his voice a few years ago. He sounded like a high school student, but he should be in college by now."

Reid's eyes lit up, and he circled another area densely packed with red dots, "Empire State University is here."

It can be explained by stringing all the information together. A fixed schedule is because he is in school, and the evening is the only time he has free time in the day.