[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

The Avengers Building was a little too quiet in the morning, and Ivan didn't see anyone in the living room when he walked out of his room.

"Good morning, Mr. Bird." The voice of the artificial intelligence butler rang in the kitchen, "The captain has something to go to S.H.I.E.L.D. He left a sandwich for you."

Ivan glanced at the sandwich on the kitchen counter, then picked it up and took a bite.

"Good morning." A voice came from the kitchen door.

Ivan turned his head, and Loki smiled at him at the kitchen door.

After hesitating for a while, Ivan still responded: "Good morning."

After finishing speaking, Ivan planned to leave the kitchen on crutches. After all, Steve told him last night not to talk to Loki.

Seeing Ivan pass by him, Loki stretched out his hand to stop Ivan: "Aren't you going to tell me anything else? Anyway, I slept with you in the same bed for two nights Woolen cloth."

Ivan looked at the hand in front of him, and then at Loki's smiling face.

"What do you want me to say?" Ivan simply stood there and faced Loki, and he took another bite of the sandwich in his hand, "You want to talk about how you pretend to be pitiful after you become a child ? Or do you want to talk about how you ate up a bag of chocolates?"

Loki's smile froze for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.This rapid face-changing process made An Zai Ivan admire a few words in his mind.

"Aren't you angry?" Loki asked, "because I lied to you?"

Ivan raised his eyelids and glanced at Loki: "You think too much," the young man ate the last bite of the sandwich expressionlessly, "I just feel sorry for the money I spent on you, after all, in my current state , It’s not that easy to make money.”

"Excuse me, by the way," said Ivan, "if you finish talking, can you move your arm?"

"No," Loki smiled maliciously, "I feel my arm is a little sore, I don't want to take it back, you can get under my arm."

Ivan glanced at Loki's smiling face, then looked behind Loki.

"Good morning, Mr. Strange."

That damned third-rate mage?Loki turned around immediately, and what greeted him was a patch of air.

Ivan walked out of the kitchen from Loki's side slowly, and walked in the direction of the elevator.

"Mr. Bird, are you going out?" The voice of the artificial intelligence butler rang again.

Ivan stopped in his tracks, he thought for a while, and then spoke.

"I might go to the FBI," Ivan replied, "I'll contact Steve."

"Okay, have a nice day." The AI's voice faded away.

"It's a bit beyond my expectation," An said. "Is there such an excellent artificial intelligence technology on Earth?"

"This building belongs to Stark Industries," Ivan replied, "especially since Tony Stark still lives here."

"so?"

"It's time to update your information." Ivan took the elevator to the first floor, "What Tony Stark made can almost represent the most cutting-edge technology on earth."

"Wow, that's really amazing." Ann sighed, although it didn't sound so sincere.

After Ivan left the building, he first took out his mobile phone and called John.

The call was connected quickly, and it sounded a bit too noisy on John's end.

"Ivan?" John's voice came along with some noisy voices, "You saw the message I sent."

"Where are you?" Ivan asked, "It sounds noisy from your side."

"I'm outside Hannibal Lecter's hotel," John said. "The FBI is here, and I'm trying to get in."

"Don't rush in," Ivan said, "I'm coming here now, I have a way to get in."

"I looked around the hotel." John sounded like he had come to a relatively quiet place. "There is no back door, and there is no escape ladder. If Hannibal Lecter wants to escape, he can only come out through the gate."

Ivan got into the taxi and quickly reported the address.

"But I'm sure he didn't come out of the gate," John continued. "In fact, from last night to today when the fire broke out, no more than ten people came out of the hotel. I'm sure he wasn't inside."

"What happened after the fire?" Ivan asked.

"One thing, there were several FBI outside the hotel yesterday. If I guessed correctly, they were monitoring Hannibal Lecter." John said, "So, as soon as the fire broke out, the whole scene was quickly brought under control. Living."

"After the fire, the FBI never let anyone leave the hotel." John said affirmatively.

"I see," Ivan replied, "wait for me at the entrance of the hotel, I'll be right there."

After hearing John's answer, Ivan hung up the phone. After thinking about it, he dialed another number.

"Ivan." After the call was connected, Will's voice came over.

"I heard there was a fire in Hannibal Lecter's hotel," Ivan cut to the point, "I'm on my way."

"I'm almost at the hotel, too," Will said. "We found a body in Hannibal's room. I've seen that body before."

"Do you think it's Hannibal Lecter?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and the sound of electric current entered Ivan's ears, and he waited patiently for Will's answer.

"No," Will said, his voice sounded a bit difficult, "I don't think that's Hannibal, even though the height is very close in every respect."

"I trust your judgment," Ivan said, he saw the hotel not far away through the car window, "I'm at the hotel."

The front of the hotel was cordoned off by the FBI, and some passing citizens occasionally stopped to take a look, most of them were reporters from major websites and newspapers.

Originally, the reporter thought it was just an ordinary fire, but the intervention of the FBI undoubtedly showed that the fire was not that simple.This made the reporters around the cordon extremely excited, and the flashes flashed a few times from time to time, causing Ivan to close his eyes.

John was standing at the outermost edge of the crowd, and Ivan saw him at a glance, and then walked over.

"We have to wait for a while." Ivan looked at John. "The FBI agent I know hasn't arrived yet. We can follow him in later."

"FBI?" John hesitated for a moment, he was worried that some familiar faces would appear among the agents.

"Going in openly is safer than sneaking in." Ivan took out a mask from his coat pocket, handed the mask to John, and then took off his peaked cap and handed it to John.

"It doesn't matter what I say for a while," Ivan said, "Just nod."

John looked at the mask and hat that Ivan handed over, and raised his eyebrows.

"You're well prepared," John said holding the mask, "I remember that I obviously didn't tell you about my relationship with the FBI."

"I guessed it." Ivan turned his head away and replied perfunctorily. It was impossible for him to tell John that he had let Ann read his memory before.

"Then your guess is really accurate," John said, "You should go to Las Vegas, maybe you can become a billionaire."

Ivan's eyes fell on a car parked on the street, Will got out of the car, and Ivan walked over.

As soon as Will got out of the car, he saw Ivan walking over, followed by a man in a suit covering his face tightly.

"This is my friend," Ivan explained in advance, "He... like me, he can help a little bit, can he go up with us?"

Will glanced at John, the man's standing posture looked like a soldier who had served in the army.

"Mutant?" Will spoke in a voice that only he and Ivan could hear.

Ivan nodded, and then said: "His face...something happened before, so it needs to be covered with a mask."

Will didn't care that much, he nodded, and then walked into the hotel with Ivan and John.

Like John said, Hannibal's floor was the one with the worst fire.The traces of the fire still remained on the corridor, and the water on the ground mixed with ashes turned a disgusting black.

Ivan followed Will into the room where Hannibal lived. The room seemed to be severely burned, and several FBIs were conducting on-site inspections.

After seeing Will coming in, an FBI ran over.

"There were signs of struggle at the scene," the FBI reported to Will. "The deceased should have tried to run out of the room, but there was a problem with the door lock of the room. The door lock was blocked and could not be opened at all."

Ivan exited the room, and he looked along the corridor.The rooms on this floor were badly burned, and the fire appeared to be burning down the corridor.

"I remember you saying that you don't think Hannibal Lecter has left the hotel." Ivan said to John who followed him out of the room.

John nodded: "At least Hannibal Lecter was definitely not among the people who left the hotel from yesterday to before the fire broke out."

"Maybe you're right," Ivan said, "he probably didn't leave the hotel."

John frowned, he understood what Ivan meant.

Ivan walked back to the room, and he looked at Will.Will was standing by the window, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while Will suddenly turned his head, looked down the corridor, and walked out of the room.

"Who lives in this room?" Will asked standing in the corridor.

The FBI in the room ran out, and soon found out the occupant of that room from the hotel's check-in information.

Will frowned and glanced at the resident's information, and the agent beside him quickly found the relevant information of that person from the FBI database.

"Let the forensic doctor compare this person's DNA with the DNA of the corpse this morning," Will said, "If nothing else happens, the corpse should be this person."

After speaking, Will returned to the room.

"According to the surveillance downstairs in the hotel," Will said, "Hannibal did not leave the hotel before the fire broke out."

"I heard that FBI agents sealed off the scene immediately after the fire." Ivan looked at Will, "No one has entered or left the scene."

"Hannibal's still here," Will said, "and he's among the people who're still in the hotel."

At this time, the service desk on the first floor of the hotel was crowded with guests, who were clamoring and asking when they could leave.

In the crowd, a man pushed down his hat and looked at the FBI in the hall calmly.