[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

Steve stood on a major traffic artery in New York, and in front of him was a car used by SHIELD to escort prisoners.

"The man ran away." Fury came over and said concisely.

The black director frowned, looking extremely irritable, he turned sideways and glanced at the two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who were taken away by the ambulance not far away.

"Those two guys should have been sent to Gotham today," Fury said with a headache, "I didn't expect this to happen at all."

"Did both escape?" Steve asked.

"Only the Mad Hatter got away," Fury said. "Hugo Strange's car was behind, and nothing happened."

Steve's eyes fell on an agent not far away who was being bandaged.

"Did he say anything useful?" Steve asked, looking at the agent.

Fury also looked at the agent: "They were all hypnotized, and he said he only remembered the name Alice mentioned by the Mad Hatter."

Steve frowned. The Mad Hatter's mention of Alice reminded him of Ivan, which made him think badly.

"My agents sedated the guy before he left," Fury said. "No one knows why he woke up on the way, and we took everything from him while he was in custody." .”

Nick Fury looked at the vehicle in front of him that was almost scrapped: "The ghost knows what he used to hypnotize."

"I want to talk to the agent," Steve said.

Fury walked over with Steve, and the black chief called the agent's name.

"Martin," Fury said to the agent, "please tell me what happened when the Mad Hatter escaped."

The agent looked up at Steve and Fury, his face was covered in numerous large and small bruises from the overturned car.

"Like I said before," the agent said, "I really don't remember exactly, the three of us took that guy out of S.H.I.E.L.D. and got in the car. It didn't take long, the guy There was a sudden laugh and then there was chaos in the trunk."

The agent smiled wryly: "Then I heard a snap of my fingers, and then I didn't know anything."

"You told your chief that you heard the Mad Hatter say the name Alice?" Steve asked.

The agent nodded, and then said: "After I lost consciousness, when I regained consciousness, the car had already hit the truck in front. After the car overturned, I saw the Mad Hatter walking away from the car In the past, in the middle of his mouth, he mentioned Alice."

"Did he mention anything besides Alice?" Steve looked at the agent.

The agent frowned, struggling with his memory.

"He seemed to say something about Alice, I'm here to find you," the agent said. He thought for a while and then nodded affirmatively, "That's what that guy said."

Steve's pupils shrank slightly, and his voice raised slightly: "Are you sure he said that?"

"I'm sure," the agent nodded. "That guy sounded very happy when he spoke."

Fury glanced at Steve, who had already pulled out his cell phone and called Ivan.

"Ivan?" The call was connected quickly, and Steve asked eagerly, "Where are you? Are you still in the Avengers Building?"

Steve's series of questions stunned Ivan for a moment.

"Uh..." Ivan felt guilty for a moment. Last night, Steve told him not to go out as much as possible to recover from his injuries.

"It's like this," Ivan's eyes fell on the crowd not far away, "I have something to do, so I went out for a while and haven't returned yet."

Before Steve on the other end of the phone could say anything, Ivan quickly began to explain.

"It's really important," Ivan said, "I promise I'll be back in a minute, really."

"Where are you?" Steve asked on the other end of the phone.

Ivan glanced at Will who was walking towards him, he hesitated for a moment, and then reported the address of the hotel to Steve.

"It was Agent Will Graham from the FBI who asked me to do a favor," Ivan said. "There was a fire in the hotel and someone died."

"Do you have a lot of FBI agents over there?" Steve asked.

After hearing Ivan's affirmative answer, Steve was visibly relieved.

"Listen to me, Ivan." Steve said, "The Mad Hatter ran away on the way to escort him away. We can't find him now. I think he might go looking for you."

"what?"

"I'll pick you up soon," Steve said. "You stay in that hotel and don't go anywhere. With the FBI agents here, at least you're safe now."

The phone was hung up hastily by Steve, and Ivan glanced at Will and John standing beside him.

"I had the guests taken to the two halls on the top floor," Will said. "I've got to go up and have a look. Do you want to come with me?"

Ivan looked at the phone in his hand. Steve couldn't make it for a while, so he put the phone away and nodded.

"We'll go up with you."

On the third floor of the hotel, at the door of room 309, an FBI agent was knocking impatiently on the door of the room.

"FBI, please open the door, everyone has to go to the lobby on the top floor, please cooperate with our work." The agent said.

After the agent knocked on the door impatiently, the door of the room suddenly opened.

Behind the door of the room stood a hunched man. The man was wearing a hoodie, and the cap on his head covered most of his face.

"I...cough, cough, cough, cough..." The man had just opened his mouth when a violent cough broke out.

"Are you okay?" The detective was taken aback by the man's appearance as if he was about to cough up blood.

As soon as the FBI agent finished speaking, the man in the room suddenly staggered and fell to the ground.

"Hello!" The detective standing at the door yelled, and hurried into the room to see what happened to the man.

As soon as the detective squatted in front of the man, the man quickly opened his eyes, and then strangled the detective's neck.

The detective subconsciously wanted to touch the gun on his waist. Before he could touch the gun, the man strangled him by the neck and slammed him against the wall, and then the door of the room was closed tightly. closed.

After 5 minutes, the door of the room came again. Hannibal tidied up the FBI uniform he had just put on, then looked upstairs, turned around and walked to the first floor.

Will stood at the door of the hall, he carefully examined the people in the hall, and then frowned.

"There's no Hannibal," Will said, "he's not among these people."

Ivan turned his head and glanced at John, who shook his head, but he did not find Hannibal Lecter among these people.

An FBI agent ran out of the hall, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand, and he didn't know what he was talking about. After a while, the agent ran back to the hall with a strange expression on his face.

"Agent Graham," came the agent who had run back down the hall, "did you see Gary? I have no way of contacting him."

"I didn't see him," Will said. "Where did he go?"

"I put him in charge of calling the people in the room on the third floor to come upstairs, but he never came up, and there was no response from the intercom."

Will thought of something for a moment, he turned his head and walked downstairs.

"Call a few people and search every room on the third floor."

Ivan's cell phone rang, and it was Steve calling.

"I'm coming down now." Ivan glanced at John and signaled that he was going to leave. "I still have something to do here. You may have to come up first and wait for me for a while."

While talking on the phone, Ivan walked towards the elevator.

Soon, the FBI found the unreachable agent in room 309.

The agent appeared to be dead for a moment, the dagger that slit his throat had been thrown carelessly on the ground, and his uniform had disappeared.

Will looked at the agent who fell on the ground: "Count the number of FBI in the hotel now, immediately!"

Ivan stood in the elevator and went from the third floor to the first floor very quickly.He stepped out of the elevator and was about to walk out of the hotel.

The FBI standing at the entrance of the hotel began to walk into the hotel. The nearby police took over the work of the FBI to maintain the martial law at the entrance and exit. The first floor of the hotel became chaotic in an instant, and Ivan was hit by someone.

"Sorry." The voice of the person who bumped into Ivan sounded familiar.

"It's okay." Ivan didn't care, he responded casually, he took a few steps back, and made way for an FBI.

Ivan looked at the door of the hotel. Steve should have not arrived yet, so he took out his cell phone and called Steve.

"I'm at the hotel entrance, are you coming soon?" Ivan asked.

"Ivan," the person behind Ivan suddenly posted, "It seems that William's idiot is really useless."

The familiar voice made Ivan break out in a cold sweat. It was Hannibal Lecter!

"Han..." As soon as Ivan spoke, he felt a pain in the back of his neck, and then he lost consciousness.

"Ivan? Ivan!" The phone fell to the ground, and Steve's anxious voice came from the phone, but there was no voice from the phone to reply him.

On the third floor of the hotel, Will counted the number of FBI personnel. Excluding the dead agent found in room 309, the number of remaining agents was exactly right.

"He's gone," Will said. "He's gone from us."

Will turned his head only to realize that Ivan was not behind him, and he looked at John suspiciously.

"Where's Ivan?" Will asked.

John frowned. He looked at the watch on his wrist. Almost 5 minutes had passed, and Ivan hadn't come back yet.

Something might be wrong, John had an ominous premonition.

Wilde's cell phone rang suddenly, and he picked it up: "Hello?"

"Agent Graham? My name is Steve Rogers. We met last time at the FBI building," said the other end of the line.