[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

After Ivan woke up, he found that he should be in the back compartment of an ambulance.

His wrists were simply tied up with a rope, and Ivan tried to struggle twice, but his body was limp, and he couldn't exert any strength.

After struggling twice, Ivan lost his strength. He leaned against the carriage, took a breath, and then tried to stand up against the carriage.

Ivan rubbed his shoulders against the carriage and tried to stand up straight. He just straightened up slightly, but the next second his legs gave way and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Damn it." Ivan gasped and cursed in a low voice. He didn't have any strength in his body now, and there must be something wrong.

"After Hannibal Lecter knocked you out, he found an ambulance that wasn't in the car," Ann's voice sounded particularly anxious, "and then he dug something out of the car to give you an injection." Then I will drive you away."

"He must have injected me with something similar to an anesthetic, and the dose should be quite a lot." Ivan's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. Now, for him, he couldn't even do the simple act of standing up.

"What should I do?" An asked, "He knocked you unconscious and took you away. He couldn't possibly be talking about life, ideals, and the future with you. He probably planned to kill you."

"What else can I do," Ivan said, "let's not talk about escaping now, I can't even stand up, wait for the car to stop and see Hannibal Lecter, and then look for a chance to escape."

Ivan took another breath, probably because Hannibal had injected him with a lot of medicine, and he had already started to feel dizzy.

"And," Ivan licked his dry lips, "I disappeared inexplicably. Steve and Will will find out. As long as we are still in New York City, they will definitely find me."

The young man turned his head and glanced at the front of the carriage, as if he could see the man driving through the iron sheet.A gloomy look flashed in Ivan's eyes, and he looked around the carriage.

Ivan's eyes fell from the hospital bed in the carriage to the medical emergency equipment, where several scalpels were placed.He reluctantly stood up with a bowed body, walked a few steps with trembling legs, and then fell on the car again.

"You're fine!" Ann yelled, and Ivan looked as if he had hurt his still-unhealthy foot again.

"It's okay." Ivan took a few heavy breaths. He tried his best to get rid of the dizziness caused by the effect of the medicine, and then struggled to climb to the shelf where the scalpel was placed. "I need to get a knife."

Ivan squirmed his body, moving towards the shelf bit by bit, accompanied by gradually rapid breathing.

"Or don't take it anymore," Ann heard Ivan's rapid panting, "When the effect of the medicine wears off a bit, I'll lend you my strength, and then we can escape."

"No," Ivan finally got to the side of the shelf, "who knows how much medicine Hannibal Lecter took from this car, what if he took medicine from other ambulances before he left?"

The young man pulled down two scalpels from the second shelf with his chin, then turned his back to pick up the scalpels and held them in his hand.

"If Hannibal Lecter keeps injecting me," Ivan said, "then I won't be able to use your powers. I'll have to use the knife. If I get the chance, I can at least deal with that guy." .”

As soon as Ivan finished speaking, before An could say anything, the car stopped suddenly. A minute later, the door of the rear compartment of the ambulance was opened.

Hannibal was wearing a paramedic uniform. He stood at the door of the car and looked at Ivan who was sitting on the ground.

"You're awake," Hannibal said as he entered the carriage, "we're almost there."

Seeing Hannibal approaching him step by step, Ivan stepped back subconsciously, and soon his back was on the carriage, and he clenched the scalpel in his hand.

"Although it's almost here," Hannibal squatted in front of Ivan, "but you still need to sleep for a while."

Before Ivan could say anything to Hannibal, a towel covered his mouth and nose.

"We'll see you later." Before Ivan fainted, he saw Hannibal smile to himself.

At this time, the FBI building on the other side of New York City was in chaos.

Will was sitting in his office, opposite him sat the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the two Avengers.

"That is to say," Fury said, "The person who captured Ivan Byrd is still uncertain. You also have a suspect who has escaped here, and he and Ivan Byrd have also had bad luck."

"According to the fugitive from S.H.I.E.L.D. you described," Will said, "the possibility of him harming Ivan is rather small, but the fugitive that our FBI is now chasing is different."

Will was silent for a while: "Although it has not been confirmed yet, he may have killed dozens of people, or even more. And..."

Steve scowled as he waited for Will's next word.

"That prisoner may eat people." Will said.

He accidentally knocked over Steve's coffee, "Sorry." He said in a low voice.

Tony glanced at the spilled coffee, then at Will.

"I have a question about the suspect you're arresting," Tony said to Will, "if he took Ivan, how likely is it that he would have killed Ivan."

Will looked up at Tony, then shook his head, he didn't know if Hannibal would kill Ivan, and he didn't know how long Hannibal would kill Ivan.

"Now S.H.I.E.L.D. and the FBI have jointly set up checkpoints at all traffic entrances and exits in and out of New York," Fury said. "There is no way for them to escape from New York."

"Don't be so absolute, what if they escaped from New York?" Tony raised his eyelids and glanced at Fury, "After all, one of these two fugitives escaped from the S.H.I.E.L.D. round and round."

This is the truth, although it doesn't sound that good, but Fury can't refute it at all, he can only pretend that he didn't hear it.Anyway, this is not the first time Tony Stark has spoken like this, this is his usual style.

"I have a question I want Agent Graham to answer." Tony looked at Will.

"Did Ivan tell you that he is a mutant, but his ability is to read memories?"

Will looked at Tony, but didn't speak.

"This is very important, agent," Tony said. "If you want to save Ivan, you have to tell me the truth, so I know how to save him."

"..." After a few minutes of silence, Will finally made a decision. He nodded, "He told me that he is a mutant and has the ability to read other people's memories, but he doesn't want me to tell others."

"It's also strange," Tony said, "He told me that he is a mutant, but his ability is a little bit stronger."

When Tony said this, he glanced at Steve, and met Steve's gaze as expected.

"Whether he's telling lies or not," Tony said, "at least what he told both of us is that he's a mutant, and I just happen to know a friend who can find out where the mutants are."

Tony looked at Steve: "Charles Xavier, you met, the principal."

"Of course, you can't completely count on him," Tony continued. "In case Ivan doesn't say a word of the truth, you'd better issue a wanted warrant. The bigger the scope, the better."

In a remote residential area in New York City, a household is broadcasting a news channel.

"A piece of news is urgently inserted," the news anchor on the TV looked serious, "The FBI urgently issued two arrest warrants. If you find any clues, please contact the police."

The Mad Hatter sitting on the sofa in the room smiled slowly. He looked at the picture of himself on the wanted poster on the TV screen, and then took a bite of the apple in his hand.

Two people's legs were exposed behind the sofa on the left side of the Mad Hatter, and dark red blood spread outward from under the sofa.

The voice of the news anchor continued to be heard on the TV: "...At the same time, a man named Ivan Bird in our city has disappeared. The police suspect that his disappearance is related to the two fugitives mentioned above. Citizens with clues are requested to actively cooperate. police."

A photo of a red-haired youth suddenly appeared on the TV screen, which made the Mad Hatter sitting on the sofa sit up straight.

"My Alice is missing?!" The man sounded extremely emotionally unstable, and the coffee table in the living room was kicked by the man, making a harsh sound.

"What was the name of that fugitive just now?" The Mad Hatter stood up, stepped into the blood on the ground, and walked towards the bedroom indifferently, leaving a string of dark red spots on the ground. footprint.

"Ah, I remember," the Mad Hatter muttered, "Hannibal Lecter."

At the same time, Charles Xavier received a call from New York.

"Good afternoon," Charles began. "Why did you remember to call me?"

Tony's voice came from the phone: "I have something to ask for your help."

Charles was a little surprised, he laughed: "This is not a sentence that you can often hear, what do you want me to do for you?"

"I want you to help find someone," Tony said, "it should be a mutant named Ivan Byrd."

"Should be? You use a subtle word," Charles said.

"Because he might not be a mutant," Tony sighed. "I'm not sure if he lied, but I think he should."

"Okay," Charles replied, "wait for me for a while, and I'll help you find this person."

"Wait a minute," Tony said before Charles hung up the phone, "Is there any mutants in your place who can track other people's locations, or use some means to find missing people?"

Charles raised his eyebrows: "Just yesterday, I found a girl who has the ability to track scents within a certain range. She may be able to help you."

"Great," Tony said, "I'll have her picked up now."