[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

Spencer breathed a sigh of relief.

Not long after Wesley returned to his body, he heard the pleasant sound of the end of the mission, indicating that Spencer was safe.

Suddenly, Ethan appeared in the empty room, and Franklin hadn't followed.

Ethan quickly picked up the knife on the ground and grabbed Wesley by the shoulder, forcing him to look up.

"Don't want to hear what I'm going to say to you at the end, Ethan?"

Wesley's sudden opening of his eyes made Ethan startled, and the movements of his men stopped.

Ethan just wanted money at first, and hit it off with Franklin under the temptation of Franklin.But he didn't have the guts to kill those people himself. When the FBI agent left his sight, he knew that there was only one way to escape. More importantly, he couldn't let Wesley, the culprit in his opinion, go.

It's a pity that Ethan only dared to face the comatose Wesley. When Wesley woke up, he inevitably hesitated, especially this Wesley was not the same person as he remembered.

"I know you're just delivering those blankets, Ethan, have you ever seen how Franklin treats the women in those blankets, haven't you ever wondered?"

"Those people have nothing to do with me!" Ethan's eyes showed a fierce light, which made him more similar to his father.

"I know," Wesley's tied hands behind his back were already numb. He stabilized Ethan first, and then activated his unreliable ability.

During the mission, the system will bless him, and when the mission is over and he returns to his body, this ability becomes useless again.Fortunately, at this time, under Wesley's strong will, he successfully let the supernatural power pounce on Ethan who didn't know what happened for the first time.

Please use it, please use it!Wesley prayed.

Ethan was still holding the handle of the knife very strongly. Suddenly, he seemed to see something terrible and opened his eyes wide, but no matter whether he opened or closed them, it didn't help. He shook his head, and the sight in front of him The sight just lingers.

Sweat poured down Ethan's head immediately. He seemed to be blind and couldn't see anything. He could only get close to the bloody scene in his mind and the fear mixed with it.

"It's you, Wesley Field, it must be you!" Soon, he couldn't take it anymore, and waved the knife in his hand indiscriminately. Wesley struggled to the side, and he and his chair fell to the ground and escaped. he.

Ethan heard the sound, groped forward and rushed forward.

"What are you doing! Ethan, stop!"

Unexpectedly, when Ethan heard Franklin's voice this time, he yelled as if he had seen a ghost: "Don't come here!!"

Cold sweat broke out on Wesley's head, and he was trying to use the power on the second person at the same time.

This was even more difficult than doing three things at once. Soon, he felt his powers being drained from his body. At the same time, Franklin stopped.

"Lai, Dr. Lecter?" Surprise appeared on his face, followed by confusion. Wesley controlled his emotions and let his feelings stay in hallucinations, leaving no extra time for thinking.

Hearing that charming figure standing in front of him, Franklin said to himself sincerely: "Franklin, I saw your masterpiece, everything is perfect, except for one thing, you don't need an assistant. He is clumsy and will only get in your way , remember, he was the one who messed up everything and let Spencer Read escape..."

"Yes, Dr. Lecter, yes, you are right." A happy smile appeared on Franklin's sweaty face.

When he turned to face Ethan, Ethan, who had already sensed the strange atmosphere, began to disappear and reappear in the basement screaming like a headless chicken.

Wesley affected his brain, making him mistakenly think that he was teleporting to the ground.

"Yes, Dr. Lecter, I don't need this assistant, but he knows too much, I need..." Franklin said to himself.

But using the ability in this way was too energy-consuming, and Wesley soon felt like he was running out of fuel. Even if he used the self-healing function, he couldn't recover the consumed ability quickly.

Finally, when the door of the basement was opened heavily, and with the shout of "fbi!", Wesley relaxed all over, and the ability suddenly disappeared like a bubble.

Oh my God……

Wesley closed his eyes.

I have used up all my wits in my life.

"The hostage is injured!" There was chaos all around.

Fortunately, Wesley was already awake when he was sent to the ambulance. To his surprise, when he opened his eyes, it was none other than Will Graham.

"Wesley, how do you feel?" Will had a strange look on his face, and his face was a little pale. He looked at Wesley with concern, but also a blankness in his eyes, as if his thoughts were no longer here.

Seeing his expression, Wesley felt something, and raised his hand to touch his chest. His skirt was opened, and the circular metal controller was exposed to the air.

Will's complexion was very bad. It was obvious that he was very tired these days, which aggravated his condition.

"You're sweating, Will." Wesley raised his hand to grab a passing medical staff, and tightly grabbed the corner of the other's clothes: "Hello, ma'am, please take a look, is he sick?"

"No, Wesley, what are you doing?" Will stopped Wesley wearily but modestly, but Wesley just didn't let go.

"Okay lucky boy, don't worry, I'll help you take a look at him." The medical staff are always very patient with survivors, and when she observed Will, she also found that Will was sweating abnormally, and she couldn't help but sweat from her pocket. He took out the medical flashlight.

"Look here, sir."

This examination unexpectedly took a long time, and Will's situation aroused the other party's suspicion. The emergency doctor looked at the thermometer and suddenly said seriously: "It's not sure yet, but I'll let the hospital first Arrange a brain CT for you. Don't try to run away, just register your name."

Will originally wanted to refuse, but Wesley held him back: "You look really sick, Will."

Will glanced at him, and somehow dodged his eyes, but he helped Wesley cover the blanket with extraordinary gentle strength, and a comforting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Even though he quickly returned to his original state, he still promised: "I know I'm going to check it out."

Knowing that what he said was true, Wesley fell asleep in peace.

Will thoughtfully looked at Wesley lying on the stretcher. He turned his head, and the busy figure of William Brown was not far away.Seeing Will looking over, the other party immediately mouthed and asked, "Is he awake?"

Will clenched his fingers and shook his head at him.

While everyone else was celebrating, Will was in the hospital corridor with his new checklist.

The same inspection item, he remembered not long ago, he had just done it once, but at that time, when he walked out of the examination room, Dr. Hannibal Lecter and his doctor friend standing outside told him that there was nothing abnormal.

He thought it was really a problem with his spirit.

But now, with the checklist in hand, Will squeezes it tighter and tighter.

Something went wrong.

Something went very, very wrong, he thought.

Perhaps it was because the power was consumed too much. When Wesley woke up in the hospital again, it was already the next night.

There was still a feeling of emptiness in his mind, but his spirit recovered a lot. Wesley was about to ask the system if Will's encephalitis had been detected, when a small golden arrow appeared in the sky.

Wesley:? ? ?

This is new, has he accepted the mission?

But he didn't know why, looking at the golden arrow, he felt flustered, as if something was about to happen.

Escaping is not an option, Weiss thought about it, since he has nothing to do in bed anyway, why not go over and have a look.

This time the mission passed quickly. Wesley, who had been lying on the bed with his eyes closed for less than a minute, suddenly opened his eyes. In an instant, his eye sockets were red, and he stared at the air in front of him.

He now knew what the golden arrow represented.

It represents the other party's strong desire to call him.

When he complied with this call, what awaited him was the powerless girl in the mirror, and the tall gentleman standing behind her supporting her.

"Hey, Wesley, or—" Hannibal watched the unconscious girl in the mirror open her eyes, the pupils were covered with golden light, and he whispered in the shocked ear of her, "Or Cole. Are you a Very, very naughty boy, I know what you've done, Wesley."

"Will made an appointment with me for a while, will you come?" he said to himself.

Wes wanted to open his mouth, but the girl's facial muscles seemed to be stiff, preventing him from uttering a word.

"...I heard that this girl is a survivor of the missing hunting ground case, and her experience is so bizarre that she wrote it on her blog as a love story...Is she your friend, Wesley?"

Hannibal raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "It's such a pity."

Hearing the bang of mission failure for the second time, Wesley almost trembled all over, his mind buzzing.

Jessica! !

"The long-term mission is officially started: the distress signal from the future is in progress, please ask the host to go to the key person."

Wesley gritted his teeth, his turbulent mood made him hardly know where he was, and anger washed through his mind like flames.

new York.

The flexible figure jumping between buildings suddenly stopped, its limbs lost strength, and fell from mid-air.When he was at a very close distance from the ground, he shot out the spider thread dangerously and caught the protrusion next to him.

His figure swayed with the spider's thread, and landed on the lamppost, squatting on it like a bird, his body motionless.

Steve, who also returned to New York not long ago, turned on the radio in his old-fashioned apartment, and there was news that Baltimore had cracked a major serial murder case.

As if fascinated, Steve inadvertently let go of his fingers, and the water glass slipped out of his hand.

When it was about to fall to the ground, Steve came back to his senses and caught it in a hurry.

Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters——

Charles Xavier rested his fingers on his temples, and his soft expression slowly became dignified.

"Professor, what's the matter?" Pietro Lai stayed in the room today, seeing Charles' expression, he put down the comics in his hand.

"Something happened," Charles murmured.

At this moment, the TV that had been playing as the background sound inexplicably attracted Charles' attention.

"What's the matter, disappearance cases? There are many cases every year, which is nothing unusual." Pietro said.

"...No," many clues in his mind were connected in an instant, and Charles felt suddenly enlightened, and his frown unfolded:

"We should go to Baltimore."