[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

The bright floor seems to be able to absorb people's shadow under the restrained light.

With a light ding, the elevator door opened, and the tall, burly figure of the police chief, who had been in glory until yesterday, stepped out of it.

He took a long step. At this time, William Brown, who was wearing casual clothes, looked dignified. His goal was the single ward at the end of the corridor.

The walking posture trained by the army made him habitually swing with one hand, and the other hand was covering his trouser pocket for some reason.

But he quickly moved his hand away, because he knew that the little thing that had been in his pocket for many years was no longer in his hands.

At first his walking was steady, until there was a rattling sound from a ward at the end of the corridor, as if something had fallen.

William Brown picked up the pace.

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Will Graham dragged his injured leg, and when Hannibal rushed towards him again, he felt that kind of supernatural power rising in his body for a short time, and the injured leg seemed to have no pain. The force kicked Hannibal in the stomach.

Hannibal still holds the strange thing in his hand, but Will realizes from Wesley's intermittent connection that the device in Hannibal's hand will limit Wesley's ability.Even if Hannibal was kicked down by him, he would not let go of the damn button in his hand.

Will raised his gun again.

"Kill me," Hannibal's encouraging tone was still so lofty, he looked at Will, as if he was looking at another person in his head, and said: "I admire you, Wesley, you actually Still here. I guess this device doesn't work for you quite as well as I know it to..."

Wesley had heard the danger warning from the system more than once, and he couldn't maintain this state for a long time, just a few minutes, because the physical damage and brain damage caused by the continuous electric shock had allowed him to heal himself several times.

But he knew that if he couldn't bear to leave, Will would immediately become Hannibal's victim.

Wesley said: "You must kill him now, Will, or I will leave, and you will not be able to fight him at all. Don't worry, there must be sufficient evidence in this house that Hannibal Lecter is a long-term cannibal Or, you won't kill the wrong person."

For a short time, Will also felt Wesley's pain, spreading in his mind.

"My God, what is he doing to you, Wesley?"

Just as Will gritted his teeth and gradually bent his finger on the trigger, Hannibal was incredibly calm, and suddenly said, "Will, I know where those children are."

"……what?"

"Don't listen to him, Will!" Wesley's bad premonition had reached its peak, and he felt that he could no longer hold on.His voice in Will's mind was not only getting farther and farther away, but also trembling badly: "Shoot, Will, please!"

"It's the missing children in the news, they haven't been found yet, haven't they?" Hannibal still had blood on his cheeks, and looked countless times more embarrassed than usual, but when he stared at Will, Will could still Feel the victory in that gaze.

God, he had planned it all along.

Will felt a twitch inside, Hannibal Lecter, he'd seen all the possibilities.

"Where are they?" Will put his gun on Hannibal's forehead, trying not to show the slightest bit of confusion in his expression: "Where are those children, are they still alive? Prove!"

"Franklin told me personally during the visit that there is a place he loves the most, and he doesn't want anyone to touch it anyway... I guess, except for me, no one else knows."

"He's stalling for time," Wesley insisted.

"I have a gun, Wesley, he can't delay long, my men will be here soon." Will comforted Wesley in his mind.

The communication in their minds, the outside world only passed for a moment, Will clenched his weapon, he will never let Hannibal Lecter go, he thought.

But Wesley's next words, as well as the sudden and complete disappearance of his physical strength, turned into a feverish mind, made him completely lose his ability to speak.

"He's going to kill me, Will."

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Wesley returned to his body from the severe pain, and what greeted him was the pillow covering his cheeks, and the suffocating darkness enveloped him.No matter how hard he struggled, the force pressing his limbs made it impossible for him to escape.

He wants to suffocate me!

This was the first time in his own body that Wesley felt that he was so close to death. He exhausted all his strength, but only consumed the oxygen in his lungs faster.

Gradually, William Brown noticed that the boy under him lost his strength to struggle, and his limbs gradually relaxed. Even though the mutant controller exposed to the air on his chest showed that it was still activated, he remained motionless.

William Brown's expression was ferocious, his face turned purple, but tears flowed down from his eye sockets uncontrollably.

"You can't go on, Wesley, you can't go on wrong..." He muttered to himself: "I will go to your brother soon, don't worry, I will take care of it, I will take care of it..."

He waited, he needed to confirm that Wesley had really left.

"Open the door." A man's voice suddenly came from outside the door, and the nurse on duty arranged by William Brown stopped him: "He is already asleep."

"No, open," the voice became stronger: "Your expression doesn't tell me that—" The people outside the door seem to be pulling.

"Okay." The man with a slight nasal voice said.

Suddenly there was a terrible sound from the door locked by William from the inside, as if it was distorted from the inside by some huge force.

The door was visibly deformed with the naked eye. It was slowly wrinkled, folded, and completely torn from the door frame like a piece of paper.

The tears on William Brown's face did not dry up, but he had already put on a look of hatred, looking at the figure that appeared behind the door.

"It's you!"

And when Eric Lanshere saw the scene in the ward, his eyes were bloodshot almost instantly.

He didn't say a word, anger was written on his face, he raised his hand in an instant, a metal storm blew up in the room, William Brown's body was knocked upside down by the metal frame, and he had to move away from Wesley .

Eric hurried to Wesley's side and threw away the pillow. The young man's face was already pale.

"It's useless!! You monster!! He is my son, and he will always be my son!!" William Brown, who was cornered, shouted.

"You—" Eric didn't look back, he raised his finger, and all the metal objects in the room floated up, one of which was completely deformed, and the sharp-edged ends were still overlapping.

William Brown, looking at it, knew already that it would be his own death.

In the next second, the thick and sharp metal nails accelerated suddenly, and there was a muffled pop, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking. William lowered his head and saw the end of a fist-sized metal rod appearing in the center of his chest. The whole person was nailed to the wall in the corner.

"Enjoy it," Eric brushed Wesley's bloodless cheeks, and squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "I don't want you to die too soon."

The nurse ran away screaming, William's throat rolled, and he let out a cough. A large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth, making him unable to speak, but so far, he has nothing to say.

As Eric said, he was suffering in pain, and he couldn't die early anyway. The process was so slow that when he was still conscious, he saw that under Eric's rescue, Wesley took another breath With a sigh of relief, the pale face gradually returned to rosy.

"No!!!" William neighed like a beast, twisting unwillingly, which accelerated the blood flow.He opened his mouth and shouted in Wesley's direction, "You—"

His voice stopped abruptly, and a coin came out from the back of William's head without a sound, and fell to the ground with a clang.

Eric turned his head and looked at William's corpse with disgust, then moved his fingers away from Wesley's neck, bent down quickly, and planned to pick up the unconscious patient and leave here.

"Will, no!" At this moment, Wesley seemed to be frightened in a coma. He murmured, his brows were tightly frowned, and a painful and disturbed expression appeared on his face.

Eric also felt a powerful force pushing him away, forcing him to leave Wesley.He looked at the boy carefully, and after a while, he sat beside Wesley and began to wait.

I saw that the boy's eyes had opened at some point, but the original dark brown pupils had been covered with a gilded luster, and the inside seemed to be surging with gold. He stared at the air in front of him, as if he was looking through the ceiling. Another place.

Eric knew that Wesley had the ability to heal himself, but apparently, he was more than that.

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Will Graham was bleeding like a river.

When Wesley spent 10 points to heal himself again and quickly returned to Will's consciousness, the situation here has come to an end.

The fever and the wound on the leg, two weaknesses that were catastrophic, put Will at a disadvantage from the start.When Wesley had to leave, his situation immediately fell to the bottom.

Hannibal regarded Will as a respectable opponent. For a while, he believed that Will was the person who understood him best in the world. Sooner or later the day will end.

Hannibal was also seriously injured. He turned sideways to Will who was lying on the ground dying, and slowly wiped the sharp knife in his hand enduring the gunshot wound.

The clothes on Will's body were already soaked in blood, and he couldn't stop the multiple bleeding wounds with his hands.

He couldn't survive.

When Will clearly realized this, his life had come to an end.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear Wesley's voice in his mind again, but Will was already unable to answer.

In Will's consciousness, Wesley could feel the vitality of this body gradually disappearing, and he felt all of Will's pain.

"The system," Weiss had no other ideals except for this one. Among the choices between being passively deducted points by the system and actively treating Will, he would undoubtedly choose the latter: "cure Will Graham."

"It will consume 1000 points, do you agree?"

"agree."

The mission is up to today, and the points Wesley has worked so hard to accumulate are only a little over 2000 points. Before that, he used up a lot due to continuous self-healing, and now it has been reduced by half in an instant. But aside from the pain, he is very fortunate, at least Will still breathed a sigh of relief, unlike Jessica who didn't leave him the last chance.

Will passed out, and Wesley took control of his body. Almost the next second when his points disappeared, he could feel the cut skin and injured internal organs, as if they were being pulled by a strange force, and the wound gradually Closed together.

The high fever brought about by the encephalitis that had been bothering Will also disappeared quickly like snowflakes.

The movements of Hannibal's hands suddenly stopped, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of vitality returning. Even with Wesley's eyes closed, he could see something from Will. Hannibal said, "You're back," his A little dissatisfaction finally appeared in the voice: "It seems that William has failed."

Wesley stood up from the ground, and he felt the strength brought by his body's recovery.

"You too will fail, Hannibal."

"You brought Will back from death, Wesley." Hannibal said without emotion, "If I were William, I would have killed you earlier. You will bring order to this world."

"What kind of order?"

"The jungle eats the jungle, Wesley."

At this moment, Wesley suddenly had a warning sign in his heart. For a thousandth of a second, he opened the system map in his consciousness, and saw a second red dot appeared in the room out of thin air.

Bang! !

Gunshots sounded again.

Looking at the penetrating wound on his left chest, Wesley trembled in his heart.

He turned his head, and Will's pistol had been in Ethan's hands at some point. He raised his arm, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand was still smoking.

Hannibal repeated unhurriedly: "The weak eat the strong, Wesley."

Wesley fell, Will's heart was punctured, and he would have died instantly.

He closed his eyes, genuinely terrified, as if Will's chance of survival was slipping away from him.

"Heal Will, System."

"It will consume 1000 points, do you agree?"

With only his last breath left, he saved Will's life again, but Wesley has very few points left, and Will can't be resurrected again.

Ethan Brown came over, and before he recovered, the black muzzle of the gun was already pointing at Will's head.

"See how many times you can survive, bastard."

……

Eric stood by Wesley's side, the noise outside the ward became more and more noisy, and the door panel was like a piece of scrap iron, tightly blocking the door again.

"FBI, the people inside, no matter who you are, we will meet your requirements!" Spencer Reid was in a state of anxiety outside the ward. He tried to knock open the crumpled door, but it was useless. Li shouted: "Wesley, are you okay, Wesley?!"

"It seems that your friend is here." Eric said.

But the next moment, his expression changed, and he couldn't help standing up.

Wesley, who was still lying on the hospital bed, seemed to be enduring great pain. Immediately afterwards, the corners of the boy's eyes gradually became moist.

His lips parted and his gaze was fixed somewhere above his forehead.

"What are you talking about, Wesley?" Eric moved closer to him.

"save--"

"Save? Save what, Wesley?"

Finally, Wesley made a clear voice. He frowned tightly, as if he was suppressing great emotions, his face was as pale as paper: "——help him, save him! Will!!!"

"The address book is open, the host's distress signal has been sent out, and the No. 1 rescuer is about to arrive at the scene. The countdown is ten seconds. Ten—nine—eight—seven..."

When the system started counting down, Wesley, who was in a state of shock, suddenly realized what had happened.

Ethan's finger was on the trigger, and his cheeks were sweating, excited by the shock of shooting into an unfamiliar face for the first time.

"Try this, Wesley." He smiled viciously.

Wesley listened to the countdown in his ears, and his heart beat faster and faster. He slowly raised his hands, crossed his fingers in front of his chest, and held them together.

"Pray now," Ethan watched his movements and laughed, "It's a little too late."

But it was only a few seconds of delay. When Wesley opened his eyes, Hannibal's big window suddenly shattered, and two hot rays of light cut in from the window. Ethan turned around in panic, and the gun in his hand instantly melted into a puddle of molten iron. .

Wesley seemed to wake up from suffocation, and took a long, deep breath.

A pleasant low voice came from outside the window.

"It seems that I have a chance to repay your favor, my friend."

Wesley lost all his strength and suddenly relaxed on the floor.

When the messy living room was completely frozen by shock, Wesley raised his head and looked at the tall figure in the sky, and he said thousands of words into one word:

"Hi."

The red bloated cape brought real hope to the blood-smelling living room.

Wesley heard the other party suddenly ask: "I don't know your name yet?"

"... My name is Wesley, Wesley Field, Superman."