[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

It wasn't until late at night that Eric walked out of the police station with his coat on his forearm.He stood on the steps and took a deep breath, rubbing his tired eye sockets with his fingers.

"Wait a moment!"

"Why can't it just end." Eric was a little irritable, and walked down the steps quickly, walking all the way towards the road.

"Hey, You!"

Someone caught up and stopped Eric.But in front of Magneto, who is already full of negative emotions, the police chief is also a head short.

William Brown didn't care. Instead, he raised his hand a little, landed on Eric's chest, and accurately touched a hard object under the other's skirt.

"Listen," he said with a warning in his tone, lowering his voice: "I know what you are, don't pretend. I will ask you one last time, what is your purpose?"

Eric pushed his hand away unceremoniously, not bothering to answer.

The people from the police station have been interrogating him for a day because of the case in the morning, and now there is another one. If he doesn't shut up, his patience has reached its limit, and he doesn't mind teaching him a lesson.

William sneered, and stood firmly in front of Eric: "Don't try to lie to me, it is impossible for ordinary people to throw a dozen-pound toolbox sixty yards."

"You can catch me." Eric approached him in turn, with a dangerous expression on his face, and whispered: "You can handcuff me now."

"Don't worry," William said coldly, "If you hadn't saved Wesley, I would never let someone like you go so easily. Also, I hope I won't see you again in Baltimore."

"My kind of person." Eric sneered.

The street lights began to flicker, there were rustling noises all around, the trash can suddenly overturned, and a water pipe on the grass vibrated for no reason.Gradually, the surrounding noises became louder and louder. William Brown raised his head and moved his feet. He vaguely felt that the street lamp above his head would fall down at any time.

Eric's hoarse voice already revealed deep fatigue due to the whole day's interrogation, and he said slowly: "What a person like me would do, you smart brain, it shouldn't be difficult to guess."

William Brown gritted his teeth, his face was full of anger, but Lanshere was right, he really couldn't arrest him now, after all, the news that the campus maintenance worker knocked down the gunman had already appeared on the web pages of major news , Tomorrow, newspapers in all cities will report today's events - what a shame!

In contrast, Eric, who strode away, felt a thousand times more oppressed and humiliated in his heart.

Mutants are not the favored ones of heaven. Since he awakened from his abilities, his identity as a mutant has brought him only pain and torture.This identity, this ability, kept taking away his parents, family, wife, and his... Anya.

But hatred didn't help him to go on. Sebastian Shaw, who tried to win over but eventually destroyed his family, was arrested without being killed by him and put in a mutant prison.After Eric left cia, he only had one thought, that his ability was also the murderer of Anya.

But what happened today gradually made him sober, and after a few hours passed, it even became unbearable.

Leaving the scope of the police station, he immediately found a phone booth and put the few coins he had on him into it.

The excitement made him clenched his fists.

His jaw was tense, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the muscles of his cheeks bulged slightly, and he pressed the buttons one by one. During the waiting period, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and with a bang, he slammed on the machine hard.

After an unknown period of time, the phone was connected, and the voice on the other end seemed to have just been awakened from sleep.

"George."

The other party sounded sober immediately: "Eric? God, do you know what time it is?"

"I have something to look for you."

"What happened, are you still in Baltimore?" Identity forgery expert George Old Creek was completely refreshed: "How about your ability...?"

"George, tell me, the device on my body, the device you said was brought out of the abandoned research institute—is the only one in the world."

Hearing this, George on the other side of the phone suddenly stuttered: "You, what are you talking about?"

Eric closed his eyes, and after a long time, he said in silence: "You lied to me."

George Old Creek had forged a perfect identity for him, and he was one of the few old acquaintances he trusted.

"You sold this gene controller?" Eric's voice was very low, unable to hear any emotion: "How long?"

"But Eric..." Seeing that the matter seemed irreversible, the other end of the phone stopped defending: "What happened, let me tell you first, it was you who said to put it on your body, I...I persuaded you gone."

"No!!" A roar finally burst through the throat: "You are using me as an experiment! Tell me, is this device put into use?" There seemed to be an invisible storm inside the phone booth, and every screw creaked .

And considering how long it had been since he installed the device, it was hard to imagine how much he had helped this duplicity.

Especially what he saw this morning kept flashing through his mind, the dying boy lying on the hospital bed, the confusion in his eyes seemed to feel that he had done something wrong.

Children... no matter what happens, they will always feel that they did something wrong.

"...Not for a long time." The rage towards Eric on the phone began to be a little overwhelming: "Trust me."

"But today I saw another device." Eric's voice sounded grim: "That one is very different from the one on me, it has advanced a lot, and it seems that it is not just a slow 'cure' gene. No long time?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and it took a long time before he said: "Please, Eric, we are friends, and I never thought of betraying you. And - this is what you want, I sell the information, what do you have?" What about the loss?"

Eric endured and endured, and finally said slowly: "You'd better hide quickly, friend."

"Don't try to threaten me... Eric, this is what I've been meaning to say to you, about 'treatment', mutants—there's no cure at all."

Hanging up the phone with a bang, Eric froze for a long time before taking off his shirt and observing the metal device on his chest that kept weakening his abilities——

Unlike that boy's, the one on his body is not completely embedded in the body, it is just a long-term injection device.

But if you want to take it out directly, it will undoubtedly cause internal bleeding and a huge wound.

He hadn't thought about taking it off since he put it on, but now... he would take it out, but not in the phone booth, he didn't have that much time to lie down.

He made all the plans in his mind in an instant, his physical fatigue disappeared because of his anger, thinking of how many mutants he had indirectly affected because of his selfishness—his ears were buzzing.

……

The grilled steak, as exquisite as a five-star plate, was gently placed not far from Wesley.

His rescue target gave a weak and vague response, and he could no longer tell where it was. He was even very interested when he saw the food in front of him.

"..." Wesley was as quiet as a chicken.

In the past four or ten minutes, he has made many attempts, but all have been in vain, especially as time has passed, and his heart has changed from panic to fear.

Half an hour ago, he tried to activate the body functions of the rescue target, but he didn't expect that the target's consciousness had already completely collapsed, and Wesley grasped the control of the body in an instant.

In the image given by the system, this luxurious room is opened deep underground, behind two large curtains hanging from the high ceiling, there are no imaginary windows at all.And the only exit was equipped with a digital code lock, so it seemed impossible for him to get out without getting the code from another person in the room.

Wesley had already smelled the smell of hopelessness from the room with tears streaming down his face.

I don't know what happened to this body, it's a bit limp, but after stimulating the body's functions, it's still stronger than sitting on a chair blankly.

Vision changed from blurred to clear.

Wesley gently pulled out the needle and stood up silently on one leg.

……

one leg? ! !

Losing his balance instantly, Wesley fell to the ground in a panic.

He looked back in shock at the place where the other leg used to be, which was being wrapped in layers of pure white gauze, and disappeared below the thigh.Because of his movements, the gauze began to ooze blood.

A strong alarm sounded in his heart, and even Wesley's own mind became a little confused when he saw this scene.But he understands that now is not the time to be afraid, he must immediately...

Rhythmic footsteps approached, and a pair of brand new leather shoes stopped in front of him.

The arm extending from above was extremely powerful, and suddenly pulled Wesley up from the ground, and at the same time, a disapproving voice said in a special, unhurried tone: "Charlie, you can tell me what you want to do first. Look, the gauze is dirty. Remember not to make a mess of this."

The pupils of Wesley, who was pushed back on the chair, shrank violently, because the person in front of him faced him for the first time.

With profound facial features and calm eyes like a silent lake, it seemed that he would not be surprised by any of Wesley's actions. This textbook-like gentleman said in a tone of teaching children: "Don't worry, it will be over soon."

With that, he left again amidst the sound of music.

Wesley was shocked by the calmness shown by this legendary figure, and at the same time, he noticed that Hannibal returned to the long table, took out the kitchen knife from the knife holder again, and smiled at him in between his busy schedule.

"..." Help, help!

But from this moment on, Hannibal no longer turned his back to him, and Wesley had to wait, allowing the subject's consciousness to take over the body again.

Finally, dinner is served.

Wesley watched the calm serial killer secretly.

"Eat, Charlie." Hannibal Lecter greeted like a friend, dropped the red wine glass back to the table, then cut off a piece of fried meat of unknown material on the plate, and put it into the gourmet's thin lips.

Wesley took over the body again.

He held the knife and fork tremblingly, and dealt with the thick steak in front of him.

The perfect cutting touch comes from the chef's superb skills, and the rich meat aroma blows across the face.

Wesley held his breath in pain.

Just as his hand holding the knife and fork gradually strengthened, he was about to catch him by surprise in the next second——

"Did you know?" Hannibal straightened his napkin and took another sip of red wine.

Finally, he looked at Wesley, raised his fork to him, and reminded:

"your eyes."

"..."? ? ?

"Interesting, they're not the original color."

Wesley's throat tightened.

In the next second, he seemed to see a real predator, and the shadow continued to expand in front of him.

……

boom! !Daily mission failed!

Unlike the pleasant reminder of the mission, the explosion of the mission failure is like the bad soundtrack in the game hall of the last century.

Wesley lay on the bed in a daze, a dizzy and nauseating experience made him close his eyes and lift the corpse.

After a long time, he asked feebly, "How much was deducted just now?"

"The daily task failed, and the task subject died." The system said: "Since the daily task has uncertain factors, 200 points will be deducted."

"..." Wesley, who returned to the pre-liberation, pondered for a moment, and asked humbly: "You can let an ordinary person who has lost a lot of blood, has only one leg left, and has been sedated to defeat Hannibal Lecter, get the password and then Leave the underground?"

"Such an assumption is meaningless," the system said.

"..."

"If the host's ability is strong enough, there will be a 30.00% possibility." The system finally concluded.

"you……"

Wesley seemed to recall the fear of being dominated by a kitchen knife, and shivered back to bed.

Go to sleep, there will be no worries when you sleep.

After a period of calm days, Wesley was asked by his adoptive father to stay at home for half a month because of the shooting incident.Although it looks like a good intention, but you are not allowed to step out of the door, what kind of operation is this?

After finally overcoming the fear, I started to do daily tasks again. The points were slowly rising every day, and gradually made up for the 200 points lost in the underground room that day.But the psychological shadow could not be dissipated, and Wesley still felt shuddering when he thought of it occasionally.

Finally back to school, it was completely opposite to before. Many students tried to make friends with Wesley, and they seemed to be watching wild animals.

Wesley hid alone in the bathroom that day, thinking that if he had a mobile phone to access the Internet, he could stay here forever.

Ding--

In the golden light, Wesley looked intently, and the mission description slowly unfolded:

Any hero with great aspirations must make adequate preparations before doing great things, otherwise the tongue of evil will also devour immature heroes.Let reality teach you to grow, don't lose the most important life because of recklessness——

Nature: Key distress signal.

Rewards: 1. 50 points will be awarded for completing tasks;

Restrictions: Injury to innocent people or cause irreversible damage during missions requires immediate treatment and restoration. 1000 points are required to exchange for "full body healing". Please proceed with caution.

Key words this time: I can't get out, it hurts so much, help!

accept (yes/no)

Childish hero?

"Emmm..." Wesley rubbed his eyebrows.

……

Billowing thick smoke, fierce tongues of fire licking every corner of the line of sight, the scorching heat is enough to suffocate, and there are terrible sounds everywhere, as if the whole building is already crumbling.

Wesley felt that someone was leaning on his back, and he had fallen into a coma, and there was a dirty pet cat in his hand.The protagonist of this mission, on the other hand, knelt on the floor, gasping for breath.

No...it's burning everywhere...I can't find my way out!God... I can't breathe.I shouldn't have just come in like this... I...

"It's a good attitude to admit your mistakes." Wesley had a broken heart, and forced himself to calm down: "Tell me, you are not committing suicide, Peter."