Chapter 65
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"The government also has a special agency to deal with mutants.
Sentinel Services is on standby. "Hotch did not answer Bruce's question directly.
"Sentinel Services?" Bruce had never heard of this department.
However, it was easy to imagine its function from the name of the department.
He was now thinking of another problem.
He raised his head and looked at Hotch. "Still on standby? And now you're here. "Bruce suddenly smiled a little.
He stood up halfway and leaned his upper body over with his arms on the table. "It doesn't matter if you wear this.
But you have to help me wear it. "He almost whispered into Hotch's ear.
Bruce tilted his head.
His neck was exposed.
He felt that perhaps in Hotch's opinion, putting this on a mutant was the same concept as putting handcuffs on a criminal.
Both made people lose their ability to resist. Bruce knew that the mutant suppressor's function was to limit the mutants' ability to use their abilities.
Of course, he was not very clear about the specific method.
His super regeneration ability was indeed a mutant ability.
However, his attack ability was not. Anyway, he had not lost his ability to resist. If this could paralyze those people, he would have brought it with him.
It was just that he could not use super regeneration. However, he did not use this ability much.
Not counting the recent series of events, he had not used it much in the past few years. Instead, he occasionally had to suppress its effect.
Hotch thought that it would probably take some effort to convince Bruce.
However, he did not expect that Bruce would agree before he could even open his mouth.
He looked at Bruce, who was only about a palm away from him. "Why?" He did not realize that he might not be able to convince Bruce.
Bruce widened his eyes and said in an exaggerated tone, "Do you want me to wear it myself? But I don't know how to use this thing at all. "He had an accusing expression on his face.
"No, that's not it."
That's not what I'm talking about. "Hotch picked up the Mutant Suppressor and looked at it.
Then, he looked at Bruce awkwardly with his arms on the table. He did not know if it was an illusion.
He always felt that Bruce was especially … obedient in front of him.
Bruce blinked.
She finally understood what Hotch was asking.
He seemed to be thinking hard. "Didn't you once ask me to trust you more?" He didn't know how Hotch applied to his superiors, how much trouble he encountered, and what guarantees he made to prevent the department that dealt with the mutants from taking action directly, but he could imagine that it was not an easy task.
Because this was Hotch, because this was someone worthy of his trust.
Hotch tightened his grip on the mutant suppressor and slowly opened it. The suppressor was worn around his neck like a collar. Bruce stretched out his head again and tugged at the collar of his shirt so that it would be easier for him to put it on.
Bruce waited for a while. Through the glass table, he saw that Hotch's expression was a little dark under the light. The suppressor by his neck had not been turned on.
It was like some kind of ritual.
"Hotch?" Bruce tilted his head.
His phone suddenly rang. Hotch put the suppressor back into the box and stood up. He turned around and walked to the kitchen window that was connected to the living room and picked up the phone.
Bruce looked at the red glow of the police lights on Hotch's face and sat back in his chair.
He saw Hotch's hesitation and knew that Hotch did not want him to put on the suppressor. That was enough.
After a while, Hotch put away his phone and walked back to the table. "The mission is canceled." He picked up the box with the suppressor and closed it.
The doctor's efficiency was pretty good. Bruce sighed in his heart. Seeing that Hotch was about to leave, he stopped him. "Have you had dinner? Do you want to stay for dinner? My cooking … "Bruce paused and glanced at the steaming hot instant pasta on the table." Emm … It's okay, "he finished the word guiltily.
Hotch stopped and looked at Bruce for two seconds. Before he said anything, the door of the apartment was pushed open and Reid ran in. "Bruce, I'm so glad you're okay." The rest of the team followed behind. Except for Garcia, who was still in the office, the small apartment seemed a little crowded.
Hotch was about to say yes. Bruce looked at Reid and smiled. "Thank you." It would have been better if he had ignored the hint of anger in his voice.
Prentiss gave Bruce a hug and saw the bowl on Bruce's table. "Speaking of which, we haven't had dinner yet. You know, we just flew back from Ohio in the afternoon."
Bruce looked at the time. It was already eight o 'clock in the evening. "I think you're all hungry. The pizza shop nearby is good. Do you want to eat together? It's my treat. "
"You're just going to treat us to pizza?" Morgan patted Bruce on the shoulder.
"Uh, it's close. Do you have any other suggestions?"
Half an hour later, in the pizza shop less than a ten-minute walk from the apartment, the team sat at a table. Garcia also came from the office.
"First, let's celebrate Bruce's return." Rossi raised his glass.
Although they didn't know what would happen next, the cancellation of the arrest operation meant that Bruce wouldn't be arrested again.
The team members all raised their glasses and drank.
"Hey, Bruce, you're pretending again. You haven't said why you don't drink. " Although Bruce raised the glass to his lips, the wine didn't even touch his lips. Morgan immediately pointed it out.
Bruce didn't expect to be pointed out this time. Shouldn't he act like he didn't see it like before? "… Alcohol will affect my fighting."
"But you don't need to fight tonight." Reid, who was sitting next to Bruce, quickly said and pushed the glass that Bruce put down in front of him.
“come
We're celebrating for you, "Garcia egged him on.
Bruce looked around and found that even Hotch was watching the show. He raised his glass helplessly. "Okay, if I get drunk, you guys have to send me back."
"Don't worry, Hotch lives next to you. He'll take care of that." Rossi winked at Bruce.
It seemed that he couldn't escape. Bruce gave up struggling. He took a deep breath and drank all the golden liquid in the glass. He almost choked and coughed twice.
"The way you drink … Are you okay?" Reid was stunned by Bruce's bold action.
"Of course I'm okay. Come." Bruce had already refilled his glass. "To freedom." He raised his glass and before anyone could react, he gulped down the champagne as if he was just drinking soda.
Ten minutes later, the team members all looked at Bruce, who had a normal expression and did not have the slightest hint of redness on his face from drinking too much. He poured himself another glass of wine, smiled, and raised his glass to them before drinking.
"Is he … drunk?" JJ asked hesitantly.
Morgan shrugged. Reid quickly grabbed the bottle that Bruce was holding. "Hey, do you remember that we're here for dinner? Don't drink anymore. "He forked a piece of pizza for him.
"Thank you." Bruce took the pizza and ate it as if nothing was wrong.
Another ten minutes passed, during which Bruce helped himself to one slice of pizza after another.
"Bruce, I think you're full. You've already eaten two …" It was Reid who stopped Bruce from eating more pizza.
Bruce looked at Reid innocently. His eyes seemed to be clear.
"I think you need to rest." Reid was a little helpless.
Bruce nodded and suddenly lay down on the table.
Seeing that Reid shook Bruce twice but he still didn't move, Rossi couldn't help but laugh. "Let's ignore him for now. We have to fill our stomachs first." They had been looking at Bruce all this time.
"To freedom." He raised his glass again.
Sometimes, it wasn't that you weren't free because of restrictions or restrictions. Some restrictions and restrictions were just a way to obtain a certain kind of freedom.
"Freedom is how you respond to your own experience." French philosopher.
JeanPaul
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