[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

"What do you think of Dr. Hannibal?"

It was another sleepless night, and the rain in early spring was sparse, leaving continuous water stains on the transparent bulletproof glass.Cyril sat in the rest area next to the command hall, leaned back on the sofa chair, and shared coffee time with the young black-haired female agent opposite.

As the searchlight outside the window moved, Emily shrugged while holding the coffee, "You must have read my files, I graduated from Yale University as an undergraduate, and I read many papers published by Dr. Hannibal when I was a student. Not only does he have a professional background in psychology, but he was once a very good surgeon with rich clinical experience, which makes his research results very practical. If he can join the research on the psychology of the undead , should help us."

Psychology was a completely foreign field for Cyril.

In his hometown, only the belief in gods and some divine divination witches can take care of and protect people's hearts.

Cyril took a sip of the coffee with white milk froth, still hesitating a little.

As an agent and part-time profiler, Emily was keenly aware of her boss's mind, she tilted her head: "Do you have any concerns?"

To be honest, in Emily's casual profile, Cyril's character is actually very contradictory.

He looks gentle and calm on the outside, but he is very sensitive to all kinds of complicated power and interpersonal relationships in his heart, and he will consider a lot every time he makes a decision.Although it is not a typical ALPHA leadership personality, it can sit in the rear and give subordinates a great sense of security.

Because Emily knows in her heart that the "light" has so much power, and there are countless pairs of eyes watching their every move in the dark, but Cyril can protect her agents from complicated political factors , and even gain the upper hand in this game.But at the same time, he never used these methods to control his agents.

Emily can vaguely feel that Cyril actually has a deeply hidden arrogance towards human beings, which makes him disdain to participate in the intrigues of those politicians, and he does not bother to use human beings to seek any benefits for himself.

So when he showed doubts, Emily immediately thought of something, lowered her voice and asked, "Are you worried about Dr. Hannibal?"

"He is clean." Cyril gradually hid the expression on his face and lowered his eyes. "I don't feel any undead power in him, that's why I decided to invite him."

Emily was a little puzzled: "We have reviewed Dr. Hannibal's background, and he is very clean. He also provided very important help when he was a criminal consultant in the FBI...I personally think that the person who invited him to join the 'Bright' The decision was reasonable."

"I hope so." The handsome officer on the opposite side smiled nonchalantly, and the sound of water knocking on the glass outside the window became more and more quiet, like a ghost in the night, "But I still need to trouble you to keep an eye on him for me."

Emily is obliged: "Okay, if I find anything wrong, I will report it immediately."

"Go to work."

Cyril watched the back of the female agent leaving, and couldn't help but think of Hannibal who stood side by side with him in the flames of the Phoenix a few days ago. The Opera of the European Aristocrats.

But it was Hannibal's eyes that made Cyril frown suddenly.

That gaze was exactly the same as that of Heinshiri.

It looks polite, broad and gentle, but in the innermost part hides a beast bleeding from its paws.

The beast may wear human clothes and enjoy opera, art and beauty, but it absolutely obeys the law of the jungle, and every move is to satisfy its own desires.

For this, the Beast gladly rips out the throats of men.

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In the next few days, Cyril maintained an ordinary daily life in the "light".

After preventing a small-scale war, Clark was once again surrounded by public opinion and the media. After attending two hearings in succession, he finally escaped.Considering that this was Connor's first mission with Clark, Cyril simply invited the two of them to have lunch together in the cafeteria of the base at noon.

Cyril was the first to come, and sat at the inner side of the square table, leaning against the window.

The sun was bright and clean, pouring in without reservation, making the simple white shirt on his body very warm.

Seeing the two Kryptonians with very similar looks coming in one after the other, the rhythm between their walks was full of tacit understanding, the corners of the elf's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

He knew that Clark's feelings for Connor were very complicated, and it was difficult to accept him from the beginning, and he was always avoiding the child unconsciously.

But who makes Clark have always been a good superhero who will not abandon the public for personal reasons.

Cyril just mentioned some minor problems of Tikonor in training, and pretended to be worried about the little Kryptonian's special ability, and he was afraid that he could not teach him well.Clark took the initiative to stand up and expressed his willingness to take on the responsibility of teaching the next generation of superheroes, and he took Connor on a mission soon after.

"Good noon," the elf greeted the two with a smile, "Today the chef in the cafeteria will cook for us."

Since the inexplicable kiss last time, Cyril has never shown any behavior that crossed the line, which made Clark think wildly for many days.

After all, in that situation, the body is exhausted and painful, but there is someone who is always with you and takes you to the places you want to go to see the green grass, trees and lakes together, it seems that there are only two of you in the world Under the personal romantic atmosphere, a kiss did not seem to be a very excessive thing.

But after that, both of them were very busy. In the few free time, after Clark sent an invitation and was rejected, he temporarily persuaded himself not to think about that kiss again.

Who knows what that elf is thinking.

"There are steaks, fish rolls, and my favorite Sichuan spicy fish." After they sat down, Xi Ruier said solemnly.

Thinking of the elf's favorite bowl of fish filled with peppers, Connor couldn't help swallowing, and his face was full of complaints: "Last time you lied to me that eating spicy food can prevent hair loss, I almost fainted from the spicy food .”

Cyril leaned on the chair leisurely, with a smile in his eyes: "I just want you to understand that although part of your genes come from Lex Luthor, you are still young and will not become bald for the time being."

Clark couldn't help rubbing his forehead: "So that's why you don't let others pull your hair during training?"

Connor, who was less than half a year old, was completely angry, and his usual silence and maturity also flew into outer space. He whispered: "You don't care! I just want to protect my hair. Hair is very important!"

There were no waiters in the cafeteria. While smiling, Cyril spread the napkins and set the tableware for Clark and Connor.

"Connor..." Clark really didn't know how to deal with a child whose biological age was in his teens but was actually only half a year old, so he could only persuade him to feel at ease, "We Kryptonians don't have the option of being bald in their genetic expression."

Connor glanced at Clark faintly: "But General Zod doesn't have much hair either."

Clark touched his thick-haired head: "..."

Cyril: "Okay, let's eat."

Although there are countless emergencies waiting for them to deal with in the command hall upstairs, sitting together and having a simple lunch is really a good way to make people feel happy.

The chef hired by Cyril to prepare the lunch was quick and quick, and quickly served all the dishes on the table.

The standard French meal is also very delicately presented, and it is accompanied by a bottle of Bordeaux Sauternes sweet white wine.

Only the pot of spicy and fragrant fish is out of place.

Xi Ruier thanked the chef politely, and just picked up the chopsticks to fish.

"Sir," the chef, who is not only proficient in French cuisine but also Sichuan cuisine, stood in front of Xi Ruier, with an excited and gossiping expression, "a gentleman just said that my sauce is not adjusted properly, and it doesn't match with white grape liqueur , I have to cook the foie gras for you, you don't mind, do you?"

Cyril was a little surprised: "Which gentleman is it?"

The cook turned sideways, stretched out his arms to the rear right.

A blond man wearing a three-piece suit in the cafeteria was sitting at the dining table. He was cutting steak with a knife in his left hand. He didn't know if there was a sensor installed on his body. start.

Hannibal sat upright, raised his wine glass far away, and smiled at Cyril.

"Oh, he said that he is used to preparing his own lunch, and he just saw that I, a Sichuanese cook, spoiled French food." The troubled chef who was obviously not proficient in French food laughed, "I did it myself, but I have to do it myself. Not to mention, his craftsmanship is really good, his knife is precise, and his fire control is also very good... Hey, why are you shooting me!"

Connor turned his head expressionlessly: "You talk too much, interrupting my meal."

The chef shrugged: "Oh, then I'll go first, sir."

Xi Ruier smiled at him with an unchanged attitude: "Thanks for your hard work, I will transfer the final payment to your account in a while."

The broken-mouthed chef walked out, talking to himself, but no one paid attention to him now.

Because Cyril found a note in the dinner plate placed by the table.

[The sauce made of liqueur can make the texture of the goose fat smoother. I just don’t want the top ingredients to be ruined. I’m very sorry for the inconvenience. ]

The cursive is so elegant, it's pleasing to the eye even on a casually torn post-it.

Cyril: "..."

Connor elbowed Clark: "Oh, you're dumbfounded."

Clark looked back at the child innocently.

The child who was half a year old had a look of sadness that obviously didn't belong to his age: "Superman, take action, you know. Don't sit still and wait for death."

Clark: "..."