[Comprehensive Anglo-American] To be a king can save the world

night.

Wait until a certain night owl named Grayson who lives next door sneaks around and thinks that he will change into night clothes and go out without anyone noticing.

Lying on the bed, Ryan opened his eyes. He turned on the light, walked to the hanger accurately, and took out the champagne-colored card from the coat pocket hanging on the hanger.

He consciously assumed the identity of a criminal profiler and began to analyze this card of unknown origin, which was obviously aimed at him.

Ryan's professionalism makes him not easy to do things that violate the role and occupation after he has identified the occupation and setting of this identity.

Like role-playing, at this moment Ryan is now Ryan Brea, an ex-FBI agent and crime profiler for the Bluhaven Police Department.

Ryan is obsessed with role-playing while gathering power-ups to complete missions to save the world.

Isn't it interesting that he can become various people and experience various events?

The paper is hard, thick, and feels very smooth. It is expensive pearlescent paper. There is a lingering fragrance on the card. It is a perfume with a very low concentration of essence, about 2~5%, which is commonly known as cologne. Most of the users are men. .

This card is embroidered with elegant dark patterns, which can prove that the owner of the card is a very classy and elegant person.

Braille was left on the card, and it was clearly for Ryan Brea.

'Do you miss me? Prettyboy. '

'Miss me?pretty boy. '

Ryan frowned, the word "beautiful boy" is not the proper word for a man.

In fact, most people will sigh "beautiful" when they see beautiful things, which has nothing to do with gender.

Only men who are particularly masculine, or masculine, are called 'handsome', like Dick Grayson.

Ryan knew that he was pretty in appearance, and there was no lack of heroism in his eyebrows, but Ryan Brea was more sickly, and when Ryan played this role, he intentionally or unintentionally reduced his brutality. gas.

The heroism mixed in it was covered up by the sickness, and turned into pure beauty.

Ryan doesn't care what he looks like in the eyes of outsiders, he only cares whether his mission target is satisfied with his appearance.

But 'Pretty' is different from 'Beautiful' even though they are both collectively referred to as 'beautiful'.

But 'Pretty' is very impolite, and generally refers to a man/woman who is very beautiful and does that kind of dirty job.

This is a very insulting term.

Coupled with the prefix used by the man as 'miss me', this means that the man and Ryan Brea are old acquaintances.

And the relationship is not good, if the relationship is good, he will not use insulting words to describe Ryan.

The man knew that he was now working at the Bluhaven Police Department, which meant that the man had been paying attention to him.

No matter what the man who sent the card to him thought, it was absolutely malicious.

But Ryan, as an outsider, has no memory of Ryan Brea's past at all.

Although the existence of Ryan Brea and everything around him exists only for Ryan to be able to perfectly integrate into this identity without being suspected by anyone.

When Ryan entered this body, all he had was the character's own background story, just to allow him to answer fluently when asked by others.

Also for those who would investigate him to see what Ryan wanted them to see, the flawless background.

These ID cards are either alone, or they will be kept away from people they know, so as to avoid being seen as bad by acquaintances.

Expanding the story is not within the scope of Ryan's work, not to mention that now, part of the background story wants to interfere with Ryan's mission, and Ryan doesn't want to make any trouble.

Ryan: System, can you find out the identity of this person?

System: Searching...

System: need to be developed by players themselves.

Leon paused for a moment and then asked: Is it your meaning or the meaning from above?

System: Insufficient permissions.

Ryan understood that this was the meaning of the superior.

That is the meaning of the group of people in control of the system. If 'they' think the identity of a man is very interesting, then there is no doubt that this can increase the progress of the task.

In fact, there had been a surge in energy since he and Dick's first kiss, and by now the energy had leveled off into a flattened-off surge.

This is reasonable, since the system threw him into this world where superheroes and aliens run everywhere, naturally they don't want Ryan to live a peaceful life.

Everyone longs for an exciting and amazing life.

Please, the lives of most people in this world are simple and ordinary. Maybe people will become ordinary eventually, but how can they be willing to be ordinary?

Who doesn't have a dream of pursuing excitement?

Become a grand thief, steal from the rich and help the poor, or embark on a journey as a dragon slayer.

So Ryan also needed something to fuel the gradual calm between him and Dick, to catalyze the flames, to make their love seem romantic and full of fantasy and passion.

This is a good opportunity.

The only thing that made him very upset was this bastard's speech.

Ryan threw the card into the drawer beside him expressionlessly.

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...

There was a heavy rain yesterday, and it coincided with autumn, and many pedestrians put on autumn clothes.

Ryan and Dick are no exception.

Afternoon tea time, in a British afternoon tea shop on the pedestrian street near the police station.

Elegant violin music, classical decoration style, and a variety of snacks are placed on the gorgeous and spectacular tray made of steel wire.

Ryan curled up on the soft sofa. He rolled up one sleeve, leaned lazily on the sofa, and read the Braille version of "Global Economy" in his hand.

Dick sat on the sofa opposite, scrolling through the latest news in every possible way, trying to find something to do for himself at night in advance.

Captain Boomerang escaped from prison last night... Well, it has nothing to do with Nightwing.

The last time Captain Boomerang was caught by Nightwing and sent to Black Gate Prison himself, but I heard that Captain Boomerang joined Ms. Amanda Warren's suicide squad.

Amanda, that woman, is tough and ruthless, and she'll send the Suicide Squad after Captain Boomerang, and he'll have something to eat.

Dick, who had been idle for a while, rested his head on his arm and took out a snack from the tray.

No matter how many times he has seen it, Dick will still be amazed by the concept of afternoon tea engraved in the bones of the British.

In fact, in Wayne Manor.

Alfred Pennyworth, their housekeeper, is also an authentic English gentleman. He prepares afternoon tea in the garden every day from 3 to 4 pm, unshakeable.

However, except for Alfred in Wayne Manor, the others are all authentic Americans.

Most of the afternoon tea at Wayne Manor was enjoyed by Alfred alone. Dick only accompanied Alfred two or three times, and he was also shocked by the luxurious afternoon tea two or three times.

Dick, who wanted to control his weight, ate two or three pastries and then collapsed on the sofa without desire.

As Nightwing, Dick needs to control his weight in order to ensure that he can fly freely in the sky.

Fortunately, Dick has no preference for snacks and desserts, and his weight can always be easily maintained to the value he wants.

Unlike some of his junk-food-loving younger brothers who hide snacks everywhere.

His self-control has always been good.

Dick half-slumped on the sofa and looked at Ryan generously.

Ryan Lean held a book in one hand and black tea in the other, a standard British afternoon tea gesture.

He was wearing a khaki knitted sweater and brown suit pants. His black hair fell fluffy on his forehead. The warm-toned clothing made his face not as pale as before, and he looked like he had never set foot in society. College Students.

Or he just drank black tea, his cheeks were slightly drunk like red, and there was a lazy and careless smile on his face, extremely lazy.

Pretty nice, it's his.

Dick thought so.

Dick wasn't alone in thinking Ryan was very good-looking.

A little girl selling flowers walked into the store, holding red roses in her hands, wearing a plain long skirt with two braids, her red cheeks covered with small freckles, she looked very cute.

Dick couldn't help showing a smile, and held his breath the next moment. Selling goods in other people's stores is very easy to be driven away by the clerk, and Dick doesn't want to see the girl being driven away.

However, what Dick was worried about didn't happen. The shop assistants were not surprised by the little girl. Some customers even offered the little girl some snacks after buying flowers. Obviously, this girl was a 'regular customer' in the store.

It looks very harmonious.

The girl sold flowers table by table, and soon came to Ryan and Dick.

The girl's eyes swept over Dick and Ryan, with a surprised expression on her face, which looked a little funny and cute. She stared at Ryan, as if Ryan was an elf who ran out of a fairy tale.

When Ryan put the cup on the table and made a slight sound, the girl remembered what she was here for.

She handed over half of the flowers that had been sold in her hand, and said with some bumps: "Excuse me, gentlemen, do you need flowers?"

"Yes, good girl." Dick pursed his lips and smiled, and paid. "Please help me wrap all the remaining roses and give them to the gentleman opposite me."

Dick blinked quickly, his beautiful blue sea-like eyes were full of smiles. "Rose suits you well, sir."

Ryan, who was planning to help the girl buy all the flowers, was stunned for a while. He took the flowers with one hand and smiled helplessly: "Thank you, Dick."

After the girl happily put the money away, she enthusiastically told Leanne the flower language: "Sir, the meaning of red roses is enthusiasm, romance, and love is as hot as fire."

The girl saw the relationship between Dick and Ryan, and she wished sweetly: "May the love between the two be as hot as this rose."

Dick rubbed the girl's head and said softly, "Thank you then, girl."

The girl turned around and ran two steps happily, then remembered something, and turned around.

She took out a wrapped sunflower from her pocket, and thoughtfully delivered it to Ryan. "Good-looking sir, this sunflower is for you."

Ryan, who was suddenly stuffed with a sunflower, glanced in the direction of the girl in surprise, and a smile slowly appeared on his face. "Thank you, girl."

The girl put her hands behind her back shyly, drew circles on the ground with her toes, and replied in a low voice: "As long as you like it." After speaking, the girl ran away.

Dick couldn't help laughing at the back of the girl running out quickly. "She really likes you, sir."

Dick couldn't be jealous of a little girl.

Ryan raised his eyebrows lazily and replied 'hmm'.

It is worth noting that the flower language of sunflowers is, go with you or ..

watching you.

Ryan pulled the leaves on the sunflower as if nothing had happened, and brushed his fingers casually over the leaf stem, on which a row of Braille was secretly engraved.

'remember me?pretty boy. '

Ryan generally echoed Dick's words, the corners of his lips curled up lazily, and his empty blue eyes looked around meaninglessly, but he was actually using his second vision to observe the surroundings.

There's nothing in the white strokes that deserves his attention.

Disturbing voyeurism.