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

"Excuse me, can you tell us? How does a blind man become a profiler, or can you tell me how a blind man conducts criminal profiling?" A police officer with a swollen face supported his head.

He asked in a high-pitched voice, without the slightest respect in his tone.

Not to mention that this tone should not be spoken to the boss at all, he didn't even use equal words, kept repeating Ryan's flaws, repeatedly reminding Ryan that he is a flawed person.

He vented his displeasure on Ryan.

At the same time, Dick noticed that his colleagues' eyes lingered greedily on Ryan.

Dick frowned disapprovingly, and he looked around.

No one would speak for the new profiler. Most people watched the incident with a spectator attitude. Even the director just had a dark face but said nothing.

They are doing nothing to watch a normal person humiliate a person who has a physical defect but faces himself calmly.

They take pleasure in this, vent their malice on a person with physical defects, and think themselves right.

They never thought about why a blind man can become a criminal profiler and become their boss, they just feel dissatisfied with being ridden on the head by a blind man.

ugly human nature.

Dick frowned in displeasure, his handsome and heroic face became more vivid, he opened his mouth, but couldn't utter the obstructive words.

Because Ryan spoke.

Ryan smiled with a good temper, as if he didn't take the provocative words of the police officer to heart.

"First of all, you have to know that the eyes are not everything to the five senses." Ryan dragged his tail and rolled his tongue slightly, like elegant cursive characters, with a British accent, like soaked black tea.

"But without eyes, you can't even see evidence, witnesses, suspects, and the scene of the incident. How do you do a profile?" The colleague continued to be aggressive.

Ryan laughed softly, and he said as a matter of course: "Hearing and smell can both help me analyze the profile, besides, aren't you my eyes?"

"Pfft." The policeman put his arms around his chest and said quickly, "Forget it, a blind man just needs to be a blind man, what eyes do you need, not to mention, didn't you just say that you still have hearing and vision?" Smell?"

The policeman's words chilled the atmosphere in the conference room. The policemen didn't dare to breathe. The policeman also realized what he said, and his face turned pale.

Everyone was sneaking glances at the chief and the new police officer. They just wanted to vent their dissatisfaction, but they didn't want trouble to come to them.

The director's face was so dark that ink dripped out, and the perfunctory smile on the new police officer's face disappeared completely, leaving only a cold look.

A frightening aura was released from Ryan, like an invisible giant lying on the ground, staring at everyone.

The police officer's lips twitched, and the words of apology were stuck on the tip of his tongue, and he still felt uneasy.

Ryan raised his lips and smiled, that smile was not perfunctory, nor lazy, but with stinging malice, and with that exquisite face, it looked like a poisonous poppy.

"We haven't formally got along as colleagues. My temper is not very good, especially when I can't see, I can't control and restrain my anger." Ryan's tone is gentle, with a rising end.

The sound is like this, but it makes people feel no warmth, only a chill.

As he spoke, Ryan raised his cane and landed it on the policeman's shoulder without hesitation. He used such force that everyone could hear the policeman's shoulder rattling.

It was a bone that was knocked by Ryan's cane, and the policeman let out a cry of pain. He cursed Ryan and stood up. His body twice as big as Ryan stood in front of Ryan, almost covering Ryan completely. in the shadows.

Ryan looked too thin in front of this slender policeman.

Regardless of the dissuasion of his colleagues, the policeman raised his fist and struck Ryan's cheek. The surrounding policemen couldn't help but worry for Ryan. This thin-looking blind profiler seemed to be about to be beaten.

Dick's pupils shrank, and he stood up and was about to turn over the conference table to rescue Ryan, when he saw that the slender fingers of a pianist grabbed the wrist of the policeman's fist.

Ryan grabbed the man's wrist and turned sideways, and hit the policeman's abdomen hard with his elbow. With the brute force of the man rushing towards him, he easily threw the man over his shoulder and fell to the ground very easily.

Immediately afterwards, Ryan stepped on the man's chest with one foot, and the toe of the leather shoe touched the man's chin. It was obviously only one foot, but it seemed that he had exerted a thousand strengths. No matter what, the policeman who attacked Ryan couldn't get up.

Ryan bent slightly, and stared condescendingly at the man below him. Those blue eyes were empty and had no line of sight, but it made the police officer feel like he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

Cold sweat dripped down his back, he remembered now, even though the man in front of him was blind, he was once an FBI agent.

The surrounding policemen who were planning to stop the frame were all stunned, not knowing who to help, Dick heaved a sigh of relief and returned to his seat.

Ryan lifted his lips, without a smile, he suppressed the grunt in his throat. "I don't know how to be polite, I have nothing to stand on, now pack up your things and leave the criminal investigation team."

Ryan let go of his feet, and the person who was pinned down by Ryan quickly got up and left the meeting room with his head down.

Now Ryan has completely established his prestige in the criminal investigation department, at least on the surface, no one dares to provoke him.

Of course, only on the surface.

Ryan understands that as long as his eyes are flawed and he is different from everyone else, then he will always be the one who is excluded.

Ryan frowned without a trace, and quickly returned to the harmless and lazy expression at the beginning, as if the person who looked like a big cat just now was not himself.

Ryan shook his hand, he was sticking his blind stick, and with the other hand he was groping for the conference table and walked forward. The fighting action just now made his position slightly shifted.

Ryan turned his head hesitantly, tapped tentatively on the ground with his blind stick, and finally reached out to touch the cold and smooth solid wood. Ryan breathed a sigh of relief, this should be a conference table or a bench.

At least not with a police officer.

Ryan groped forward with confidence, and the next second, he touched a warm object, smooth and delicate, very comfortable to touch.

Ryan suddenly stopped, the touch is no surprise...

Ryan's finger slid down tentatively, and touched a soft, plump thing, which felt like jelly. As Ryan's fingers rubbed over the plump piece, the plump 'jelly' bounced.

Dick and Ryan froze at the same time.

Dick was just curious to see how the new, young profiler was going to get to the empty seat, when a long, white hand slapped him on the cheek.

Dick raised his head, he saw Ryan frowning and hesitated for a moment, and then his ring finger rubbed against his lips repeatedly.

That strange feeling of electric shock traveled from Dick's lips to his heart.

Oh, that's not a good sign.

The meaning of this action in a certain dark and ambiguous environment is not as pure as what Ryan accidentally encountered. It is an invitation and seduction.

If it weren't for Ryan's blind eyes, Dick would have thought Ryan did it on purpose.

Dick noticed that Ryan's originally peaceful expression had become stiff, and that pretty face was stained with a thin layer of red, making it even more rosy and charming.

It seemed that Ryan also realized that he had touched something he shouldn't have touched.

Ryan withdrew his hand abruptly, and apologized to Dick in a low voice.

Dick shook his head, suddenly remembering that Ryan couldn't see him.

Dick's voice remained calm and friendly: "It's okay, I'll help you to your seat."

Ryan nodded hesitantly. Dick stood up, put one hand on Ryan's shoulder, and carefully guided Ryan to sit on the empty seat.

"Thanks."

Then, Ryan had a work exchange and handover with the director, and also had a general contact and work understanding with the members of the criminal investigation department.

The director handed over half of the power of the criminal investigation department to Ryan, and now Ryan has the second command power of the criminal investigation department.

If Ryan wants to assign the criminal investigation department to carry out any tasks, he only needs to report to the director, and there is no need for layers of submission procedures.

Director: "Officer Brea, I think you need a partner to help you quickly adapt to the environment here."

Ryan was delighted in his heart, he was still thinking about how to speak, and this was his chance.

Ryan pretended to think and nodded in agreement. "I do need someone to be my eyes, to help me 'see' here. In this case, I just order one."

Ryan looked around, even though his eyes couldn't see around, somehow, Dick seemed to see a smile flash across Ryan's face.

Dick blinked, feeling that he was wrong, how could Ryan smile at him if he couldn't see at all.

Dick looked over again, and Ryan had already looked away, and the corners of his mouth did not peck and smile, but maintained his own slight upturn.

Immediately afterwards, Ryan pointed casually, crossed the crowd, and pointed his slender finger at Dick, and then Ryan frowned slightly, wondering if there was anyone there.

"Is anyone here?"

Dick replied, "Yes, sir."

Ryan remembered the voice, and a smile flashed across his face. "What's your name, Constable."

Dick subconsciously stood up, straightened his body, and replied forcefully like an orthodox soldier: "Richard Grayson, sir."

"Your first task is to be my 'eye'." Ryan ordered.

"Yes, sir." Relieved, Dick sat down again.

The surrounding police officers cast more or less envious glances at Dick, and they did not admire the blind police officer much.

But Ryan looks very pleasing to the eye, who wouldn't want to work with a beauty?What's more, he suffers from eye disease, even if he is blatantly fishing or stumbling in front of his eyes, he will not be able to detect it.

And the most important thing is that Ryan Brea is from the FBI. He has countless contacts, and even the director has to give him seven points of face.

It's always right to curry favor with Ryan.

Dick doesn't care what kind of background Ryan has. The only thing he thinks the same as others is that he can blatantly fish.

The police officers of the Criminal Investigation Division mostly perform tasks in pairs. Although most of Dick's temporary partners are usually fishing, Dick can't handle the affairs related to Nightwing and Titan in front of them.

If he becomes a partner with Ryan, it will indeed be much more convenient for him.

What's more, most of the police officers here have bad intentions towards Ryan.

He and Ryan become partners and can protect Ryan——

This is the sense of justice in Dick's heart.

After thinking for a while, Ryan gave the first order to the Criminal Investigation Division. "Proceed according to your original work first, and then adjust according to the actual situation after I transfer my identity to the police station."

"Understood, sir." The police officers of the criminal investigation department replied in unison.