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

Ryan raised his head to 'watch' Hannibal, with a lingering smile and sharp and viscous malice in his words. "You make me sick, as always."

"As always, I want to eat you, pretty boy." Hannibal smiled lowly, his words were full of tenderness.

He gazed at Ryan affectionately, at least in the eyes of others, but no one knew it was appetite.

"Walk with me? My dear?" Hannibal's gun was pushed forward, and the muzzle was slightly dented against Ryan's waist.

Hannibal said pointedly: "Delaying time is not acceptable here, and I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for your dear police boyfriend."

Ryan withdrew his smile, and the atmosphere that wasn't supposed to be relaxing quickly condensed. He stared at Hannibal expressionlessly.

Without skin-to-skin contact, Hannibal could feel Ryan's muscles jerk and he was in 'rage' as he realized what Hannibal might have done to Dick.

This angry face is like a blooming poppy flower, extremely beautiful, occupying Hannibal's sight aggressively and flamboyantly, like tasting poppies, Hannibal is completely immersed in it.

For a moment Hannibal was silent and absorbed in the beauty.

Ryan narrowed his eyes, thoughtfully, and said with certainty: "You didn't hurt him."

Hearing Laian's words, Hannibal was relieved. He didn't care that Ryan guessed that he didn't shoot Dick Grayson.

He said with satisfaction, "Yeah, because it doesn't matter at all. I planted a dirty bomb here."

Ryan paused.

Hannibal smiled darkly, making his handsome face look a little sick.

"Mr. Police, if you leave here with me, I will not detonate it. Why should we implicate innocent people?"

"Or, take a guess? Is the phrase 'I planted a dirty bomb here' true or false?"

Hannibal crushed Ryan to death.

Ryan Brea is a policeman. As a policeman, their sense of responsibility drives them to put 'saving' and 'protecting' innocent people first.

Hannibal deliberately called him 'Mr. Police Officer' to remind Ryan, and use that responsibility to put pressure on Ryan, forcing him to make the choice Hannibal wanted.

Ryan bit his lower lip until it was bloodshot, and he looked at Hannibal suspiciously, unable to analyze whether Hannibal was telling the truth or not.

Hannibal is a mentally ill criminal and also a very good psychologist. He can control the FBI's best criminal profiler Will Graham.

Naturally, there are ways to avoid Ryan's analysis and profiling of his behavior, not to mention that Ryan lacks eyes that can observe subtle movements.

So Hannibal just played with the pen leisurely, leaving enough time for Ryan to make the choice Hannibal expected.

Ryan looked through the files of Hannibal Lecter in his memory. The ogre is a very stylish person. He doesn't like to implicate innocent people. Even after he kills the girls, he will pity 'them' and try to do something Things compensated for their actions of killing and eating them.

But regardless of whether there is a dirty bomb or not, Ryan must choose to leave Hannibal. He cannot let innocent people become victims of the game between him and Hannibal. This is the relationship between Ryan Brea and Hannibal. thing.

So, Ryan followed Hannibal out of the library. Hannibal leaned against Ryan, and the two looked very close. One had a gentle and doting smile on his face, and the other was expressionless, looking like It's a quarreling couple.

Only I know that Hannibal uses his suit over his arm to block the gun he's holding against Ryan's waist.

Just as the two walked out of the library, the librarian let out a scream, and her sharp, frightened voice echoed throughout the library and nearby.

"There's—there's a dirty bomb—"

Panic spread everywhere, and in an instant, screams rang out continuously, and the crowd swarmed out of the library.

At the same time, Ryan seemed to have seized the opportunity. He twisted Hannibal's gun with his backhand and turned the barrel to one side. With the sound of the gun, the bullet scraped the corner of Ryan's clothes and left bullet holes on the ground.

Ryan stretched out his legs and kicked Hannibal, Hannibal dodged quickly, Ryan turned back and twisted Hannibal's hand with his strength, and was about to throw him out, the sharp pain from his back quickly spread from one point to his whole body .

Leanne weakened weakly, and Hannibal reached out to support Leanne.

He glanced indifferently at an ordinary-looking man standing behind Ryan with an electric shock device.

The man withdrew the electric shocker, and said in a serious tone: "Hannibal Lecter, ogre, you will kill Ryan Brea, right?"

"Which killer are you from?"

"It has nothing to do with you, I just need to make sure that you will kill him." The man obviously didn't like Hannibal very much, he said with restrained impatience.

Hannibal stared at the man silently for a while, then laughed: "Of course."

This time he won't hold back his desires like before, he will dismember Ryan into pieces, making sure that every edible part of him becomes a delicacy——

"Then wish us a happy cooperation." Hearing Hannibal's reply, the man relaxed a little.

The calm expression on the man's face disappeared, as if it wasn't him who was the cold-faced man who shocked Ryan silently.

With a panicked expression, he mumbled 'too scary a bomb', quickly blended into the panicked crowd, and disappeared into the crowd in a blink of an eye.

Hannibal calmly helped Ryan to the corner of the street. Ryan lowered his head and leaned on Hannibal unconsciously. In the eyes of others, it was probably just that Ryan was drunk and was helped by Hannibal. .

Besides, at this moment, almost everyone was running around, and no one noticed Hannibal and Ryan at all.

The commotion naturally affected Dick who was queuing up across the street, and Dick immediately withdrew from the line. He ran to the library quickly, and at the same time took out his mobile phone and dialed Ryan's number deftly.

The cold, piercing busy tone sounded like an alarm bell in Dick's heart.

Dick's heart sank little by little with the piercing busy tone, until the indifferent mechanical female voice told him that the phone was temporarily unanswered, and his heart sank to a trough.

He knew that many people were thinking about Ryan Brea, and this riot was most likely caused by Ryan.

Dick stopped his thoughts just in time, maybe it was just because Ryan was evacuating the crowd?He's a cop, Dick told himself.

In the next second, Dick's heart couldn't help spreading out again.

He knew it well, he knew that there were many people trying to plot Ryan's ideas, and he also knew that Ryan's lost eyes made him unable to deal with all attacks.

How could he let Ryan stay alone in the library?

Suddenly, Dick noticed a hidden sight. He looked in the direction of the sight, but saw two figures from the back. From a distance, they looked like Ryan in a black suit, and they were covered by the crowd in the next second.

Dick gritted his teeth and didn't choose to chase after him. He walked quickly into the library and showed his police officer's card to everyone who tried to stop him with a serious expression.

In the eyes of the librarian who was saved, he walked around the bomb without hesitation and ran to the place where Ryan was sitting, which was empty.

"Officer Grayson, the bomb is on the other side." The female librarian looked at Dick incomprehensibly.

Dick couldn't help but growl at the administrator in a grim, commanding tone, like Batman.

"Where did the man who sat here before go?"

Dick's voice and hard expression startled the administrator.

The administrator shrank her shoulders, her amber eyes widened, and she flinched, "I...I don't know, maybe...maybe I left with other people? We just cleared all the people in the library."

Seeing the terrified look on the administrator's face, Dick snapped back to his senses. What's the difference between him and Batman who used threats and coercion to intimidate criminals?Didn't he choose to leave Gotham precisely because he didn't want to be the next Batman?

Dick suppressed the irritability that was churning in his heart, and eased the cold expression on his face.

With an almost perfect smile on his face, he said in an apologetic tone: "I'm sorry ma'am, the man who was sitting here before was my boyfriend. His eyes can't see anything. I'm worried that he will be in danger."

Sure enough, under the offensive of Dick's smile, the administrator relaxed a lot, and she quickly remembered the special guest.

"Is that the handsome gentleman in the black suit?" When mentioning Ryan, the administrator blushed. It was the braille version of "Uncle Tom's Cabin" she provided for Ryan.

Ryan had a nice voice, polite and gentle, and his overly pretty face completely concealed his flaws.

When she handed the book to Ryan, she touched Ryan's cool fingertips, and she almost couldn't suppress a small scream. After that, she stared at her fingers for a long time, After a while, Ryan was his boyfriend's dream.

She glanced at Dick cautiously and continued, "He left with a man."

As soon as the administrator finished speaking, she felt the atmosphere around her condense.

Well, Officer Grayson just said that Ryan was his lover, and now it doesn't seem very good to say that Ryan is in contact with another man.

The administrator quickly added: "But your lover seems to hate that man very much. No matter what a man says to him, he keeps a cold face and is very resistant." At first she thought Ryan and Hannibal were a couple.

Dick frowned deeply. "What are the characteristics of that man?"

The administrator recalled: "He is tall, wears a black suit, looks like a pianist or a lawyer, in short, looks like an elite, and looks very handsome."

Dick quickly checked the person's information in his mind. He took out his mobile phone and sent the information to his old partner, Armory Depot, Roy Harper, asking him to help investigate who appeared in the library during this time period that matched the information. people.

"Take me to see the bomb." Dick suppressed the restlessness and impatience in his heart, and he showed a professional smile. "Ms. An Xin, with me here, no one will be hurt."

"Okay." The administrator breathed a sigh of relief.

The dirty bomb was not a time bomb, but an ordinary mechanical bomb. Dick cleaned up the environment around the bomb to ensure that the bomb was in a state that would not be affected by the environment.

Even though Dick could easily defuse the dirty bomb, Dick Grayson wasn't supposed to have those skills, and likewise, the police department wouldn't let Dick handle the dirty bomb.

So after Dick was sure that the dirty bomb was not a time bomb, he began to wait patiently for the police to be dispatched.

Within minutes, heavily armed bomb squads arrived at the library and professionally dismantled the dirty bomb.

Charlie reported the situation on the scene to his superiors by phone, and now they have to take the team back to the police station.

Charlie didn't forget Dick Grayson who was forced to work overtime due to the dirty bomb incident on weekdays.

His poor colleague.

He greeted Dick and planned to give Dick a ride.

Behind him, there was Dick Grayson in the blue slack suit, who was supposed to be out on a date, but commanded the scene calmly.

".. Grayson?"