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

Ryan woke up to a burst of melodious violin music, the tune is the famous Spanish tango 'Poruna Cabeza'.

Played by a record player, the sound has a slight pull, the film is too dusty, the record player has been sitting for a long time.

He was on a soft material, it should be a bed, a bedroom, the bed was very soft with a slight sweet scent, this was once the residence of a young woman.

The room is filled with the smell of formalin and the smell of black tea. The origin of formalin is probably because the current owner of this house is a neurotic ogre.

Ryan's fingers trembled slightly, and he controlled his eyelids and eyeballs not to tremble.

Right front there is the sound of teacups hitting the coasters and the sound of light knocking on the windows, it would take about 5 seconds for him to get up and run and smash the windows to escape the house, but the bloody Hannibal Lecter is sitting under the window Tasting tea.

If he wanted to escape through the window, it meant that he would face Hannibal head-on, and then he would be thrown to the ground by Hannibal who had been prepared, and the escape failed.

According to architectural design, if the window of the bedroom is on the right side, then the room must be facing inward, and the garden or backyard belonging to the house will only be under the window. It is still under the control of Hannibal, and the escape fails.

Then if he walks through the bedroom door, on the left side, he can buy more time. This is Hannibal's territory, and he knows that even if he rushes out of this room, he will only be dying.

So what about attacking Hannibal directly by surprise?

No, since Hannibal dared to drink afternoon tea without any precautions within Ryan's perception, he must have been prepared and convinced that Ryan's plan would not succeed.

Hannibal raised his eyes and looked from the swaying black tea in the cup to Ryan on the bed.

On the red silk quilt, the young man curled up in a defensive sleeping position, his fluffy hair fell on the quilt, revealing his perfect and delicate face, his slender and slightly curled eyelashes covered the equally stunning Eyeballs, a tall but not too high bridge of the nose, and two red lips that are as saturated as roses.

His velvety brows were tightly frowned, and he looked quite disturbed. He was wearing a thin white shirt, and the slightly lifted hem revealed his strong waistline. Red suits him very well, making his skin as pale as snow, fragile, Easy to melt.

It was hard to believe that such a magnificent face came from a man, but it seemed that no woman could be as amazing as Ryan.

Pretty handsome boy.

The sound of the bottom of the cup hitting the glass coaster was like a sharp sharp knife piercing the short, mutually camouflaged peace in this quiet and depressing room.

Hannibal threw some tea leaves into the cup, and he stirred the black tea carelessly. The melodious and peaceful voice was more harsh than the sound of glass hitting in Ryan's ears.

"There is a saying that you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep."

Now that Hannibal had discovered him, Ryan stopped pretending. He opened his eyes, sat up from the bed expressionlessly, and stretched his limbs to confirm the scope of his activities.

His hands were covered with metal handcuffs, and the handcuffs made a crisp sound because of Ryan's movements. The handcuffs were connected to the head of the bed, and his range of activities was only the area of ​​the bed.

Ryan simply changed to a comfortable position, and he raised one arm and shook it.

"Handcuffs? I didn't know you still had this kind of interest, Hannibal. It seems that you have played very well these years." Ryan said with a lingering smile: "But I have read your case file, you Always be gentle with your victims."

Yes, Hannibal was a weird, psychopathic criminal who was always very gentle with his prey, who rarely left ugly scars on them, and even bandaged them to stop the bleeding.

The death of every girl who was killed by him for food or not for food was very elegant, like a cruel and bloody work of art, and their expressions were always peaceful or smiling.

Like being killed in a sweet dream.

Ryan was picking on Hannibal, and Hannibal had pretty high standards as a criminal.

He 'loved' the girls he killed, so he couldn't bear the malicious misinterpretation of his actions.

Hannibal looked at Ryan gently, he knew what Ryan was doing, he knew Ryan, obviously knew him better than Ryan, he had completely dissected Ryan's spirit, and controlled Ryan for a long time .

Likewise, he knew how to deal with Ryan's behavior at the moment.

"Are you jealous? Pretty boy. Because I made you cry at that time? And be gentle with these girls?" Hannibal replied unceremoniously, and he saw that Ryan's face was cooling down at a speed visible to the naked eye .

He profiled and analyzed Ryan's psychology at the moment with indifferent words.

"You tried to make me angry and provoke me to cover up your panic and give yourself time to think. In fact, you are in an extremely irritable state now, because the several escape methods you just calculated in your mind are all vetoed by myself."

"In order not to let yourself fall into the state of 'at a loss' and 'incapable', you are trying to find a breakthrough in me."

"FBI usual method."

Ryan replied indifferently: "And you are still the same as before, you like to profile everyone, and you can't hide your dirty nature in expensive suits."

Hannibal chuckled: "What matters is what I think."

"You are more eloquent than before, and your temper grew very quickly after you lost your eyesight."

Before Ryan spoke again to mock him, Hannibal looked at his watch and stood up: "It's time for me to prepare dinner. What do you like to eat? The same as when you were a child? Broccoli? Oh, this is good, there is aid digestion."

Hannibal said this to keep reminding Ryan that he was once controlled by him, and now he is still under his control, nothing has changed.

The broccoli alludes to Ryan, because from the beginning to the end, Ryan is a pure meat eater. He doesn't like vegetarian food at all, so there is no such thing as liking broccoli.

Only Hannibal forces Ryan to use broccoli, exactly as Ryan did when he was 14.

"Fuck you Hannibal," Ryan growled.

Hannibal didn't intend to hear good things from Ryan, he opened the drawer with a happy mood, took out a muscle relaxant and walked towards Ryan.

"I know your ability and level, and I have seen your file. You are so good that you can directly enter the special response force of S.H.I.E.L.D. to assist superheroes in cleaning tasks."

Hannibal dodged Ryan's attack on his leg, and with a standard grappling action, he pressed Ryan back on the bed. He pressed Ryan's head, and his fingers searched for the protruding tendons on Ryan's neck.

"But your parents obviously don't want you to work for a superhero. They are all staunch anti-superheroes, so they threw you to the FBI. To be honest, the FBI can't give full play to your abilities."

As Hannibal spoke, he plunged the needle into Ryan's artery without hesitation.

The sharp pain spreads rapidly from the arteries to the aches and pains of the whole body.

"Muscle relaxants are usually injected into muscles or veins, but because of your particularity, it should be okay to inject into arteries? It won't kill you, but it will hurt."

Ryan's body tensed up, his fingers clenched into fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulged, the blood color quickly faded from his cheeks, and his white to transparent cheeks were covered with veins.

He opened his mouth and screamed silently, and he struggled vigorously, trying to escape from Hannibal's hands.

"Good boy, good boy—" Hannibal comforted softly, but the gentle smile on his face was distorted by Ryan's painful struggle.

He got pleasure from Leanne's painful expression and look, when he killed those girls, he didn't feel that way, and he even felt sorry for some girls who were not eaten by Hannibal in the end, but just killed.

Ryan Brea is different.

"It is necessary to remind you that the more you struggle, the faster the effect of the medicine will become."

Until a whole muscle relaxant was fully pushed into Ryan's artery, Hannibal pulled out the needle and hummed a tune and left the room with the cup in his hand.

Lean was left angrily cursing in a low voice, and kept hammering on the bed in an attempt to break free from the handcuffs.

Until the sound of closing the door sounded, and Hannibal's footsteps went away outside the door, Ryan gradually stopped his angry movements, and the fresh and angry expression on his face dissipated.

He opened his fingers, and the effect of the muscle relaxant was spreading in his body, along with the pain.

Ryan lowered his eyes and glanced at the handcuffs on his hands, and the expression on his face that was still painful and grim just now became calm.

Ryan: System, turn it on.

With a snap, the handcuffs were completely severed from the middle.

Ryan propped himself up on the bed and stood up. He shook his head and squinted his eyes to barely keep awake.

System: It detects that the host is in a dangerous state, automatically turns on the auxiliary mode, and is searching for items available in this room——

System: It is detected that there is a pocket gun in the document box in the bedside table on the right, and the gun is filled with 5 bullets.

In Ryan's field of vision, all items detected by the system as useful are outlined in red, making it easier for Ryan to find. This is not the first time Ryan has activated the system's combat and escape assistance modes. Not every world is very peaceful. like now.

Ryan took the pistol out of the box.

There were beautiful gun casings on the gun, and Ryan didn't even have time to remove these gorgeous, impractical casings that would affect the feel of the gun.

This gun has not been oiled once since I bought it. Obviously its owner is a woman who lives in this house.

Its owner bought a gun for self-defense with the mainstream, bought a beautiful holster out of some mindless psychology, and put it in the deepest part of the cabinet, she never thought she would use it one day .

So her house was grandly taken by Hannibal.

Ryan skillfully opened the safety catch, unscrewed the door and walked out. He walked towards the stairs with precise movements. At this moment, he didn't want to hide his second vision anymore, even if Hannibal saw it, it didn't matter.

Because Hannibal would never guess that there is something called second vision in Ryan, even if Hannibal suspects that Ryan can see around, he has no evidence, and with Hannibal's personality, he believes in his own judge.

Ryan was blinded by him.

Ryan paused for a moment with his raised foot on the stairs, and then he retracted his foot and ran in a certain direction. He heard a faint cry.