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

Dick greeted Tim with a refreshing smile, "Good evening, Timber."

Anyway, it wouldn't be worse if Tim knew about it, and Tim's coming means that Batman knows about it, which means Batman has to 'specially pay attention' to him again.

Dick thought desperately.

Maybe Dick's expression was too obvious, Tim glanced at Dick with a half-smile. "You don't think Batman knows about this?"

Dick complained quietly. "Of course he does. You must have told him."

Tim shrugged noncommittally.

"Dickie, you know that. Batman just cares about us, he's so nervous about the bad things that happened in the past that he wants to grow a few more eyes to watch us."

Dick didn't say anything more, he knew Batman had been paying attention to them and worrying about them in his awkward way.

So that's why Dick never really hated Batman.

Dick walked around to the co-pilot, opened the door and entered the car.

He saw the back seat through the rearview mirror, Jason and Damian who sat in the corner with arms crossed and ignored each other.

...Isn't there something worse than Tim knowing about it?

Dick tugged at his hair in dismay, and he said loudly, "You're all here, my God, will it be funny to meddle in my business?"

"Grayson, why do you think of us like this?" Damian said loudly, making Dick feel a little guilty.

Immediately afterwards, Damian smiled and said badly: "Yes, it's very interesting."

Jason: "Although I really don't want to echo Damian's words, I have to admit that he is right."

Dick:...

Dick puffed his face depressed, he decided not to talk to Damian and Jason for 5 minutes.

He turned to look at Tim. "Have you found Ryan?"

"You don't believe me?" Tim smirked.

"Not only do I know where Ryan Brea is now, I also know the identity of the person who kidnapped him, and what kind of identity the League of Assassins plays in it."

Speaking of the League of Assassins, the smug smile on Damian's face disappeared, and he frowned with a heavy and serious expression.

"Mother, she is using Lazarus spring water to cultivate some new weapons, and what is being used now is only an experimental product."

Tim glanced at Dick. "Hannibal Lecter is the man who kidnapped Ryan Brea."

"Hannibal Lecter?" Dick said the name repeatedly.

Not long ago, he saw this person on the arrest warrant issued by the FBI, a perverted serial killer who enjoys eating human beings.

"Ogre?" Dick confirmed to Tim again.

Tim nodded, he looked at Dick tangledly, hesitant to speak.

Dick patted Tim on the shoulder and said, "Just tell me, I have to know my enemy."

He gritted his teeth and continued, "Lyan Brea was a victim of Hannibal Lecter."

Dick's pupils shrank suddenly, and the originally harmonious atmosphere in the car became solidified.

Tim looked away, choosing not to look into Dick's blue eyes. He didn't want to hurt his big brother, the gentlest man in the family.

But as Dick said.

You have to understand your opponent and generate anger for what he has done to arouse the most essential motivation and strength, but don't let anger control you, this is what Batman taught them.

"Lyan Brea was a patient of Hannibal Lecter when he was 14 years old, and Hannibal controlled him and ate him."

"He once bluntly stated under interrogation by the FBI that the women he consumed were just substitutes for Ryan Brea."

"Also, the serial killer who blinded Ryan Brea was none other than Hannibal Lecter."

Tim's words made the whole car quiet. His frank words were obviously simple words, but they were very reminiscent of bloody and cruel scenes. They may have seen many lunatics and fought many lunatics.

However, cannibalism is another concept.

What's more, this happened to Dick's lover. Although they like to boo Dick very much, it doesn't mean that they would like to see Dick's lover encounter this kind of thing.

Dick, who has been with Ryan, can't even imagine that his strong and gentle chief was gouged out when he was young, and he must have cried and begged for a part of himself to be swallowed by a lunatic. but no one helped him.

After Hannibal escaped from prison, he returned to Ryan with crazy revenge. Hannibal made Ryan lose his eyes, and now he took Ryan away again. Dick couldn't imagine what would happen to Ryan.

Anger and remorse filled him.

Anger drove Dick to slam his fist on the stool. The sound and movement made the other three stunned. Dick seldom lost control of his emotions. He was the best in the Bat-family to control his emotions.

Grayson has his own way of controlling his character, but now, he is out of control.

Dick's fists were trembling, the trembling after clenching his fists with all his strength, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I knew that someone wanted to attack him, and I left him alone in the library during the date." , I thought they would not dare to do it in a place with so many people."

"It's all my fault," murmured Dick. "If anything happens to him, I'll never forgive myself."

Damian comforted dryly: "Is it still useful to say this now?"

As soon as Damian said the words, he immediately received double condemnation from Tim and Jason.

Dick is so sad, you still blame him?

Damian added awkwardly: "I thought that's why we appeared here and by your side, to help you find your boyfriend, and then beat up that perverted bastard."

Damian's words stunned Dick. It's hard to hear any good words from Damian, but at this moment, Dick really sensed his concern for him from Damian's awkward words.

"Little D.." Dick said, leaning into the back seat, trying to hug Damian.

Damian dodges, spraying venom from his mouth. "Don't! Grayson! You're disgusting me."

Damian sticks out his tongue, making a disgusted expression.

Jason rolled his eyes: "Hurry up and save your little boyfriend, maybe it's too late and you can only see him at Hannibal's dining table."

Dick, who was comforted by his family, felt a lot better. When Tim started the car and drove to the destination, Dick remembered something belatedly.

"Tibao, you are 17 years old, aren't you?"

"What's wrong." Tim turned the steering wheel calmly, pretending not to understand what Dick said.

Jason smiled. "Grayson wanted to ask, why are you driving, little brat?"

"..I have experience driving the Batmobile." Tim retorted slightly.

"But you don't have a driver's license." Jason laughed again. "So, it's better to replace me."

"You?!" Damian was the first to jump out to object. "Your way of driving a car instead of a motorcycle? No, I have a reasonable suspicion that you want to kill us."

At this time, Dick's cell phone rang, and an anonymous email was sent to his cell phone, which was a video file.

The cover of the video features Dick's familiar backside, Ryan Brea.

The atmosphere in the car, which had finally eased down, solidified again.

...

...

Hearing Lilian's scream coming from a place not far away from him, Ryan leaned on the wall and quickly ran towards the direction of the sound.

Lilian tripped over the crumpled white cloth on the ground, and she staggered. Fortunately, she didn't fall directly, and she only dared to run forward with her head buried.

She was panting heavily, her lungs were stinging from breathing in too much dust, but what was more important than her life, as long as she stopped, the demon would catch up with her.

Lilian has been secretly following Ryan, and her wishful thinking is crackling. She can see that Ryan's identity is not ordinary, and she might be able to escape by following him.

More importantly, if Hannibal keeps up with her, she can lure Hannibal to Lyanna.

A blind man can't run faster than her, can he?

Lilian knew that her actions and thoughts were very selfish. She put her own life above the lives of others, and this other person was their savior.

Lina told her that they might not be able to help Leanne, but at least they couldn't hurt him, and Lilian thought that Lina was a fool. Who cares about others in times of crisis?

What's more, she is still so young, Ryan's eyes are already blind, it is better to give her this chance to survive.

With this in mind, Lilian has been following Ryan.

She found that although Ryan's eyes were blind, his movements were quite smooth, and he basically didn't touch any obstacles. It's just that his movements were very slow, and he almost fell to the ground several times.

Lilian was a little impatient seeing such slow movements, but she had to suppress her temper, hiding not far from Ryan and following him.

Until she accidentally turned her head and found Hannibal Lecter smiling at her half a corridor away from her.

Hannibal Lecter is dressed very casually in a shirt and a striped vest, with his sleeves rolled up and a fruit knife in one hand, as if preparing fruit for a visitor at home.

Only Lilian knew what a terrifying demon he was.

If the time could go back to two days ago, she would never be deceived by Hannibal's handsome and gentle face and hypocritical words.

Two days ago, Lilian was nestled in the living room watching TV. It was raining heavily outside the house. The unfamiliar knock on the door aroused her vigilance. If it was Lina, she would choose to open the door directly with the key instead of knocking.

Out of vigilance, Lilian didn't open the door right away. She watched Hannibal through the door. The handsome middle-aged man was holding a black umbrella, his shoulders were already wet by the rain.

When Lilian asked who he was, Hannibal smiled gently and helplessly. He told Lilian that his car had a problem in the suburbs and couldn't start. He was very cold and hoped to get help.

Bewildered by that pretty face, Lilian opened the door without much hesitation, and she brought the devil into the house.

At first Hannibal acted perfectly normal, he just asked for a towel and a cup of hot water.

He sat on the sofa and chatted with Lilian, and Lilian learned that Hannibal was a psychiatrist, and she was very happy to do some psychological profiling and counseling for Lilian.

Until Lilian saw the face of a psychiatrist on the most wanted warrant issued by the FBI in the news break.

The demon tore his disguise.