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

Now, the demon is in the corridor beside her, only 20 meters away from her.

Lilian inevitably let out a scream of fear, and she ran forward desperately. The surge of adrenaline and excessive panic made her have no time to pay attention to the obstacles on the ground and nearly fell.

The pocket cockpit that had been held tightly in his hand fell several meters away.

In her shaking eyes, she only saw Ryan who heard her scream not far in front of her and turned back to look for her.

Hope appeared in her eyes, and her face, which had been distorted by fear, relaxed slightly. She opened her mouth and was about to call out, but she let out a painful scream.

At some point, Hannibal had already arrived behind Lilian, and he grabbed Lilian's hair and dragged the girl back forcefully.

"Why did you run away from me? Was it because I didn't entertain well?"

Hannibal grabbed Lilian's hair and clamped her in his arms. The seemingly gentle movements were made with full strength. The severe pain in the scalp made Lilian dare not resist.

She just ran her hands through her hair trying to relieve Hannibal's force on her hair, and she let out a cry of pain.

Hannibal kept a gentleman's gentle smile on his face, and his magnetic voice whispered like a devil. "Keep quiet, ma'am. Screaming is not a lady's behavior."

Lilian didn't dare to speak anymore, she just looked in the direction of Ryan for help.

With a cold face, Ryan quickly picked up the pocket pistol that Lilian dropped on the ground.

He gritted his teeth, his sore muscles made him almost unable to stand up straight, so he could only lean against the wall, barely controlling his disobedient arm to raise the pocket pistol.

A pocket gun that even a lady can hold and play with at will. In order to lift it, Ryan used both hands. The muzzle of the gun trembled and heaved up and down. Such movements were not easy for him.

Hearing the sound, he barely raised the muzzle of the gun to Hannibal's body.

Hannibal watched Ryan's movements and let out a small hum of pleasure.

"Oh my god, boy. You just whet my appetite. Tell me, how did you break the handcuffs and rescue the two ladies with the drug effect, and come here and point the gun at me?" Hannibal asked. Said, the tone is not surprised.

"None of your business." Ryan spat out a few words slowly, his delicate face was as cold as ice.

His muzzle was still aiming hard at Hannibal, even though it was tilting with a force that even its owner didn't realize.

Hannibal stared at Ryan, and suddenly let out a chuckle of pleasure, twisted with malice. "You want to save her, can you do it?"

Hannibal gripped Lilian's hair hard, forcing her to look up, and he stared at the girl's distorted face because of the pain, the haggard face was covered with tears, very ugly.

Hannibal slowly raised the fruit knife, the snow-white blade sliced ​​across the girl's cheek, the flesh burst open, and the blood slid down the cheek, Lilian screamed and struggled vigorously, but Hannibal tightly trapped her and let her Can't move.

Hannibal, who was supposed to enjoy the dying struggle and miserable appearance of his prey, didn't give the girl a little bit of vision, and he didn't have time to care about the girl's noisy screams.

Hannibal's eyes were locked on Ryan, fearing to miss his every look and expression.

Hearing the girl's scream, Ryan almost pressed the trigger, his jaw line was tense, and his white teeth bit his lower lip until it turned white.That face seemed calm, and the forehead could not hide the crystal sweat.

But he never pulled the trigger—

He dare not.

If he accidentally hurt Lilian...but if he didn't pull the trigger, Hannibal could hurt her, maybe even kill her.

Hannibal admired Ryan's frown raised and lowered.

Hannibal lured Ryan to shoot with a low tone: "Why don't you pull the trigger? I'm right in front of you, just pull the trigger, and you can kill me, avenge yourself, and those who were murdered by me The girl takes revenge and saves the girl in my hand."

"You know I won't give you time to think about whether to shoot or not."

"You should have cut off my arm holding the gun decisively like when you arrested me, and saved the hostage." Hannibal pointed out.

On the day Hannibal was arrested by the FBI, he kidnapped a girl on the road in a calm manner, just when he was about to take the girl into the car and drive away, escaping arrest again.

A bullet came at a very tricky angle, piercing Hannibal's arm holding the gun, along with his escape plan.

Hannibal still remembered that he was in the escort car and saw the scene outside through the narrow window.

Under the sun, Ryan was wearing a standard black suit.

Surrounded by everyone, holding the little girl held hostage by Hannibal, he had a lazy smile on his face, slightly raised eyebrows, arrogant and proud.

What was Hannibal thinking at the time?

Oh, what a mighty and proud lion he is.

Ironically, the same scene happened again, but this time there was a huge change, and the person in the seat was no longer Hannibal.

On the contrary, it is the proud lion. He still has smooth and beautiful fur, but he is no longer as proud and powerful as before.

The hand that was always holding the gun was trembling at this moment, and the always upright body could only stand by leaning against the wall, and the sharp eyes that could easily detect Hannibal's weakness could no longer play its role.

Crunchy and delicious.

All this is caused by him.

Hannibal had a twisted smile and a vengeful delight, and now he was once again in charge of the proud lion.

Threatening the girl's life can easily put Ryan in a dilemma, no matter what kind of situation he can easily destroy Ryan's will.

"Shut up!" Ryan growled.

Lilian, who was relieved from the pain, also understood the importance of Ryan to Hannibal at this moment, or, she was desperate and could only ask Ryan in front of her for help.

"Please...help me, help me!!!" The girl begged softly at the beginning, and then shouted nervously and hysterically.

Ryan clenches the gun again, and he's aiming at Hannibal or something.

"Okay, boy. Your time to hesitate to shoot is over."

"Hush—" Hannibal suppressed the smile on his face, and he raised the fruit knife.

There was a bang, and the bullet grazed Hannibal's cheek.

Blood flowers blooming like a fountain poured out from Lilian's slender neck,

Hannibal didn't even look at Lilian in his hand, he threw the woman on the ground, the blood bubbles gushing from his throat gurgling.

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground and the woman's voice that never came back let Ryan know that he was empty, and Hannibal killed Lilian in front of him.

He could have prevented this.

He almost shot through Hannibal's head, and he could have saved Lilian if the muscle relaxants hadn't softened his hands.

However, the fact that cannot be ignored is that he failed to save Lilian.

"No—" Ryan let out a painful growl, his voice broken and desperate.

There was a squeezing sound in Ryan's throat, the pocket pistol he was holding slipped from his hand, Ryan knelt down weakly, he hung his head and fingers into his hair, trembling.

Hannibal paced closer to Ryan. He picked up the camera that had been set aside to record all this. He stared down at Ryan and adjusted the angle of the camera to record Ryan.

"This time you failed to save the girl from me like last time, and you will never have another chance, pretty boy, you can't save anyone, including yourself."

These images were all retained by the camera and unreservedly transmitted to Dick Grayson's cell phone through the network.

The car was turned on in automatic driving mode, and the air pressure in the car was extremely low.

The four saw the scene just now through Dick's mobile phone, saw Hannibal brutally murdered a woman, and also saw Ryan's self-doubt and despair because he could not save the girl.

Hannibal, a former psychiatrist, knew how to break a man like Ryan.

And Ryan was not as strong as he had shown. The lost eyes and the seemingly detached back were actually heavier burdens, making Ryan like a tight string.

With great difficulty, Dick slowly lifted the burden for Ryan, and Hannibal crushed it completely without hesitation.

There is no doubt that this video is Hannibal provoking Dick, and he knows the relationship between Ryan and Dick.

But he didn't know that Dick Grayson, besides being a cop, was also Bluehaven's vigilante, Nightwing.

Otherwise the video should have been sent to Nightwing's number, not Dick Grayson's.

Tim looked at Dick worriedly. Dick was holding his phone tightly and staring at the picture. He lowered his head and let his hair block his bright blue eyes.

Hannibal managed to draw Dick's rage again, this time with unreserved, absolute rage.

He killed an innocent woman to crush Ryan's spiritual bottom line. No matter from which level, this is an unforgivable thing.

Dick raised his head, his eyes were burning with anger, and he called Jason in a low voice: "Little Wing."

"Yeah." Jason knew what kind of mood Dick was in, and he didn't choose to continue to confront Dick.

Similarly, Jason was also in anger, the scene just now reminded him of his mother and the clown, the clown also used that woman to try to destroy Jason.

Jason is also really lost. He is angry and perverted, and he fights criminals with extremely vicious means.

But fortunately, his family brought him back, but Ryan Brea was different, his family didn't care about him now, and the only thing he could rely on was Dick.

Only Dick can rescue Ryan from a state of disorientation and self-doubt.

Jason was also sure that his brothers were in a rage, and he wanted to say that Hannibal was in trouble.

"If I lose control and kill Hannibal Lecter, you have to stop me." Dick whispered.

He couldn't control his killing intent towards Hannibal, Hannibal's harm to Ryan was all merged into Dick's anger towards Hannibal, and this anger eventually turned into killing intent, he drove Dick towards Hannibal Under the dead hands.

Similarly, Dick still retains his sanity now, he knows that he can't do that, whether it is to Ryan or to this society, he is not qualified to judge Hannibal in private law.

But Dick wasn't sure that when he met Hannibal, he would be able to stay calm enough to keep himself from killing Hannibal, so he needed someone to stop him.

The most suitable candidate is undoubtedly Jason.

Jason has faced death himself, and killed criminals while lost. He is irritable and has a bad temper, but Jason is the calmest of them. Because he has experienced it, he knows that killing is not a good experience.

He could be the wake-up call to remind Dick not to cross the line.

Jason let out a sneer without any irony: "The death of such a scum is just cheap for him. I won't let you kill him."