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

Ryan held the gun and tried to get up, but his calf was grabbed by an irresistible force. Hannibal's hand, which was like a shackle, tightly grasped one of Ryan's calf.

Ryan, who was about to stand up, staggered and fell to the ground. He lay on the ground and used his uninjured arm to support his upper body to stand up. His injured arm was unable to exert strength.

Ryan turned his head while maintaining the expression of shock and fear on his face.

Hannibal grabbed Ryan by the shin and pulled him down, his annoyingly elegant smile still on his face. "good afternoon?"

Ryan cursed in a low voice, he lowered his eyebrows, his cheeks that were blushed and stained with sweat from strenuous exercise looked like a rose in the morning, and there was an undisguised boredom and perfunctory on his face.

"Are you finished, Hannibal?" Ryan maintained the posture of one leg being held by Hannibal, propped the elbows of his arms on the ground, and turned over to face Hannibal.

Ryan sighed loudly, his voice both shrill and tinged with malice. "Must you run after people like a dog without food?"

Ryan raised the gun to Hannibal. The numbness and weakness of his arm were worse than when he picked up the gun before, not to mention that now he only has one hand to use, and his elbow has to support him from falling.

Unless it's cheek to cheek.

Ryan was not sure that he could hit Hannibal at such a distance.

Hannibal was obviously aware of this too, he carefully looked at Ryan's trembling arms and seemingly calm face, his pretty boy became aggressive, he erected the few remaining thorns to try to protect Own.

Given that those were the few thorns he had left, Hannibal could forgive Ryan for his rude remarks, again.

He didn't know how Ryan, who was deeply influenced by etiquette and grew up immersed in it, learned to speak swear words. Did Dick Grayson teach him?Oh, he's spoiling his pretty boy.

Or now he only has that mouth left to attack himself?

But it doesn't matter, he still has a lot of time with Ryan, he will teach Ryan what can be said and what can't be said, use a knife, or something else that will make Ryan recall the fear of being a child again.

He smiled.

Hannibal said in the beautiful voice of a choir: "My God, you are so innocent, my beautiful boy, my little lamb."

"I can't help but want to open up options for you, come on, little lamb. Put down the gun and come to me, and I will let that innocent, poor lady go for you, allow her to leave here, and even call the police."

After finishing speaking, Hannibal narrowed his eyes and his voice became indifferent.

"You can also choose to shoot me, kill me, or... listen to me kill that poor lady in front of you, you know which one is right?"

Ryan hesitated, he lowered his eyes slightly, his mind was full of thoughts, how would Ryan Brea choose?He will definitely choose to surrender to Hannibal in exchange for Lina's chance of survival.

No matter what Hannibal said is true or not, Leanne will definitely choose to obey Hannibal, and... even if he puts down the gun, he will not completely surrender to Hannibal, but this can win Lina an escape timing.

Hannibal came to Bruhaven for Ryan, so the series of things that happened here are more or less related to Ryan. Whether it is Lilian or Lina, this is Ryan's responsibility.

Ryan gritted his teeth, and he gripped the gun tightly.

But he—

Not reconciled.

In other words, it is Ryan who is not reconciled, not 'Lyan Brea'. As a policeman, Ryan Brea should put down his gun and do as Hannibal said.

He knew that he was not sure of hitting Hannibal with this blow.

If you miss this opportunity, you won't be so lucky next time.

Should he bet on Lina's life?

No, he is not eligible.

Ryan pursed his lips, his eyes were lowered, his jaw was tense, his slender eyelashes covered the obscure emotions in his eyes, and the broken hair on his forehead fell down, which made Ryan look helpless, like a flower caught by rain and wind. Wet the wild field roses swaying in the wind.

Ryan was being shaken by Hannibal's words, but Hannibal was very leisurely, he was not worried that Ryan would choose to shoot, even if he would, up to now, the muzzle of the gun raised by Ryan's arm still couldn't aim at his deadly place .

He just had to wait for Ryan to bend over him, relax his spine, and give in to him.

It should be like this.

Ryan slowly relaxed his grip on the gun.

At a loss.

Another warm body that didn't belong to Hannibal wrapped Ryan from behind, and a strong arm wrapped around Ryan's waist, pulling him into his arms.

The body behind Ryan was not particularly strong, but rather solid, warm, and his heartbeat was steady, which gradually made Ryan feel at ease. The restlessness, helplessness, and all negative emotions that Hannibal had brought to him disappeared.

Ryan knew who the man behind him was.

Dick Grayson's lavender laundry detergent, which smells like sunshine.

Ryan didn't want to know how Dick got here, but there was no doubt that Dick's arrival relaxed his tense nerves and heart.

Dick is always reassuring and comforting, Bluehaven's big blue jay.

"Dick."

Nightwing took Ryan's gun hand and helped him raise the gun again and aim it at Hannibal.

The warm palm wrapped Ryan's trembling palm with delicate fabrics, and Dick rested his head on Ryan's shoulder. He looked at Ryan tenderly, and then his eyes fell on Hannibal, becoming extremely cold.

Hannibal's expression was stiff and contorted. He obviously didn't expect Nightwing to appear.

Nightwing said softly to Ryan, "Sir, you can do it."

Dick's actions and words gave Ryan strength, Ryan pursed his lips, and his expression became tough and confident, just like the expression when he pierced Hannibal's elbow a few years ago.

He firmly pressed the trigger of the pocket pistol.

boom.

With the sound of gunfire, blood spattered, and he fell to the ground.

This crime started with a gun and ended with a gun.

This is just what everyone thinks, and what Hannibal saw.

He saw that Ryan's fingers and muscles were not trembling while holding the gun, and the muscle relaxants didn't seem to have any effect on him.

Thinking about it this way, although Ryan always showed the appearance of being affected by muscle relaxants, he never fell down. Is this just because of Ryan's physical fitness and will?

No, definitely not.

From beginning to end, Ryan Brea performed quite well.

is fake.

He was deceived.

Hannibal raised his head, and Ryan, who was held in his arms by Nightwing and held the gun in his hand, had a smile on his face.

He squinted his eyes, raised his lips, and his expression was so relaxed and easy to handle. At this moment, those eyes that should have been invisible were full of malice and pity.

Immediately after Ryan opened his lips, the red lips opened and closed, and he said wordlessly: "Guess where I will hit?"

Despite asking, Ryan's gun was firmly pointed at Hannibal's lungs.

Hannibal stared at Ryan expressionlessly, without looking at Dick at all.

Liar, Ryan Brea is not a lion at all, he is a cunning viper.

They were all just prey to Ryan.

...

...

Both Ryan and Lina were later taken to the hospital.

In fact, Ryan didn't suffer much injuries. Except for the muscle relaxant that made him weak all over, there was only a horrific cut on his arm. The flesh on his arm was torn out by his nails. Looking at the window felt pain for Ryan.

After helping Ryan knock down Hannibal and waiting for the ambulance to arrive, he left the mansion, found a place to say hello to Tim and others, changed back into the police officer Dick Grayson's costume, and hurriedly Rush to the hospital.

Hannibal was also sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, because he was shot in the lobe of the lung by Ryan. When Dick took the gun for Ryan, he deliberately avoided Hannibal's fatal point and chose to aim at Hannibal's lung.

The lobes of the lungs are very important for a person to maintain normal physiology, but they are not as fatal as the heart and brain.

Dick hated what Hannibal did to Ryan, hurting Ryan again and again, bringing back the shadow of his childhood, trying to control him.

It was because he hated Hannibal that Dick aimed at Hannibal's lungs.

The lung lobes pierced by bullets cannot be completely repaired. Even if Hannibal saves his life, his lungs will always be defective. He will often feel short of breath and will no longer be able to do strenuous exercise, including running and jumping.

This can greatly weaken Hannibal's aggressiveness.

It's so easy to hurt someone when you really hate them.Hannibal is a badass, hurts people, and has no merit-

All his virtues are false skins disguised to deceive his victims.

Dick stared at Ryan through the door. Ryan Cheng lowered his head, revealing a pale half of his face. Surrounded by nurses and doctors in white, he looked so helpless.

If it weren't for the sterilization and disinfection in the consulting room, Dick couldn't hold back his emotions and rushed in to comfort him with Ryan in his arms.

Dick stared at Ryan through the small window, and after a while the doctors took Ryan into another room.

Dick, who couldn't see Ryan, couldn't help stopping a nurse who came out to ask about Ryan's condition.

The female nurse answered Dick very professionally: "The wounds on his body have been healed, but the toxin spread because of the muscle relaxant and insisted on exercising. In the next few days, we are now conducting a psychiatric evaluation on him."

Sensing that Dick was very worried, the female nurse added an explanation: "Don't worry, it's just a few simple questions to ensure that he is still mentally and spiritually healthy, and he will come out soon."

"You should be able to understand that he was a victim of Hannibal, and his special status belongs to a capable government official. A psychiatric evaluation is a must..."

The nurse didn't finish, but Dick understood her.

Every government staff member will be dragged to undergo a mental appraisal after suffering a possible mental trauma. Freaks are not scary, but capable freaks are scary.

They are worried that these staff members will become dangerous criminals after being mentally shocked, and they hold government secrets, so the risk factor is naturally needless to say.

Dick smiled kindly, expressing his understanding.He clenched his fists and waited for the news.

After a while, a nurse came to inform him that Ryan Brea needed to stay in the hospital for observation.

His mental condition is not good.

When Dick entered the ward with the sandwich, Ryan was leaning on the bed in a daze. The arm in his hand was hanging on his chest, and the light fell on Ryan through the window, casting a layer of light on him.

There was not much expression on the pale and extremely handsome face, and even the ruddy lips that were always raised were a little bleak.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his hollow blue eyes were more colorless and fragile than before.

His chief was strong, but not that strong.

Everyone has seen his strong side, only Dick has seen the soft and fragile inner side of Ryan's strong shell, um...in a double sense.

Hearing Dick's voice, Ryan looked for his reputation, and he barely raised his lips to show a smile.

Dick walked to Ryan and sat down. He stretched out his hand and rubbed Ryan's hair, and passed the cake in his hand. He remembered that Ryan liked coconut cake very much.

"Sir, don't think too much, it's over." Dick said softly, he bit a spoonful of cake and fed it to Ryan.

Ryan opened his lips and ate the cake. The sweet cake became tasteless. When Dick fed the cake to his lips again, Ryan refused to open his mouth. He tilted his head slightly and let the cake rub against his lips. Under the white cream.

He was rejecting the cake without opening his mouth.

Dick put down the spoon helplessly, and sat on the hospital bed. The single bed made an unpleasant noise because it couldn't bear the weight of the two.

Dick pressed Ryan's head with one hand, leaned forward and kissed the motionless Ryan.