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

It was already 1 o'clock in the afternoon when Dick and Ryan finished talking about the dossier. Dick took a sip of cold coffee. At this time, the cafeteria was no longer serving lunch.

He could only go to a nearby restaurant to eat during his lunch break, and Ryan probably knew that he was wasting Dick's time.

He smiled sheepishly at Dick.

Then, as if by magic, he took out a lunch box from under the table. He fumbled around the edge of the lunch box to open it, and there was a sandwich lying inside.

"If you don't mind, I'll give you half the sandwich."

"Is this your lunch?"

"Ah."

Dick glanced at the sandwich that looked like it was the size of a palm. Dick couldn't get enough of such a little thing.

He doesn't know how much Ryan eats.

But he had no doubt that if he split the sandwich in half, Ryan wouldn't be able to get enough.

Dick muttered, "You can't just eat this, it's not nutritious."

Immediately afterwards, he thought of a good idea and showed a hearty smile. "Let's go downstairs to the restaurant."

Ryan hesitated for a moment, nodded in agreement with Dick, and he stood up and picked up the blind cane that was set aside.

Dick rolled over the desk on his hands and grabbed Ryan's wrist with one. "I'll lead you there."

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The restaurant downstairs was still open at this point, Dick quickly ordered what he wanted to eat.

Er, a cheap black pepper spaghetti.

In fact, as a policeman, Dick's salary is frighteningly low, no, it should be said that all policemen are like this.

Unless they cracked some very important case and were rewarded by the higher-level government, they could only receive a minimum salary of only 6000 US dollars per month.

In fact, 6000 US dollars a month is considered a lot of salary in the United States, at least more than enough for ordinary people.

But Dick is not an ordinary person, he has another identity, Bruhaven's masked vigilante, Nightwing.

As Nightwing, there are many places to spend money. The monthly salary of five thousand dollars is just enough to maintain the basic operations of Dick and Nightwing.

As Dick Grayson, he had to live a very frugal life. The police station cafeteria was open for free, and after the meal time, he could only ask for blessings.

Even the cheapest food in the restaurant can cost a full fifteen dollars for a meager, not filling spaghetti.

The waiter read the names of the dishes on the menu beside Ryan.

Ryan didn't wear sunglasses when he went out, and his dull eyes were exposed to everyone's eyes. He was holding a blind stick, and his movements were bumpy, obviously he was blind.

The clothes Ryan is wearing are very expensive at first glance, and the waiter is not a blind person.

Sure enough, Leanne leaned halfway on the sofa and ordered all the names of the dishes the waiter told him. Finally, he also ordered a black pepper spaghetti.

The few dishes quoted by the waiter at the beginning were not cheap, and Ryan's expression didn't change, he swiped his card and waited for the dishes to be served.

The quantity is not large, the arrangement is beautiful, and the expensive dishes quickly fill up a table.

But Ryan just rolled the black pepper spaghetti in front of him with a fork and ate it. The other dishes on the table didn't move at all, and they all ended up in Dick's stomach.

Dick took advantage of Ryan and ate his first very satisfying meal of the month.

After eating, Dick was a little embarrassed. He asked Leand to order more dishes, but Leon just lazily agreed, but didn't choose any dishes.

When Dick was full, he realized belatedly that Ryan couldn't see where the dishes were placed on the table, and without sight, it was difficult to find and pick up the dishes he wanted to eat with a fork.

So this is why Ryan only eats sandwiches at noon, because he doesn't need to look for them, he just needs to pick them up and bring them to his mouth.

Dick had complicated thoughts, obviously he didn't think of it just now, and Ryan didn't mention it.

At this moment, Dick's thoughts about Ryan became a little strange, he pursed his lips, not in a good mood.

He didn't know whether Ryan's forbearance was because he didn't want to disappoint Dick, or because Ryan's self-esteem didn't allow him to show weakness in front of others, even though he had admitted his eye disease very naturally.

Either way, it made Dick feel uncomfortable.

So, out of a certain mood, after guiding Ryan out of the restaurant, Dick let go of Ryan's hand without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, Dick concealed his aura, just like Batman once taught him to conceal his aura. Fighting skills are used here, and Batman will be angry if he sees it.

Dick knew that in Ryan's eyes, he seemed to let go of his hand suddenly, and then disappeared in the crowd.

Dick stood aside and watched Ryan's movements.

Ryan, who was let go of his hand, froze in place. He scratched the void, as if he didn't expect Dick to let go and disappear suddenly.

The police station is located on the busiest urban street in Bruhaven.

Whether it is a weekend or not, there are countless passers-by in this area.

The footsteps of all kinds of shoes hitting the ground, the noise of the crowd, and the tireless honking of cars exploded in Ryan's ears, affecting his judgment.

He couldn't see anything, just darkness in front of him.

His frowned eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, his rosy and full lips were tightly pressed, and the place where the two lips were tightly closed was slightly white.

It can be seen how hard he tossed his lips.

He couldn't hear Dick's voice, couldn't feel his breath.

Dick left him and went.

The bewilderment and panic that flashed across Ryan's face were easily captured by Dick.

An first waited for a while.

Immediately afterwards, Ryan restrained the fragile expression on his face, and it became a distressing habit.

He clenched his jaw and tapped his cane.

Because Ryan was directly taken downstairs by Dick, he never thought that Dick would leave him and go by himself, so Ryan didn't lead Tyrion downstairs, which would be the decision he regretted the most.

His world is dark, he has no sense of direction, and now he's trying to get back to the police station alone.

Ryan turned his head to one side in a daze. Relying on his memory of being taken downstairs by Dick, he tentatively took the first step back to the police station.

In the first step, he stepped in a direction completely opposite to the police station.

Dick restrained his hidden breath.

He ran to Ryan's side in two steps and grabbed Ryan's wrist. He clearly felt that Ryan's tense body relaxed because of his approach.

Really, Ryan couldn't do anything without him or a guide dog.

Dick still had a brisk tone, and he leaned forward: "Where are you going, sir?"

Ryan stopped, and through Dick's words, he knew that he was going the wrong way, so he turned around again as if nothing had happened.

Ryan kept a blank expression on his face, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where did you go just now?"

Dick could hear the faint anger and a trace of undetectable grievance in Ryan's tone.

Dick looked at Ryan's face in surprise.

Ryan's exquisite face tightened, and the sharp and beautiful features were fully displayed in front of Dick's eyes, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red, combined with the grievance magnified by Dick in those words.

It was obviously just a question, but it seemed to be accusing Dick of his behavior.

Like Dick bullied him, well, Dick did 'bully' him, no, how could that count as bullying, he was just testing Ryan.

But his behavior did make Ryan feel very uneasy, and it would not feel good to let anyone be left suddenly.

What's more, Ryan can't see the outside world, his only reliance is Dick, and when Dick pulls away——

Dick felt a pang of conscience that he was being condemned for what he was about to do next.

Dick replied casually: "Oh, I went to buy a bottle of water just now, I'm really thirsty, sir, you don't mind this, do you?"

Now, Ryan should be angry and get mad at him, or something, like when Ryan threw Vincent over the shoulder hard the day he first came to the police station.

However, Ryan just stared at Dick for a while, without anger, just calm.

He nodded and said calmly, "Go back to the police station."

Dick's eyes darkened, and he led Ryan back to the police station.

He hoped that Ryan would get angry, he should get angry, it wasn't that Dick wanted to grab some of Ryan's pigtails, and took the opportunity to report him or something. In fact, Dick didn't even doubt Ryan's identity, it was just a rough draft Just a file on Ryan.

Dick wanted Ryan to get mad because he thought Ryan could get mad at him.

Ryan should vent his emotions.

Dick knew Ryan wasn't feeling well, the pent-up anguish in the calm words he'd confided to himself.

But even so, Ryan was always the one who tolerated it. He didn't express any wishes when Dick proposed to go to the restaurant, even if he couldn't enjoy a normal lunch by going to the restaurant.

Dick didn't want Ryan to continue to choose to suffer like this blindly. His life was already miserable enough. People around him would tolerate his behavior, and he could vent his emotions to the surroundings.

Ryan had never, except in the beginning, a lesson to the police officer who had provoked him and said something bad to him, had never seen Ryan lose his temper.

He put up his defenses firmly, enclosed himself in the small world, and protected himself.

As Ryan's partner, Dick can always feel the sense of distance. Although Ryan has a perfect smile on his face, his behavior also shows friendliness and acceptance of Dick.

Dick sighed silently, he was in a panic, he was being emotionally influenced by his partner.

He was feeling sorry for Ryan Brea.

Ryan was just a kid in his early twenties, who looked to be about the same age as Jason, with his little wings, and the two had similar traumatic experiences.

Dick didn't want Ryan to be like that.

Dick didn't know that Ryan had been using his second vision all the time. He clearly knew that after Dick let go of his hand, he took two steps silently and leaned against the wall to observe Ryan symbolically.

Ryan: ...?

Although he didn't know what Dick wanted to do, it didn't stop Ryan from acting out in front of Dick what a blind man should look like after being left behind.

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It took Dick and Ryan a few minutes to get back to the police station.

Dick noticed the heavy crime squad officers in the criminal investigation office at first glance.

The serious crime team is also part of the criminal investigation department, and they are mainly responsible for going out to deal with important cases.

The members of the serious crime team did not wear uniform white shirts.

Instead, they changed into special frog suits for field work. They wore uniformly issued pistols and guns on their waists, and vests with the police logo printed on them. Handcuffs and batons were hung on their waists.

Dick narrowed his eyes, he had a new task.

Dick could see it, but Ryan didn't. He just felt that the atmosphere in the criminal investigation department's office had become a little different.

Seeing that Ryan had finally returned, the person in charge of the serious crime team let out a sigh of relief. With a serious expression on his face, he quickly walked in front of Ryan.

"Sir Brea, I have a mission."