Entertainment Starting From Operation Red Sea Chapter 768

Chapter 768 Reaching the Destination (Please bookmark, recommend, and vote monthly)

“Wow, this soup is really effective.” Sheila sipped the soup, her spirits improved a lot, and her face became rosy again.

　　Xu Chuan rolled his eyes, "That's because the ibuprofen has started to take effect." This bowl of black-bone chicken soup is not Shiquan Dabu Pill, so it has no such effect.

Sheila chuckled and almost choked. This is the way this person is, she can always say a good thing to make people feel irritated.

But precisely because of this, this guy is different from other playboys who are very good at coaxing people. Well, she is talking about Allen Wayne.

It didn't take long before the repaired video was sent back.

Xu Chuan slowed down the playback speed and could already see the general appearance of the person sitting in the car, but the guy actually wore a protective suit that covered the whole body from head to toe.

It would be amazing if you could figure out who it is, but you can guess it even if you don't know it. He is dressed so creatively and must be our gourmet Dr. Hannibal. Who else could he be?

“Uh-huh, are you planning to eat yourself?” But why was he targeted by this guy because he complained about his black-bone chicken soup? This is too small-minded, and it is too much to talk when something doesn't agree with you.

Xu Chuan complained excitedly in helplessness, planning to go back and discuss with him whether it would be okay to switch to Allen. That guy looked much tastier than himself.

It's just that this time he failed to make a move. He didn't know whether he would give up or wait for the next opportunity. But Master Xu didn't intend to give him a chance. Anyway, Hannibal lived in Baltimore and had the same destination as him. He would visit him then. For a moment, it's not rude to come back but not reciprocate.

He wanted to see what was so special about this elegant ogre.

　　While he was studying the video, Xuela had finished drinking the chicken soup happily, and her whole body became energetic. The physique of European and American people is different from that of Chinese people. If Wu Wei, she might not be able to move.

But it was getting late now, so Xu Chuan still put him back on the bed. They would set off for Baltimore early tomorrow morning.

After a night of silence, Young Master Xu was woken up by a warm breath in the morning of the next day. He opened his eyes and looked at the bulging sheets and was stunned for two seconds before he really realized what he was doing.

He opened the bed sheet, and sure enough, a speechless woman was lying underneath. Seeing that he was awake, she raised her head and winked at him playfully, and then moved the hair hanging in front of her forehead behind her ears.

Young Master Xu, who had just woken up and his brain was still slow, leaned on the pillow. Since he couldn't resist this **** capitalist atmosphere, he should just enjoy it for now.

“To be honest, I always thought that Baltimore was full of refugees.” Xu Chuan looked at the bustling streets outside the car window, and it was different from what he imagined.

Allen sat next to him and sneered, "This is the white area in the city center. You can find out by looking at the black area."

Baltimore's high-end communities are concentrated in an L-shaped area in the city center. Universities, finance, and tourist attractions are all here. The security environment in this area is very good, and the locations on both sides of this area, even if they are only separated by a road. It's the difference between heaven and hell.

After checking in at a hotel, Allen will meet with the Fauci family two days later. The young master has a professional team to design everything from styling to clothing.

There is only one style, which is low-key, low-key and low-key.

The tones of all clothing are based on this condition, either black or white, or beige and gray, without any ostentation or exaggeration.

There are no so-called top luxury goods. All clothes are customized and hand-sewn by tailors.

Xu Chuan sat aside and watched Young Master Allen being tossed around with a miserable look on his face, almost laughing like crazy.

The West Coast's media and technology upstarts face off against the East Coast's wealthy old-money families from the Gilded Age. It's really hard to see this kind of plot that ordinary people can only get a glimpse of in TV dramas.

Sela has been following Xu Chuan. The atmosphere here made her very nervous, "Can I also attend the banquet?"

This is not a fashionable dinner party that she often attends as a vase, but a gathering of two top American families. In the final analysis, she has no qualifications at all.

"It's okay, don't take them too seriously. Our family's genealogy can be traced back to 1368. In my eyes, these two families together are just rubbish." Young Master Xu boasted indifferently.

He has actually read the Xu family's genealogy. The name written on the second page is Xu Da and Xu Tiande. Yes, it is the Xu Da who founded the Ming Dynasty. The name written on the first page is Yao, Shun, and Yu.

Xu Chuan felt that this was just bragging by his predecessors. Xu Da couldn't climb out and cause trouble for them anyway, but who cares about this.

His words made Sheila and Allen stunned for a moment, but they both knew that China was a country with a very long history, so maybe it was true.

That's bullshit, Xu Chuan himself doesn't believe it, but with a bunch of foreigners, there's no need to explain it in too much detail.

I spent an afternoon bragging about the long history of my family with a group of people. Anyway, if the history teacher heard it, he would definitely be at odds with him. What he told was obviously a story from the Story of the Ming Dynasty.

The Wayne family was not only fully prepared but also thoughtful. They had thought of all the clothing and accessories for Xu Chuan and Xue La.

Sure enough, their old man is so honest in his work that no one can find fault with him, but it is more likely because he is worried that Xu Chuan's too casual clothes will affect Allen's blind date.

While they were actively preparing for war, no, actively preparing, the Fudge family brothers and sisters were also having a heated discussion about this matter.

"You know I just want to protect you, just like our father said." Mason Fudge held Marge's hands behind his back and pressed his sister on the table, "I only have you, and you only have me. ”

Marge lay on the table in great humiliation, a tear flowed from the corner of her eye, and Mason seemed to have seen something extremely precious, and carefully sucked up the tear with a small tissue, and then threw it into his wine glass. Drink it all in one gulp.

"I really didn't expect that old guy actually agreed to your marriage to his youngest son. What a miscalculation. I thought he was very concerned about your things." Mason, with messy hair, bent down and kissed Mag's ear. Bian said, "But it doesn't matter, you know what to do, right?"

After saying this, Mason, who looked nervous, seemed to think of something again, and walked out of the room without paying attention to Mag, who was still lying on the table.

Ms. Maga staggered up while holding on to the table. The pained expression on her face had long since disappeared. Instead, she walked to the window and looked at her brother's back expressionlessly as he walked out of the manor.

She has long been accustomed to this kind of thing. If it weren't for her father's will, she would have killed him long ago.

It's just that she feels that she can't bear it any longer, or that this contact with Allen Wayne will be an opportunity for her. She wants to kill Mason and get the family property at the same time.

But before that, she wanted to talk to her psychiatrist.

At this time, Dr. Hannibal Lecter was dealing with Jack Crawford's door-to-door visit. The head of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Department had gone to Will Graham's home earlier and indeed found Got the neurologist's business card. But this still couldn't completely dispel his suspicion. He was used to seeing all kinds of dirty human nature in this department, and he had long developed the habit of never trusting people easily.

“Are you preparing a new banquet?” Jack leaned in front of Hannibal's kitchen counter and watched him handling some ingredients.

Hannibal cut a kidney into slices slowly, "No, I'm just preparing dinner."

Jack knew that the person in front of him had unusually demanding requirements for food, and he had also tasted the other person's cooking skills. He was absolutely superb, no different from those Michelin chefs.

"I went to visit Will today and told him about the brain examination you asked him to do, but he said he had no memory at all." After speaking, Jack raised his head and carefully observed the other person's expression.

It's just that these tests have no effect on a psychiatrist. Hannibal's expression remained unchanged, and even the movements of his hands did not make any mistakes. "You also know how far his encephalitis has reached. It's perfectly normal to have some memory loss.”

Jack nodded, "You are right, his attending doctor also said so."

"Is this a test?" Hannibal told the other party's plan in an unconventional way.

Jack was not embarrassed at all. He just nodded, "Not only that, I also want to take a look at Will's medical records."

In his opinion, Hannibal's psychological intervention on Will has been carried out for several months. If there is a problem, it is impossible for him to make all the records perfect.

The other party just showed a hint of disgust and handed over all the records to him.

While Hannibal was cooking, Jack was looking at these records. The contents were rigorous and reasonable. After reading them, he was relieved. After all, he was the one who found the person, and he would be responsible if there were any problems.

"Sorry, Dr. Lecter." Jack, who didn't find any flaws, looked a little embarrassed.

“I accept your apology, but I won't treat you to the new dishes I made today.” Hannibal plated the dishes that had been prepared in the pot, but this time there was only one plate.

Jack laughed heartily. Since the other party said this, it meant that he didn't mind what happened today very much.

"Even if you invite me, I can't stay to have dinner with you. Bella is still waiting for me at home." Bella is Jack's wife, and Hannibal has also met her.

　　After saying that, he picked up his coat and prepared to go out. Hannibal did not reject the person from thousands of miles away as he said, and wiped his hands and sent the other person out.

"Are you free tomorrow? Several corpses have been discovered in the past few days. Some of the internal organs have been removed. I think the Pisacek Ripper may have started committing crimes again." Jack said to Hannibal before going out. He received the invitation, and the other party was also a special psychologist from the FBI.

Hannibal nodded in agreement. This was his opportunity to obtain the progress of the police investigation. How could he miss it? Moreover, he, the murderer, was standing between the corpse and the FBI. This sense of accomplishment in controlling everything really made him want to stop.

Hand holding a knife and fork, he elegantly picked up a piece of offal on the plate and put it into his mouth. He frowned and the taste seemed a bit strange. It seemed that he needed to study the recipe again.

His hunting is not over yet, but he rarely does the impromptu behavior like yesterday, and the way he collects ingredients is not so casual.

He will first randomly select the dish to be made from the recipes he has collected, and then randomly select the ingredients from a pile of business cards from various industries.

This method of not knowing who he will draw makes the whole thing full of randomness. No one can find out the connection, and of course no one can suspect him.

Hannibal put on his own special protective clothing, sat on a chair and watched the time reach midnight. Sometimes waiting is also a fascinating thing.

Go to the garage, get into a car with a fake license plate, and drive out in the dead of night.

But he didn't know that another car was already following him.

The two cars are two kilometers apart. It would be weird if Hannibal could find out.

Of course the only one who was so idle in the middle of the night was Mr. Xu who couldn't sleep, and Sheila couldn't do anything with a tampon.

In fact, he had arrived outside Dr. Hannibal's villa a long time ago, and sneaked in under the cover of night and installed trackers on all the vehicles.

It's not that complicated. Our psychologists didn't install surveillance cameras at home, which is definitely a failure.

The car didn't travel far, and Hannibal stopped near Carroll Park Golf Course, where there were few street lights and no surveillance.

His target is a staff member of the golf course. This person is on duty tonight. He has already investigated all the whereabouts of this person.

Hannibal parked the car on the side of the road and turned off the lights. According to that man's habit, he would pass by here in ten minutes, and he had to pass through this area to reach the parking lot.

Xu Chuan's car has also stopped fifty meters away. He is looking at the car in front of him with a night vision binocular. Hannibal in the car is wearing a protective suit that covers his whole body. It is almost identical to the video yesterday.

He should be waiting for prey. Xu Chuan had only one purpose today, which was to destroy whatever Hannibal wanted to do. Who dared to attack him?

Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing a dark down jacket walked over from the direction of the golf course. At this time, Baltimore was already a bit cold, and the night temperature had already reached below freezing.

This man exhaled white cold air as he walked. Many of the street lights on this section of the road were broken. He was always worried every time he walked here. But fortunately, this was not a slum area, and the security nearby was pretty good.

Him vaguely, he seemed to see a human-shaped object standing on the roadside, flickering in and out of the darkness. In fact, it was just the reflection of the transparent material on Hannibal's body.

It's just that this guy didn't know clearly. He was almost scared to the point of weakness at the first glance. Hannibal walked out of the shadows. His body wrapped in protective clothing in the darkness looked vaguely like an alien or something from a movie. demon.

He stepped back step by step, but the opponent seemed to have some kind of mind-blowing ability, making his legs tremble and unable to move. In fact, he was scared.

Just when Hannibal took out a towel stained with ether and prepared to stun the other party, he suddenly remembered a sharp car horn not far away, and then a car headlight came over.

Hannibal broke out in a cold sweat, quickly dropped his prey, jumped into the car and fled.

Looking at the car driving away, Master Xu turned off the car lights, then turned around and chose another road to follow. Hannibal had a tracker on his car, so he couldn't run away.

And the unlucky guy who almost became a certain dish almost peed his pants. He took out his phone and dialed the police number directly.

(End of this chapter)

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