Get rid of it?

Mitsui Shou's ostentatious in the alley glanced at the rearview mirror.

I saw that the annoying police car finally disappeared.

Until now, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. The next thing was to trap the dragon into the sea and soar into the sky.

As a born bad guy, Mitsui Shou has left more than one way out for himself.

Unfortunately, for some reason, the road in Russia is no longer available now, so he can only smuggle through the path of Chen Jerry from Port Venice.

In his opinion, it is not safe to return to China this time. Perhaps Southeast Asia is the best choice.

Language is not a problem, the key is that the police in that area are definitely easier to deal with than the American police.

There he would not be exposed even if he ate human flesh every day. Unlike here, he would be completely exposed after eating only one person.

It's just a pity that he can never taste the pancreas of the diabetic girl again...

"Bang~~"

It seemed like something was flying in the setting sun, and it struck the ground hard after passing a beautiful arc in the air.

"Ph~hhh~~"

When he opened the car door, Hannibal could no longer help but vomited, and his image as a gentleman was instantly broken.

He didn't want to vomit, but after being pulled by Charlotte for more than half an hour, he felt that his bile was about to spit out.

Looking at his own vomit on the ground, Hannibal felt a pity.

As an ogre, he couldn't eat human flesh every meal, but this morning he just made a very famous "crusty egg lean meat porridge" in China, but now he has spit it all out.

"Hannibal, are you okay?"

Charlotte in the other cab also got out of the car, but he drew his gun and pointed in a distance not far away, and there was still a body twitching slightly.

Is it cold?

Or should I say I was dead?

"I'm fine, you go and do your business."

Hannibal waved and signaled that he was fine. Seeing this, Charlotte nodded and walked towards Mitsui Shou.

I have to say that Mitsui Shou is really miserable now. I won’t mention the abrasions. The bones all over my body are so dislocation that they even look broken.

After confirming that the Japanese had no ability to resist, Charlotte directly took off his full-cover helmet, but the Japanese only emitted but not incoming air. It seemed that the situation was not good.

"Hannibal, will you be first aid?"

Before Hannibal could breathe a sigh of relief, Charlotte's voice came over again, and Charlotte's words made his heart suddenly raise.

Has Mitsui Shou been stumped yet?

It was almost the same as before he died. Hannibal rushed over and skillfully opened Mitsui Shou's eyelids, and then lay down on his heart to listen to his heart rate.

"Come on, call an ambulance!"

"good!"

Seeing Hannibal's nervous look, Charlotte responded quickly and ran towards the police car.

Sure enough, the police rely on radio notification dispatching centers whether they call support or ambulance.

Hannibal, who saw him getting into the car for a radio station, turned his head and smiled, and held Mitsui Shou's hands that twisted his neck and used force.

"Crack~~"

The movements are so skillful that they are outrageous.

This is not the first time Hannibal has done this.

He used this trick to solve two bounty hunters who were tracing the Chesapeake Ripper.

He was the so-called Chesapeake Ripper, but he had left that little place and came to Boston.

There are more delicious ingredients in this beautiful city.

"I've called an ambulance. How is Mitsui Shou's condition?"

After reporting, Charlotte threw the radio station and ran over.

"Sadly, he's dead."

Hannibal said regretfully.

Mitsui Shou could have survived, but because of his previous call, Hannibal would never allow him to survive.

However, his technique was very sophisticated. He just aggravated the fracture on his neck as Mitsui Shou's injury.

No one will find out, and no one is willing to find that there is something strange about Mitsui Shou's death.

When Charlotte heard this news, she did not change her face.

Because it seems good to kill the Japanese devil in his eyes, it would be too cheap if he was just locked in a mental hospital.

People are both sides, and so are policemen. Their responsibilities allow them to save the lives of the murderer, but their emotions make them hope that these people will die directly.

Because they not only waste taxpayers’ money, but also waste air.

The late ambulance turned into a corpse transport truck. The South Terminal Branch left some people to deal with the scene, while Charlotte drove Hannibal back, but he was hesitant before getting in.

For psychopaths like him, there should be no concept of psychological shadows, because they are the biggest shadows in the hearts of others, but this time Hannibal rarely produced psychological shadows.

"Last time, I'll drive more stably this time."

Perhaps seeing the hesitation on Hannibal's face, Charlotte said with a smile. He couldn't control himself even when he started racing, but when he switched back to normal mode, he was still driving very steadily.

"All right!"

Seeing Charlotte assured, Hannibal overcomes his psychological barrier and once again takes the co-pilot.

"Hannibal, this time I can solve the case so quickly thanks to you, and you also make a great contribution to saving that girl."

“This is what I should have done.”

He said this, but Hannibal didn't think so in his heart.

He was very uncomfortable with the fact that from a murderer to a rescuer. In his script, Mitsui Shou should have ended the girl long ago before he was arrested. Who knew that his kind of person was so useless.

Not only did it be said that the girl was not killed, even a patrolman could not kill her with a gun. It was really embarrassing the ogre.

"No, no, I know I'm a gentleman, but you don't have to be modest in this matter."

Charlotte said the truth, and he was also sighing in his heart that psychology is so important to combating crime. No wonder those FBIs have special psychological profilers.

Perhaps the next time he upgrades to lv3, he can use his skill points to unlock Hannibal's skill bar and copy his psychology mastery.

"To be honest, I don't know how to thank you. Let's do this. I just moved to my new residence recently. I'll come to my house tomorrow night and I'll make you delicious Chinese cuisine."

Parking the car at the door of the Laker Psychological Clinic, Charlotte sent an invitation before Hannibal got out of the car.

Since Hannibal was interested in cooking, he put his preferences to prepare an authentic Chinese meal for him and repay the favors he owed this time.

In addition, he also introduced Mr. McCall to Hannibal. Both of them were good friends of Charlotte, and perhaps they could become friends.

After constant contact with McCall, Charlotte gradually realized that his insomnia was actually a heart disease, and this was not a very good improvement in melatonin.

Heart disease can only be treated by psychologists, and among Charlotte’s friends, there is an expert like Hannibal.

"The Chinese food you made? Then I'm looking forward to the arrival of tomorrow night. I will definitely arrive at that time, just one word!"

"One word is certain!"
Chapter completed!