Chapter 50: Sometimes Reality is More Like Fiction Than Fiction (1)

A dark and desolate back alley.

A middle-aged man with a tobacco in his mouth stood in the street.

His scarred face suddenly filled with bewilderment.

'Hannibal got taken down? Just like that?'

He knew about the Silence of the Lambs.

He knew how meticulous their leader was.

In spaces beyond the reach of public authority. For someone who operated in the underworld, it would have been impossible not to have heard of that infamous name - especially since he and Hannibal had maintained a certain friendship.

Buffalo Bill.

The grotesque serial killer who wore his victims' skin.

Though they weren't part of the same organization, they had cooperated several times. They'd even had pleasant conversations, finding common ground in their artistic sensibilities...