A large piece of white Dishwashing Liquid foam appeared in the kitchen sink.
Facts have proved that even a Telekinesis genius with Superpower is no different from an ordinary child after his mental power is completely drained.
On the way to the bathroom, Tommy lost strength and fell down. He fell firmly on Lawn. In the end, he could only watch Big Golden Retriever Buddy wagging his tail, overtaking him and running into the house with Kevin.
Now, this boy who always likes to be cool is standing on a small bench washing dishes with a sad face.
He didn't even have the strength to control the sponge with Telekinesis, so he could only wear Rubber Gloves honestly and rub one plate after another with his hands.
"Tommy, the bottom of the iron pot with potatoes and beef stew is a little sticky. Remember to brush it twice more. Lynn said that if you can't wash it clean, your pot will be doubled tomorrow Bricks."
Reggie was lying on the sofa in the living room, chewing a piece of apple that had been eaten after a meal, and shouting in the direction of the kitchen with gloating.
"Shut up! Believe it or not, I will stuff all those Tennis Ballss into your nostrils tomorrow!"
Tommy angrily knocked a washed plate heavily on Dish Rack, causing a splash of water.
The long solid wood table in the restaurant has been tidied away.
Lynn is sitting at the table, holding an old cookbook that he found somewhere in his hand, and he is reading it slowly under the orange chandelier.
John put on a set of clean cotton home clothes after taking a bath and was leaning next to Black Noir.
Black Noir had changed back into his black uniform, but had taken off his gloves. He was sitting by the window sill, whittling something on a piece of wood with a small carving knife.
"Coach, can you teach me that move tomorrow? That's the move where you grab my wrist and then flip me over with a stumble of your foot. I just did some exercises in the bathroom and I always felt that I was using the wrong amount of force."
Like a studious primary school student, John stared at Black Noir's movements without blinking.
Black Noir stopped the carving knife and turned his head to look at John.
He did not speak, but stretched out two fingers and lightly tapped the inside of John's wrist, then flipped his wrist and made a very slight downward pressure movement.
John's eyes lit up and he suddenly understood.
It turns out that the key is not to use brute force to pull, but to accurately find the weak points of the joints and use skillful force to destroy the opponent's center of gravity.
"I understand! I will definitely not fall down again with the same move tomorrow!"
John shook his fists excitedly, and even his steps when he went back to his room to sleep became much brisker.
Looking at the back of John running upstairs, the corners of Black Noir's mouth twitched slightly under the mask.
He lowered his head and continued to peel the piece of wood in his hand.
The wood has gradually taken shape. It is a chubby puppy holding a bone and chewing on it. It is obvious that the carving is Buddy.
The night at Long Island Estate is always filled with this kind of relaxing smoke and temperature.
But at this moment, deep underground in Manhattan, there is a completely different world.
Vought Tower Forty underground floors, here is the fully enclosed New Vanguard Camp that Stan Edgar just opened.
The dazzling cold-color incandescent lamps illuminated the long corridor palely, and there was no aroma of food in the air, only the strong smell of disinfectant.
In Observation Room at the end of the corridor, Madelyn was looking at several independent Training Ground opposite through the thick explosion-proof glass.
Number One Training Ground Standing in Number One is a red-haired girl about five or six years old.
She was wearing a uniform gray sportswear and had a pretty face, but at this moment, her young face was filled with pain.
"Marge, No. 037, possesses strength and resistance to blows far beyond ordinary people, and has a very high body density."
Madelyn took the information in his hand and reported to Edgar who was standing next to her, "Public Relations Department has a very good evaluation of her appearance. With a little packaging, she will definitely become a perfect female idol popular with the public in the future."
Edgar did not read the information, but looked at the red-haired girl in the glass with a blank expression.
In Training Ground, Marge is standing in front of a thick special Steel Pillar.
Her fists were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the skin was even torn in some places, exposing the tender flesh inside.
"Keep punching until Steel Pillar is clearly dented."
The researcher's emotionless instructions came from the loudspeaker.
Marge gasped for air, her red hair wet with sweat.
She glanced at her bleeding fist, gritted her teeth and shook her head.
"I can't move... my bones hurt so much."
There was an obvious cry and pleading tone in the girl's voice.
"Once warned, refusal to carry out instructions will result in punishment."
"Please, just let me rest for ten minutes..."
Marge took a step back in fear, holding his shoulders tightly with both hands.
The voice on the radio stopped ringing.
Immediately afterwards, the black collar with flashing red light around Marge's neck suddenly burst out with a blue arc of electricity.
"Ah!"
The red-haired girl let out a shrill scream, and her whole body was so shocked by High-Voltage Current that she fell to her knees and twitched violently.
The pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow caused her rationality to collapse instantly.
"Ten seconds to prepare, test continues."
The voice on the radio was still cold, "If you don't punch, the voltage will increase by 20%."
Marge was lying on the cold floor, tears mixed with sweat dripping down onto the floor.
She looked at the reflective explosion-proof glass opposite. Although she couldn't see anything, she could feel the devil watching her inside.
The strong fear and fear of higher voltage finally overwhelmed the resistance in her heart.
The girl gritted her teeth and got up from the ground. While crying, she desperately raised her bloody fist and hit the hard Steel Pillar hard.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The dull crashing sound echoed continuously in Training Ground.
Edgar calmly checked a tick on the evaluation form in his hand, then turned to look at No. 2 Training Ground next to him.
Inside was a slightly smaller boy. Because he could not accurately control the flames in his hands, he was shocked by the same electric shock collar and rolled on the ground.
Madelyn looked at the red-haired girl on the other side of the glass who was bleeding and punching, and felt a shiver in her heart for no reason.
She suddenly remembered those children in Long Island Estate.
If Lynn had not intervened back then, the invincible John would probably be wearing such a collar now and be domesticated like a wild dog in this cold Training Ground until he reached adulthood.
"Bring the next batch in, Board of Directors needs to see reserves that can be brought to the market immediately, we don't have time to wait for them to grow up."
Edgar turned around and strode out Observation Room.
No one knows whether he will regret it in his heart.
I regret that I allowed Lynn to enter John's life in the first place.
I regret not cleaning up this out-of-bounds Grassroots Research Institute at the beginning.