"Alohomora, although it is old-fashioned, it is very useful."
The man put the cigar in his mouth again and smiled proudly.
Mallory pushed Iron Gate away and led the man with the small wooden stick into the yard.
She did not relax her vigilance just because Lynn was alone. Her intuition told her that this person who dared to stand alone at the door to greet them in the middle of the night was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
"Director Lynn, right?"
Mallory stopped five meters away from the steps, "On behalf of the federal government CIA, I am here to negotiate a deal with you, or in other words, to learn some truth about the human experiment assembly line Vought International underground."
Lynn looked at the two people standing in the yard, feeling a little helpless.
Vought International's Superpower Mass Production Plan indeed attracted the official's attention.
But he didn't expect that Mallory found a down-and-out Wizards from nowhere to be his helper.
Long Island Estate, who originally just wanted to quietly raise his children, was eventually involved in the storm outside.
Lynn did not look at Mallory, but looked at Wizards who was playing with Wand.
"He stepped on my Lawn and broke my door lock."
Lynn's voice was still gentle, but in this foggy night, it conveyed a chill that was more piercing than the autumn wind. "CIA's agent, when did he become so rude?"
As Lynn's words fell.
Behind the closed bulletproof glass door of the living room, John's scarlet eyes were staring at the two uninvited guests in the yard.
And in the shadow of the tree crown next to them, a Throwing Knife was already Silencio aimed at the Wizards's neck.
Mallory looked at the young man on the steps who didn't even wear a coat, only a pure cotton home clothes, and frowned slightly.
As a senior agent of CIA, she has met too many senior executives of Vought International.
Those people are either full of public relations rhetoric, or they are hypocritical and arrogant.
But the man named Lynn in front of him was too calm.
It was as peaceful as going out to get takeout in the middle of the night.
The down-and-out Wizards standing next to her didn't seem to notice the abnormality in the air.
He blew out a puff of pungent cigar smoke and tapped the opened Iron Gate with the small wooden stick.
"For God's sake, man. Since we can stand here Silencio, it means that your security systems are all for show. Listen to this lady and cooperate obediently. It will be good for everyone."
Wizards just finished speaking.
In the shadow of the tree crown, the Throwing Knife had already slid out Silencio.
Black Noir does not need explicit instructions from Lynn at all.
In this home, any stranger who breaks in with a weapon is garbage that needs to be cleaned up.
The speed of Throwing Knife is very fast, and even the afterimage is almost invisible in the night.
But that down-and-out Wizards is obviously no ordinary street hustler.
He has been crawling around in the underground world all year round, and his sense of danger is far beyond ordinary people.
The moment before Throwing Knife was about to wipe his neck, his eyes widened suddenly, and the wooden stick in his hand was lifted up almost instinctively.
"Protego!"
A translucent shimmering barrier instantly exploded beside him.
There was a crisp sound.
Black Noir's Specialized Throwing Knife hit the invisible magic barrier hard, creating a large dazzling spark, and was then bounced away, deeply embedded in the soil next to it.
"Shet! There's an ambush!"
Wizards was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and the cigar in his mouth fell to the ground.
He took a step back suddenly, Wand in his hand immediately pointed at the shadow of the tree crown, and began to recite some kind of aggressive spell quickly in his mouth.
The response of Mallory is also not slow.
The moment the sparks lit up, she had already pulled out the Pistol from her pocket, and pointed the gun directly at the Lynn on the steps.
"I told you, you stepped on my Lawn."
Lynn stood on the steps without even moving a finger.
He just lowered his head slightly and glanced at the dark gray simple Bracelet on his wrist.
This gadget brought back from Tokyo has long been integrated with Yasakani Blood Jade in the body, forming a world with no dead ends in Outskirts of Long Island Estate.
In this world, everything is under Lynn's perception and absolute control.
As long as he doesn't allow it, not even a gust of wind can blow in.
But just now, these two people not only broke the door lock, but also stepped into the boundary without knowing whether to live or die.
The moment Lynn finished speaking, a terrifying pressure that was so heavy that people could not breathe fell directly on the heads of Mallory and Wizards.
That is not magic, but a double rejection and crushing of the soul and body within the world.
Click.
Wizards was halfway through chanting the curse when the Wand in his hand let out an overwhelmed whine and broke into two pieces.
He felt as if he had been hit head-on by an invisible high-speed train. His knees softened and he knelt heavily on the gravel path.
The kneecap hit the stone, making a tooth-aching muffled sound.
Mallory was not spared either.
She felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on her shoulders. With a flick of her wrist, Pistol fell directly to the ground.
She tried her best to stand up straight, but the fear originating from biological instinct made her legs tremble uncontrollably. In the end, she could only kneel down on one knee in embarrassment, breathing heavily.
The whole process happened so fast, not even three seconds.
The bulletproof glass door of the living room was violently pushed open from the inside.
John walked out of the house wearing that loose hoodie and barefoot.
His Azure eyes had turned completely dazzling scarlet at this moment, and the scorching heat gathered crazily in his eyes, evaporating the surrounding night fog into wisps of water vapor.
Staring at them with an indifferent look like a dead person.
As long as Lynn nods his head, he will immediately cut the two guys who broke the door lock into two halves, leaving not even ashes left.
Lynn turned his head, looked at the little blond boy full of murderous intent, and sighed helplessly.
He stretched out his hand and patted John on the back of the head.
"Don't leave that burning barbecue smell in the yard at night, it's terrible."
The red light in John's eyes flashed twice. Although he was obviously reluctant, he still closed his eyes obediently.
When he opened it again, his eyes were clear again Azure.
He curled his lips and retreated behind Lynn obediently.
Mallory's face has turned extremely pale.
As a senior agent of the CIA, she has investigated many secrets of Vought International. Of course she knows who the blond boy standing behind Lynn is.
That was the perfect weapon that Vought International spent countless resources to create, and that Superboy was regarded as a miracle by All-America.
But CIA's intelligence clearly stated that this boy was arrogant and uncontrollable, and was the biggest trouble inside Vought International.
But what did she see just now?
The boy with an aura of destruction in his eyes was like an obedient puppy. He was patted on the head by Lynn, and he obediently put away all his murderous intentions.
The shock brought by this scene was even more terrifying to her than the force that suppressed her ability to lift her head just now.
She suddenly realized that she had made a fatal mistake tonight.
She thought she had found Vought International's weakness, but she didn't expect to kick into a real monster's lair.
Lynn walked to the bottom of the steps and looked down at the agent who was trying to cause trouble. His voice was still gentle and comfortable.
"Ms. Mallory."
Lynn glanced at the magic-distorted metal lock core on the door, with a hint of boredom in his tone,
"You CIA people always like to add drama to yourselves. I don't care what black history you want to check Vought International. Those bad debts have nothing to do with me, but I really hate it when people break down the door of my house in the middle of the night and flick cigarette ashes on my Lawn."