Mallory opened his mouth, trying to use negotiation skills to regain some initiative, but no sound came out of his throat.
"I'm not short of money, and I don't need your excuses."
Lynn waved his hand casually, as if he was chasing away two annoying flies.
As he waved his hand, the terrifying weight pressing on Mallory and Wizards disappeared without a trace, just like the sea water at low tide.
"Now, get out of my yard and tell the fools outside who are trying to test this place that this lawn on Long Island is a restricted area. Next time, I don't mind asking the public relations department of Walter Company to write you a missing statement."
Wizards coughed twice, ignoring the severe pain in his knees, and got up from the ground on his hands and feet.
He didn't even want the half-cut Wand, turned around and ran into the thick fog, as if this beautiful villa was a man-eating monster.
Mallory rubbed the shoulder that was about to be dislocated and slowly stood up straight.
She took a deep breath and took a deep look at Lynn on the steps and the blond boy behind him who was still staring eagerly.
She engraved everything she saw tonight in her mind, then turned around and limped out of the door.
The footsteps outside soon disappeared completely into the night.
The billowing white fog gradually dispersed as the down-and-out Wizards left, and the street lights returned to a steady warm yellow color.
John walked forward and glanced at the lock cylinder that was distorted by magic with some disgust.
"Lynn, that woman named Mallory is troublesome. I just heard her heart beat very fast, but she didn't panic when she left."
John frowned, "Do you want me to go outside to put her..."
John made a motion of raising and lowering the knife.
Lynn smiled helplessly, "Go to bed, little champion."
"Reggie, Tommy."
Lynn turned around and looked at the two little guys poking their heads in the living room, "I'm still up most of the night, so I'll double my physical training tomorrow morning."
"Ah? No, Lynn! It was Buddy who called first!"
Reggie protested loudly with a grimace.
"The protest is invalid."
Lynn yawned and clapped his hands, "Everyone go back to sleep, Black Noir. The door locks will be repaired tomorrow. You will be tired and stare at the living room for a while tonight. By the way, sweep away the cigar butt left by the cigar on Lawn. Buddy will sneeze if he smells it."
Black Noir, who had been standing in the shadow, nodded silently, turned around and went to the utility room to get a broom.
Lynn Close the bulletproof glass door to completely block out the night breeze and coolness outside.
He was too lazy to care about how the female agent CIA would write a report when she got back. Anyway, as long as it didn't affect the special training and three meals a day of these little monsters at home, let them do whatever they wanted outside.
The wall sconces in the hallway emit soft light.
Reggie and Tommy went back to their rooms muttering, and John also closed the door obediently.
Lynn walked up the stairs to the second floor and returned to his bedroom.
The sound of insects outside the window was still ringing regularly.
Early the next morning, the Long Island sunshine penetrated the mist on time and sprinkled on the Manor flat Lawn.
If you were passing by this vast villa at this time, you would never have thought that a senior agent CIA and a magic United Kingdom Wizards had just been driven away here in the middle of the night yesterday.
At the gate, Black Noir was wearing a gray coarse work vest and squatting in front of the wrought iron gate.
The Ninja Sword, which was feared in the underground world and had cut countless throats, was currently being held in his hand as a file.
He very patiently scraped the magic-twisted metal lock cylinder, flattening the edges of those Transfiguration bit by bit, and then replaced it with the new lock that Lynn had just found from the storage room in the morning.
Annie was wearing pink cartoon pajamas, holding a half-eaten sandwich in his hand, squatting next to Black Noir and watching him work.
When the little girl eats, her cheeks bulge like a little squirrel.
She watched curiously as Black Noir stuck the new lock cylinder in, and then used the handle of Ninja Sword as a hammer, knocking it in twice to make it perfect.
"Coach, you can even repair doors."
Annie fed the remaining bit of bread to Buddy, who was wagging his tail next to him, and looked at Black Noir with bright eyes.
Black Noir put away Ninja Sword, turned his head and looked at Annie, his eyes under the mask were bent.
He stretched out his hand wearing tactical gloves and made a gesture of tightening a screw, and then pointed in the direction of the villa, meaning that when Basement was at the company, he would repair tables, chairs and benches by himself when he was bored.
This is actually a somewhat sad picture, but in this sunny morning, it reveals an indescribable warmth.
"Annie, stop squatting at the door, it's windy."
Lynn walked to the corridor with a cup of steaming black coffee and shouted in the direction of the door, "Black Noir, come over for breakfast after it's repaired. Today we have the fried steak you like."
The atmosphere in the restaurant was on the verge of exploding at any time.
The two brothers Reggie and Tommy, with dark circles under their eyes, slumped on the chairs helplessly.
Because I was caught running out to watch the excitement last night, Lynn ruthlessly announced that they would double their morning physical training today.
"I swear, even if I hear aliens landing in a spacecraft outside, I will never stick my head out of the window."
Reggie weakly poked the fried eggs on the plate with his fork.
Tommy didn't even have the energy to speak. He didn't even want to use Telekinesis to get the cup now. He could only stretch his neck to reach the milk on the table.
John, who is sitting opposite, is in a surprisingly good mood today.
He changed into a clean white sportswear, and his short blond hair was a little messed up by Lynn in the morning, but he didn't care at all.
While he was chewing the steak, he looked at the two unlucky guys opposite him with a look full of superiority.
"So, if you don't have the strength, don't just join in the fun."
John swallowed the food in his mouth and took a stab at it slowly, "Like me, even if I go out to watch, Lynn won't punish me."
Reggie was so angry that he almost bent the fork. "Did you not get punished? You almost couldn't hold back and wanted to kill someone, but Lynn yelled back!"
Seeing that the two little guys were about to start fighting on the dining table, Lynn walked over and put the coffee cup on the table, making a crisp collision sound.
"John, eat your food and don't provoke them. Reggie. After eating, go to Lawn to warm up. If you get hit in the face by Tennis Balls again today, your training volume tomorrow will be increased by half."
Lynn's words are like the highest order.
John immediately shut up and continued to deal with the food on the plate obediently. He even very considerately pushed the jam jar in the distance in front of Annie.
This double-standard behavior of being fierce and ready to bite someone one second, and turning into a good baby in front of Lynn the next, made Reggie roll his eyes, but he only dared to complain silently in his heart.
After breakfast, Backyard's Lawn once again turned into a hellish special training ground.
It's just that today's training method was slightly modified by Lynn.
He did not let everyone practice separately, but brought Reggie and Tommy together.
"Reggie, your task today is not to stand still and catch the ball."
Lynn pointed at the tall oak tree at the end of Lawn, "I want you to run around that tree as fast as you can, but you are not allowed to step on the grass. Tommy, your task is to use Telekinesis to suspend those red bricks in mid-air to serve as stepping stones for Reggie."