Tommy turned green when he heard this request.
"Lynn, this is impossible! His speed is so fast, how can I possibly keep up with him to pave Bricks!"
"That's why it's called special training."
Lynn leaned on the wicker chair and stretched out comfortably, "On the battlefield, the most important thing you need to trust is the teammates standing next to you. Reggie has to leave his legs to your reaction speed, and you have to focus all your attention on his foothold."
Reggie looked at Tommy's pale face and swallowed. "Brother, you have to be careful. If you miss the mark, I will fall to the ground at this speed and my face will be broken."
"Shut up and run away!"
Tommy gritted his teeth and raised his hands suddenly, and two red bricks immediately floated under Reggie's feet.
Whoosh!
Reggie took a deep breath and instantly turned into a blue afterimage and rushed out.
Tommy's eyes were fixed on the afterimage, and his brain was running rapidly. Telekinesis was pouring out like it was free of money, controlling the red bricks to alternate in mid-air, trying to catch every foothold of Reggie.
In the first few seconds, the two of them cooperated quite well.
The crisp sound of feet stepping on Bricks could be heard in the air.
But when going around the oak tree and preparing to turn back, Reggie's speed was slightly faster by a few tenths of a second due to inertia, while Tommy's Telekinesis was laid a beat late.
Reggie missed the mark.
Amidst a burst of screams, the boy with Super Speed flew out like a bowling ball, plowing a long mark on Lawn, and finally fell on all fours into a mud puddle that had just been watered yesterday.
"Tommy! Do you want to murder me!"
Reggie sat up with mud on his head and face, spitting out a mouthful of muddy turf.
"You were running too fast! I told you to slow down when cornering!"
Tommy panted and fell to the ground, holding his hands on his knees and retorted loudly.
On the other side, the fighting lessons of John and Black Noir are still continuing.
John began to learn to observe the changes in Black Noir's shoulders and center of gravity, and even successfully resolved Black Noir's chokehold once, and took the opportunity to leave a shallow fist mark on Black Noir's arm.
Although he was knocked down again by Black Noir with a clean shoulder throw in the next second, John couldn't hold back the smile on his face when he was lying on the grass panting.
He could feel that he was getting stronger, not in an arrogant and unreasonable way, but in a sharp sense that could be precisely controlled by himself.
Black Noir walked over, stretched out his hand and pulled John up from the ground, then patted him on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up sign.
For an unsmiling killer, this is already the highest compliment.
John raised his chin proudly and turned his head to glance at Lynn sitting in the corridor, as if waiting for praise from his parents.
Lynn picked up the tea cup and raised it far away to John, which was considered a face-saving gesture.
Time passed slowly in this noisy and sweaty atmosphere.
As the sun set, Reggie had been smashed into a mud monkey, and Tommy's hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even hold a bottle of mineral water.
Kevin held his glass water bottle and excitedly showed Annie that Charlie could spit out a continuous circle of bubbles under his control today.
Black Noir took the rubber water pipe in the yard, turned down the water pressure, and rinsed it expressionlessly at Reggie who was standing at the edge of Lawn.
The muddy water flowed down Reggie's trouser legs, while Buddy jumped up and down excitedly chasing the splashing water.
At some point, the rich aroma of cream of mushroom soup wafted out of the kitchen.
Lynn stood in front of the half-open kitchen window wearing an apron, looking at the group of little guys outside who gradually became quiet.
The breeze blew away the heat of the day, and everyone lined up to go to the bathroom to wash off the dirt on their bodies and prepare for the most anticipated dinner of the day.
In the blink of an eye, it was early morning the next day.
After breakfast, Lynn did not let the children gather on Backyard Lawn as usual, but put on a soft light gray casual windbreaker.
"Go change into something you can wear to go out."
Lynn put the finished coffee cup into the sink and turned to look at the little guys who were still playing around at the dining table, "Annie's paint is about to run out, and the capacity of the oven at home is too small. There won't be enough for you to grab every barbecue. I'll go to Manhattan today and buy some things by the way."
When I heard that I was going to Manhattan, the whole restaurant was quiet for two seconds, and then burst into cheers that almost tipped the roof off.
For this group of energetic children, going shopping in the bustling urban area is even more exciting than Christmas.
In less than ten minutes, everyone had changed their clothes.
Reggie wore his most precious pair of limited edition running shoes, and Tommy was still dressed like a cool kid with his hands in his pockets.
Annie put on a beautiful light blue floral skirt, while Kevin carried a special transparent backpack, which could just fit Charlie's water bottle.
John is dressed simply, white Hoodie Wagyu jeans, and her short golden hair is neatly combed.
He stood next to Lynn, as quiet as an ordinary beautiful boy.
Black Noir silently put on a black peaked cap and a large black windbreaker, which was just enough to cover the two sharp Ninja Sword on his waist.
He consciously walked at the back of the team, acting as a silent bodyguard.
Half an hour later, two spacious black off-road vehicles parked at the intersection of Manhattan, the busiest commercial street.
The city is crowded with people on weekends, and the glass curtain walls of high-rise buildings reflect the dazzling sunlight.
The streets are filled with the aroma of coffee, the smell of fireworks from hot dog stands, and the sound of car horns.
Walking in the crowd, several little guys looked around excitedly.
Reggie couldn't help but want to use Super Speed to run to the video game store across the street to have a look, but Lynn glared back every time, so he could only walk on two legs honestly.
They selected the best set of oil paints and brushes for Annie and Black Noir in an art supplies store with a century-old history.
Black Noir Although he didn't make a sound during the whole process, when he was holding the large box of paints, his eyes under the mask were bent like a bridge.
Later, Lynn took them to a corner dessert shop that had a high reputation.
Everyone was holding a mountain-like ice cream ball in their hands.
Annie ate the cream all over his mouth, while John licked his own vanilla-flavored one in small sips. The other hand tightly grasped the cuff of Lynn's windbreaker, for fear of being squeezed apart in this crowded crowd.
Sunshine, breeze, and the chatter of laughter around me.
At this moment, it was just an ordinary big family spending the weekend.
They sat under an outdoor umbrella outside the dessert shop, enjoying the rare leisure.
Suddenly there was a loud cheer from the front of the street.
A colorfully decorated Vought International convertible float was slowly driving past the street corner.
Standing on the float was a young Supe wearing a tight-fitting uniform, waving to the screaming fans on both sides.
That's a second-tier hero recently launched by Vought International. The codename seems to be Sonic Wave. It focuses on a sunny and handsome character.
Reggie took a bite of the ice cream in his hand and curled his lips with some disdain.
"That guy looks so weak, I bet I could take his pants off and hang them at the traffic light before he completes a spin on the float."
Reggie whispered.
"You can try it if you want to go back tonight and hand wash the whole family's clothes."
Tommy leaned back on the chair and poured cold water on him mercilessly.
Just when several children were quarreling with each other.
A layer of strange ripples visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared in the air.
That was not the movement caused by Superpower. Instead, it seemed that something that did not belong to this space was forcibly tearing apart the barrier of reality.
Accompanied by a harsh sound of shattering glass, a black gap suddenly opened in the air directly above the float without warning.
The cheers stopped abruptly.
Immediately afterwards, a monster as big as a double-decker bus roared and smashed down from the crack in the air, landing right in front of Vought International's float.
It was a monster covered in black scales, resembling a giant lion, but with a pair of broken bat wings on its back.
Its eyes are cloudy yellow, and its mouth emits poisonous gas with a strong sulfur smell.
Wizarding World's high-risk Fantastic Beasts, Poison-Horned Lion.
Apparently, some unlucky black Wizards made a mistake during the space teleportation, and threw this dangerous beast directly into the busiest street of Manhattan.
The street was quiet for a second, then screams erupted into the sky.
"Oh my God! Is that a special effect!"
"Run quickly!"
The crowd exploded instantly, running away like headless flies.
The face of Superheroes, codenamed Sonic Wave, on the float turned pale.
I'm chovy!
Public Relations Department didn't tell him that there was a monster-fighting part in today's script!
But he looked at the countless fans around him holding up their mobile phones, gritted his teeth, and decided to go for it. This was an excellent exposure opportunity.
"Don't be afraid! Citizens! Sonic Wave is here to protect you!"
He roared, jumped off the float, gathered a weak shock wave with his fists, and went straight to hit the head of Poison-Horned Lion.