After sending away the three Ministry of Magic officials who were furious but had nothing to do, the conference room on the top floor of Vought Tower returned to dead silence.
Stan Edgar was leaning on the comfortable boss chair, holding in his hand the magic material supply agreement that had just been signed.
The few pages of this document mean that Vought International is about to completely leave behind the military and all competitors in the field of biopharmaceuticals and weapons research and development, monopolizing a whole new dimension.
This is definitely a brilliant victory.
But there was no expression of joy on Edgar's face.
He threw the documents on the table, turned the swivel chair, and looked at the huge projection screen on the wall again.
The picture on the screen has been frozen.
It was a surveillance video of Manhattan on the street. In the center of the screen, John wearing white Hoodie had just punched Poison-Horned Lion's spine.
In the dust, the blond boy slowly turned his head, not looking at the camera or the cheering people, but across most of the street and looking accurately at Lynn sitting in front of the dessert shop.
Edgar stretched out his finger and tapped lightly on the touch pad on the desktop, enlarging the close-up of John's face several times.
On that young and handsome face, Edgar cannot see any sense of compliance with Vought International products.
He saw dependence, the desire to be praised, and even a trace of human, fresh joy.
This is where Edgar feels extremely conflicted.
As the helmsman of Vought International, he knows better than anyone else the huge benefits Lynn has brought after taking over Long Island Estate.
Under Lynn's training, John is no longer the lunatic in Vogelbaum's laboratory who could go on a rampage at any time and use Heat Vision to cut the staff into pieces.
Now John has a sunny appearance, knows how to protect civilians, and has even learned to show a natural, non-offensive sense of reality in front of the camera.
This change has caused the company's stock price to hit a record high today. Lynn and the few little monsters under his control have truly become Vought International's most dazzling cash cow.
This cake is so sweet that even those greedy old guys Board of Directors toasted in celebration at the meeting.
But in the eyes of an absolute control freak like Edgar, this sweetness is wrapped in deadly poison.
Because the reins of John have been completely transferred from the hands of Vought International to the hands of Lynn.
Edgar called up several psychological evaluation reports.
The report shows that if Vought International now issues an order to John to destroy a city, John may not even pay attention to it.
But if Lynn said lightly that he wanted to see fireworks, the blond boy would definitely set Pentagon on fire without hesitation.
For a capital empire, an ultimate weapon that is powerful but cannot be controlled by itself is even more terrifying than its enemies.
Because you never know how long this huge benefit will last.
Lynn is now willing to stay peacefully in Long Island Estate and cook for the children, but what about tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?
If one day Lynn feels that Vought International is an eyesore, he doesn't even need to do it himself, just nods, and John can burn the tower to ashes from top to bottom.
This is why Edgar must use thunderous means to build the fully enclosed New Vanguard Camp on the 40th floor underground of Manhattan.
He looked at the other screen, the children wearing electric shock collars and being forced to train in pain and fear.
These defective products may never reach the level of perfection of John.
But Edgar doesn't care.
He doesn't need another group of perfect heroes, he just needs a group of dogs that can be absolutely dominated by fear.
He must prepare Vought International's trump card for the day when Lynn completely turns his back.
Even if these trump cards are as fragile as paper in front of John, as long as there are enough, they can always delay a little time.
Edgar sighed and turned off all the screens.
He walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the darkening sky outside, with a hint of deep calculation flashing in his eyes.
Until a real way to check and balance Lynn is found, Vought International must continue to play the role of a generous logistical steward and keep all troubles at bay for Long Island Estate.
At this moment, dozens of kilometers away, the evening breeze of Long Island blew away the heat of the day.
In the dining room of the Manor villa, the warm yellow chandelier casts a soft halo.
Lynn came out of the kitchen carrying a huge ceramic saucepan.
As soon as the lid of the pot was opened, the rich aroma of tomato and beef mixed with the smell of soft potatoes instantly took over the whole room.
Reggie and Tommy had already been sitting at the dining table waiting eagerly.
Seeing the stew pot on the table, the two little guys tacitly stopped stepping on each other's feet under the table and raised their knives and forks at the same time.
"No need to rush today, John bought a lot of potatoes and there are still them in the pot."
Lynn placed the stew pot on the anti-scald mat, smiled and took a spoon to fill a bowl for Annie and Kevin.
John was sitting on the left hand side of Lynn, looking at the soft and delicious potato pieces stewed in the pot, the corners of his mouth could not help but turn up.
These were potatoes he picked out himself, and he even remembered how he picked out the biggest and roundest ones from the supermarket shelves.
He felt that today he was not only a hero who saved people, but also a hero who made a great contribution to the family dinner.
Black Noir quietly pulled out the chair and sat down.
He still wore the mask, but rolled up the lower part of the mask a little, picked up his portion of beef stew, and ate it silently.
Buddy smelled the aroma of meat and crawled around under the dining table excitedly. Finally, he put his chin on Lynn's thigh, wagging his tail crazily to beg for food.
"Lynn, this stewed potato is so delicious."
Annie blew the hot air from the spoon and took a bite carefully.
"That's right, this is what I carefully selected."
John answered immediately, raising his chin slightly, and Azure's eyes were filled with uncontrollable pride.
Reggie rolled his eyes and muttered as he chewed the beef that he just bought a potato. What's there to be proud of? I moved a dozen people today.
Tommy added quietly to the side, saying that if it weren't for my Telekinesis blocking the stone, you would have been disfigured when you moved people.
The dining table suddenly became noisy again, and several children started their daily quarrels over who had the most credit this afternoon.
Lynn did not stop them.
He leaned back on the chair, holding a cup of warm tea in his hand, listening to the quarrels in his ears, and looking out the window at the completely dark night sky.
Lawn's special training will continue tomorrow morning. Maybe it's time to replace them with a batch of heavier sandbags.