Long Island Estate in the early morning was shrouded in a thin layer of morning mist.
The dew on Lawn has not completely dried, and the air has a cool and pleasant earthy smell that is unique to autumn.
Buddy yawned and got out of the doghouse, shook his long golden hair, walked slowly to the porch steps and lay down, ready to welcome the first ray of sunshine today.
A black heavy truck without any conspicuous signs broke the tranquility of this private road and slowly stopped outside the Manor wrought iron gate that had just been replaced with a new lock yesterday.
The car door opened and two employees wearing Vought International Logistics Department uniforms jumped out.
Their faces looked paler than the morning mist. They looked at each other and neither of them dared to ring the doorbell.
For the lower-level employees of Vought International, Long Island Estate is a place that is said to be scarier than hell according to internal legends.
I heard that there is a group of moody super monsters living here, and the manager is a ruthless person who even Madelyn Vice President dare not offend.
"You go and ring the doorbell."
The taller employee swallowed and took half a step back.
"Why should I go? I won the coin guess."
The short employee was holding on to the car door handle, unwilling to move forward.
Just as the two people were trying to push away, footsteps came from the inside of the door.
John was wearing a set of loose gray sports pajamas, walking barefoot on the gravel path.
He had just gotten up, his short blond hair was a little messy, he rubbed his eyes and walked to the door.
He looked through the iron fence, Azure's eyes calmly looking at the two deliverymen outside who were frozen with fear.
"Lynn said there will be express delivery today, is it you?"
John's voice has a bit of a nasal sound.
The tall employee stuttered in fright, nodded quickly, then hurriedly ran to the back of the truck and opened the compartment.
Inside is a black alloy sealed box half a person's height.
"This... this is the special counterweight equipment that Director Lynn urgently ordered last night. It is made of the Research and Development Department's latest high-density alloy. It is very heavy. We need to use a hydraulic cart to help you transport it..."
Before he finished speaking, John had already pulled Iron Gate away with one hand.
The blond boy didn't even look at the hydraulic cart. He walked directly to the rear of the truck, stretched out his fair and delicate hands, and hugged the alloy box that was said to have a clearly marked net weight of 1,200 pounds.
There was no straining feeling in the muscles, nor was there any grunting similar to holding one's breath.
John lifted the box out of the car as easily as he picked up a plate of freshly baked cookies.
The two logistics employees took a deep breath and their eyes almost popped out of their heads.
John held the box and turned around to walk back, but just after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.
He seemed to have remembered something, turned his head and looked at the two employees who were still in a daze.
He remembered that Lynn told him yesterday on the street Manhattan that others show kindness to you because you have done something worthwhile.
Although these two people only came to deliver goods, they did deliver what Lynn wanted.
John twitched the corners of his mouth somewhat stiffly, trying to show a friendly smile.
"Thank you for sending it here, thank you for your hard work."
After saying this, John hugged the ridiculously heavy box, turned around and walked into the mist.
The two employees who stayed outside the door looked at each other, feeling a gust of wind blowing through them, and their backs were covered in cold sweat.
The legendary perfect weapon that could cut people in half with laser eyes in the laboratory just smiled at them and said thank you.
This is simply more incredible than seeing him lift an iron box weighing more than a thousand pounds with one hand.
In the Manor's kitchen, Lynn is frying waffles in a pan.
The aroma of melted butter filled the entire first floor.
Black Noir is already sitting at the dining table, seriously working on a plate of grilled bacon drizzled with maple syrup.
John walked into the restaurant with the box in his arms and put the box in the corner with a bang.
The hard solid wood floor made an overwhelming muffled sound, and even the milk glass on the dining table shook.
"Lynn, the stuff has been delivered."
John walked to the sink and washed his hands, then pulled out his chair very naturally and sat next to Lynn's seat.
Lynn Put the fried waffles on a plate and serve it to the table.
"Did you just say thank you to those two deliverymen?"
Lynn asked casually and pushed a bottle of fresh blueberry jam in front of John.
John took the jam, scooped out a large piece with a spoon and spread it on the muffin, and nodded.
"How do you feel?"
"It's a little strange."
John took a bite of the muffin and said vaguely, "They didn't smile at me like those people on the street yesterday. They looked like they were about to cry. Lynn, why did they get even more scared when I said thank you to them?"
This question is indeed a little too big for a nine-year-old child.
Lynn pulled out the chair and sat down, picking up his cup of black coffee.
"Because they don't know you."
"In their impression, you are a dangerous person who can lose his temper at any time. Suddenly seeing the dangerous person become polite, the first reaction of ordinary people is not to be moved, but to wonder if you are planning to play a game before killing them."
John stopped chewing and frowned tightly.
"Then did I do something wrong? I shouldn't have said thank you to them."
"You're right."
Lynn reached out and knocked on the table, interrupting John's self-doubt, "It is your own choice to express politeness. This shows that you are trying to become a normal person, which is good, but you have to remember that you are not doing this to force others to give you the same reward."
Lynn looked at John's increasingly clear eyes, slowly guiding his emotions.
"The people on the street thanked you yesterday because you saved their lives. That's what you deserve. Today you thank the delivery people because they traveled all the way to deliver things. That's what they deserve. As for whether they are afraid of you, that's a matter of their own psychological quality and has nothing to do with you. We don't need to wrong ourselves to take care of other people's emotions."
John nodded in understanding.
He feels that Lynn's words always have a magical power that can turn messy logic into very simple and direct.
As long as you are happy, as long as you don't cause trouble for your family, the rest can be whatever others think.
This feeling of not needing to be kidnapped by morality makes John feel very relaxed.
At this time, there was a familiar sound of slippers on the stairs.
Reggie yawned and walked down with a chicken coop on his head.
He immediately saw the huge black alloy box in the corner.
"Lynn, what is that? Is it a new game console?"
Reggie's eyes lit up, he ran over in three steps and then reached out to lift the lid of the box.
"That's your new friend this morning."
Lynn took a sip of coffee and raised a malicious arc at the corner of his mouth, "Inside are ten weight-bearing vests made of high-density alloy, each weighing one hundred and twenty pounds. Your task this morning is to put them on and run two hundred laps around Lawn. You are not allowed to use Supersonic. Just use your normal two legs to run."
Reggie's hand that lifted the lid froze in mid-air for an instant. He turned his head and looked at Lynn with despair on his face, as if he heard the announcement of the end of the world.
"One hundred and twenty pounds?! Lynn, it will kill someone! My legs will be crushed!"
"Your bone density is many times that of ordinary people. It is constantly pressed, Tommy. Today, you don't need to spread Bricks. You put on one and be responsible for dragging Reggie with Telekinesis in mid-air. Don't let him be lazy."
When Tommy, who had just reached the stairs on the first floor, heard these words, his feet slipped and he almost fell down the stairs.
He grabbed the handrail of the stairs with both hands and his eyes widened in disbelief.
"I want to wear it too?! I'm a mage type! Why do mages wear weights?"
"Because if the mage doesn't run fast enough on the battlefield, he will be the first to be cut into pieces by the opponent's melee combatants."
Lynn dismissed the protest without mercy.
Annie and Kevin secretly covered their mouths and laughed.
After breakfast, the wailing sound soon started on Backyard and Lawn.
Reggie and Tommy are like two unlucky turtles carrying turtle shells, moving staggeringly on Lawn.
The sun gradually became dazzling, the dew on the grass blades dried up, and the temperature in the air began to rise.
John is not wearing a weight-bearing vest. It would be meaningless for him to wear a hundred pieces of that kind of thing.
He was standing opposite Black Noir, carefully reviewing the punch technique he used on the street yesterday.
Black Noir's actions are still fierce, and there is no mercy just because John became a hero yesterday.
Lynn was sitting on a wicker chair in the shade of the corridor, holding a book in his hand and reading through it.
Buddy lay at his feet, his tail tapping the wooden floor rhythmically.