John didn't even pause. He raised his foot and crushed Stormfront's left knee.
Stormfront, who had just taken in a breath of air-conditioning, suddenly burst out with a heart-rending scream.
That kind of superior arrogance and arrogance disappeared in an instant in the face of physical crushing and severe pain.
Her whole face was twisted in pain, and she was writhing in pain in the mud puddle.
John didn't have any unnecessary emotional fluctuations, as if what he just stepped on was not the legs of a hundred-year-old monster, but two dry branches that were in the way.
He turned around and walked out from the edge of the mud pit, wiping the muddy water on his soles on the clean snow.
Then he walked slowly back to the steps of the corridor and picked up the cup of hot milk that he had placed on the wooden board.
Lynn straightened up from the door frame and walked down the wooden steps.
He didn't even look at Stormfront who was wailing in the mud puddle, but walked straight to John.
Lynn stretched out his hand and touched the outer wall of the glass in John's hand, frowning slightly.
"After leaving it outside for so long, the milk is almost cold."
Lynn's voice was very gentle, with the slight reproach that parents unconsciously give when facing their children, "Drinking cold milk can cause stomachaches. Take it to the kitchen and heat it in the microwave for thirty seconds."
John held the cup in both hands and nodded obediently.
"Got it."
Lynn turned his head, looked at Reggie and Tommy who were still standing in the yard watching the fun, and waved angrily.
"Reggie, go to Backyard to get a shovel and fill that big hole. It's too ugly. Tommy, take Annie and Kevin into the house. It's so windy outside. You're standing here with only these clothes on. Do you want to line up to catch a cold?"
With that said, Lynn took off his coat and put it on Annie, whose nose was a little red from the cold. Then he patted her shoulder and motioned for her to come in quickly.
"But Lynn Director, I haven't finished building the snowman yet."
Annie grabbed a corner of the soft coat with Lynn's body temperature and protested softly.
"When the sun comes out in the afternoon, we will pile up. Now go in and warm yourself by the fire."
Lynn's tone is non-negotiable.
Annie stuck out his tongue and pulled Kevin into the warm villa.
Reggie sighed resignedly, muttering about why he always had to do such physical work today, and then turned into a gust of wind and ran towards Backyard's utility room.
Buddy waggled its tail and came to Lynn's legs, rubbing its head against Lynn's trouser legs.
Lynn rubbed Big Golden Retriever's head twice, causing the dog to grunt twice in comfort.
This scene is full of fireworks and trivial scenes of life. In this yard with falling snow, it looks extremely natural and warm.
But in the eyes of the New Vanguard Camp children standing on the other side of the snow, this picture was like a heavy hammer, severely shattering their worldview.
The red-haired Marge was still clutching the hem of his thin gray uniform.
The six or seven-year-old body was shivering uncontrollably in the cold wind of more than ten degrees below zero, and her lips were already purple from the cold.
The boy who couldn't control his invisibility, and several other children nearby, all stared blankly at Lynn and John in the corridor.
In the knowledge that has been instilled in them since birth, owning Superpower means being locked up in the dark Basement.
It means that every day we have to face cold instruments, dazzling shadowless lamps, researchers with electric shock rods, and Stormfront's purple lightning that is enough to scorch people alive.
They think this is the way the world is.
Stormfront taught them that if they want to become gods, they must experience these inhuman tortures and abandon all weaknesses and emotions.
In order to survive, they could only grit their teeth and endure it. They thought that all mutant children were like this, lingering and gasping for breath.
Because everyone is suffering, this suffering seems barely acceptable.
But now, they saw something.
They saw John.
In an instant, the female instructor who was as invincible as a devil in their eyes was beaten into a crippled and invincible monster.
Such a boy with the power to destroy the world was actually scolded gently by an ordinary person without Superpower because of a glass of milk that was about to get cold.
Not only was he not angry, but he showed the kind of obedient expression that can only be seen in an environment where he is completely loved and tolerated.
They saw here a warm scarf, a fight with laughter, a dog that could rub its owner's trouser legs, and a home with warm yellow lights.
It turns out that the outside world is not just forty underground floors.
It turns out that monsters with Superpower can be pampered and protected like ordinary children.
Why.
Why do they have to sleep with the smell of the burnt corpses of their companions every day in Basement, while the children here can complain that the milk is cold or the snowman is not finished.
An unprecedented emotion called unwillingness and jealousy grew and spread like weeds in the chests of these New Vanguard Camp children.
Once this emotion takes root, it can no longer be smoothed away by Stormfront's high-voltage electric shock.
Lynn settled down the little ones at home, and then slowly turned around.
He looked at the group of little monsters in the snow who were shivering from the cold, but their eyes began to become extremely complicated, and he did not walk over to show any unnecessary sympathy.
He just raised his hand and gestured to the Vought International off-road vehicles that had been parked in the distance outside the Manor gate, not even daring to breathe.
Only then did the car door dare to open slowly.
Several security personnel ran over cautiously, like dragging garbage, and put Stormfront, who was almost unconscious from pain in the mud pit, onto a stretcher.
They didn't even dare to look at Lynn and John, and ordered the New Vanguard Camp children back to the car in a panic.
Marge was roughly pushed by the security personnel.
She stumbled towards the car, but the moment before getting in, she couldn't help but turn around and stare at the spacious and bright floor-to-ceiling windows of Long Island Estate with her red eyes.
In the window, Reggie was holding a cup of steaming cocoa, and he and Tommy were rolling together on the sofa, fighting for the remote control.
The dull sound of the car's engine sounded. Two black off-road vehicles rolled through the snow and drove away from Long Island with Stormfront and the group of gloomy-eyed children.