Vought Tower New Vanguard Camp, which is forty floors underground, has completely changed its appearance in just a few days.
The original medical area and Isolation Room were all opened up and replaced with warm-toned wooden floors.
The pale shadowless lamps were removed and replaced with expensive domes that simulated 24-hour natural lighting.
Marge was wearing a set of soft cotton pajamas and sitting in the spacious public rest area.
She was holding a cup of warm chocolate milk in her hand, looking dully at the blue sky above her head, which was composed of data.
Around her, several other children were playing with building blocks and handheld game consoles.
The boy who couldn't control Invisibility is no longer trembling. He even dares to show his figure under the bright light and sits quietly in the corner of the sofa reading comic books.
A middle-aged man with a gentle face wearing a casual sweater came over carrying a plate of cut fruits.
"Marge, eat some fruit, the strawberries are very fresh today."
The man's voice was as gentle as a real father's, with an impeccable loving smile on his face.
He is a top psychology expert hired by Vought International with a high salary. He is now the supervisor of this group of children, that is, Edgar's customized replacement version of Lynn for them.
Marge hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, took a strawberry and put it into his mouth.
The sweet juice spread in her mouth, but she always felt that there was something missing in this sweetness.
The smell she smelled outside the floor-to-ceiling window of Long Island Estate was obviously much more alluring and real than this one.
In the monitoring room, Edgar watched this scene quietly.
"How is the progress of the brainwashing?"
Edgar asked the assistant behind him.
"It went very well, President. Their loyalty to the company has skyrocketed now. As long as they are provided with these material and fake emotional feedbacks, they will execute any order like the most obedient Hound. The psychological expert has successfully made them treat the forty floors underground as a home that must be defended to the death."
Edgar nodded with satisfaction.
This kind of cheap warmth is the most deadly poison for experimental subjects who have never seen real sunlight.
He does not need these children to have independent personalities, he only needs them to have the obsession to protect this false family, and then driven by this obsession, they will become a group of dead soldiers who are not afraid of life and death.
At this time, the real Long Island Estate is busy preparing for the upcoming heavy snowstorm.
New York's weather station issued a red blizzard warning. It is said that this will be the biggest cold wave in ten years.
In order to prevent the spire of the Manor's villa from being crushed by the heavy snow, Lynn assigned new jobs to several energetic young men.
"Reggie, let me say it again, if you dare to use Super Speed on the roof and cause the tiles to fall off, all your pocket money for this month will be deducted, and you can only eat boiled vegetables in plain water for the next week."
Lynn stood under the porch on the first floor, with his hands in his thick coat pockets, his head raised and shouting towards the roof.
On the roof, Reggie was wearing thick anti-ski boots and holding a large snow shovel in his hand, carefully moving on the sloping tiles.
"I got it! Lynn Director You are more exploitative than a capitalist! My current speed is slower than an eighty-year-old turtle!"
Reggie complained loudly, but he did not dare to be vague in his movements at all, for fear that his feet would slip and he would fall directly from the second floor.
Tommy is much more leisurely.
He was sitting on the balcony on the second floor, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand. Telekinesis turned into a big invisible hand and very accurately broke off the crumbling icicles on the edge of the eaves one by one, and then placed them neatly in the open space downstairs.
"Manual workers are miserable. Look at me, this is called elegance."
Tommy took a sip of hot tea and didn't forget to make some mocking remarks.
"Shut up! If you can, use Telekinesis to sweep all the snow off the roof!"
Reggie was so angry that he almost threw the snow shovel in his hand.
"That won't work. It's your job to clear the snow. I can't steal your pocket money."
Tommy answered confidently.
Buddy was lying in his kennel, wrapped in the red plaid sweater Annie had knitted for him. He stuck out his dog's head and looked at the two people bickering above, and yawned loudly.
"Boss, I think they will demolish this house sooner or later."
Lynn smiled, said nothing, and just turned his gaze to the other side of the roof.
John didn't get the snow shovel.
Wearing that gray sweatshirt, he stood steadily on the sloping ridge of the roof.
He completely restrained all Superpower, and did not use flying to maintain balance, nor did he use super strength to forcibly fix his body.
He is like an ordinary roof repairman, relying on the core strength and balance he has developed during this period of following Black Noir, walking steadily step by step.
He held a large broom and swept the soft snow off the eaves in a hurry.
The wind was strong, blowing his short blond hair a little messy, but his Azure eyes were full of seriousness and concentration.
After working for almost an hour, the snow on the roof was finally cleared away.
John climbed down the ladder. The tip of his nose was a little red from the cold, but he was in good spirits.
He patted the snow powder on his body and walked to Lynn.
"Lynn, everything has been swept away."
John's voice had a hint of asking for credit.
Lynn took out a few bills from his pocket and handed them over, while helping him brush the falling snow off the hood of his sweatshirt.
John took the money with both hands, folded it carefully and put it in his pocket.
He did not rush into the house to warm up, but stood next to Lynn and watched Reggie climbing down the ladder. As a result, his foot slipped and fell directly into the snowdrift downstairs, causing Tommy and Buddy to laugh mercilessly.
John looked at this scene and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
But soon, his eyes darkened slightly.
"Lynn."
"Huh?"
"Those children who came with that bad woman that day, will they also have pocket money?"
John asked suddenly.
Lynn turned his head and looked at John.
Although this child possesses god-like power, his core is being filled little by little by this daily life full of fireworks.
He learned to empathize and think about other people's lives.
"Vought International will give them a lot of things."
Lynn looked at the gloomy sky, "But it won't give them the freedom they really want."
John was silent.
He looked at the palm of his hand, and he couldn't get rid of the desperate and envious eyes of the little red-haired girl and the other children before they got into the car.
Superheroes in those comics and TV shows should always stand up without hesitation when encountering such oppressed weaklings.
John knows that this is too simple for him.
He can take off directly now, cross Manhattan in less than a minute, punch through Vought Tower's Basement, and rescue all those children.
He was also extremely sure that if he really did this, Lynn would stand by his side without hesitation, tolerate his impulses, and help him clean up all his messes no matter how helpless he was.
But... then what.