The snow outside was illuminated by the sun and turned dazzlingly white.
In the living room on the first floor of the villa, the firewood has started to burn vigorously again.
Reggie and Tommy were rolling together on the sofa for a piece of toasted golden bread, while Annie was sitting next to the fireplace, combing Buddy's tangled dog hair.
Kevin was holding his kettle and whispering something to Goldfish Charlie inside.
It was noisy, but filled with a reassuring atmosphere.
Lynn stood in front of the kitchen island, holding two cups of freshly brewed black coffee in his hands.
He looked at the group of heartless little guys in the living room with gentle eyes.
Black Noir walked in quietly from the corridor at the back door like a ghost without any sense of existence.
He had just completely cleared the snow from the driveway, and he was still carrying a blast of cold air from outside.
Lynn pushed one of the cups of coffee to the edge of the island.
Black Noir came over and silently picked up the coffee.
Although he was wearing a mask, Lynn knew that he could drink it.
"The snow has stopped, the road should be open." Lynn whispered.
Black Noir nodded.
Lynn turned his head and looked across the window in the direction of Manhattan.
The gentleness on his face faded little by little, followed by a calm and sternness that made people feel chills on their backs.
"That day in the yard, when John stepped on that old woman's leg and broke it, I could actually have asked him to twist her head off directly."
Lynn's voice was very soft, just enough for only Black Noir to hear.
Black Noir's hand holding the coffee cup paused slightly.
Of course he knows that Lynn is talking about Stormfront.
Lynn leaned on the sink and his eyes returned to John who was laughing in the living room.
John was laughing so hard because of one of Reggie's funny moves. There was no trace of the cruelty of a monster on his face, only the cleanness and clarity of an ordinary boy.
"It took me a lot of time to wash away the violence and bloodthirsty in their hearts bit by bit. I taught them how to behave, how to control their power, and how to laugh like normal children in the sun."
Lynn took a sip of coffee and felt the bitter liquid slide down his throat.
"If I had allowed John to kill someone in front of Annie and Kevin in my yard that day, even if the person killed was a lunatic who deserved his crime, the family would have changed."
Black Noir looked at Lynn and silently put down the cup in his hand.
He understood what Lynn meant.
Just because you don't kill at home doesn't mean you don't kill.
"Stormfront That woman has lived too long. A hundred years of arrogance coupled with the distortion brought about by Compound V, she is a complete fanatic."
Lynn's fingers lightly tapped the wall of the ceramic cup, "Fanatics will not be reasonable or compromise."
She will only focus all her hatred and murderous intentions on Lynn and the children.
She would think that it was Lynn who used such a ridiculous thing as a family to bind the gods.
As long as she is alive, as long as she has breath, she will be like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, ready to spring out and bite people at any time.
Even if Stormfront is currently lying in the intensive care unit on the 40th floor underground of Vought Tower, Lynn does not intend to keep this hidden danger.
If you beat the snake, you will not die, but you will be harmed by it.
This kind of trouble must be uprooted, and it must be done when she is at her weakest and most defenseless.
"Edgar is currently busy brainwashing those New Vanguard Camp children. There should be only a few regular doctors on duty in the medical area of the underground base."
Lynn put down the coffee cup, put on a gray cashmere scarf, and put on a dark black coat for going out.
He adjusted his collar and turned to look at Black Noir.
"Let's go, while these little guys don't need our attention today, let's go to Manhattan."
Lynn's tone was indifferent, as if he was going to the supermarket in the city to buy two kilograms of beef.
Black Noir did not hesitate, turned around and followed Lynn.
The two quietly left the villa through the back door.
In the living room, Reggie finally grabbed the toasted piece of bread that was golden on both sides, and stuffed it into his mouth proudly. As a result, he was so hot that he breathed air-conditioning, causing Tommy beside him to let out a gloating laugh.
John was sitting on the carpet, holding half an uneaten apple in his hand.
The smile on his face did not disappear, but the childish smile that was originally there slowly calmed down.
He did not deliberately turn on Super Hearing.
But he is too familiar with everything in Long Island Estate's family.
The sound of the back door being gently pushed open and closed, and the low hum of the car engine revving in the driveway, fell clearly on his perception.
John looked down at the apple in his hand.
He could guess almost exactly where Lynn and Black Noir went and what they were doing with just a little thought.
On this morning when the roads were blocked by heavy snow and there was no electricity, there was only one reason why Lynn could abandon the whole house of little ones and quietly go out with Black Noir.
That old woman who made Lynn unhappy.
John's eyes darkened slightly, and his body tensed up instinctively.
For a moment, he really wanted to break through the roof, fly directly into the sky, and follow the car.
He knew that if he wanted to, he could burn the forty underground floors to ashes along with the mad woman in ten minutes.
But he finally endured it, and his tense shoulders relaxed little by little.
He took a bite of the apple in his hand, and the crisp and sweet juice spread in his mouth.
Lynn didn't call him.
Lynn even lowered his voice deliberately, just not wanting him to know and wanting him to avoid touching those dirty and bloody things.
John knew that Lynn was protecting him as a child who truly grew up in the sun.
Since Lynn doesn't want him to follow, then there must be Lynn's reason.
What's more, Lynn is accompanied by Black Noir.
Although that guy who has no presence like a ghost usually keeps silent, John is very aware of Black Noir's terrifying assassination ability.
With Black Noir watching over him, he felt relieved, not to mention that Lynn couldn't even see through the "boundary" himself.
So.
He chooses to believe.
I believe in Lynn's arrangements, and I also believe that Lynn can keep out all wind and rain.
Reggie finally swallowed the hot piece of bread and turned his head to look at John in a daze.
"John, do you want to eat your half of the apple? Give it to me. I just spent too much energy grabbing the bread."
John came back to his senses, looked at Reggie's useless look, and couldn't help but laugh and curse.
"Go away, there's still a pile of oatmeal in the kitchen, help yourself."