On the hospital bed, Stormfront was half-lying on a soft cushion.
Kidnapping Mallory took a lot of energy from her, but fortunately, the original No. 5 had amazing self-healing ability, and her complexion returned to its original rosy color after a while.
However, this red color looks sickly.
There was a steady sound of leather shoe footsteps outside the door.
With a click, the metal door of the ward was pushed open.
Edgar still looks meticulous, with a straight suit, leather shoes on the smooth floor, and a calm posture.
"Mallory I have already finished the matter for you."
Stormfront stared at the approaching Edgar, his eyes full of enthusiasm and impatience, "Here's what you promised me! Have you got that person named Lin?"
Edgar walked to the bedside and looked at Stormfront's impatient look, with a gentle smile on his face.
"Vought International has been able to get to where it is today because of credibility. Since you helped me get what I want, I will naturally fulfill your wish."
"Not only did I help you lure Vought, I also helped you capture it alive."
Stormfront was stunned for a moment, and his heart began to beat wildly uncontrollably.
Has it really been done?
That unfathomable man who treats gods like dogs, was he really captured by Edgar and brought to the forty floors underground?
Edgar ignored the shock on Stormfront's face. He turned around slowly and faced the open door of the ward, raised his hand and patted it twice.
Crisp claps echoed in the quiet corridor.
A few seconds later, a heavy and chaotic sound of footsteps came from deep in the corridor.
Stormfront's eyes suddenly widened to their maximum size, staring at the door.
Two burly, heavily armed Vought International security personnel appeared in the door frame.
And between the two of them, like dragging a piece of cargo, a man was being held tightly.
The security guard pushed hard and threw the man heavily onto the cold floor of the ward.
Stormfront felt a buzz in his head, and all the blood rushed to his head at this moment.
That's Lynn.
He was wearing the familiar dark black coat, but now, the coat was covered with dust and mud, making him look very embarrassed.
Lynn was tied up with a few finger-thick special nylon ropes, and the ropes were deeply cut into the fabric of the coat.
There was a large obvious bruise on his forehead, a trace of dried blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his hair was messy and scattered in front of his forehead.
Lynn struggled on the ground and seemed to want to stand up, but the two security guards behind him immediately pressed his shoulders unceremoniously and forced him to half-kneel in front of the hospital bed.
Lynn did not loudly beg for mercy, nor did he yell hysterically like a loser.
He just raised his head coldly, stared at Edgar standing next to him with his calm eyes, and then turned his gaze to Stormfront on the hospital bed.
Edgar smiled slightly and patted Lynn's shoulder gently.
He turned his head and looked at the woman who was completely stunned on the hospital bed.
"I said, as long as you complete what I told you, I will naturally send him to you. Now, he is yours."
Edgar pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, with a hint of compassion in his tone.
Stormfront can't hear what Edgar is saying at all.
Her eyesight seemed to be stuck to Lynn's body with super glue.
She looked at the man who was holding hot milk in Long Island Estate and domesticating John into a domestic dog. Now he was tied and kneeling in front of her like a bereaved dog.
An indescribable ecstasy and twisted pleasure instantly flooded her mind like a tsunami.
This is the Shackles that trapped the gods.
This is the mortal with unworthy virtue.
Just kill him now, break his neck, and let his blood spill in this room.
John will no longer have any worries, and that perfect golden-haired creature will go completely crazy, leaving all reason and hypocrisy behind, and become a true god who only knows how to destroy and rule.
"Hahahaha..."
Stormfront suddenly laughed.
At first it was just a suppressed laugh, but then the sound became louder and louder, turning into an unbridled laughter.
She smiled so wildly that even though she could only half-rely on the hospital bed, she stretched out her hand and pointed at Lynn, who was half kneeling on the ground. Her eyes were full of morbid excitement and cruelty.
On Long Island Estate and Lawn, the thick snow has been trampled into a mess.
The sunshine outside is very good, and it shines on the snow with a dazzling white light.
After losing the control of adults, these little monsters turned the front yard into a chaotic battlefield.
Reggie relied on his speed to run around in the snow like a whirlwind. He grabbed two handfuls of loose snow and stuffed it into Tommy's neck.
Tommy was so cold that he screamed and angrily rubbed more than a dozen fist-sized snowballs with Telekinesis. They hung in the air like self-tracking missiles and chased Reggie and smashed them all over the yard.
Annie pulled Kevin and hid behind the light shield he held up, smiling as he watched Reggie being hit by a snowball and rolling around.
Buddy was excitedly fluttering in the snow pit, trying to bite the snowballs flying in the air, but ended up eating a mouthful of ice particles.
There was unbridled laughter and noise everywhere, filled with a reassuring atmosphere.
John stood under the steps of the corridor and did not participate in the melee.
He was wearing that gray sweatshirt, with a clean and bright smile on his face. He was slowly rolling a snowball with his hands, as if he was planning to smash the big snowball on the face of the unlucky guy Reggie.
But suddenly, John's movements froze.
The newly balled snowball shattered between his fingers and fell back into the snow.
At that moment, his heart suddenly contracted.
It's not that there's something wrong with my body, but a sudden, intense panic that comes without any warning.
This feeling is so unfamiliar to John.
Lynn.
The name popped into his mind uncontrollably, and even his fingertips began to tingle slightly.
"John? Why are you so dazed? Help me smash that bastard Tommy!"
Reggie slid to a stop not far away, patting the snow on his head and shouting loudly.
John It's like you didn't hear it.
He did choose to believe Lynn before.
Reason told him that Lynn is an extremely smart person who always does things without leakage, not to mention that he is followed by the murderous Black Noir.
But at this moment, rationality suddenly collapsed in John's mind.
Fuck your sanity.
As soon as he thought that Lynn might have an accident, even if it was only one in 10,000,000, John's breathing became heavy, and a terrifying undercurrent surged in his eyes that made people palpitate.
That's Lynn.
Lynn who pulls him out of despair, bakes apple pie for him, teaches him how to laugh, and stands in front of him to block all malicious intentions for him.
If something happens to Lynn, what is the use of his invincible power? What meaning does this world have to him?
To destroy, to rule, or to be a god worshiped by the whole world?
He doesn't even care.
He just wants that person to sit properly on the sofa at home.
"John, what's wrong with you?"
Annie also noticed something was wrong, removed his light shield and walked over, looking at him with some worry.
John opened his eyes, and the smile on his face had completely disappeared.
"I'm not worried."
John's voice was as cold as the surrounding ice and snow, and even contained a trace of uncontrollable trembling.
He didn't explain much, just took a deep look at Reggie and Tommy.
"Look after your home. No one is allowed to leave this door until I come back."
As soon as he finished speaking, Reggie and the others were not given a chance to ask again. John's legs were slightly bent on the snow, and the muscles in his calf instantly erupted with a terrifying thrust.
Boom!
A violent hurricane rolled up from the ground.
The surrounding thick snow was instantly emptied by this terrifying reaction force, turning into white snow mist that filled the sky and exploded in all directions.
Reggie and Tommy were blown back by the strong wind and fell down in the snow pit. Even Buddy was overturned and rolled several times.
When they blocked their eyes and waved away the snow and fog in front of them, they raised their heads and looked into the sky.
John has long since turned into a retrograde golden meteor, ruthlessly tearing through the wind and snow in the sky.
High in the sky, the wind howled crazily in his ears, and circles of white sonic boom clouds exploded one after another behind him.
That was the ultimate speed that even he himself was not aware of.
His eyes were firmly locked in the direction of Manhattan, with a fierceness and madness.