In the underground ward, Stormfront's laughter was as harsh as nails scraping against glass.
She suddenly stretched out her pale hand and stuck Lynn's throat.
Lynn was strangled to the point of stagnant breathing, and his face quickly turned an abnormal flush, but his eyes were still as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and he didn't even make an instinctive struggle.
This reaction made Stormfront feel violent in his heart for no reason.
Just when Stormfront's fingers were about to exert force and completely crush this fragile neck, Edgar, who had been standing aside and watching with cold eyes, suddenly spoke.
"Stormfront, don't you think it would be a waste to kill him here?"
Stormfront turned his head, his purple eyes filled with violent bloodshot eyes.
Edgar pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and spoke calmly.
"Think about it, John has always regarded this man as his father and all his spiritual sustenance. If you secretly kill this person here, John may go crazy, but he will never experience the pain of witnessing it with his own eyes. The true transformation of a god requires the most cruel catalyst."
Edgar walked to the bedside, leaned down, and looked directly into Stormfront's eyes, with a devilish bewitchment in his voice.
"Why not take him to heaven? Go to the highest place of Manhattan, and when John comes to find you, crush all his weakness and hypocrisy with your own hands in front of him. Only by letting him watch this mortal body die with his own eyes will he fully understand that God and man can never become a family."
Stormfront was stunned for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, the fanatical flame in her eyes suddenly increased, burning even the last bit of sanity into ashes.
"You're right."
Stormfront loosened his grip a little, and Lynn coughed violently, gasping for air.
Stormfront looked at Lynn as if looking at a perfect sacrifice that was about to be completed.
She suddenly straightened up from the hospital bed. Even though her legs were still covered with heavy plasters and steel plates, making her unable to stand at all, the biological force field given to her by Compound V instantly enveloped her whole body.
She grabbed the back collar of Lynn's coat, like she was holding a weightless sack, and jumped into the air.
There was a loud bang.
She forcefully knocked out a big hole in the special ceiling of the underground base.
She didn't care about the elevator passage at all, and just relied on her arrogant momentum to smash through the reinforced concrete of Vought Tower layer by layer, carrying debris and dust all over her body, and rushed straight to the high altitude of Manhattan.
The cold wind outside mixed with the cold air after the snow poured in instantly.
Stormfront is carrying Lynn, suspended in mid-air hundreds of meters high in Vought Tower.
The cold wind made Lynn's coat rustle. He was tied up without any support, and his neck was stuck tightly by Stormfront, hanging at a dizzying height.
It was less than half a minute before Stormfront flew out of the building.
At the end of the sky, there was suddenly a dull roar of thunder.
It's not thunder.
It's the terrifying sonic boom that breaks the sound barrier!
Layers of white air waves exploded in the air, and a golden afterimage, carrying heat that almost ignited the air, instantly spanned a distance of dozens of kilometers and stopped abruptly a dozen meters in front of Stormfront.
The wind suddenly stopped.
John is suspended in mid-air.
The gray sweatshirt on his body was torn apart by the strong wind caused by the high-speed flight, and his chest was heaving up and down due to his violent breathing.
When he saw Lynn being carried in Stormfront's hands like garbage, his Azure eyes, which had always been extremely clear, were instantly filled with dense bloodshot eyes.
Lynn There were bruises on his face and blood stains on the corners of his mouth that had not been wiped clean.
The man who was always calm at home and would cook him hot oatmeal on the morning of a power outage was now roughly strangled in the air, his face turning purple.
This gentle man was shouting feebly at this moment.
John, kill her.
According to John's past temper, when he saw this scene, even if the opponent was a god, he would not hesitate to shoot Heat Vision and cut the opponent into a pile of minced meat.
But he didn't.
The moment he saw the situation clearly, this little monster who could make the whole world tremble surprisingly returned to absolute sanity.
That may be a kind of extreme restraint caused by fear.
He was afraid that if he was a little impulsive, Stormfront's fingers would break Lynn's neck.
John The scarlet in his eyes slowly faded, and he even stepped back half a meter, then slowly raised his hands in a non-aggressive surrender gesture.
"Let him go."
John's voice was trembling, and he looked at Stormfront carefully.
"Stormfront, I will promise you whatever you want. If you want me to return Basement, if you want me to listen to Vought International, you can even break my legs. Don't hurt him, just let him go."
As he spoke, he tried to move forward very slowly, looking for a chance of even a tenth of a second. As long as Stormfront's attention was slightly distracted, he could instantly penetrate her brain with Heat Vision.
Stormfront looked at John hanging opposite.
Seeing that this perfect god in her mind was actually praying to her in a low voice with his hands raised like a stray dog for an ordinary person.
This contrast brought the twisted fanaticism in Stormfront's heart to its peak.
You see, as long as this guy named Lynn is alive, God will always be a tail-wagging coward.
Stormfront didn't start making long demands like the villains in the movie, nor did he laugh at John's weakness.
She has lived for more than a hundred years, and she knows very well that as long as she says one more word, the little monster opposite will be able to find a fatal flaw.
She just looked at John, and then slowly opened her mouth, revealing a creepy and fanatical smile.
That was the smile that a believer who witnessed the birth of a god would have.
John's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and an indescribable despair instantly captured his heart.
"No!"
John's voice just exploded in his throat.
The next second.
Stormfront tightened the five fingers on Lynn's neck without hesitation.
Click.
A crisp sound of bone cracking reached John's ears very clearly in the cold wind at Manhattan's high altitude.