Click.
The dull sound of cracking bones was actually not too loud in the howling high-altitude cold wind.
Stormfront let go of his hand.
The man in the dark black coat was like an old puppet with its strings cut off, falling straight down along the Manhattan cold air.
The hem of the coat billowed randomly in the wind, like a black bird with broken wings.
John's body moved instinctively.
With a bang, a circle of air waves visible to the naked eye exploded in mid-air.
He turned into a straight golden lightning and dived headfirst.
The high temperature generated by air friction instantly evaporates the surrounding snowflakes into white vapor.
When he was less than a hundred meters from the ground, he stretched out his hands and steadily caught the falling body.
He used his own body to bear the violent impact. He held the person in his arms and landed heavily on the snow on the flat rooftop of a building below.
A big hole was made in the snow on the roof.
John knelt on one knee in the snow, lowered his head, and looked at the body in his arms.
This person has bruises on his forehead and blood on the corners of his mouth. His face is exactly the same as Lynn.
However, John's eyes fell on this man's neck.
It was empty there, except for a slightly messy turtleneck sweater.
No that gray cashmere scarf.
Ever since he saved up money to buy Lynn that scarf, Lynn would wear it whenever he went out.
What's more, even without seeing it, he could hear it from the moment he hovered in mid-air.
The heartbeat of the person in my arms was too fast and too panicky.
Lynn's heartbeat has never been so chaotic. Lynn's body always carries a faint smell of coffee and wood from the fireplace at home.
Not the smell of disinfectant water.
And.
That gentle man would never say such a thing.
John, kill her.
This is a fake.
The moment he realized it was a fake, he felt relieved.
John just pretended to be pleading cautiously and even tremblingly in mid-air.
I just wanted to see what this crazy woman wanted to do.
He was following Stormfront's madness like he was watching a play.
But now, the play is over.
John looked at the face in his arms that was exactly the same as Lynn, looked at the tightly closed eyes, and looked at the lifeless pale face.
Even if he knew in his heart that this was a fake, as long as he thought about what if this was really Lynn, what if Lynn was really lying lifelessly in the cold snow...
An indescribable pain and sting suddenly gripped John's heart without warning.
This feeling made him feel very sick and irritable.
Some things, even if they are just used as a joke, even if they are just staged in a false show, are absolutely unforgivable.
In mid-air, Stormfront slowly landed and suspended ten meters above the rooftop.
She looked at John kneeling motionless in the snow, looking at the god holding a corpse, and she laughed so hard that her shoulders were shaking violently.
"Cry! Feel this pain to your heart's content!"
Stormfront opened his arms as if welcoming a grand baptism.
There was twisted enthusiasm and excitement in her voice.
"This is the weakness that mortals bring to you! They will only grow old, sick and die, and will only become a drag on you! Now, the chains are broken, and you are free! You no longer need to cater to those ridiculous family games, you will become the only one to rule this world..."
Stormfront's words suddenly got stuck in his throat.
Because John, who was kneeling in the snow, slowly raised his head.
There was no hysteria, no angry roars, and no tears of despair as she had imagined.
John is smiling.
He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a very clean and bright smile.
Just like the heartless laugh he usually makes when Reggie makes a fool of himself in Long Island Estate's living room.
But on the rooftop with the snow covering the ground and a corpse in his arms, this bright smile had a chilling effect that could freeze one's soul.
Stormfront's wild smile froze.
A chill that was stronger than a broken leg suddenly rushed up her spine.
She suddenly discovered that things did not seem to develop according to the script she expected.
She didn't seem to awaken a god who broke free from Shackles, but instead unleashed a demon who couldn't communicate at all.
"You..."
Even though he was prepared to die, Stormfront still subconsciously stepped back a little.
John put away his smile.
He gently laid the fake Lynn flat on the clean snow, and then slowly stood up.
Bang!
The thick concrete floor of the rooftop instantly collapsed into a huge deep pit, and the figure of John disappeared directly from the place.
Stormfront felt her eyes blurred. Before the instinctive biological force field could fully open up, a cold hand had already tightly grasped her face.
This hand carried a terrifying power that made people despair. It directly pressed her head and slammed her whole body from mid-air to the ground of the rooftop.
Rumble.
The whole building was shaking violently.
Stormfront's back smashed the thick cement layer, and John pressed his head and plowed a deep ravine dozens of meters long on the floor. The roots of the steel bars broke and gravel flew into the sky.
Stormfront let out a shrill scream, and the Superpower she was so proud of was like a layer of tissue paper in front of John, which was torn to pieces in an instant.
John said nothing.
He looked expressionlessly at the woman below him who was still vomiting blood, and stepped on her chest with one foot.
Along with the muffled sound of broken bones, Stormfront's chest suddenly collapsed.
She wanted to release plasma lightning, but John didn't give her any chance.
John bent down, stretched out his hands, and grabbed the two arms of Stormfront.
No fancy tricks used by Superpower, just pure physical power.
It was like he was dealing with a disgusting rag doll, exerting force outwards with an expressionless expression.
The sound of muscle tearing was extremely harsh in the cold wind.
Stormfront let out a desperate cry in severe pain, and his eyes nearly bulged out.
The two arms, together with the flesh and blood of the shoulders, were forcefully torn off and thrown to the side in the snow.
Blood gushes out like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding white snow into a shocking scarlet.
John looked at Stormfront twitching in a pool of blood, with no mercy in his eyes.
He raised his feet and hung them above the crazy woman's head.