The black off-road vehicle pushed through the snow and parked steadily in Long Island Estate's garage.
The rolling shutter door of the garage slowly lowered, completely blocking out the wind and snow and the bloody schemes belonging to Manhattan.
Lynn opened the door and walked out, patting a little bit of falling snow on his shoulder.
The Gray Cashmere Scarf around his neck is still neatly tied, giving off a warm texture in this cold winter.
John got off the passenger seat and followed Lynn without saying a word.
The gray sweatshirt on his body was somewhat damaged, torn off by the strong wind when he broke the sound barrier in the sky at a speed exceeding the limit.
There were still a few drops of dried dark red blood on the hem and cuffs of the sweatshirt.
"Go to the second floor to change your clothes and take a hot shower. If you go to the living room like this, that big speaker Reggie will make the whole room noisy."
Lynn walked to the security door leading to the living room, did not look back, and just explained in a natural tone.
John lowered his head and looked at the blood stains on his body, nodded obediently, his body turned into a very slight afterimage, and he went directly to the second floor along the spare stairs next to the garage without making any unnecessary noise.
Lynn opened the door and walked into the first floor of the villa.
The rich warmth rushes towards you.
The living room was so busy that it looked like a vegetable market.
Reggie and Tommy were sitting cross-legged on the carpet. Both of them were holding a handful of playing cards that they had pulled out from nowhere, and their faces were covered with white notes.
Buddy This Big Golden Retriever is wearing a funny paper hat that someone put on it, and is lying next to it, yawning boredly.
Annie is sitting on the single sofa, holding a picture album in his hand, smiling and watching the two live treasures bickering on the carpet.
Kevin was lying next to a constant-temperature water tank not far away, tapping the glass regularly, trying to teach his Goldfish Charlie to learn Morse code.
Hearing the sound of the door knocking, everyone turned their heads.
"Lynn! You are finally back!"
Reggie threw away the bad cards in his hand, and the note on his face flickered with his movements, "Tommy, this cunning guy must have used Telekinesis to peek at my cards. I lost fifteen hands in a row!"
"That's because you are too stupid. You are willing to admit defeat and don't make excuses for yourself."
Tommy raised his chin proudly.
Lynn Looking at the warmth of chicken feathers here, the remaining coldness on the Manhattan rooftop completely disappeared.
He took off the Gray Cashmere Scarf from around his neck, carefully hung it on the coat rack in the entrance, and then took off his dark black coat.
"Okay, let's clean up the carpet. I agreed to make tomato stewed beef brisket for you at noon. Go wash some big tomatoes on the island in the kitchen."
Lynn rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and walked towards the kitchen.
As soon as he heard that there was a big dinner, Reggie cheered, gathered the playing cards on the carpet into a pile as quickly as possible, and pulled Tommy and ran to the kitchen.
Not long after, slight footsteps came from the stairs on the second floor.
John put on a clean off-white home clothes, her hair was still wet, she had obviously just taken a shower.
He walked down the stairs, instead of going to the living room to participate in the chat between Annie and Kevin, he went straight to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Lynn is standing in front of the sink processing the fresh beef brisket.
The blade cuts through the beef with the texture of snowflakes, making a muffled sound that makes people feel at ease.
At the sink, Reggie was diligently washing several large red tomatoes, while Tommy was handing the washed tomatoes to Lynn.
John walked to Lynn and looked at the chopping board quietly.
For some reason, when he saw Lynn raising and lowering his knife, and looking at the red and white raw beef on the chopping board, his mind suddenly flashed through the scene of the fake who looked exactly like Lynn on the rooftop of Manhattan having his neck broken and falling down.
The panic and fear that penetrated deep into my bones had not completely dissipated.
If what happened on the rooftop today is true.
If this person who was cutting meat with his head down and who disliked Reggie for not washing vegetables really disappeared, he really didn't know what he would do.
Maybe this world won't even be able to see the sun tomorrow morning.
John did not speak, but silently stretched out his hand, took a washed tomato from Tommy's hand, took another knife, stood next to Lynn and started cutting into pieces.
He cut very seriously.
Every time you cut it, the tomato pieces are almost the same size.
"If you cut it into too large a piece, the juice will not come out easily when stewing. Cut it into smaller pieces."
Lynn didn't even raise his head. He just glanced at the tomatoes on John's cutting board with the corner of his eye and corrected him casually.
This sentence is very plain, and even has a sense of elders ordering younger ones as a matter of course.
But just such a smoldering and critical voice, like a warm stream of water, instantly calmed down the rage and uneasiness that surged in John's heart.
John The corners of his mouth raised slightly.
That was a real smile without any haze.
"Got it."
John responded obediently, and immediately adjusted the angle of the knife blade in his hand, splitting the original tomato block into two again.
Just then, there was a soft sound from the corridor at the back door.
Black Noir opened the door and walked in.
He still looked like he had no sense of existence, and nothing was stained on his black suit.
No one would have thought that this man, who was as quiet as a shadow, had just casually ended the life of a century-old monster in the top-floor office of Vought Tower in front of the arrogant CEO.
Black Noir walked into the kitchen and looked at Lynn who was cutting meat, and then at John who was cutting tomatoes next to him.
He very consciously walked to the storage shelf in the corner, took a few round potatoes, then walked to the sink, picked up a special paring knife, and began to peel the potatoes without saying a word.
His hands are very steady, and the peeled potatoes are thin and continuous, which can be used as a textbook demonstration.
Reggie looked at Black Noir's proficient look and couldn't help but leaned over and gave a thumbs up.
After a while, the kitchen was filled with the rich and sweet aroma of fried tomatoes.
Pour large pieces of beef brisket into the cast iron pot, add warm water, and cover with a heavy lid.
The flames jumped at the bottom of the pot, and the pot soon made a gurgling boiling sound.
Steam came out little by little along the cracks in the pot lid, covering the kitchen windows with a light white mist.