Siberia The cold wind flowed straight into the underground passage along the heavy metal door.
Soldier Boy spit out the half-smoked cigarette butt on the frozen cement floor and casually crushed it with the soles of his bare feet.
Even though it was a spark that was still burning, he seemed to feel no pain at all.
You could say he has no quality, he even knows how to crush cigarette butts.
Let's say he has quality, he just throws cigarette butts everywhere.
"Let's go, take me to see what the hell United States, ruled by you weaklings, has become now."
He wrapped up the ill-fitting military coat casually and strode out of the passage.
The arrogant aura about him made the Russia soldiers with guns on both sides involuntarily move out of the way.
Edgar stood there and looked at his back without saying a word. He just made a gesture to the officer Russia next to him who was still holding his neck and breathing heavily, indicating that the balance payment would be paid as usual.
For Edgar, as long as the knife can kill people, it doesn't matter if he has a bad temper.
Duke tugged at the corner of Edgar's clothes with some fear, while Marge still stared at Soldier Boy's back with the cold eyes of a little beast, seeming to be mentally evaluating how many moves he could take on him if they really got into a fight.
The other side of the earth.
New York Long Island ushered in the first morning after the heavy snow.
The sun penetrates the thick clouds and shines on the snow on the roof of the Manor, reflecting a clean and warm white light.
In the bedroom on the second floor, John turned over on the soft bed.
The heating in the room is very strong, and the quilt is filled with the dry smell of sunlight, which makes people don't want to open their eyes at all.
He closed his eyes and habitually relaxed his hearing a little.
The sound of ham frying in a pan could be heard from downstairs, and the rich aroma of melted butter flowed along the cracks in the stairs and into the bedroom on the second floor.
Then there was Reggie's iconic complaint sound because he couldn't grab the TV remote control, and Buddy scratching the door with his claws to go out to use the toilet.
Everything is fresh and full of life.
John opened his eyes suddenly, and a trace of relief flashed in Azure's eyes.
The feeling of panic and suffocation that was about to overwhelm him yesterday on the Manhattan rooftop was completely dissipated until he heard these noisy fireworks at this moment.
As long as Lynn is still making breakfast in the kitchen, the world is stable for him.
He quickly put on the gray housecoat, without even wearing slippers, and ran downstairs with his bare feet on the thick wool carpet.
In the kitchen on the first floor, Lynn is wearing an apron and holding a wooden spatula in his hand, turning over the fried eggs in the pan.
The ham slices on the plate next to it have been fried until the edges are slightly burnt, exuding an attractive aroma of fat.
Black Noir was standing on the other side of the sink, holding a pair of small scissors that he found somewhere in his hand, and was very focused on pruning a pot of succulents on the windowsill.
He was wearing a mask so his expression couldn't be seen, but the way he looked at the scissors carefully pointing at a dead leaf made him even more devoted than he was in previous assassination missions.
"Go wash up and then come over and serve the dishes."
Lynn didn't look back, just heard the slight footsteps coming from the stairs, and gave an instruction casually.
John raised a big smile at the corner of his mouth, agreed abruptly, turned around and ran into the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, the long dining table was filled with food.
The toast is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, sandwiched with crispy ham on the edges, a half-boiled omelette and a piece of fresh lettuce, with a cup of steaming sweet milk on the side.
Reggie and Tommy almost got into a fight under the dining table over who could eat the biggest and burnt looking piece of ham.
Tommy even secretly used Telekinesis to try to move the meat on Reggie's plate, but Reggie quickly held it down with a fork.
Annie covered his forehead helplessly, Kevin looked at the two of them sillyly.
John came over, pulled out the chair and sat down.
He picked up his sandwich without ceremony, opened his mouth and took a big bite.
The half-cooked egg yolk mixed with the salty aroma of ham explodes in your mouth, and it tastes great.
Lynn came out with the last two plates of sandwiches, and knocked Reggie and Tommy on the head, and the commotion on the dining table calmed down.
"Don't rush to play games after eating."
Lynn pulled out the main chair and sat down, took a sip of the black coffee at hand, and glanced at the group of little monsters who were feasting, "Now that the snow has stopped, my task this morning is to clean up the snow in the yard."
Reggie Upon hearing this, the ham in his mouth immediately lost its flavor, and he started wailing with a grimace.
"Lynn, so much snow will be exhausting! Let John sweep it around with Heat Vision and it will melt, or let Tommy throw all the snow outside the yard with Telekinesis."
"Shut up and put away your lazy Superpower."
Lynn put down the coffee cup and said in an unmistakable tone, "Use a shovel, one for each person, to shovel out the driveway and the path in the front yard. If anyone dares to use his power secretly, he will not get a share of the fried chicken at noon."
Tommy originally wanted to agree with Reggie, but as soon as he heard about fried chicken, he immediately closed his mouth obediently, lowered his head and ate the sandwich.
John bit into the sandwich and looked at Reggie's lifeless look, and couldn't help laughing.
He thinks this is good.
Just like a normal kid, eat breakfast, put on gloves, grab a shovel, go to work in the snow, sweat a little, and then wait for the fried chicken at noon.
After breakfast, the door to the Manor's storage room was opened.
Several tightly wrapped little guys, wearing colorful woolen hats and thick gloves, each dragging a large snow shovel about their height, lined up and walked into the white snow in the front yard.
Buddy excitedly opened the way ahead, creating a crooked dog track in the snow nest.
Lynn stood on the steps of the corridor, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.
He watched Reggie shoveling snow all over the sky while complaining, watching John and Tommy arguing seriously over how to plan the snow shoveling route, and even Black Noir took the biggest snow shovel and silently cleared the snow on the driveway.
The air outside is very cold, but taking a deep breath makes people feel extremely awake and at ease.
At the same time, on the other side of the ocean, Vought flew to United States on the private jet.
The original smell of vanilla essential oil in the cabin has been completely covered by the strong smell of tobacco and the spicy smell of Whiskey.
Soldier Boy Damascus leaned back on the leather sofa, his thick military coat casually open, revealing the staggered scars on his chest.
He was holding an exquisite crystal wine glass in his hand, looking at the amber liquid inside, and frowning so hard that he could kill a fly.
"This is all a girly thing."
He muttered, raised his head, drank Whiskey in the cup in one gulp, chewing the ice cubes in it loudly, and then swallowed it into his stomach together.
Stan Edgar, who was sitting opposite, was not angry, nor did he try to stop this old gangster from ruining the famous wine. He just kept a gentle smile.
Duke and Marge hid far away and sat in the corner at the other end of the cabin.
Duke was so scared that he didn't even dare to eat snacks and huddled himself in the innermost part of the sofa.
Although Marge did not show any fear, he also remained silent rarely and just stared at Soldier Boy's every move with his peripheral vision.
The plane passed through the clouds, and the New York coastline appeared outside the window.
Soldier Boy threw the empty wine glass on the carpet and moved his tall body to the window, looking at the tall buildings below and the huge billboards that shone with dazzling light even in the daytime.
"I haven't been back for so many years. This place has become more and more fancy."
Soldier Boy sneered and blew out a mouthful of turbid smoke.