The apple pie exuded a strong aroma of cinnamon, and Lynn placed the freshly baked baking sheet firmly on the kitchen island.
Black Noir strode to the low table in the corner of the living room, pulled a sketchbook from Annie's painting supplies roughly, and grabbed a black marker.
When the pen tip landed on the paper, it made an uncontrollable harsh friction sound.
Lynn took a clean rag and wiped his hands, looking at Black Noir quietly.
He could feel that Black Noir's breathing under the mask had been completely disrupted, and the panic coming from his bones could not be hidden at all.
Oh no.
Black Noir tore off the page, walked to the kitchen in two steps, and stuffed it into Lynn's hands.
Black text on white paper, the strokes appear a little distorted due to excessive force Transfiguration.
There is a short sentence written on it:
Take your family and leave quickly.
Lynn glanced at the words on the paper, then looked up at Black Noir.
He didn't immediately ask why, nor did he show any panic.
"Black Noir."
Lynn's voice was very smooth, as natural as asking him to come over for lunch.
He stretched out his hand and gently pressed the piece of paper, "Since you have sat at this family's dining table and eaten, you should know the rules here. No matter what trouble is caused by Vought International or elsewhere, we should all face it together."
Black Noir shook his head desperately, shaking his head like a rattle.
This kind of words may be useful to other enemies, but this time is different.
It was a nightmare where I couldn't communicate or reason at all.
He grabbed the marker again, but because his fingers were shaking so much, the thick marker even fell to the ground once.
He bent down to pick it up and almost frantically wrote a line of big words in the sketchbook.
After finishing writing, he raised the notebook and held it in front of Lynn's eyes.
On the paper it says:
The biological father of John is Soldier Boy.
He's back.
Black Noir stared hard into Lynn's eyes, waiting to see shock, fear, and even despair on the face of this man who was always calm and unhurried.
Because that was the ultimate tyrant who ruled the entire Vought International decades ago, and was the shadow in the hearts of all Supes, not to mention that he was also the biological father of John.
However, Black Noir was disappointed.
There was no wave in Lynn's eyes, and he didn't even blink his eyelids.
He knows almost all the plot, and naturally also knows what Soldier Boy is.
I just didn't expect that Edgar that old fox would dig this old antique out of Russia's ice hole so quickly.
"I know."
Lynn sighed, his tone was so calm that it was incredible, "Then what?"
Black Noir was frozen in place.
He couldn't understand why Lynn could still be so calm.
He slowly turned his head and glanced at the sunny living room.
Reggie and Tommy were still bickering about the game console handle. Annie was sleeping soundly on the sofa, Buddy was snoring, and John was sitting by the window quietly flipping through the picture album. The sun shone on the blond boy's body, making him look so clean.
Everything in this house is so warm, bright and full of fireworks.
Black Noir looked away and did not write any more words.
He turned around silently, walked towards the entrance, picked up his tactical backpack that had never been used much, and put it on his shoulders.
His movements were quick, showing a sense of haste.
Just like a victim of domestic violence, the moment he heard the devil's name, the only thought left in his mind was to run away.
Lynn didn't stop him.
Lynn looked at Black Noir's back and thought that this man whose spine was completely broken by Soldier Boy just instinctively wanted to find a safe haven.
After all, in Lynn's memory, Black Noir in the original book was indeed frightened and ran away and hid in an abandoned pizza shop after learning that Soldier Boy had returned.
"If you feel scared, just go out and hide for a while. After the things here are dealt with, remember to come back for dinner."
Lynn looked at him and explained in a gentle tone.
Black Noir's back paused slightly, but he did not look back.
He pushed open the Manor thick security door and walked into the still chilly winter wind outside.
The door was closed with a slight click.
In anyone's opinion, this usually taciturn top security guard had been frightened by a name and left the family behind to run for his life alone.
However, when Black Noir walked out of the Manor's door and stepped on the driveway leading outside, he did not go to the underground Safe House that could provide shelter, nor did he look for any hiding corner.
He slowly stretched out his hand and pulled out the black Military Dagger from the tactical leggings on the outside of his thigh.
The cold wind blew through his mask, and his hand holding the knife gradually stopped shaking, replaced by a sense of calm.
He stepped forward, facing the wind, and walked straight towards the New York coastline.
He silently said to himself in his heart, that is a madman, a beast that only knows revenge.
As long as he takes the initiative to show up and die in the hands of that madman, then this Payback drama will come to an end completely.
As long as he is dead, the monster will have no reason to come to Lynn again, nor will he step into the warm Manor that is filled with the aroma of apple pie.