"Okay, stop staring at the TV and come over and have some snacks."
Lynn brought the plate to the dining table and casually took off his apron.
Reggie and Tommy dropped the game controllers in their hands almost at the same time and rushed towards the restaurant.
Reggie relied on his speed to directly seize the middle position with a sliding step. He picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. As a result, he was burned by the hot jam and gasped for air.
Even if he was burned countless times, he still had no memory.
Annie rubbed his eyes and got up from the sofa and walked slowly to the dining table.
Holding her own portion of apple pie, she turned her head and glanced in the direction of the studio, which was empty.
"Where did Mr. Lynn, Black Noir go?"
Annie took a bite of the apple pie and asked with some confusion.
When eating snacks, Black Noir is always sitting in the corner, but he is never absent.
"He has some personal matters. Let's go out and get some fresh air."
Lynn took a sip of the warm water at hand and pointed to the kitchen countertop, "Leave him the largest piece and put it in the incubator for him to eat when he comes back in the evening."
Annie nodded obediently and ran to put the biggest apple pie neatly away.
Lynn looked at the group of little guys on the dining table who were eating with their mouths full of oil, and gently clapped his hands twice.
The crisp slaps made the restaurant instantly quiet, and even Buddy, who was snoring, pricked up his ears.
"Okay, don't be in a hurry to eat. I want to tell you something."
Lynn's tone was still very gentle, but with a kind of majesty unique to everyone, "Everyone is in a state of preparation for war. Later, there may be a guest who is not very polite and wants to knock on the door."
Reggie was still chewing apple chunks in his mouth and asked vaguely, "Who are they? Vought International Those bastards in suits?"
"It's not Vought International, it's an old antique named Soldier Boy."
Lynn's eyes turned to John who was sitting next to him, and his tone was very calm, "If biologically speaking, this old guy is your biological father."
John The hand holding the fork stopped in mid-air.
There was no shock, no expectation, or even a trace of unnecessary excitement in his Azure eyes.
He just frowned slightly, and his eyes suddenly became a little cold, as if he heard that a troublesome dirty thing was coming to stain the carpet in his house.
"He shouldn't be here."
John's voice was a little deep, "If he dares to break anything here, I will twist his head off."
"Don't be careless, this guest is not that easy to deal with."
Lynn reached out and rubbed John's golden hair, calmed the little monster's emotions, and then disclosed the information to everyone,
"This guy has been sleeping in Russia's Basement for so many years. His body is very strong. If we really go head-to-head, his physical fitness is similar to that of the current John. It is even slightly stronger. After all, John is only nine years old now and has not fully grown."
Hearing this, Tommy and Reggie looked at each other, their faces showing a bit of solemnity.
A monster that can compete physically with John is definitely not something they can deal with casually.
"The most troublesome thing is that he was subjected to experiments and was able to shoot an energy cannon with high-intensity radiation from his chest."
Lynn continued, his voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly,
"That kind of beam not only has high temperature, but also has the most disgusting effect, which is that it can permanently eliminate Superpower. If it is hit, the skills you are proud of will completely disappear and you will become ordinary people."
The air in the hall suddenly became cold.
Eliminating Superpower is simply more terrifying than death for all the children present.
Reggie even swallowed subconsciously and shrank back on the back of the chair.
Looking at the tense faces of these little guys, Lynn suddenly smiled.
"But you don't have to be too afraid of him."
Lynn changed the topic and his tone became relaxed, as if he was evaluating a clumsy clown, "This old guy has the biggest weakness, which is that his mobility is too poor, and his two legs can move slower than an oxcart."
Lynn leaned on the chair and uttered a big joke, "At his speed, even if I go out to scan for a shared bicycle, he can't catch up with me if he runs behind me."
Although the children have never heard of shared bicycles, they immediately get the impression of the slow pace of old-fashioned bicycles.
Reggie was the first one who couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing, and Tommy also grinned.
The oppressive feeling of being faced with a formidable enemy just now was completely resolved by Lynn's words in an understatement.
"If he really comes later, Reggie will be responsible for roaming and harassing, Tommy and Annie will provide remote cover, and John will find opportunities to suppress him. Remember, don't force the light on his chest."
Lynn simply assigned the task, "Okay, let's continue eating. After eating, go and take the snow plowing tools in the yard back to the storage room."
"Me, me." Kevin raised his hand weakly and pointed at Goldfish Charlie.
"Just you two are responsible for cheering us up. If we are in danger, you take us to escape."
Lynn pats Kevin's little head.
Kevin scratched his head and nodded heavily.
The atmosphere in the Manor became relaxed again, and the sound of knives and forks hitting the plate sounded again.
In this house filled with the aroma of apple pie, no one thought how scary the snowstorm outside was.
At the same time, on a coastal road more than ten kilometers away.
The cold wind mixed with the salty smell of sea water raged on the road.
A heavy-duty pickup truck loaded with cargo was speeding. The driver had a cigarette in his mouth, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and slamming the door with the other hand following Rock music on the car radio.
Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes, and the tires dragged two long black marks on the asphalt road, making a piercing scream.
"You are looking for death!"
The driver rolled down the window and cursed.
In the middle of the road, a tall and burly man was walking.
The man's lower body was casually wrapped with a piece of colorless rag, and he walked barefoot on the icy road.
Not only did he not give way, he stopped, turned his head, and stared at the driver in the driver's seat with a dead look.
That's Soldier Boy.
He strode to the front of the pickup truck, without saying anything, he directly raised his thick fist and slammed it on the hood of the pickup truck.
There was a loud bang.
The front of the several-ton pickup truck instantly sunk into a huge deep hole, and the heavy engine was directly smashed through the chassis, emitting a large stream of acrid black smoke.
The entire rear part of the car suddenly tilted up due to this terrifying force, and then hit the ground heavily.
The driver was so dizzy when the airbag deployed that he rolled and fell out of the car, lying on the ground shaking like a sieve.
Soldier Boy didn't even look at him.
He walked to the back of the car, tore open the iron sheet of the cargo box with one hand, pulled out a shabby canvas jacket full of engine oil smell, and wrapped it roughly around his scarred upper body.
He turned his neck, cracked his knuckles, and continued to stride in the direction of Long Island.
On the only way from New York to Long Island, there is an old Cross-sea Bridge.
There are usually very few vehicles passing here, and with the heavy snowfall of the past few days, the entire bridge is now empty, with only the howling cold wind shuttling between the steel frames, making a dull sound.
Black Noir stood quietly at the wind outlet of the bridge.
Like a sculpture.
He did not run to find a deserted corner to hide, as Lynn thought.
He walked all the way here just to stop that nightmare at this inevitable intersection.
Black Noir lowered his head and looked at the black dagger in his hand.
This knife has followed him in assassinating countless dignitaries and Supe, but in the past six months, it has spent most of its time in Long Island Estate's kitchen, used to peel potatoes or help Annie cut drawing paper.
A hint of deep nostalgia flashed through the eyes under the mask.
He thought of the warm fireplace in the living room, the sound of Buddy snoring, and the apple pie in the kitchen thermos that must belong to him.
That was the first time in decades of his life that he felt that he was a living person instead of a cold weapon.
So he can't retreat.
He knew how cruel that madman was. If that madman stepped into the Manor, all the warmth would be torn to pieces.
As long as he dies in the hands of this madman, this revenge may be over, and the Manor will be safe.
Black Noir took a deep breath of cold air, forced those beautiful pictures to the deepest part of his heart, and then slowly raised his head.
At the other end of the bridge, the tall figure wearing a worn canvas jacket had slowly walked out of the snowy mist.
A few hundred meters away, Soldier Boy stopped.
He looked at the heavily armed and motionless black figure at the bridge. He was stunned for a moment, and then he only felt arrogant.
He took out a cigarette that he found somewhere from his jacket pocket, lowered his head, bit it in his mouth, and lit it with a windproof lighter.
After taking a deep breath, he looked at Black Noir across from him across the wind and snow with a look of scrutiny and contempt.
"I knew that only you Mute Dog, who doesn't bark, would come to a place like this to die."
Soldier Boy moved his broad shoulders and stepped onto the bridge step by step.
Black Noir didn't take even half a step back. He was still breathing heavily behind the mask, but the hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.
He clenched the black dagger with his backhand, facing the tyrant of the old era who could easily tear him into pieces, and slowly lowered his body's center of gravity.