The sea breeze blows across the bridge, bringing a strong smell of cooked fish.
Reggie was lying on the railing, leaning half of his body to look down, sniffing, and couldn't help but look back at Lynn.
"Lynn, there are a lot of fish floating up from the bottom, and they smell quite fragrant. How about I make two trips and catch a few fish for dinner? Anyway, they are all cooked."
Tommy rolled his eyes on the side and unceremoniously undermined:
"Are you stupid? The light coming out of the old guy's chest is radiating. If you eat it, you won't be afraid of growing two heads tomorrow. Besides, if Kevin knows that you eat sea fish, he can hold Charlie and cry on your bedside all night."
Reggie shrank his neck, as if he thought of that scene, and quickly gave up the idea.
In mid-air, John slowly floated down, his feet firmly stepping on the ice-covered bridge.
He did not look at the man in the sea who did not know whether he was dead or alive, but walked to Lynn immediately.
The cold and cruel aura from the fight just now subsided instantly. He raised his head, Azure looked at Lynn in his eyes, and then turned to look at Black Noir who was leaning on the bridge pillar.
"I didn't kill him."
John's voice was calm, but filled with determination, "But he hurt Mr. Black Noir and his family. This is unforgivable. I just threw him into the sea to teach him a lesson."
Hearing John's words, Reggie and Tommy also put away their joking expressions and nodded vigorously.
Annie is squatting next to Black Noir, with a gentle golden light shining on her little hands, using warmth to carefully help Black Noir relieve the pain of broken bones. She also raised her head and agreed seriously with her eyes.
In this Manor, no matter how they usually fight, as long as someone dares to hurt any one of them, he is the public enemy of the entire family.
Lynn Looking at the little guy in front of him who stood up to protect his family, he felt soft in his heart.
He stretched out his hand and rubbed John's golden hair twice as usual.
"Well done."
Lynn didn't say much, these three words were the greatest affirmation.
At this moment, there was a splashing sound from the sea under the bridge.
Immediately afterwards, a heavy breathing sound came up along the concrete piers of the bridge.
A broad, rough hand, covered with water plants and fish scales, suddenly grabbed the railing at the edge of the bridge.
With a low roar, Soldier Boy rolled up from under the bridge in embarrassment and fell heavily on the bridge.
The canvas jacket he snatched from the truck has long since disappeared.
Now all he had left was the rag around his waist. His whole body was frozen blue by the cold December sea water, and there were still a few boiled dead fish scales hanging on his body. He didn't look like the arrogant tyrant at all.
The most important thing is.
Now Soldier Boy was so weak that it was difficult to even stand up. He could only hold his hands on the ground and gasp for air.
Lynn put his hands in his pockets, took a step forward, and slowly walked up to Soldier Boy.
He looked down at the once arrogant United States icon, his eyes were calm, without any mockery of a winner, only indifference.
"You have no reason to trouble us now."
Lynn's voice clearly reached Soldier Boy's ears in the cold wind.
"You came all the way here to kill Black Noir, but John just spared your life on the water. One life is worth one. This matter is completely evened."
Soldier Boy gritted his teeth and raised his head suddenly, staring at Lynn and Black Noir in the distance with his bloodshot eyes.
"Even? Those traitors pushed me to the ground and watched helplessly as the Russians took me away and tortured me for ten years in a dark ice cave! Are you telling me it's even?"
"That's your fault."
Lynn interrupted him unceremoniously, without any wavering in his tone.
"Back then, you relied on your invincibility and bullied Black Noir and your teammates like dogs, stepping on their dignity and dominating them. They sold you to Soviet Union. You deserved it. You reap what you sow. Don't pretend to be a victim. You are just paying for your own arrogance."
These words were like a sharp knife, accurately piercing the tough shell in Soldier Boy's heart that had been disguised for decades.
He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't refute a word.
Lynn did not stop, his eyes turned to John beside him.
"Edgar tells you that I raised John to be a softie who only hides behind his back and wag his tail when in trouble, right?"
Lynn looked at Soldier Boy and said calmly:
"I never used him as a tool or a weapon, nor did I ask him to be a tough guy who saved the world. I was just a qualified father who could stay with him and gave him a family to make up for his incomplete childhood."
Lynn's voice is very soft, but it carries a power that directly touches the soul.
"Without my existence and this family, he might be like a sad monster until the day he dies, kidnapping the whole world with fear, struggling to find a little bit of pitiful love in everyone's hypocrisy, and lacking love for his whole life."
Lynn stopped smiling and his eyes became extremely sharp.
"So, you, a loser who has never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father and only thinks about muscles and violence, have no right to mock what I have raised John into."
It was extremely quiet on the bridge.
There was only the sound of wind and snow blowing across the steel frame.
Soldier Boy lay stiffly on the cold ground.
His set of values that I am the best in the world and his self-righteous tough guy theory were crushed to pieces in front of Lynn's calm but heart-wrenching words.
He looked at the boy with blond hair and blue eyes not far away, and saw the unabashed dependence and trust on Lynn in the boy's eyes, and he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of emptiness in his heart.
Lynn paid no attention to this old antique on the ground who was trapped in self-doubt.
He turned around and walked towards the black SUV.
"Okay, we've seen enough of the show. Let's get in the car and go home. If we don't eat the apple pie in the thermos, the pastry will really become soft."
Upon hearing this, Reggie was the first to cheer, opened the back seat door and got in.
Annie and Kevin carefully helped Black Noir into the car, followed closely by Tommy.
John turned back and took one last look at Soldier Boy on the ground. There was no emotion in his eyes anymore, and he turned around and opened the passenger door.
The car doors closed one after another.
The black SUV started smoothly in the wind and snow, its tires ran over the broken ice on the road, and drove away from this Cross-sea Bridge without hesitation.
Only Soldier Boy was left alone, lying naked on the bridge in the biting cold wind.
He listened to the sound of the waves crashing against the bridge piers, and watched the car's taillights gradually disappearing into the wind and snow. His whole figure looked like an ice sculpture that had been completely drained of its soul.