In the kitchen of Long Island Estate, there is a faint aroma of butter and baked apples.
Lynn stood in front of the sink, washing the ceramic plates in his hands slowly.
There was still unmelted snow on Lawn outside the window, and a few gray sparrows sat on the bare branches, chirping non-stop.
There was a burst of electronic sound from the game console in the living room, mixed with the sound of Reggie and Tommy bickering over the props.
Annie sat on the carpet next to the fireplace holding a drawing board, drawing carefully with colored pencils.
Kevin sat aside and watched quietly.
And Big Golden Retriever Buddy was lying sprawled on the softest cushion on the sofa, snoring and with a bulging belly.
Everything looked the same as usual, full of that reassuring pyrotechnic atmosphere.
But Lynn's mind was not focused on this rare tranquility at this moment.
He put the washed dishes into Dish Rack, took the dry towel next to him and wiped his hands, but his mind was no longer on Long Island.
He was thinking about what state of mind Benjamin should be in now.
After being locked up in a dark underground laboratory and tortured for decades, he finally escaped, only to find that his former teammates had either betrayed him or were dead.
Even his own son disowned him.
I finally convinced myself to let go of everything and integrate into the big family, but I learned that the woman I loved most was brutally murdered by this family.
It sounds really miserable.
Benjamin is now like a lone wolf lost in the steel jungle, full of confusion and at a loss.
People in this state are actually on the edge of a thought of gods and demons.
If left alone, the grievances and anger accumulated in his heart will make him lose his reason and judgment.
Once someone adds fuel to the flames with malicious intent, the consequences will be unimaginable.
But the same principle applies.
If someone could grab him at this time and untie his knot, he would just be a grumpy old man eager to chop wood in the yard and eat hot meals.
Lynn sighed, walked to the sink and poured himself a glass of warm water.
Gotta find him.
You have to explain things clearly to him face to face, at least to pull him back from the edge of the emotional cliff where he can lose control at any time.
Thinking of this, Lynn's eyes gradually became deeper, and a rare coldness flashed through his eyes.
He held the water glass and looked at the tiny ripples on the water. The face of Stan Edgar, always wearing a false smile, came to his mind.
For a long time in the past, Lynn actually didn't want to deal with this capitalist.
Edgar's previous small actions, whether it was forming the New Vanguard Camp Lisai people or using various means to suppress him, to put it bluntly, they were all based on the check and balance mentality of the superior.
At that time, Edgar was just afraid that Lynn and John would escape the company's control, and wanted to hold on to these two trump cards.
In order to provide the children with a relatively relaxed and healthy growing environment, Lynn has always chosen to be patient and give in, just like playing house with Edgar.
But it's different now.
Since the death of Stormfront, Edgar's behavior has completely changed.
From bringing Stormfront back to life, to awakening Benjamin, to now a series of secret calculations against Long Island Estate.
Edgar is no longer satisfied with control, what he wants is destruction.
He wants to use the out-of-control power of Benjamin to completely wipe out Lynn and these uncontrolled children, and then use those obedient monster soldiers to establish a new order that belongs entirely to him.
Benjamin is the number one nemesis of all Supe who have been injected with Compound V. Others don't know this, but Edgar cannot possibly not know it.
If Edgar is allowed to find Benjamin first and uses any tricks or lies to stimulate the veteran's fragile nerves, the consequences will be disastrous.
This hidden danger cannot be allowed to exist any longer.
Lynn took a sip of warm water and let the warm liquid flow down his throat and into his stomach.
At this moment, he sentenced Stan Edgar to death in his heart.
But the meal must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be walked step by step.
Lynn put down the water glass, casually untied his apron, and hung it on a hook beside him.
There are many ways to solve Edgar, but the most important thing right now is to bring back the lost and grumpy old man.
There was a slight sound of footsteps on the stairs.
John, wearing a loose sweatshirt, stepped on soft wool slippers and walked down.
He had just taken an ugly photo of the sleeping Buddy with Polaroid on the second floor, and was about to take it to show off, but he was keenly aware of the change in Lynn's mood.
John stopped at the top of the stairs, tilted his head, and looked at Lynn with his blue eyes.
"Are you in trouble?"
John's voice is very calm.
"It's not really a problem."
Lynn turned around, looked at the boy, and his tone regained the gentleness that made people feel like spring breeze.
He walked over, reached out and rubbed John's blond hair that felt good to the touch.
"We have to go out for a while."
Lynn said, "Go and find some old guy who may be hiding in a corner and throwing a tantrum."
John stood at the top of the stairs. After hearing Lynn's plan, he immediately put Polaroid down.
He has no interest in whether Benjamin lives or dies.
But since Lynn is going out, he has to follow.
"I'll go with you."
John walked down the last few steps and said, "New York is so big. If the old man got into some sewer, it would take too much time to find it."
Lynn was just about to say that he could go by himself, but John had already turned around and fixed his eyes on the golden ball of fur on the sofa in the living room.
"Bring Buddy."
John strode over and said, "It has a good nose, which is perfect for that old man who smells like cigars."
On the sofa, Buddy was sleeping with his back stretched out, his belly bulging with the sound of snoring.
Manor's food has been so good lately that he has obviously gained weight again.
John walked over, pinched the fur on the back of Buddy's neck, and lifted it into the air effortlessly.
Buddy The fat on the belly fell instantly, and the whole dog was stretched.
"Wow..."
It groaned in a daze, and kicked its four legs subconsciously twice in mid-air.
John frowned and used his arms to shake the fat dog, which weighed nearly a hundred kilograms, several times in mid-air.
"Don't sleep, get up and work."
Buddy opened his eyes suddenly, saw clearly the person holding him, then looked at the suspended ground, and immediately screamed.
"John! Put me down!"
Buddy fluttered violently in mid-air, "I was dreaming about eating steak! You ruined my lunch!"
John ignored its protest and even raised it higher in a playful manner.
"There are leftovers in the refrigerator. Now, use your dog nose to help us find someone."
John looked at it expressionlessly.
"I'm a family member, not a police dog! Big dog chew chew chew!"
Buddy was so angry that he turned around and bit John's wrist.
"... You're tired of living, aren't you?"
John didn't even leave a white mark on his wrist. He didn't even hide, letting Buddy go crazy.
Lynn stood aside and watched this scene, and the cold feeling in his heart because of Edgar dissipated a lot unconsciously.
The noisy noise at home always makes people feel at ease.
"Okay John, put it down."
Lynn walked over and patted the dog's head, "Buddy, help us find Benjamin. I'll give you a double portion of the barbecue steak tonight."
As soon as he heard the double portion of barbecue steak, Buddy immediately let go of his mouth.
It landed steadily when John let go and shook the long hair on its body.
"You should have told me earlier, Lynn is more reasonable than you."
Buddy pretended to kick John with his hind legs, then looked at Lynn, "Look for that old gangster, right? As long as he doesn't bury himself, I can dig him out."
On the carpet, Reggie and Tommy put down their game controllers and came over.
"Lynn Director, are we going to help?"
Reggie held on to his sunglasses, looking ready to sprint at any time.
"You guys stay at home and help Annie put away the drawing board and don't dirty the carpet."
Lynn put on his coat, "There are people outside watching us, don't run around."
The two little guys looked at each other and nodded honestly.
Pushing open the door of the villa, a gust of cold wind blew in.
Buddy rushed to the front like a real Hound, sniffing everywhere with its nose pressed against the floor tiles.