Lynn ignored Benjamin's irritability. He took two steps forward and calmly looked at the veteran with evasive eyes and full of anger.
"I don't like to see other people's jokes, Benjamin."
Lynn's voice was very steady, with a calming power, "I came here because you still don't even know who you are sad for."
Benjamin stared at Lynn, his chest heaving violently.
"Edgar invited her out just to check and balance me."
Lynn looked at the fire dancing on the sewer wall and said slowly, "He feels that John and I are out of the company's control, so he needs an obedient mad dog to cause us some trouble."
Benjamin gritted his teeth and said nothing.
"But Stormfront is not only a mad dog, but also a greedy madman."
Lynn's tone was still gentle, "She is not satisfied with just checking and balancing me at all. She wants to get rid of all the children in the Manor, and then monopolize John. She wants to brainwash your son into a perfect weapon to realize her dream of Supe ruling all mankind and eliminate all people of color in the world."
Hearing this, Benjamin was stunned for a moment and clenched his fists subconsciously.
He understood the fanaticism in that woman's bones, but he didn't expect that she would target John and Long Island Estate.
No, he should have thought of it.
"But she suffered a lot at my place."
Lynn continued, "Edgar saw her incompetence, and in order to completely drive John crazy, or to use John's hand to get rid of Stormfront, To sell my favor, Edgar found a Transfiguration person to look like me, and then asked Stormfront to kill the fake Lynn in front of John."
John stood aside, hearing this past event, a hint of violence still flashed in his blue eyes.
Even though the incident has passed, recalling the illusion that he had lost Lynn still made him want to drag Stormfront out of hell and burn it to ashes.
"John broke out and beat her until she could only breathe."
Lynn looked into Benjamin's eyes and shattered the last illusion in his heart, "In the end, I asked Black Noir to go up and make up the final blow. This is the whole truth. The woman you miss only wants to step on your son's flesh and blood to fulfill her nc dream."
The only sound left in the sewer was the gurgling sound of water.
Benjamin Standing under the dim light, his whole figure seemed to have been drained of strength.
The phantom of love that still existed in his mind decades ago was shattered into pieces in Lynn's calm narrative.
He always thought that he was an avenger who valued love and justice, but in the end, in the eyes of Edgar and Stormfront, he was not even a chess piece, just a joke that could be discarded at any time.
This sense of frustration caused by the collapse of his faith was even more uncomfortable for him than being pushed to the ground and beaten by John.
"In the past few days, Edgar has created a kind of New Compound, creating a group of monsters in the slums."
Lynn didn't give Benjamin much time to feel sorry for himself, and directly threw out the current troubles.
"He is looking for you all over the world, because your ability is just right to restrain those things, and then he will use your hand to deal with us."
Benjamin raised his head, his eyes a little dull.
"If I were you, I wouldn't continue to squat in this smelly sewer, waiting for someone to find you like a lost wild dog."
John snorted coldly and turned his face away.
Buddy shook his hair at the right moment and shook off the dirty water from Benjamin's trouser legs.
"Listen to the old gangster... ugh... Backyard There is still half a pile of firewood that has not been chopped... ugh... The fireplace is burning fast these days, and there is not much stock left."
Buddy stuck out his tongue, "Lynn said we would eat barbecue steak tonight... ugh... if you don't go back to work... ugh... I will reluctantly take over your share of the meat."
Benjamin lowered his head and glanced at the Big Golden Retriever with a face full of need, and then at Lynn and John standing not far away.
I was full of confusion and anger, but suddenly it felt like a deflated ball amid Lynn's calm explanation and Buddy's unceremonious urging.
He had been in the dark for too long, he just wanted a sense of recognition and was just wanted to be supported by others.
Benjamin turned his head and glanced at the Little Turtles behind him who were still staring at the ground eagerly. Then he bent down, picked up the half piece of pizza that he had thrown away, and threw it into the arms of Michelangelo tied with an orange cloth strip.
Michelangelo hurriedly caught the half piece of pizza that was still warm, with a big and honest smile on his green face.
"Thank you, bad-tempered uncle."
Benjamin looked at these little monsters and rubbed his rough hands on his trouser legs twice.
His voice still had the same hard and rough tone, but it was obviously less irritable and violent than before.
"I don't have time to waste time in this smelly ditch with you today."
Benjamin put his hands back into the pockets of his tattered sweatshirt, "When I come back next time, I will bring you endless pizza, hot and topped with double cheese and black pepper beef."
The eyes of several Little Turtles suddenly lit up, and even the Raphael who was tied with a red cloth strip and usually had the bad temper couldn't help but swallow a gulp of saliva.
John rolled his eyes aside, he sneered at any behavior of Benjamin.
Buddy snorted, urging it to leave this place where it could spit out its lunch at any time.
Lynn nodded, turned around and prepared to lead this group of troublemakers back to Long Island.
"Please wait a moment, sir."
In the shadow, the upright Big Rat covered in dark red rag strips suddenly took two steps forward and called out to Lynn in an old but very calm voice.
Lynn stopped and looked back at this Big Rat.
Splinter has lived for a long time. Although he has been hiding in the dark, he has a keen intuition like a beast.
He could see that the people present were vaguely centered on the young man in casual clothes in front of him.
In this human world, this man definitely has an extraordinary right to speak.
"I can sense that you are not the kind of person who is blinded by prejudice."
Splinter leaned on the small wooden stick that served as a crutch in his hand and lowered his head slightly, "If it's convenient for you, I hope I can ask you for a favor."
Lynn looked at it and motioned for it to continue talking.
Splinter sighed and glanced softly at the four Little Turtles beside him who were still drooling over the pizza.
"These four children are growing up too fast, and their body structures are getting closer and closer to humans."
Splinter waved his mouse paw,
"Although I can teach them some self-defense techniques and survival principles, I am a mouse after all. The way my bones exert force and the movement trajectory are completely different from theirs."
It raised its head, its eyes showing the sincerity and worry of an elder.
"I hope you can help prepare some suitable weapons for them, either swords or sticks. If possible... I also hope to find them a teacher who truly understands human fighting skills. In this dangerous city, they need to be able to protect themselves."