Lynn listened quietly.
His eyes fell on the four Mutant Turtles, blue, red, orange, purple... cloth strips of different colors, green skin, and thick turtle shells.
A somewhat distant memory suddenly emerged clearly in his mind.
Those classic pop culture symbols from previous lives, ninjas, turtles, sewers, love for pizza... all these characteristics fit perfectly.
Vought International's Compound V is indeed a miracle full of randomness. In such a dark corner, these little guys were born by accident.
Lynn narrowed his eyes slightly.
Should we prepare weapons for them and find a fighting teacher?
In the past, this might have been a real problem.
Where can I find someone who has top fighting skills, is proficient in all kinds of cold weapons, and has no psychological barriers to this group of mutated creatures?
But now, a figure wearing a black tight-fitting suit jumped out of Lynn's mind almost instantly.
In addition to painting and making wood carvings in the Manor, the silent scavenger responsible for being a human sandbag for Reggie and the others.
In terms of fighting skills, he is a top assassination master trained by Vought International, with impeccable skills.
When it comes to weapon proficiency, he is extremely proficient in using the two Ninja Swords he carries with him and various hidden weapons.
The most important thing is that he has excellent patience that can even endure a mutated golden retriever that can talk. He is definitely a professional counterpart when teaching a few mutated turtles who love to eat pizza.
There is simply no more suitable candidate than Black Noir.
"Weapons are not difficult. I will ask someone to make a few and send them over easily. Swords, sticks or nunchucks will all work."
Lynn's tone is still gentle,
"As for the teacher, I happen to have a guy at home who doesn't talk much but is very skilled. Apart from pruning Lawn and painting recently, he just lacks some challenging work. He should get along very happily with these little guys."
Splinter Hearing this, a glimmer of gratitude flashed in the mouse eyes.
"Thank you very much for your generosity."
Lynn waved his hand and glanced at John who was kicking pebbles boredly next to him, and then glanced at Buddy who was winking crazily at Benjamin, suggesting that he should leave quickly because the dog was about to vomit.
"It's getting late, let's go."
Lynn put his hands into his coat pockets, turned around and walked towards the exit of the sewage pipe, "Everyone is still at home waiting for us to go back for dinner."
Benjamin said nothing. He looked at Lynn's back, glanced at the Little Turtles that were waving at him, and silently followed Lynn's footsteps.
The face covered with vicissitudes of life finally relaxed.
The SUV drove smoothly on the highway late at night.
The heating was turned on in the car, and the rear window deliberately left a two-finger-wide gap. The cold wind from outside rushed in, blowing the long golden hair on Buddy's face straight back.
From the moment he got in the car, this golden retriever desperately put his nose into the gap to inhale, fearing that due to the sewer smell brought by his fur, Lynn would deduct the evening barbecue steak as an excuse.
"Stop sucking."
John leaned on the car window with one hand, without looking back.
"Even if you suck the wind from the entire road into your stomach, the smell of sewer rats won't go away. When you get home later, go to Backyard and rinse it off before entering the house."
"Fart!"
Buddy screamed loudly in the back seat, "I only went into the water for work! Now in the winter, you want me to use a cold water pipe to take a shower? If I catch a cold, who will watch the door for you tomorrow?"
"You don't need to be the gatekeeper. Didn't Backyard come ready-made?"
John said smoothly, looking through the rearview mirror, he glanced at Benjamin sitting on the other side of the car.
Benjamin remained silent.
He put his hands in the pockets of his tattered sweatshirt and turned his head toward the window, feeling a little melancholy.
Looking at the beautiful bungalows with independent gardens on the roadside and the clean asphalt pavement under the street lights, he felt indescribably awkward.
He stayed in the sewer for a few days and felt that he was just an old tool that no one wanted.
Now Lynn revealed the truth in a few words and took him home, but he didn't know how to lift his feet when he entered the door.
Suddenly he had to walk into a warm and safe place, but the hard energy in his bones had nowhere to go.
The car drove all the way back to the Manor and stopped at the entrance of the villa.
The light in the living room is on.
Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can clearly see what's going on inside.
Reggie was wearing a floral shirt and spinning around in the open space of the living room on a skateboard.
Tommy was sitting on the sofa, using telekinesis to control a red apple swinging in the air, making Reggie reach out to grab it.
Annie was lying on the carpet drawing with colored pencils, while Kevin was feeding bread crumbs to his Goldfish.
The car door opened and cold air rushed over.
Benjamin got out of the car and stood under the steps, looking at the wooden door, his steps frozen in place.
"Let's go."
John turned around and glanced at him, "If you regret it now, it's still too late to walk back along the road. It just so happens that you didn't share the steak tonight."
"It's up to you to control where I go!"
Benjamin cursed harshly, but he had already stepped up the steps and strode to the porch.
As soon as the door opened, the warmth in the room and the smell of fried bread with butter hit my face directly.
"Lynn You are back!"
Annie put down the brush and raised the drawing paper in his hand, "I drew Buddy rolling in the snow!"
"What a great painting. But Buddy had better not touch your carpet today. It needs to take a bath first."
Lynn took off his coat, hung it up, and rubbed the little girl's head.
Buddy In order to prove that he didn't stink, he quickly pretended to rub his paws on the doormat, then trotted around the carpet and went straight to the kitchen.
Benjamin walked into the living room and was about to take his hand out of his coat pocket when he happened to catch sight of the person sitting at the other end of the long table in the dining room.
Black Noir.
He was holding a small carving knife in his hand and was whittling something on a piece of wood. The table was already covered with white wood chips.
Lynn walked into the kitchen, took out the thawed beef and onions from the refrigerator, and rolled up his sleeves to his forearms.
"Black Noir."
Lynn picked up the kitchen knife, knocked on the chopping board and shouted.
Black Noir raised his head in response.
"Starting tomorrow, I will arrange an interesting job for you."
Lynn pressed the onion on the chopping board, "Go to Queens's underground sewage pipe. There are four green Little Turtles that look a bit like humans. They like to eat pizza and have very flexible hands and feet."
Black Noir tilted his head, took out a pencil and a small notebook from his pocket, and drew a big question mark.
"Be their martial arts teacher for a few days."
Lynn raised the knife and cut the onion into even thin strips.
"Teach them how to use knives and nunchucks, and let them see what real close combat is. Children who grow up in a place like that don't have any self-defense skills."
Hearing this, Reggie and Tommy, who were grabbing apples on the sofa, pricked up their ears at the same time, their eyes full of curiosity.
Black Noir's mouth corners moved upward slightly.
He lowered his head and quickly drew a turtle on the paper, then drew two neat Ninja Swords next to it, and showed a smooth movement to Lynns.
This life sounds quite interesting.
There was the sizzling sound of hot oil pouring into the iron pot in the kitchen.
Lynn didn't turn around, just threw the large pieces of meat steak into the pot. As the white smoke rose, the rich meat aroma instantly occupied the entire first floor.