Old Wizards Joseph in the corner watched this scene, silently took off the mud-stained felt hat on his head, and lowered his head with red eyes.
He had lived for most of his life and was used to the hypocrisy of Wizarding World, but in this smelly sewer, he saw the purest grief.
Benjamin stood not far away, looking at the four little monsters who were crying heartbrokenly, their brows locked together tightly.
He is a veteran ruffian who came from the war years and has seen more dead people than these little guys have eaten pizza.
In the past years, tears were the least valuable thing to him.
But now, for some reason, looking at these green-skinned little guys, his mind suddenly flashed to the Lynn in Long Island Estate who always hangs around the stove, and the children at home who are noisy but extremely lively.
If in the Manor, Reggie or Annie is wronged, Lynn will definitely bring down the sky.
Benjamin took a deep breath, wiped the blood on his sweatshirt casually, then took off his heavy military boots and walked behind the four Little Turtles.
He didn't know how to comfort a child, let alone four crying turtles.
Benjamin stretched out his rough big hand and rubbed the back of the head of Michelangelo, who was crying the most sadly, twice.
"Okay, stop crying. Tears can't wash away the blood on the ground, nor can they wake up the sleeping people."
Although Benjamin's voice is still as rough as ever, it lacks the usual mockery and impatience.
"Your master is a true warrior. He protected you with his life, not just to let you cry your eyes out here."
Raphael raised his head and looked at Benjamin with red eyes. "We want revenge... We want to completely dismantle Vought International!"
"That's an adult's business. It's not your turn to worry about it, you little brats without full hair."
Benjamin glanced at Black Noir next to him.
Black Noir understood it and turned to the corner to find a large piece of clean waterproof canvas.
"Go and pack up the things you usually use and the bits and pieces you can take away. Black Noir will wrap up your father's body."
Benjamin turned around, looked at the iron ladder leading to the ground, and spoke firmly,
"Lynn said, let me take you back. From today on, Long Island Estate will be your home. If anyone dares to lay a finger on you again, I will not even leave the ashes of his whole family!"
Half an hour later.
A black SUV took advantage of the darkness and quietly drove away from the abandoned sewage station at Queens.
In the back seat of the car, four Little Turtles were nestled tightly together, with Splinter wrapped tightly in canvas in the middle.
Old Wizards Joseph was also huddled in the corner. He was still confused and couldn't believe that not only was he not dead, but he was actually riding in the pickup truck driven by the legendary "Homelander's father".
The car drove all the way east, drove out of the dilapidated and noisy urban area, and drove onto Cross-sea Bridge leading to Long Island.
As the scenery outside the car window gradually changed from a gray concrete jungle to a quiet bay and a wealthy area with bright street lights, the suffocating sadness and depression in the car seemed to be slightly blown away by the cool night breeze.
It was already late at night when the pickup truck finally stopped in front of the vast Long Island estate with towering iron gates.
But in the living room on the first floor of the Manor's main villa, warm lights are still on.
Benjamin turned off the engine, opened the door and jumped out.
Black Noir also brought four Little Turtles holding canvas packages and Joseph who was limping, and walked silently to Stone-paved Road in front of the villa.
Before they could knock on the door, the door was already opened from the inside.
Lynn was standing in the light at the door wearing that loose home clothes.
Big Golden Retriever Buddy was wagging his tail and preparing to come out to greet them, but his nose twitched and he smelled the strong smell of blood in the air. He immediately lay down on the doormat obediently and looked at the group of uninvited guests outside with complicated eyes.
Lynn's gaze passed over Benjamin and Black Noir, who were all covered in blood, and landed on the four little green guys with swollen eyes like walnuts. Finally, they settled on the heavy canvas package between them.
He is a smart man, and after just one glance, he can probably guess what tragic thing happened in the sewer tonight.
He didn't ask any nonsense questions, and he didn't show any surprise.
Lynn just sighed softly, then turned sideways, completely opened the thick security door, and poured the warm yellow light in the Entrance Hall unreservedly onto these people who had just experienced life and death.
"It's windy outside, please come in."
Lynn's voice is very soft, but it carries a strange power that can heal all wounds.
"There is hot water in the bathroom, and the beds on the second floor have been made. No matter how the sky collapses outside, as long as you enter this door, you will be safe."
The four little guys looked at the man with a gentle smile in front of them, feeling the lingering fragrance of the food and the heat of the fireplace coming from the house, and tears burst from their eyes again.
But this time, they are no longer homeless orphans in the sewers.
They carried their master's body on their backs and stepped on the soft carpet in the Entrance Hall, entering the world's safest and most unreasonable fortress.