"Revenge is a cold dish, Raphael. You have to be patient and serve it slowly to get the taste."
Benjamin, who had been sitting by the window eating a sandwich, turned around and said vaguely,
"Listen to cooking, green boy. I crushed the heads of a few mutated bastards in the sewer last night, but they were just cannon fodder running errands. The real mastermind behind the scenes, the old bastard named Edgar, is still hiding in some military base drinking red wine and watching a movie."
Benjamin came over and took a piece of sausage from Raphael's plate unceremoniously.
"If you really want to avenge your Big Rat father, just stay here honestly, have a full stomach, and then go to Backyard to find Black Noir.
When you can catch Black Noir in this yard without fail, I will personally drive you to Bigfoot Gang's headquarters!"
After hearing these words, Raphael's clenched fists slowly loosened.
Leonardo took a deep breath, picked up the fork in his hand, forked a large piece of bacon into his mouth, and chewed it hard.
"Eat! Eat more!"
Leonardo said vaguely to the brothers while chewing,
"Mr. Lynn is right. We must build up our strength and learn the skills of Coach Black Noir. When we walk out of this door again, we will never let any bastard of Bigfoot Gang survive!"
Michelangelo and Donatello also nodded heavily and began to swallow the food on the table.
Their grief and anger turned into appetite. This is the only thing they can do now and what they must do.
Looking at these four little guys devouring their food, Lynn smiled with satisfaction.
Hatred is a double-edged sword. If left alone, these children will be destroyed sooner or later;
But if guided properly, it will become the best fuel for their rapid transformation and growth in a cruel world.
At this time, on the wooden corridor outside the villa door.
Old Wizards Joseph was wrapped in that thick woolen coat, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, quietly looking at the lively and warm restaurant through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He barely slept a wink last night.
It's not because the bed is uncomfortable, but because the people living in this Manor have completely subverted his life's understanding.
He saw the legendary cold-blooded scavenger Black Noir, who was quietly pruning rose branches at Backyard at dawn in the early morning;
He saw the grumpy Soldier Boy Benjamin, who was so angry that the boy named Reggie jumped because he couldn't grab the last bottle of jam;
He also saw the Homelander who made the whole Wizarding World fearful, sitting quietly at the dining table, enjoying the tranquility that belongs to an ordinary family.
And at the center of all this, the young man named Lynn, just wearing an apron, like the most ordinary father, controls all the joy, anger, sorrow and joy in this Manor.
Joseph took a sip of warm tea and let out a long sigh of relief.
He originally thought that facing Edgar's thousands of the Mutant Army, coupled with the military's tens of billions of resources skewed, the world would be hopeless.
But now, as he looked at the group of children in the room who were snatching pancakes, a ridiculous yet extremely firm confidence suddenly arose in his heart.
Edgar thought he had mastered the assembly line of creating gods, and thought he could turn the whole world upside down.
But he had no idea that his actions last night not only failed to clear the obstacles, but instead forced four mutated freaks with a blood feud into the most defensive and terrifying monster base in the world.
Old Wizards looked at the rising sun in the sky, and the corners of his dry mouth raised slightly.
"Edgar, Edgar, you have hit a real brick wall this time."
Joseph was muttering silently in his heart.
He decided not to leave or go to London to escape.
He must do something.
New York Brooklyn, Magic Security Department's secret office building.
At half past eight in the morning, Pist pushed open Minister's Office's thick mahogany double doors on time.
Today he specially put on an expensive suit that he would never bear to wear normally. His hair was covered with gel and combed slickly, and even his tie was knotted meticulously.
After closing the door, Pist took a deep breath and greedily inhaled the aroma of paper and ink in the office into his lungs.
He used to go in and out of this office more than a dozen times a day, but at that time he was just a humble assistant who served tea and was responsible for organizing documents.
Every time he stood in front of this large mahogany desk, he didn't even dare to breathe.
But today is different.
Pist walked to the desk with brisk steps, put his hands on the leather boss chair that had been with Joseph for most of his life, and then threw himself into it.
The chair was very soft, and the curvature of the backrest was just enough to support his waist.
Pist put his feet up on the mahogany table without scruples, took out Joseph's most precious box of top-grade Cuba cigars from the drawer, took out one, lit it with a sterling silver lighter, and took a big puff.
"Old man, your life has been really rich."
Pist exhaled a puff of rich green smoke and looked out the window at the busy morning of Brooklyn, with a sneer on his lips.
The guilty conscience and fear that kicked Joseph into the sewer have now been completely washed away by the ecstasy of promotion and wealth.
He touched the executive letter of intent stamped with Vought International in the inner pocket of his suit and felt that he was already at the pinnacle of his life.
As long as their backs are against the towering trees of Edgar and Vought International, who are these old-timers like Wizarding World who are still using owls to send letters?
From today on, he Pist is North American Wizarding World's real powerful figure.
Suddenly there was a burst of chaotic footsteps outside the door, and then, the office door was roughly pushed open without even knocking.
Several old Aurors with gray hair and old-fashioned windbreakers broke in.
The leader was Thomas, the most senior supervisor in the department, Auror. His face was full of anxiety and he was still holding a stack of emergency reports sent from various districts last night in his hand.
"Pist! Joseph Where is Minister?"
Thomas looked at Pist who had his feet up on the table and frowned fiercely.
"A conflict broke out near the sewers of Queens. Bigfoot Gang's group of gangsters have gone crazy. Hundreds of people have turned into invulnerable monsters and are running rampant in the underground pipe network. It is said that it is related to Fantastic Beasts. We must immediately ask the minister for instructions and activate the highest level plan!"
Pist slowly took his feet off the table and flicked the ashes on his cigar without any panic on his face.
"Director Thomas, there is no need to look for him. Mr. Joseph is old and his body cannot bear these shocks. He took his family on a cruise ship to London last night and retired early."
"Retirement? This is impossible!" Thomas stared, "Minister Joseph is definitely not the kind of person who runs away from battle!"
"That's just the way it is."
Pist took out a forged handover document from the drawer and threw it on the table. "Before Mr. Joseph left, he gave me full authority to handle all affairs of the Magic Security Department. From today on, I am the acting minister."