Long Island The night breeze in the bay has changed its flavor.
The black clouds on the sea were very low, and the waves hit the rocks outside the Manor one after another.
The air was filled with the smell of water vapor and earth, and a heavy rain was about to pour down.
The thick security door of the villa blocks the sound of wind and rain outside.
The fireplace in the living room was burning brightly, and the wood was crackling in the fire.
But tonight's Manor is no longer as noisy as in the past.
Big Golden Retriever Buddy is gone, and there are less annoying noises in the house.
Everyone in the Manor seemed to realize something at the same time, and the atmosphere was a bit solemn.
A silent understanding spreads between everyone.
Benjamin is sitting cross-legged on the carpet, holding a gray whetstone in his hand and polishing a dagger.
"Stab it... sting it..."
The sound of metal scraping against stone echoed in the living room.
He didn't curse, nor did he grab the children's snacks. He just lowered his head and repeated the grinding action, and from time to time he picked up the can of beer next to him and took a big sip.
Black Noir is sitting on the single sofa opposite Benjamin.
There were several short knives on his lap, and he was carefully wiping the blades with a clean cotton cloth.
After wiping it, he put it back into the scabbard of his tactical belt with a gentle movement.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Backyard and Lawn have not yet been completely swallowed up by the night.
Raphael stood in the wind and punched a hanging sandbag crazily.
Bang, bang, bang.
The skin on his green knuckles was broken, and a little blood oozed out, but he seemed to feel no pain, punching harder and harder.
Leonardo stood aside with his arms folded and did not stop his brother from venting.
Donatello and Michelangelo squatted on the steps, silently wrapping anti-slip bandages on the wooden weapons in their hands.
The tears on their faces have dried long ago, and now only cold lines remain.
The children in the room were also surprisingly quiet.
Reggie and Tommy would have been fighting over the TV remote control at this time, but now, although the TV screen was on and a boring soap opera was playing, they didn't even look at it.
Tommy is sitting in the corner of the sofa, using Telekinesis to disassemble a Pistol that Benjamin threw to him.
The black gun parts were suspended and scattered in mid-air, and then quickly assembled and snapped together under the pull of invisible forces.
Reggie was lying on the side, staring at the flying parts, his eyes focused.
Annie stood in the restaurant, holding a rag and wiping the already spotless dining table over and over again.
Kevin sat in front of the water tank, staring at Goldfish Charlie through the glass.
John also seems a little uneasy.
His feet were off the ground and suspended below the ceiling, and the hood of his hoodie was buttoned on his head.
Those Azure eyes stared through the second-floor window in the direction of Manhattan in the distance.
He doesn't need to sharpen a knife or prepare a weapon, his body is the sharpest knife in the house.
He is hanging in mid-air, like a fully drawn bow. Just waiting for Lynn to say a word, he will shoot into the enemy's heart without hesitation.
Lynn stood alone in front of the kitchen sink.
The coffee machine hummed slightly, and hot black coffee dripped into the glass pot, exuding a strong bitter aroma.
Although it was already very late, he still wanted to drink something bitter.
He turned his back to the living room, listening to the sounds of sharpening knives and assembling firearms behind him, with a calm expression on his face.
Old Minister's compromise is only a matter of time.
In order to protect himself, that life-saving politician will definitely send over all the details and coordinates of Vought International tonight.
What happens after you get the coordinates?
Lynn poured a cup of black coffee, held the warm mug, and looked at the dark liquid in the cup.
Vought International is not a street gang, nor is it a group of self-styled Wizards like Wizarding World.
This is a super capital empire that is deeply tied to the America military and monopolizes the lifeblood of global medical and military industry.
If in the next operation, they follow the plan and accurately remove the Pharmaceutical Plant of Vought International, kill all those Mutant Soldiers, or even John rush directly into Pentagon or Vought Tower, and twist off the head of Stan Edgar...
Vought International will indeed be destroyed.
But this is by no means the end.
Once Edgar dies and Mutant Army is destroyed, the hundreds of billions of funds invested by the military will be directly wasted, and the super war plan that United States politicians dream of will go bankrupt.
At that time, Long Island Estate will no longer face a few capitalists or a group of Wizards, but the entire state machine, and even the global military alliance headed by United States.
They will be labeled terrorists.
Global wanted posters will be plastered on every street corner.
Fighters, missiles, and aircraft carrier fleets will come to you like sharks smelling blood.
This Manor can no longer maintain its current calmness.
They may have to give up the home they are accustomed to living in and move to an uninhabited desert island on Pacific Ocean, or take these children with them and really declare war on the whole world in a hail of bullets.
Lynn picked up the mug and took a sip of coffee.
The bitter liquid slid down the throat and into the stomach, dispelling a little chill.
The consequences are indeed troublesome.
Lynn turned around, leaned against the sink, and glanced across the living room.
Benjamin spat a mouthful of beer foam on the ground and tested the sharpness of the blade with his rough thumb;
Black Noir Fasten the polished knives at your waist;
Annie Fold the clean rags neatly and put them by the sink;
Raphael, covered in sweat and dirt, opened the back door and walked in. Leonardo threw a dry towel on his brother's head.
Lynn looked at them.
If you are afraid of being wanted by the whole world and want to maintain this false stability, you should be merciful to Vought International and let the scourge Edgar continue to make small moves behind his back.
That's real stupidity.
The poisonous snake has exposed its fangs. If you don't crush its head with one foot, it will get into your bed sooner or later.
Unless Edgar dies, these children will never be able to sleep soundly, and Little Turtles's revenge will never be avenged.
As for whether the military will go crazy after destroying Vought, and whether the whole world will want them.
Lynn put down the coffee cup in his hand.
Then let them be wanted.
The people in Long Island Estate have never been good men and women who follow the rules.
If the outside world insists on forcing them to become monsters with no way out, then they will use their strength to make the world feel what true despair is.
"Lynn."
John floated down from the air at some point, and his feet landed silently on the kitchen floor.
He looked at Lynn and pointed at the mug on the sink.
"The coffee is cold."
John's voice is very soft.
Lynn came back to his senses and looked at the blond boy in front of him.
He smiled, stretched out his hand and patted John on the shoulder twice. The force was not strong, but it was very stable.
"I won't drink it when it gets cold."
Lynn took off the apron from his waist, casually put it on the chair, and raised his chin in the direction of the living room, "Go and tell Benjamin to stop sharpening his broken knife. It sounds harsh, and by the way, tell those green-skinned boys to wash their hands."
John nodded, turned and walked towards the living room.
Lynn opened the refrigerator door, took out a few large pieces of marinated fresh beef, and added without looking back.
"Have a good meal tonight. Once you are full, you will have the strength to work tomorrow."