The sky outside the window has completely darkened.
Thick dark clouds were like a torn quilt filled with water, pressing firmly above the Long Island Bay.
Large raindrops began to hit the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa, making a dense and rapid sound.
In the restaurant, the empty plates on the table had been stacked together silently by Tommy and Telekinesis and moved to the sink.
The parchment map is laid out in the center of the marble dining table.
Lynn did not deliver any long pre-war speech. He just turned around and walked to the Entrance Hall, dragging out a heavy black tactical long box from the corner.
With a "bang", the long box was thrown onto the carpet.
Lynn bent down, flipped open the metal locks at both ends, and opened the lid.
The box was padded with black shock-proof sponge, and inside lay quietly several brand-new weapons that exuded a cold light.
"Raphael."
Lynn pointed to the left side of the box.
Raphael strode over, his thick green fingers holding a pair of dark silver three-pronged iron rulers.
It's very heavy to start with, the blade has a blood groove, and the end is equipped with a non-slip sweat-absorbent strap.
Raphael His hands were crossed suddenly in front of him, and the iron ruler collided, emitting a crisp, tooth-aching sound.
"Leonardo."
Two Cold Steel Samurai Sword blades with perfect arcs were handed over.
Leonardo took it in his hand and held a knife in his hand. The cold blade even caused a reflection in the dim living room.
"Donatello, this is yours."
A Alloy Staff that is completely black and weighted at both ends.
"There is also Michelangelo."
A pair of Refined Steel Nunchaku riveted with Titanium Alloy Chain.
The four Little Turtles held these weapons that fit their hands perfectly, feeling the cold temperature transmitted from the metal to their palms, and the flames of revenge in their eyes were completely ignited.
They inserted their weapons into the tactical straps on their backs and straightened their backs.
But then, the restaurant fell into silence.
Lynn looked complicated, with fatigue between his brows.
Because what he is going to announce next seriously goes against his philosophy over the years.
That is, let the children not grow up in blood and blood, but grow up in sunshine and health.
This concept is also the main reason why he seems to be benevolent in front of his enemies.
But in order to ensure that all the forces of Edgar are completely eliminated and to avoid unnecessary complications, he can only do this without wasting any time.
Everything is for the future.
"Now let's allocate work areas."
Lynn walked back to the dining table and drew a clear line on the parchment map with his finger.
"We must not only smash Vought International's Pharmaceutical Plant, but also chop off all the tentacles they have stretched out in the dark one by one. Time is running out. Edgar will soon find out that Ministry of Magic is looking for him. We must split up and act before they move."
Lynn looked at Benjamin who was leaning on the sofa and cleaning his dagger.
"Benjamin, you take the four of them, Raphael, and the fifty or so underground gangs and societies marked on the map that have signed gambling agreements belong to you."
Lynn's tone was as calm as if he was assigning a weeding task, "They were injected with New Compound V and are now arresting people everywhere with the reward of Vought International. Your task is very simple. Follow the coordinates to find them one by one and destroy the place. There is no need to leave any survivors."
"Just what I wanted."
Benjamin inserted the dagger back into the scabbard on the outside of his thigh, picked up the half-can of beer on the table and drank it in one gulp, then crushed the can and threw it into the trash can.
He glanced at the four green-skinned boys behind him who were clenching their weapons and filled with fighting spirit, and smiled, "Let's go, boys, I'll take you to see the blood."
Lynn turned his head and looked at Black Noir standing aside.
"Black Noir, you bring Reggie, Tommy, Annie and Kevin."
Lynn pointed to the red dots marked on the map at the edge of suburbs and docks, "These are the transit warehouses and secret protected areas where Vought International imprisoned Fantastic Beasts. Your mission is to rescue people and clear out the guards."
Black Noir's head under the mask nodded silently.
"Reggie is responsible for paralyzing their communication and alarm systems as soon as possible; Annie provides fire suppression and cover; Tommy, when encountering heavy armor or Iron Gate, you are responsible for dismantling them; Kevin, you are responsible for calming those frightened animals and preventing them from hurting people in the chaos."
Lynn assigned tasks to these Superpower children in an orderly manner.
"Guaranteed to complete the task, Director!"
Reggie stomped his feet on the spot excitedly, and the soles of his shoes even gave out a slight burnt smell.
Tommy's eyes were fixed in the air, and the surrounding air was slightly distorted.
Annie silently buckled two high-voltage portable batteries on his belt.
"As for the remaining three core creatures Pharmaceutical Plant, and the main defense force of Vought International..."
Lynn turned his head and glanced at John who was floating in the air, picking his fingers out of boredom.
"We both go."
Lynn said.
John stopped picking his fingers, turned over in mid-air, and landed firmly on the floor.
"No problem."
John adjusted his hoodie, and there was no emotion in Azure's eyes, "As long as they don't splash blood on my new clothes."
Grouping completed.
The tiny sounds of these monsters arranging their equipment, pulling gun bolts, and tightening straps converged into a terrifying roar that was about to tear the world apart.
Lynn picked up the silver Two-Way Mirror sent by Old Minister on the table and tapped it twice on the mirror with his fingertips.
Ripples like water rippled, and Old Minister's anxious and haggard old face quickly appeared in the mirror.
"Mr. Lynn! Have you received all the coordinates? Is there any missing information?"
Old Minister spoke very fast, and Ministry of Magic's chaotic footsteps in the hall could be heard in the background.
"Got it, good job."
Lynn looked at the mirror, "I need you to do two things now. First, pick out the strongest batch of you North American Ministry of Magic Auror."
"The strongest group?"
Old Minister was stunned for a moment, "But our large army has..."
"I don't need an army."
Lynn interrupted him, "Even if there are only a dozen people, as long as they are elites who have experienced actual combat, know how to cooperate, and can use large-scale defensive spells, send them to the outside of the Fantastic Beasts detention warehouse on the coordinates to stand by."
"We will be responsible for clearing out all the guards in the warehouse. Your people only need to respond outside and be responsible for using Space Magic or Portkey to safely transfer the rescued Fantastic Beasts away. You Wizards can always do this kind of finishing logistics, right?"
Old Minister nodded in relief. "No problem! I personally select the most reliable elites, and they can Apparition arrive at the designated location within ten minutes!"
"The second thing is also the most important thing."
Lynn's eyes turned completely cold.