The water accumulated in front of Pentagon has been dyed dark red.
The sound of gunfire gradually became sporadic in the rear, and those Mutant Soldiers that were lucky enough to survive were surrounded and torn to pieces in the rain.
Lynn was holding a black umbrella, and the soles of his shoes made a steady slapping sound as they stepped on the slippery stone slabs.
John, which was suspended in mid-air, slowly landed.
John stretched out his hands and placed them skillfully and carefully on Lynn's shoulders.
His palms were very hot.
"Hurry up."
John whispered in Lynn's ear.
Lynn gathered the umbrella smoothly.
The next second, there was no deafening sound breaking through the air, nor was there any violent aftermath.
John's legs were slightly bent, and then his whole body was like a sharp arrow rising from the ground, carrying Lynn and rushing straight towards the top of Pentagon.
The wind and rain roared violently in my ears.
Lynn looked down.
The huge Pentagon underfoot was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. The original Fianto Duri position, the tanks caught in the sea of fire, and the densely packed Mutant Soldiers soon turned into tiny flickering flames in the heavy rain.
The searchlight pillar swept in vain through the rain curtain, but could not even catch the corners of their clothes.
Only three seconds.
The two of them had crossed the main body of the building, which was dozens of meters high, and landed steadily on the apron on the top floor.
The rain is even more violent here.
In the center of the tarmac, the helicopter propeller was spinning wildly, and the huge wind waves blew the rain all over the sky into white walls of water.
In front of the helicopter, three people stood.
Marge held a huge black umbrella to keep out the wind and rain.
Beside her, Stan Edgar was wearing a black cashmere coat, with his hands in his pockets, looking calmly at the two people falling from the sky.
"You came faster than I expected, Lynn."
Edgar's voice passed through the huge roar of the helicopter and came over smoothly.
There was no panic, no anger on his face, and there wasn't even the slightest trace of the loser's embarrassment in his eyes.
Lynn opened the umbrella again to cover the raindrops falling from above his head.
John put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and stood silently half a step away from Lynn. Azure's eyes looked down at the man in front of him who had controlled Vought International for more than ten years.
"The helicopter engine has been warmed up."
Lynn glanced at the roaring plane, then glanced at Duke who emerged, with a calm tone,
"If you wanted to leave, you should be several thousand meters in the air by now."
Edgar smiled slightly.
"Family is much more important than running away."
Edgar took two steps forward slowly and walked out of the umbrella.
The rain instantly wetted his hair and delicate collar, but he didn't even blink, showing a calmness and arrogance in his bones.
"Five years ago, when you, as the lowest-level researcher, entered Vought Underground Laboratory for the first time, I saw your file on the surveillance camera."
Edgar looked at Lynn, his eyes as deep as a pool of stagnant water.
"At that time, you were unknown and as low-key as a stepping stone. Those scientists in the laboratory, Vogelbaum, Barbara, and even later Madelyn, no one took you seriously. They thought they were using the most advanced technology and cruel training to create a perfect murder weapon."
Edgar pointed at John next to him, with a hint of mockery in his tone:
"They put Shackles on this child and used fear and indifference to tame him, but they don't understand capital, let alone human nature."
"Only you understand."
Edgar looked at Lynn, the curvature of the corners of his mouth slowly widened,
"You never used a medicine or a gun. You just gave him a box of apples, told him a few bedtime stories, taught him how to put together a Rubik's Cube, and how to love a dog. You just casually tied the strongest rope in the world around a god's neck."
Lynn listened quietly without interrupting him.
"I've been dealing with it my whole life."
Edgar Facing the raging Stormfront rain, I put my hands in my coat pockets, my spine straight,
"Wall Street's giant crocodile, Pentagon's generals, North America's magic family, and those Supe who think they are superior. In my eyes, they are all commodities that can be valued with numbers and benefits. I used benefits to snare them, and used fear to control them. I built Vought International into the largest empire in the world."
"I figured out all the variables."
Edgar looked directly into Lynn's eyes, his voice was low and powerful,
"I was right about Stormfront's madness, I was right about Soldier Boy's arrogance, and I was even right about the greed of those idiots in the military. I was the only one who didn't be right about you."
"Because you don't play according to the rules at the poker table."
Edgar turned his head and glanced at the New Vanguard Camp children in the cabin who looked through the portholes with fearful eyes, and then looked at John standing next to Lynn, whose eyes were clean but contained the power to destroy the world.
"You just built a house in Long Island, gathered a bunch of freaks together, and cooked a few hot meals every day... It's really ridiculous."
Edgar let out a long breath of turbid air, and the white mist dissipated instantly in the rainy night.
"But I failed so miserably that I even had to imitate you."
"Lynn, in this game, you win."
When he said these words, there was no gloomy look on his face, but instead a kind of magnanimity like relief.
This is the final pride of a tycoon who has controlled power for half a century when facing his own end.
The rain slid down Edgar's cheeks.
"Then, Lynn."
Edgar rearranged his collar, looked at the man in front of him who had ruined everything for him, and asked calmly:
"What are you going to do with me? In other words, how are you going to face the world after this door opens?"