Edgar's pupils suddenly contracted, and he opened his mouth, but did not make any sound.
He expected that John would use Heat Vision to evaporate him, and he expected that Lynn would use illusions to make him wither.
But he never thought that the girl who killed him in the end was the girl he thought he had domesticated through family affection.
Marge hugged Edgar from behind. Her strength was so strong that she seemed to want to rub the old man into her body.
"That's enough, sir."
Marge buried his face in the crook of Edgar's neck, with big drops of tears falling into the pool of blood, and let out a shrill cry,
"Stop acting... please stop acting. I know you are lying to me, I know I am a tool... but that is the only light you give me."
Edgar's eyes quickly became distracted, and his leather-gloved hand grasped feebly twice in mid-air before finally falling down.
Marge hugged the gradually cold body, squatted on the ground and cried bitterly.
For her, the Chosen One is fake, her family is fake, and even her insignificant warmth is a product of capital.
But even so, the person who took her out of the dark cellar was still her only support in this life.
After a while, Marge raised his red and swollen eyes and looked at Lynn holding the umbrella. His voice was hoarse.
"Can I... take him with me?"
Lynn looked at the collapsed girl with complicated eyes.
Before he could speak, John beside him took a step forward.
John's eyes suddenly lit up with two slender red lights.
Zhi--!
Heat Vision accurately filled two more black holes on Edgar's chest and forehead.
John spit out a word coldly:
"Get lost."
He is not as easy to talk to as Lynn.
In his opinion, only when the enemy is completely dead can he be considered accountable.
Marge ignored John's movements. She just struggled to carry Edgar's body and stumbled towards the edge of the apron.
Duke covered his broken wrist and silently followed Marge. Their figures soon disappeared into the windy and rainy night.
Silence fell on the tarmac again.
"It's over?"
John turned his head, the red light in his eyes had long dissipated, and he smiled.
"There should be an explanation."
Lynn put away the black umbrella and reached out to rub John's messy blond hair with natural movements.
"Okay, stop floating there and go back and take a shower. Let's have two more beef dishes for dinner. We haven't had tomato stewed beef brisket for a long time?"
John heard beef, his blue eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously.
At this time, the battle below Pentagon has also come to an end.
Benjamin walked up to the rooftop carrying a dagger with a somewhat curled blade, followed by four Little Turtles who were panting and covered in green skin covered with dust.
Reggie was squatting in the corner, gasping for air. The sequelae of Bullet Time made his face look extremely ugly now.
Annie and Tommy supported each other, and there was a sense of relaxation in each of their eyes.
"Lynn! We won!"
Reggie shouted from afar, with a heartless smile on his face.
Everyone laughed.
This battle lasted so long that they almost forgot the smell of the food in Long Island Estate.
Old Minister took the dozen remaining Auror and climbed up the stairs at this time.
The old man's movements were a little stiff, and his kind face was full of worry and happiness.
"Mr. Lynn, fortunately you are okay."
Old Minister walked a few meters behind Lynn, still holding the cane in his hand, and Buddy followed his legs, wagging his tail rapidly.
Everything looks like the perfect ending.
The righteous side finally won, and the evil side paid the due price, and so on...
Everyone is happy.
If it is in One Piece, the banquet is now ready.
However.
At an angle where no one was paying attention, Old Minister's gaze passed over Buddy's eyes.
At that moment, he saw Buddy staring at the back of John, with a human look in those brown dog eyes.
Old Minister's hand shook.
He originally planned to use Buddy, which he had "domesticated", as his final trump card, and when John was most relaxed, let a dog complete the killing.
In this way, no one will doubt him, and everything can be left to accidents.
But just now, he saw danger in Buddy's eyes.
This kind of spirituality made him realize that he might not be able to fully control this dog at all.
In his dictionary, anything out of control must be erased immediately.
Since Buddy cannot be used, then do it yourself.
Vought International was destroyed, and 20,000 super soldiers became wrecks.
Long Island Estate This group of monsters, except for John and Lynn, everyone else has reached the limit of overdraft.
As long as John, the supreme force, is killed, and Lynn is dealt with, the entire North America extraordinary world will be dominated by the Ministry of Magic family!
All his crimes will be buried forever!
Unify!
This is the pinnacle of power that he dreams of, and he must not allow any flaw to be left.
Old Minister's movements are astonishingly fast, which is not at all like the explosive power that a dying old man should have.
He feinted with his left hand, and the Wand hidden in the sleeve of his right hand had already ejected, and his fingertips were as steady as a rock.
A dazzling light that was green enough to make people panic, with a strong sense of death, erupted from the tip of Wand without any warning!
The light cut through the dim dusk, bringing with it a cold wind.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The sound of the incantation was very soft, so soft that it was almost covered by the sound of rain.
Old Minister's target is very clear, that is the unsuspecting John with his back to him.
John is the only threat. As long as he dies, the rest will be lambs to be slaughtered.
"Get away!"
Lynn was originally smiling, but out of the corner of his eye he caught the green from hell.
He didn't even have time to think.
John's current distance is too close, and Old Minister's sneak attack is too sudden.
Lynn subconsciously reached out to push John.
But he forgot that John is a god on earth.
The boy stood there like a tall mountain with roots. Lynn's strength could not shake him at all.
John felt the push behind him and wanted to turn his head in confusion.
It was the moment when I turned my head.
Instinct drives Lynn.
He turned sideways, used the greatest explosive force in his life, and slammed into the gap between John and Old Minister.
Poof.
The miserable green beam hit Lynn's chest.
The originally noisy world has completely pressed the mute button at this moment.
Lynn's body lost all weight, falling backwards like a dead leaf blown down by the autumn wind.
John's hands instinctively stretched out and firmly caught the fallen body.
His Super Hearing was amplified countless times at this moment, but in his ears, that familiar heartbeat, that steady beat in the kitchen every morning, and the soothing rhythm by the fireplace every night... completely disappeared.
The rain hit Lynn's calm face.
Before he could even say a last word, his eyes had already lost focus.
"Lynn?"
John knelt in the stagnant water, holding Lynn's gradually cold body with his hands, his voice full of confusion and trembling.
He stretched out his hand to wipe the rainwater from Lynn's face, and the more he wiped, the more rainwater fell on his face.
He tried to feel the pulse of Lynn's carotid artery, but all he could hear from his fingertips was deathly silence.