"Wake up! Lynn! Are you crazy? Are you still sleeping?!"
A violent shaking sensation was accompanied by a piercing alarm sound, which forcibly tore Lynn's consciousness apart.
Lynn opened his eyes suddenly and frowned instinctively.
He subconsciously reached out to touch his chest.
His vision quickly became clear from blur, and a fat face full of oil and sweat appeared in front of him.
It's fat man Bob.
The low-level researcher who was responsible for recording data with him in Vought Underground Laboratory many years ago.
Lynn was stunned.
He lowered his head and found that he was wearing a white sterile lab coat with the employee badge Vought International hanging on his chest.
The surroundings are no longer Pentagon, but the cold and depressing Vought Laboratory deep in my memory.
At the end of the corridor, the indicator light of the half-meter-thick explosion-proof isolation room was flashing a dazzling red light crazily.
That's where John was imprisoned since childhood.
"John is going crazy! The security team has been wiped out! Run!"
Bob screamed in despair, let go of Lynn's shoulders, and crawled toward the safe passage in the opposite direction on hands and feet.
Lynn was confused, and the memory of Long Island Estate still remained in his brain.
But when he heard the words "John is crazy", his body's instincts exceeded his brain's thinking.
He stood up, patted the dust on his white coat, and walked towards the twisting explosion-proof door without any hesitation.
"Lynn! Are you crazy?!"
Bob, who had fled to the corner, turned around and looked at Lynn's back as if he was a psycho, "You actually took the initiative to seek death? Come back quickly!"
Lynn ignored him.
The entire laboratory, and even the entire Vought International people, were afraid of that boy, but he was not afraid.
Because he knows better than anyone else that John is actually very insecure. As long as he strokes his hair, the boy with the power to destroy the world will become like a docile Golden Retriever.
"Don't be afraid, I can comfort him."
Lynn whispered to himself.
Boom!
Just when Lynn was still more than ten meters away from the isolation room, the explosion-proof door weighing several tons was directly knocked away from the inside by a terrifying brute force.
Heavy steel hit the wall, and rubble flew.
Amidst the smoke and dust, a thin figure slowly walked out.
Lynn stopped.
The John in front of him looked much more immature than when he first saw him in his memory, looking like he was only five or six years old.
He was wearing a thin hospital gown, his fair face was stained with the blood of security personnel, and his Azure eyes showed no grievance, no desire for family, and no emotion.
"John, it's me."
Lynn habitually softened his voice, just like asking him to eat in Long Island Estate, smiled and raised his hand, wanting to go over and touch his head.
However, the five or six-year-old boy just tilted his head slightly, his eyes looking like an ant blocking the road.
The next second, the scarlet color in the boy's eyes exploded.
Zhi--!
Lynn was not given any time to react.
Two beams of Heat Vision with several thousand degrees penetrated the corridor without warning.
Lynn only felt a dazzling red light flash before his eyes.
Bob, who was hiding in the distance, and all the low-level researchers in the corridor were instantly turned into charcoal all over the floor with a casual blow from the five-year-old boy.
The severe pain lasted only a fraction of a second, and then Lynn's consciousness completely fell into endless darkness.
"Where is this... am I dead?"
Lynn's consciousness was floating in the darkness until a sharp, loud cry of a baby woke him up again.
He took a sharp breath of air and opened his eyes.
This time, there were no sirens, just the soft light of the incubator.
He was still wearing a white coat and was holding a bottle filled with nutrient solution.
In his arms, he held a baby wrapped in a blanket with the Vought International Logo printed on it.
The baby was only a few months old and had thin blond hair. He was crying with his eyes closed.
Lynn stared blankly at the baby version Homelander in his arms, the fog in his mind not completely dissipating.
"John?"
Lynn called out tentatively, trying to shake his arms to coax him to sleep.
But the baby was obviously in extreme irritability, and he didn't buy Lynn's comfort.
Accompanied by a sharper cry, Little John's chubby fist waved randomly in mid-air and hit Lynn's chest impartially.
It looks like a baby's fist, but it contains despairing power.
Bang!
A dull loud noise.
Lynn Before he even had time to let out a groan, his entire chest collapsed.
The broken ribs instantly pierced the heart and lungs.
He fell on his back on the floor of the sterile room, blood pouring from his mouth.
The baby in his arms fell to the ground, not even a scrape of skin was scratched, and he was still crying loudly.
Lynn's vision quickly became blurred. In the last few seconds of his life, he looked at the ceiling, ushering in death for the second time.
Darkness came again and receded again.
Open your eyes for the third time.
John is eight years old.
Lynn learned the lessons from the previous two times. He knew that John was extremely dangerous during this period, but he still wanted to try to influence this lonely monster with gentleness.
During a routine inspection, Lynn secretly hid a red apple in the pocket of his white coat.
When he handed the apple to John in the isolation room and showed him a kind smile, John was stunned.
The little boy seemed to have never felt this kind of kindness before. He stretched out his hand in surprise, wanting to take the apple, and even wanted to hold Lynn's hand.
However, eight-year-old John cannot control his power accurately at all.
The moment his little hand grasped Lynn's wrist, the force of excitement directly crushed Lynn's wrist bone, and when Lynn fell back in pain, his entire right arm was torn off.
John looked at the bloody arm in his hand in horror, while Lynn suffered from excessive blood loss and severe pain and was dragged into the darkness again.
Opening eyes for the fourth time.
John is ten years old.
Lynn decided not to take the initiative to contact me, but to act as a background step by step, trying to find safer opportunities.
However, on this day, John was reprimanded by Vogelbaum Doctor because he failed to achieve the expected goal in the test.
Little John's emotions got out of control again.
Open your eyes for the fifth time.
John is six years old.
Lynn avoids all frontal contact.
He knows that Vought International's surveillance is everywhere, and he also knows that John is extremely defensive.
He spent a full three months passing notes to John in the most obscure way in the blind spots of surveillance and between food delivery, trying to establish even a weak bond of trust.
The night when John looked at him with curious and eager eyes for the first time, the two finally established the first step of communication in this cold laboratory.
The surveillance camera in the corridor turned in the dark.
The picture was transmitted directly to the desks of Stan·Edgar on the top floor.
One minute later.
Lynn As soon as he walked out of the laboratory's dressing room, a figure wearing a black suit Silencio appeared in the shadow in front of him.
Black Noir Without any nonsense, the cold steel swords made a perfect cross under the dim light.
Lynn's head flew high, his eyes rolled in the air, and he saw a familiar body without a head slowly falling down.