The darkness receded again like the tide.
Lynn opened his eyes again.
There were no deafening alarms or blood splattering everywhere.
What came to my ears was a cheerful electronic sound, which was the sound of Super Mario breaking bricks and eating gold coins.
On the screen not far away is the comical scream of the cat Tommy in "Tom and Jerry" after its tail was caught in the door.
Lynn blinked in confusion.
The surroundings are still the depressing laboratory underground in Vought, but the atmosphere is extremely relaxed and free.
No subjects were wailing, no supervisors were roaring.
Several researchers in white coats were gathering in front of the screen in the lounge area, playing console games, while others were slowly making coffee, chatting and laughing.
Lynn turned his head and saw the fat man Bob sitting at the workstation next to him.
However, the Bob in front of him stunned him for a moment.
The fat face that was originally shiny was now covered with deep wrinkles, and the brown hair had completely turned gray, and he even wore reading glasses.
Lynn lowered his head subconsciously and looked at his hands.
The back of the hand, which was originally smooth and strong, was now covered with rough lines, the skin was loose, and even a few brown age spots were faintly visible.
The slight soreness coming from the joints reminded him of the true state of this body.
He looked to be at least forty or fifty years old.
"Good guy..."
Lynn looked at his old hands and laughed self-deprecatingly, "This time my life is very tough, and I have managed to reach the age of retirement."
Ding.
A crisp elevator arrival tone sounded in the empty underground laboratory.
Because everyone was immersed in the relaxed atmosphere, even Lynn didn't notice the subtle sound at first.
Until the two thick elevator doors slowly slid open to both sides.
A tall figure wearing a Dark Blue tight-fitting battle suit and a Stars and Stripes cloak walked out of the elevator leisurely.
The sound his leather boots made when he stepped on the smooth floor was not loud, but it was like a big invisible hand that instantly strangled the throat of the entire laboratory.
Mario fell into the abyss on the screen due to no one controlling it;
The researcher who was pouring coffee shook his hand, and the hot coffee splashed on the back of his hand, but he didn't even dare to let out a cry of pain.
All the laughter and laughter were completely frozen by fear in this second.
Lynn raised his head.
What appeared in his sight was no longer the baby who needed his protection, nor was it the child who had gone berserk and had no relatives.
Instead, he is the famous "Homelander" who has fully grown up and reached the peak of physical development.
John has a signature perfect smile on his handsome face.
He tilted his head, like a king patrolling his territory, and slowly scanned everyone present.
When his eyes swept over Lynn, an Asian face with traces of time, there was no pause for even half a second, and there was not the slightest fluctuation.
It's as if Lynn is just a toy gathering dust.
In John's memory, there was nothing special about this man named Lynn. He was just one of the countless "violators" who wore white coats and watched his torture with cold eyes.
"Is everyone here? It's great."
John smiled and spoke with a mellow and magnetic voice. It sounded like an old friend came to visit.
"I was up there just now, and suddenly I remembered a lot of things from my childhood, those beautiful and unforgettable childhood memories. So, I decided to come down and see you."
He walked to a desk, grabbed an office chair with pulleys, and sat back on the chair carelessly, with his arms resting on the back of the chair, looking at the group of old scientists shaking like sieves.
"Come on, don't be so nervous."
The smile on John's face suddenly faded a bit, and a hint of coldness appeared in Azure's eyes, "I want to... play a game with you."
Gudong.
Fatty Bob swallowed, his legs softened, and he knelt directly on the ground.
"The name of the game is, Memories of Childhood."
John stretched out a finger and gently tapped the room where he was once detained not far away. His tone became softer,
"Do you still remember the place you called Bad Room? That room where the temperature could drop to minus 40 degrees, without any sound or any light. You locked me in it for several weeks, just to test my breaking point."
An old scientist collapsed and cried, "John... That was not our intention, it was Vogelbaum Doctor's order, it was Vought..."
"Shh."
John put his index finger up to his lips, his eyes instantly turned cold and biting, "I don't like others interrupting while playing games."
He stood up and walked slowly to the crying scientist.
"I still remember that in order to test my heat resistance, you put me into that incinerator. I still remember clearly the feeling of my skin being charred and my bones being roasted to a crisp."
John suddenly laughed. He grabbed the scientist by the collar, lifted him up, and threw him directly towards the abandoned incinerator deep in the corridor.
"Now, it's your turn."
John turned around, looked at everyone else, spread his hands,
"Go ahead and hurt each other. Whoever can perfectly replicate the pain that was inflicted on me back then on your colleagues will be able to walk out of this elevator alive."
No one moved.
Everyone is in a state of extreme despair.
Lynn stood quietly, looking at the completely twisted and perverted adult Homelander in front of him.
It's like something straight out of a TV show.
"What? You're not even willing to take action?"
John looked at the indifferent people, and the fake smile on his face completely disappeared.
The corners of his mouth turned downwards, and in the depths of Azure's pupils, two dazzling scarlet lights instantly ignited like the karma fire of hell.
"Then, the game is over."
Buzz--!
No mercy, no hesitation.
Two dark red Heat Vision shot out from John's eyes, like two indestructible lightsabers, shooting wildly in the underground laboratory.
The screams, the smell of vaporized flesh, and the explosion of instruments were all intertwined into a symphony of death in an instant.
Half of Fatty Bob's body disappeared directly in the red light;
Barbara wanted to say something, but was cut off at the waist.
Lynn did not hide or escape.
He just stood there calmly, watching the red laser, which symbolized destruction, coming towards his face Cleansweep with an unstoppable attitude.
Immediately afterwards, Homelander's creepy laughter was the only thing left in the laboratory.
[This paragraph is not the plot in the original work, nor is it the Homelander in the original work, it is just similar]