John Rubbed his hands on his thighs twice in a daze.
He lowered his head and avoided Lynn's sight.
"Originally... I wanted to hide it from you."
John's voice was muffled, and there was a hint of guilt and panic in his tone.
He didn't dare to look into Lynn's eyes, like a child who had done something wrong and was caught red-handed.
"Pentagon That night, I promised to let Marge and Duke go."
John stared at the grass blades on the ground, his voice getting lower and lower, "I didn't fulfill my promise. I'm afraid you will be disappointed with me, but I really have no choice."
"They took away the only Original Compound V from Vought's laboratory. That is the thing that can save you."
"I don't want you to die. In the name of the country, I issued arrest warrants all over the world, and I forced everyone to arrest them."
He looked at Lynn and spoke faster and faster, as if he wanted to pour out all the despair that had been suppressed in his heart for the past ten years.
"I searched all over the world. I went to European Ministry of Magic to find the Wizards group that Joseph said were more orthodox. I also went to Huaxia to find the Outsiders family that specializes in souls... They said that there is no soul in your body, only an empty shell..."
"I'm so desperate. No one or any way can make you open your eyes again."
John's Adam's apple rolled hard and his voice trembled slightly.
"That Original Compound V is my only hope."
Lynn looked at John with solemn eyes. "Thank you, John, thank you for doing so much for me."
John was completely stunned.
He was already prepared for the scolding.
After all, the promise he broke drove those two people to a dead end.
But Lynn not only did not get angry, but instead thanked him.
Those blue eyes were instantly covered with a layer of moisture, and the panic in them completely melted away.
Seeing tears about to fall again, Lynn smiled and squeezed his shoulder.
"Okay, how old are you?"
Lynn leaned back on the recliner, and his gentle voice was reassuring, "If you go to harshly criticize my family members who risked their lives to save me because of a few insignificant outsiders, then what is the difference between my family members and outsiders?"
These words were like a warm current that poured directly into John's heart.
He sniffed, lowered his head in embarrassment, rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, and said dullly:
"You won't laugh at me for being a weakling who cries all the time, right? I don't want to do this either, but you are finally back, and I am so excited."
If the people were allowed to see the dignified Vought Empire person in power, All-America the most frightening Superheroes, looking so aggrieved right now, their jaws would probably drop in shock.
Lynn was amused by his appearance.
"Do you think I'm your cheap macho dad?"
Lynn joked, "Crying is just a way to relieve emotions. What will happen if you release the things you are holding back? With me, you don't have to hold it in."
After hearing these words, John's tense back completely relaxed, and the corners of his mouth finally couldn't help but raise upwards.
The atmosphere in the yard suddenly became much more relaxed.
The wind blows across the flat Lawn, bringing with it a bit of comfort.
Lynn picked up the tea cup and took a sip to moisten his throat.
He put down the cup and asked casually, "What about Duke?"
Now that Marge has been arrested and taken to the police station, where has Duke, who has been inseparable from her, gone?
John The smile on his face faded slightly.
He was silent for two seconds, seeming to recall the bloody scene in the fly Diner.
"Duke is dead."
John's tone was calm, but there was a rare hint of complexity in his eyes.
Lynn paused while pouring tea, then turned to look at him.
"In order to make me let go of Marge, that kid deliberately staged a painful trick in front of me."
John recalled Duke's poor acting skills and little moves at that time, and shook his head,
"He swallowed the bomb in advance, pretended to fight me in front of me, and then blew it up himself."
John looked at the grass blades on the ground and spoke in a low voice.
"He blew himself up into a puddle of flesh and blood just to make me think that it was Marge who personally killed the surrender certificate handed to me by his companion in order to survive. He wanted to use his own death to completely clear Marge's name and exchange for her safety for the rest of her life."
Backyard became quiet.
Lynn After hearing these words, he silently put down the teacup in his hand.
He turned his head and looked at John next to him. "What do you want to do with Marge?"
John was stunned for a moment.
Hey, me?
"I respect your choice."
Lynn looked into his eyes and added the second half of the sentence.
As soon as this sentence came out, John was completely confused.
His blue eyes widened slightly, his lips opened, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "You won't let me let her go?"
Lynn couldn't help but smile when he saw John's relieved and stunned expression.
"You have grown up, John."
Lynn stretched out his hand and helped him smooth out the folds on the collar of his hoodie, "You are now in charge of the entire Vought. Tens of thousands of people under your control rely on you for food. The people of All-America need your protection. You are no longer the little brat who needs me to follow you behind every day to teach you the rules."
John looked at Lynn blankly.
"In this matter, I am not qualified to veto your decision at all. Only you know the suffering of these ten years."
Lynn retracted his hand, leaned on the back of the recliner, and said matter-of-factly:
"Besides, there is no need to wrong your family for the sake of an outsider. Just do whatever you think is appropriate."
Lynn Close your eyes and feel the cool autumn breeze in the evening.
To be honest, he is really satisfied with the current John.
The moment he opened his eyes in Cryogenic Chamber, he felt really unsure.
He was absent from the most critical ten years of John's life.
Without him watching, he was really afraid that the teachings he had worked so hard on before would be completely in vain.
He was afraid that John would completely lose control because of his death, and his character would experience a more serious violent rebound, and eventually turn into a madman who only knows killing and destruction...
But now it seems that he was worrying too much.
The John in front of us is wise and powerful. He knows how to give hope to the people with a smile, and how to give despair to the enemy with an iron fist.
He drove away those younger brothers and sisters in order to give them freedom and to keep them out of danger.
He frantically searched for potions in order to revive his expensive adoptive father.
John answered the communicator again.
"Sir! The transfer convoy is ready, the armed security is fully armed, and it's ready to go at any time!"
Ashley's tight voice came out immediately.
Apparently she had been glued to the phone for fear of missing any instructions from this living ancestor.
John looked at the tone and said calmly, "There is no need to transfer, let Marge go."
"Received! The transfer convoy will set off immediately..."
Ashley responded loudly like a reflex, her professionalism making her mouth run ahead of her mind.
But mid-sentence, her voice suddenly stopped.
It took a full three seconds before Ashley's somewhat giddy confirmation sound came.
"Receive... receive?"
She seemed to suspect that she was hearing hallucinations.
After all, just a few hours ago, this officer was planning to plow the entire Brooklyn area with Heat Vision.
Knowing that talking too much might lead to big trouble, but out of the survival instinct of a working man, Ashley still bit the bullet and asked shakily:
"Sir... did I hear correctly? You said... let him go?"
"..."
"Yes! Do it immediately!"