"Bye bye, sir! Bye bye Lynn Director! Walk slowly!"
Ashley stood by the corridor, his waist bent almost parallel to the ground, with a smile on his face.
After the two figures disappeared, she straightened up and let out a long breath.
She raised her wrist and glanced at her watch.
Half past four in the afternoon.
She has been working as an intern at Vought for more than half a year. In her opinion, Homelander is a tireless workaholic.
Every day I either come to the company to check in for meetings, or I patrol constantly.
This was the first time she saw her immediate boss leaving the building so early.
Moreover, today's situation is too abnormal.
Ashley walked back in high heels, his mind constantly replaying the back view of the two of them when they left.
In the past few months, that Lynn Director would come to the company regularly to check in.
Homelander was also very polite to him, but there was always an inexplicable stiffness in that politeness.
The two walked together as if they were separated by an invisible layer of glass.
But today is completely different.
From the moment Lynn Director stepped into the building, the glass was broken.
Homelander followed Lynn, his shoulders were completely relaxed, and even his walking steps were subconsciously catering to him.
The kind of intimacy and dependence that comes naturally is like... a good son who follows his father.
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Ashley, what are you thinking about!
Ashley stood at the corner of the corridor and touched his chin.
Something is 100% wrong!
The setting sun shines on the roof of Long Island Estate.
Lynn is wearing a gray apron and is standing in front of the cooking table, flipping the food in the pan.
The butter melts in the hot pan, and the aroma of garlic mixed with the sweetness of the shrimp fills the air.
In the casserole next to it, rich cream of mushroom soup is bubbling.
John stood next to the sink, frantically trying to help, but had no idea where to start.
It's been ten years.
Everything he had eaten in the past ten years combined could not make him feel as at ease as this home-cooked meal.
"It's time to eat."
Lynn Turn off the heat, put the fried prawns on a plate, put on insulated gloves and took out the lamb chops from the baking pan, and placed them firmly in the center of the dining table.
John immediately pulled out the chair and sat down on the right side of Lynn.
Black Noir held three white porcelain plates and knives and forks in his hands, quietly arranged his position, then pulled out the chair on the left and sat down silently.
Lynn took off his apron, picked up the tongs, and first picked up two bone-in mutton chops for John, then filled a bowl of mushroom soup, and then divided the food for Black Noir.
The meal was very quiet.
John chewed the mutton, not even bothering to wipe the sauce from the corners of his mouth.
After eating and drinking, he took a tissue and wiped his mouth, stood up and looked at Lynn and said with a smile:
"I'm going on patrol. You should rest early."
"Pay attention to safety." Lynn nodded.
With a slight sonic boom outside, John soared into the sky and quickly disappeared into the night.
The villa became completely quiet.
Black Noir stood up and was about to clear away the dishes on the table, but Lynn raised his hand and knocked on the table, indicating that he should sit down first.
"Black Noir, I need you to keep the next thing confidential."
Lynn leaned back on the chair and looked calmly at the man in black sitting on the left.
Black Noir stopped and sat back on the chair. His eyes under the mask looked at Lynn seriously.
"At the company during the day, John showed me Vought's file."
Lynn's voice was not loud, but with a hint of coldness, "I already know about Compound V's raw material industry chain."
Black Noir's body stiffened slightly.
"John shut down all overseas markets in order to cut off those dirty transactions, but as a result, they were boycotted by those overseas forces with guilty consciences, and they were splashed with dirty water."
Lynn picked up the warm water at hand and took a sip.
"He pretended not to care, but I can't pretend that nothing happened. I want to liquidate all the forces in the world that have cooperated with Vought to provide and sell human body materials."
He looked at Black Noir and said in a calm tone, "I want to seek justice for John."
Black Noir was silent for a while.
He took out a small notebook and a black pen from the pocket of his battle uniform, scrawled a line of words, and pushed it in front of Lynn.
On the paper it says:
If you do this, I'm afraid it will be counterproductive and make John, who has already been smeared, even more black.
The overseas forces are deeply intertwined.
If someone goes on a killing spree now, the outside world will immediately suspect that it is the heinous Vought and Homelander who did it. By then, John's international reputation will be completely irreparable.
Lynn glanced at the words on the paper and smiled.
"This matter has nothing to do with John, nor does it have anything to do with Vought International."
Lynn pushed the piece of paper back, "I will do it entirely in my own name. Don't those politicians and Supe like to blame others? Then let them know clearly that the person who killed them is called Lynn."
He looked out the window at the night with deep eyes.
"The worst outcome is just that there is one more globally wanted criminal in the world who is boycotted and feared by all mankind. There is no reason for my son to take the blame."
Black Noir took the notebook back and quickly wrote a few words on it: It's too dangerous for you to be alone.
Lynn saw those words clearly.
He didn't explain anything, he just slowly raised his right hand and slowly closed his five fingers.
"As for the safety of my life."
Lynn unclenched his fist and picked up the water glass, "Trust me."
Black Noir put away the tableware and walked into the kitchen.
Lynn is still sitting in his original position.
He closed his eyes and began to re-examine his body that had been sleeping for ten years.
Lynn raised his left hand.
Wearing that black Bracelet on her wrist, Jie.
Bracelet is intact and still at his disposal.
Next, he focused his attention on the heart.
Yasakani Blood Jade is floating quietly there.
But the moment Lynn's spirit touched the piece of bloody magatama, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his originally calm brows knitted together.
Cracked.
The originally round and clear surface of Blood Jade has a crack that runs through the entire jade body.
Lynn stared at the air in front of him, lost in thought.
Yasakani Blood Jade In addition to continuously providing physical enhancement with energy, the most important mechanism is the ability to withstand a fatal injury.
When jade is broken, people live.
Now that there are cracks on Blood Jade, it means that this life-saving mechanism has been triggered, blocking a certain death for him.
Lynn leaned on the back of the chair and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
When was it triggered?
Since he came to this world, he has experienced only a handful of life and death situations.
After thinking about it, the only thing that could force him to trigger the life-saving mechanism was that thunderstorm night on the top floor of Pentagon ten years ago.
North American Wizarding World Old Minister's Avada Kedavra Curse.
The miserable green magic light hit him directly.
But the problem lies precisely here.
Lynn Press your forehead.
If Yasakani Blood Jade successfully resisted that fatal Killing Curse, then he would not have died at that time, but would have been seriously injured and comatose at most.
But the fact is that his heartbeat stopped and his body temperature was lost.
John told him personally that he had searched all over the world for capable people and strangers, and everyone concluded that there was only an empty shell left in his body, and even his soul no longer existed.
He was solidly dead.
If Blood Jade blocked the fatal injury, why would he still die?
If he died and Blood Jade didn't block it, then where did this crack that penetrated the jade body come from?
Lynn rubbed his temples, vaguely feeling that this was inseparable from the lost memory.
[Original Compound V does give the protagonist other abilities, but I want to explain them later, giving the protagonist a feeling of a king descending from the sky]