New York The night wind is very cold.
John stands on the edge of the top spire of Vought Tower.
It's very high here, so high that you can't even climb above the hustle and bustle of the city.
He raised his head and looked at the cold bright moon in the night sky.
The moonlight shone on his broad shoulders, plating a layer of silver on his uniform.
He lowered his head and looked down at his feet.
Manhattan's thousands of lights have lit up one after another, forming a bright sea of stars.
Countless vehicles are like luminous blood flowing in the city's veins.
This city is so beautiful.
But now, millions of people in this city are looking forward to his death.
He was framed by the rats hiding in the gutter using the most despicable means, and became a monster despised by everyone.
John raised his hands and looked at his palms quietly.
At this moment, his heart was surprisingly calm, but underneath this calmness, there was a strong sense of exhaustion and sadness.
He felt that he had a clear conscience.
These hands were indeed stained with blood and had broken many people's necks.
But those people are drug dealers, gangsters, bullies and thugs, and they are all damn scum.
He has never gone to the streets to kill ordinary people who were keeping their peace and order for his own selfish desires.
At first it was Vought's request to wear this uniform, then it was Lynn's expectation, and finally he really liked this feeling.
Lynn had been gone for ten years, and he didn't want to let Lynn down. He wanted to give Lynn a clean world.
No matter what his original intention was, in the past ten years, he has been flying in the sky with real swords and guns, rain or shine, cleaning up the city's garbage.
He shouldn't be treated like this.
John slowly sat down on the edge of the minaret, with his two long legs dangling hundreds of meters in the air.
Stars and Stripes The cloak hangs down the cold tower body.
He looked at the flashing neon lights in the distance with confusion in his eyes.
Obviously just two days ago, he was walking with Lynn on the street.
At that time, both sides of the road were crowded with people, everyone was screaming at him, holding signs and shouting his name. The enthusiasm and admiration on those people's faces looked so real and dazzling.
How come it's only been forty-eight hours and everything has changed?
The three bullies with their legs broken cried a few words in front of the screen, and a lunatic with bombs strapped to his body directed and staged a farce in the square. The people who had worshiped him spat at him without hesitation, eager to eat his flesh.
Are those smiling faces two days ago all fake?
Are those praises and applause just a hypocritical performance that can be turned against at any time?
John buried his face in his broad palms.
The high-altitude wind blew past his ears, and he suddenly felt very cold and lonely.
This feeling of loneliness was like the sea water at high tide, filling his chest little by little, making him feel congested even in breathing.
He wants someone to accompany him.
The scene in the Long Island villa flashed through my mind uncontrollably.
Tommy, Reggie, Annie, Kevin, Little Turtles, Black Noir, and Benjamin.
If everyone was here, someone would definitely jump out at this time and make a lot of noise to help him beat up those bastards who spread rumors.
He wanted Lynn again.
John raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the night sky again.
What are Lynn doing now?
The Internet is so developed now that Lynn must have seen everything that happened to America.
I wonder if he will frown when he sees the overwhelming news that criticizes him, or if he will be angry with those netizens.
Lynn Can you understand what you are feeling now?
It will definitely work.
Lynn always understands him best.
Even if the whole world points at him and calls him a lunatic, Lynn will definitely stand by his side, touch his hair, and tell him that he did nothing wrong.
John just sat quietly on the top of the spire, letting the cold wind from high altitude blow on his cheeks, staring at the moon in a daze.
Lynn stood on a ruins that was almost razed to the ground.
He did not look at the mess on the ground under his feet, but raised his head and looked at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky.
Looking down Lynn's right hand, it's a head.
Lynn flicked it casually and threw the head into the bushes.
"Lynn Director!"
A sudden burst of air ripped apart the surrounding banana leaves.
Reggie suddenly stopped next to Lynn with an afterimage.
He was like an angry cheetah, spinning rapidly in circles next to Lynn, the soles of his shoes constantly rubbing against the ground.
"When are we going back to United States!"
Reggie stopped suddenly and waved the phone in his hand, "Look at how those bastards on the Internet scolded him! Why do they treat him like this!"
"Aren't you angry with John?"
Lynn asked in a calm tone.
Hearing Lynn ask this, Reggie scratched his hair irritably.
"Hey!"
Reggie kicked a piece of gravel away from his feet hard,
"How could we really be angry with him? How could we not know that he pushed us away for our own good!"
He stared at Lynn with red eyes:
"He is just an idiot who likes to take all the trouble himself! Now he is besieged by All-America country. He is scolded there alone, while we are hiding abroad. What a big deal!"
Reggie paused and said loudly, "But you are resurrected and John hasn't told us yet. It's really not fun! I have been looking for clues about Marge and them all these years!"
Lynn looked at the black boy in front of him who once only knew how to be naughty and mischievous, and nodded slightly.
"Hmm."
Lynn turned to look at the night in the distance, "Follow me first."
Reggie's eyes lit up and he immediately got ready to take off. "Shall we go to the airport to fly New York now?"
"I won't go back to my country."
Lynn stepped forward, and the sound floated into Reggie's ears.
"We have to hurry up."
Lynn didn't look back, just walked forward smoothly,
"Believe in John, and believe in me, I will definitely give justice to John."