It's done.
Godolkin was overjoyed.
When he regained his vision again, he found that he was in a dead, pure black space.
Ten meters ahead, the shadow of Lynn was floating quietly in mid-air with its eyes closed.
Godolkin opened his mouth and smiled cruelly.
According to past experience.
As long as he rushes over and tears the unsuspecting shadow into pieces, this incredible body will completely change its owner.
In this spiritual space, no matter how powerful the outside world is, it has no meaning.
Most people's souls are as brittle as a piece of water-soaked tissue paper, which will break when poked.
What's more, he had the first mover advantage.
Godolkin stopped talking nonsense, and his consciousness turned into a big net, swooping towards the shadow of Lynn.
But at the moment when the big net was about to be covered.
Lynn, floating in the air, opened his eyes without warning.
Godolkin froze suddenly, and his forward lunge was stuck halfway.
This is impossible.
How can a person who is forcibly pulled into a spiritual space regain consciousness immediately?
Before Godolkin could figure out the problem, Lynn in front moved.
Lynn Take one step.
He instantly crossed a distance of more than ten meters, came to Godolkin, and punched out.
Bang.
Godolkin's consciousness exploded into a ball of scattered light spots on the spot.
Poof!
Basement li.
Godolkin opened his eyes suddenly, and a mouthful of black blood sprayed directly on the wall.
He clutched his chest, breathing heavily, and the clothes all over his body were completely soaked in cold sweat.
The severe mental tearing feeling gave him a splitting headache.
run.
Must run immediately.
Godolkin's face was twisted together, and his eyes were full of fear.
He didn't understand how such an illogical monster could exist in this world. Not only was it completely immune to physical attacks, but even a shadow in the mental space could shatter his consciousness with one punch.
You can't stay here any longer.
Godolkin stood up unsteadily while holding on to the edge of the iron bed, and reached out to grab the coat hanging on the wall.
He had to control Neuman again, even if it was just for a few seconds. As long as he controlled the woman to create a little chaos in the ruins and distract Lynn, he would have enough time to escape from Godolkin University and leave New York.
Godolkin gritted his teeth and closed his eyes again, trying to capture the faint connection on the ground.
Just then.
Snap, snap.
Someone tapped him twice on his left shoulder.
Godolkin subconsciously pulled back with his hand.
"Don't cause trouble."
He muttered impatiently.
The words just fell.
The deathly silence in Basement.
Godolkin's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and his heart skipped a beat.
Who was the person who tapped him on the shoulder just now?
Dense goosebumps exploded along the tailbone all the way to the scalp.
Godolkin turned his neck stiffly.
Two steps away.
Lynn Put his hands in his coat pockets.
He just stood quietly under the dim light, looking at Godolkin expressionlessly.
Godolkin's legs went weak, and his back was pressed against the cold wall.
Looking at the gentle face in front of him, he felt like he was seeing an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
"How could you..."
Godolkin's voice was shaking so much that he couldn't even piece together a complete sentence, and his eyes were trembling violently.
"How did you know I was here?"
Godolkin waited for a long time, but did not get any response from Lynn.
The man in the coat just stood there, staring at him calmly.
Godolkin's calves began to tremble uncontrollably.
The person in front of me has found his true identity.
Although he also secretly injected himself with Original Compound V, his physical strength was far beyond that of ordinary people.
But there is no comparison with an unreasonable pervert like Homelander.
If Lynn takes action now, he will really die.
As a person who finally regained his life after more than ten years, he was more afraid of death than anyone else.
Godolkin swallowed, slowly raised his hands, and forced a flattering smile on his originally gloomy face.
"It's easy to discuss, my friend."
Godolkin's voice was trembling, and he tried hard to look non-threatening.
"As long as you can spare my life, I can do anything you ask me to do. I can give you anything."
He doesn't want to die.
As long as you can survive, you can throw all your face and dignity into the sewer.
However, what he didn't expect was.
Lynn looked at him and nodded very simply.
"Okay."
Lynn said calmly, "I will spare your life."
Godolkin was stunned.
Happiness came so suddenly that it made him feel a little nervous.
He tentatively added, "You swear, United States people will not lie to United States people."
Lynn looked at this old monster and smiled strangely.
"Okay, United States people don't lie to United States people."
After saying that, Lynn really turned around.
He didn't even glance at Godolkin, and stepped on the steps leading to the ground step by step, walking up.
Ta, da, da.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty Basement.
Godolkin leaned against the wall, staring at the back of Lynn, his mind a mess.
He just left like that?
At his own expense, he pushed Homelander and Vought to a dead end, and almost turned the entire country upside down.
This man with unfathomable strength actually let him go?
Seeing Lynn walking further and further away, Godolkin didn't even dare to think of a sneak attack from behind.
Just when Lynn was about to finish the last step and step out of the door of Basement.
He stopped and suddenly turned around.
Lynn looked down at Godolkin who was leaning against the wall, smiled gently at him, opened his lips slightly, and whispered a word.
"Bang."
The moment the words fell.
Godolkin The picture in front of his eyes flickered suddenly, and the surrounding illusions instantly collapsed.
Immediately afterwards, there was a slight cold sting in my chest.
Godolkin slowly lowered his head.
He watched helplessly as an arm penetrated his chest from his back.
In the center of the blood-stained palm was a still-beating heart.
That's his heart.
A large amount of blood instantly poured into the trachea, Godolkin opened his mouth, a strange gurgling sound came from his throat, and black and red blood foam dripped down his chin and onto the ground.
He turned his neck hard and stiffly.
Looking over his shoulder, he saw the man who should have been lying at the bottom of the rubble pit.
John stood behind him.
The blond hair was covered in dust and the uniform was in tatters.
He just stood in the shadows, with no emotion in his eyes, only a coldness as cold as a glacier.
Godolkin's lips moved, as if he wanted to utter a few more words of begging for mercy or unwillingness.
But John didn't even give him half a second.
The hand holding the heart suddenly tightened without warning.
Pfft.