John Slowly release your fingers.
The completely rotten heart, together with the minced meat, fell to the concrete floor with a thud.
Godolkin's body lost its last support, like a deflated doll, it fell forward limply, face down on the edge of the steps, completely dead.
John didn't look at the body on the ground.
He stood there, his chest heaving violently.
The right arm that penetrated Godolkin's chest hung weakly by his side, with thick blood dripping down his fingertips.
After the adrenaline faded away, the feeling of exhaustion, as if even the bone marrow was being drained, mixed with the severe pain of broken bones, came flooding back.
His tall body swayed uncontrollably, his knees softened, and he staggered forward half a step.
A pair of hands held his shoulders firmly.
Lynn did not dislike the pungent smell of blood and heavy dust on John's body. He just took a step forward and let John lean on him.
It's very quiet in Basement.
Lynn took out a handkerchief from his pocket, grabbed John's right hand that was full of blood, lowered his head, and wiped the minced meat between his fingers bit by bit.
It's like wiping the hands of the boy who got his hands dirty playing in the mud in Long Island Estate many years ago.
"It's my fault, I came back late."
Lynn said softly.
John let Lynn wipe his hands.
He raised his head, looked at Lynn, and smiled brightly, "It doesn't matter, I'm already very happy when you come back."
"I didn't expect you to be so strong now, Lynn."
After saying this, John kept giggling like "giggling".
However, he was smiling, but his voice was hoarse.
He lowered his head, his blond hair hanging down to cover his eyes.
"They hate me."
This young man who had just taken out someone else's heart with his hands, his voice at this moment was full of endless grievances.
"Those people outside are scolding me and throwing stones at me. I obviously did nothing wrong. I just want to make the world a better place..."
He raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and his blue eyes were full of confusion.
"Lynn, did I really do something wrong?"
Lynn Stop what you are doing.
He crumpled the dirty paper towel into a ball and threw it on Godolkin's body, then took out a new one and wiped the blood on John's face.
"You did nothing wrong."
Lynn looked at John with a gentle tone.
"What's wrong are those who are hiding behind your back to plot against you. You did what you should do. In the past ten years, you have done it better than anyone else."
Lynn pressed the tissue in his hand on John's forehead and became gentler.
"Besides, the situation outside is not as bad as you think."
Lynn smiled, took off the scarf around his neck, and wrapped it around the collar of John's tattered uniform.
"On the way back, I saw a somewhat decadent-looking hacker with a high school student who had just robbed a TV station. The boy told everyone in front of the camera that you saved his life."
John was stunned.
He opened his mouth, as if he still hadn't recovered from the sudden news.
Lynn patted his dusty back.
"Come on, let's go clean up the mess."
Basement and Iron Gate slowly open.
Lynn walked up the steps, John followed quietly.
The two walked out of the cold and damp underground space one after another, and stepped on the ruins of Godolkin University again.
The midday sun was not blocked, shining straight down and falling on John's blood-stained shoulders.
John narrowed his eyes.
He raised his head in a daze, facing the light.
Before this, he always felt that the weather was so hot and annoying, but now, he felt that the sunshine was very warm on his body.
The bone-chilling chill is being dissipated bit by bit.
In front of his sight, in a pile of rubble more than ten meters away, three people were lying scattered.
Neuman, the blond Clone, and the one with blood on his face Mesmer.
They fell in the ruins, motionless.
Lynn stepped on the rubble and walked over there.
John behind him instinctively stretched out his hand and grabbed Lynn's sleeve.
John lowered his voice and his muscles tensed instantly.
Even though he knew that Lynn was now very powerful, when he saw Lynn approaching those monsters unprepared, he was still subconsciously afraid that something might happen to Lynn.
Lynn stopped.
He turned his head, looked into John's nervous blue eyes, gave him a gentle look, and gently patted the back of John's hand.
To reassure him.
John hesitated for a moment, then slowly let go of his hand.
Lynn turned around and continued walking forward.
Just when he stopped less than half a meter in front of Neuman.
Neuman, whose eyes were originally closed, suddenly opened them.
Her body rose up like a spring, and her hands suddenly waved in the air.
The few pools of blood on the ground instantly turned into a dozen sharp blood thorns, which went straight to Lynn's throat and face.
The speed was extremely fast.
However, in the face of this speed, Lynn raised his hand.
He stretched out a finger and touched the blood thorn lightly with his fingertip.
The moment the two came into contact, Neuman's movements suddenly froze.
Her pair of pure white and strange eyes fell into confusion again.
The wind stopped.
When Neuman blinked again, trying to see clearly Lynn in front of him, the surrounding ruins, sunlight, and even the smell of blood in the air were all gone.
Instead, there was a familiar smell of disinfectant.
Neuman was stunned in place.
She found herself sitting beside a cold iron bed, wearing a wide white short-sleeved shirt.
Not only her, there were also more than a dozen children of similar age crowded around, all wearing identical white clothes and huddled in a dark corner.
Neuman lowered his head and stared blankly at his hands.
There are no long fingers or surging blood.
They were a pair of arms belonging to a little girl, thin and malnourished.
She went back to her childhood.
She returned to that extremely terrifying place, the underground laboratory of Vought.
Neuman's heart suddenly tightened, and his pupils trembled violently.
She seemed to realize something.
The thin body shivered uncontrollably, and his teeth chattered.
Bang.
The door Iron Gate at the end of the room was kicked open.
The pale light from the corridor shone through the crack in the door, elongating a dark shadow.
A woman wearing a dark suit walked in menacingly.
The moment he saw the person's face clearly, Neuman felt that his breathing had completely stopped.
Stormfront.
This is a nightmare deeply rooted in her bones, and it is the death of all New Vanguard Camp children.
Facing this woman, Neuman couldn't even have a thought of resistance in his mind. His legs went weak and he fell directly to the floor.
Stormfront stepped on military boots and stopped by the door.
She glanced around the trembling children in the room with disdain, her eyes stayed on the faces of several colored children for two seconds, and sneered:
"A bunch of trash."
The moment the voice fell, dazzling purple lightning exploded from Stormfront's palm.
The violent electric current was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, striking the children of different skin colors in the corner without distinction.
The screams and the smell of burning flesh instantly filled the entire room.
And Neuman is one of them.