The real world, the bottom of the ruins pit.
The sun is still dazzling.
John stood behind Lynn, still maintaining a highly tense state.
Always be ready to rush forward and fight Lynn away.
From his perspective, the dozen or so sharp blood thorns, with a fierce wind sound, went straight to Lynn's face and pierced it.
Lynn just raised his hand and stretched out a finger.
The fingertips come into contact with the blood prick.
At this critical moment, a change occurred.
Just a blink of an eye.
The blood thorn still baring its teeth and claws in mid-air, the blood surrounding Neuman completely collapsed.
There was a crash.
They completely lost control and splashed directly on the ground.
John was stunned for a moment.
He looked over Lynn's shoulder and looked at the woman half a meter away.
Neuman still maintains the suddenly violent posture just now.
Her legs were slightly bent, her hands stretched forward, and the crazy twisted expression on her face was still frozen in her facial features.
A breeze blew by, raising her hair.
But she remained motionless.
John narrowed his eyes slightly.
Neuman's pure white eyes, all the energy was wiped out at that moment, and there was no longer any life in them.
There was no breathing and no heartbeat.
There is only an empty shell without a soul, still standing stiffly in the sun.
John circled half a circle around Neuman's stiff body and poked her shoulder.
"Why is she like this?"
John turned his head and asked curiously.
"I entered her spiritual world and killed her there."
John was stunned for a moment.
I don't know how serious it is!
"That's awesome."
John sighed sincerely.
Lynn looked at his appearance and couldn't help but smile.
At this moment, there was a slight noise from the rubble pile not far away.
The two of them turned to look at the same time.
Clone wakes up.
However, he did not get up. Instead, he lay face down among the muddy water and rubble like a puppet with its strings cut off.
He opened his eyes and stared at the broken brick in front of him without focus.
Previously, in order to perfectly occupy this body, Godolkin used Mesmer to clear all the memories in Clone's mind.
Now that Godolkin is dead, those foreign consciousnesses have disappeared, and the body left behind is like a newborn baby.
Except for the most basic instincts of breathing and swallowing, his mind was completely blank.
John stared at the figure lying on the ground, his brows moving slightly.
He did not speak, but quietly turned his head and looked at Lynn's side face with his peripheral vision, as if he was nervously waiting for Lynn's reaction.
Lynn noticed John's small movements.
He did not look back, his eyes still fell on Clone, but his tone was very casual:
"Let Legend send a medical team over and take him back to Vought. Let a professional team take over and reshape his cognition."
Having said this, Lynn turned his head and looked into John's eyes.
"What do you think, John?"
After hearing these words, John's tense shoulders relaxed visibly.
"I think it's pretty good."
He nodded heavily, seemed to be relieved, and even spoke much faster.
Lynn looked at John's relieved look, and the smile on his lips became even thicker.
What John is thinking in his mind can't escape Lynn's eyes.
The worried expression on this kid's face just now clearly showed that he was afraid that out of his kindness, he would bring home Clone, who looked like him and was just a teenager.
After all, that was the time when John was growing up that Lynn really missed.
But Lynn never had such an idea in his mind.
If Clone is really brought back to the Manor, what is the difference between this and ordinary parents who forcefully have a second child in order to make up for their regrets regardless of the feelings of their older children?
What's more, this second child was adopted from an unknown source.
A few minutes ago, everyone's eyes were focused on National Television Station's live broadcast.
The high school student named Clark and the three crying bullies tore apart the overwhelming lies on the Internet.
But with the fall of Neuman and Clone.
The eyes of the world were drawn back again.
The countless pairs of eyes staring at the screen are full of incredulity.
The situation reversed too quickly.
The invincible man wearing Stars and Stripes uniform fell.
Then, Neuman and Clone inexplicably stopped moving.
Immediately afterwards, Homelander woke up, left and headed straight to a certain place.
Finally, a black-haired Asian man suddenly appeared and returned to the scene side by side with Homelander.
Finally, this man touched Neuman, and Neuman died completely.
Then, it was all over.
What the hell???
"Who is this person?"
This sentence rang out in the living rooms of tens of millions of families, in street bars, and in offices at the same time.
Even Eddie, who was hiding in the ruins and holding Video Camera to record the video, looked confused.
No impression, no impression at all.
Of course, there are very few people who know the identity of Lynn.
For example, in the National Television Station studio, Homelander's loyal fans are Clark.
At this time, the live broadcast signal in the studio has been forcibly cut off by the background.
The screen turned into dazzling snowflakes.
A dozen heavily armed security personnel, carrying Pistol, surrounded Clark and Frenchie.
Although Clark's tearful speech just now did make many security personnel present feel a little shaken, but one code must be the same.
In front of the law, these two men were armed terrorists who broke into National Television Station and were even suspected of kidnapping!
The dark muzzle was pointed at them.
But Frenchie was not panicked at all.
He simply sat down next to the three gangsters with broken legs, exhaled a long breath, and even grinned heartlessly.
Next to him, Clark was also leaning against the broadcasting station. Although his legs were still shaking a little, he had a relieved expression on his face.
They don't know what the direction of public opinion outside has become now, and they don't know whether what they just said has really awakened those people who were deceived.
But they have done everything they can to the best of their ability.
No more regrets.
Frenchie leaned on the table leg of the broadcasting station, took out the squashed cigarette from his pocket, and lit a fire without paying attention to the cannibalistic looks of the security captains around him.
He took a long sip and pointed to the large screen on the wall that was still receiving external signals.
"Hey, boy."
Frenchie blew out a gray smoke ring and turned his head to look at Clark, "Who is this person?"
Clark followed Frenchie's fingers and looked over, his eyes lit up.
"His name is Lynn."
Clark straightened up and answered seriously,
"It's Director, a member of Vought International. Mr. Homelander has mentioned him in several talk shows."
Frenchie was stunned for a moment.
"A Director?"
Frenchie bit his cigarette butt and said vaguely, as if he heard some joke,
"Who are you fooling? Vought has too many Directors. When did Homelander ever be so honest in front of a Director?"
Clark After hearing this, not only was he not angry, but he raised his chin slightly, and even had a bit of pride on his face.
"Because I presume..."
The boy paused and stared at the two figures standing together on the screen, "He is the father of Homelander."
"Ah???"