The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the ruins of Godolkin University, giving the broken bricks and tiles on the ground a layer of warm light.
The fanatical people had dispersed long ago at noon.
Now the playground is full of Vought support staff wearing reflective vests.
Ashley, wearing dusty high heels and holding a walkie-talkie in his hand, was sweating profusely and directing the convoy to enter the venue.
Too many people died this time, and thousands of corpses needed to be identified, bagged and shipped away.
With just these dozens of logistics workers, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish the finishing work until tomorrow morning.
Lynn did not stand aside and watch the show.
He took off his coat, casually put it on the concrete pillar, and bent down to help lift a stretcher.
John saw this and silently stepped forward.
Without saying a word, he easily moved several boards weighing several tons and cleared out the remains underneath.
Not far away, Black Noir was also silent, transporting black body bags to the refrigerated truck.
Just when they were cleaning up to the edge of the central playground, several employees stopped and looked embarrassed.
A red-haired woman lay in a shallow pit in the ruins.
It's Marge.
Her face was pale and her clothes were stained with dried blood.
Neuman took away so much blood, and an ordinary Supe would have died a long time ago.
But she relied on her abnormal body functions to endure it. Although she fell into a severe coma, her chest was still rising and falling weakly.
Lynn walked over and explored her carotid artery.
"Ashley, call the medical team over."
Lynn stood up and called to the busy secretary not far away.
"Send her to the Medical Department at the headquarters to take a good rest. When she wakes up, ask her if she wants to stay and work at Vought. It's all up to her volition, don't force her."
Ashley nodded repeatedly and quickly called two medical staff to come over with a cart and carefully lifted Marge up.
After dealing with Marge, Lynn's eyes fell on an open space more than ten meters away.
Clone, who looks exactly like John, is lying in the rubble in a daze.
The surrounding employees deliberately walked away from him, and no one dared to come even half a step closer.
If this kid suddenly loses control of his emotions and goes violent and hurts others, few people here except John will survive.
Lynn stepped on the gravel and walked over.
John immediately dropped what he was doing and followed Lynn closely, his eyes locked on the young man on the ground.
Lynn walked up to the young man, stretched out his hand, and held his arm.
Clone didn't resist, and followed Lynn's strength to sit up from the ground, and then slowly stood up straight.
His blue eyes looked at Lynn without focus.
"Do you know who you are?"
Lynn looked at that young face and spoke calmly.
The young man shook his head dullly. "I don't know."
"Don't you have a name?"
"Name?"
The young man murmured and repeated these two words, his eyes full of confusion.
Lynn let go of his hand, thinking about it.
After Godolkin's consciousness was completely shattered, this body is now a clean white paper.
What pattern will be drawn on this white paper in the future depends entirely on the person carrying it.
Lynn touched his chin and several thoughts flashed through his mind.
Take it home and raise it yourself?
No, no, no.
John has finally grown up now, and his personality has become much more stable.
It is too stressful to teach a kid with the power to destroy the world from scratch.
He's not a shotacon, so he doesn't have the leisure to become a full-time nanny again.
Let Black Noir teach?
Lynn turned his head and glanced at the silent black figure in the distance, and shook his head.
The two were unable to even conduct basic communication.
As for Benjamin... Lynn kicked this old gangster off the candidate list without even thinking about it.
If you really hand him this blank piece of paper, he will definitely bring out a foul-mouthed street bully within three months.
Lynn sighed with a headache and glanced across the distance unintentionally.
Two paramedics are pushing Marge into the ambulance.
Looking at the red-haired girl on the stretcher, Lynn's eyes lit up, and a good idea suddenly came to him.
Isn't this a ready-made perfect candidate?
Whether it is the Queen Maeve in the memory of his previous life who seemed cold but actually had a bottom line in his heart, or the Marge who dared to resist in order to protect his younger brother in this life.
Her nature is not bad.
Since this girl is not bad in nature, it is definitely a good choice to give her this white paper-like Clone.
Lynn turned around and mentioned this plan to John beside him.
"As you wish."
John nodded without thinking.
He didn't even give that extra look to Clone who looked exactly like him.
For him, as long as the decision made by Lynn is equivalent to the truth, there is no need to ask why.
At this moment, several logistics personnel carried a body on a stretcher and walked out of the entrance of Basement.
That's Godolkin.
This guy's chest still had the bright blood holes on the front and back, and his withered arms hung weakly on the edge as the stretcher swayed.
Lynn looked at the corpse, his deep eyes moved slightly.
He tilted his head, just in time to catch John's gaze.
The two men just looked at each other.
Everything is left unsaid.
John pulled up the corners of his mouth, took half a step forward and lowered his voice:
"I still have the researchers who extracted the potion from that woman Stormfront."
Lynn said nothing, just smiled and gave him a thumbs up.
Now in this ruins, there is only the last troublesome person whose life or death is unknown.
Mesmer.
Lynn turned around and walked towards him.
Mesmer's fat body was lying stretched out in the mud, water and dust.
His face was covered with dried blood, his eyes were closed tightly, and the rise and fall of his chest was so weak that it was almost invisible, like a dead pig thrown on the chopping board.
Lynn walked up to him and stopped.
His back was turned to the setting sun, and his figure completely blocked the light, casting a shadow on Mesmer's face.
Lynn put his hands in his pockets and said nothing.
John followed behind and stopped beside Lynn, staring down at the fat man on the ground as well.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
The two of them just looked at him quietly. No one called him out or reached out to feel his breath.
In the shadows, Mesmer's tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly uncontrollably.
Although the amplitude is very small, under John's super vision, this poor acting of pretending to be dead is too conspicuous.
John looked at the fat man on the ground and said in a cold voice:
"If you don't open your eyes now."
"I will kill you directly."
The fat man on the ground shivered violently, and his closed eyelids popped open instantly.
The pair of eyes that were not big in the first place were now widened, with a desire for survival almost overflowing from them.
He didn't even care about how harsh the ground of the ruins was. He turned over on his hands and knees and crawled directly at the feet of Lynn and John like a heavy meat insect.
"Don't kill me! Please spare my life!"
Mesmer stared at the two people in front of him, his face full of flattery, and he squeezed out a flattering smile that was uglier than crying.
"I really couldn't help myself! It was all Neuman and that lunatic Doctor who forced me to do it! If I don't listen to them, they will kill me!"
Mesmer was crying and kowtowing.
"As long as you are willing to let me go, I can be your dog! I will do whatever you ask me to do. From now on, I will be the most obedient dog around you. Please, please forgive me!"