The cold wind blew across the ruins, blowing Mesmer's pleas intermittently.
John stood aside, looking at the fat man crying bitterly in the mud, with no expression on his face.
He has seen too many of these weaklings who don't even give up their dignity in order to survive.
John did not speak, but turned to look at Lynn, waiting for the final judgment.
Lynn stood there with his hands in his coat pockets.
He lowered his head and looked down at the man who was almost hugging his calf.
Let him beg with tears in his eyes.
Lynn just looked at it quietly for a while.
Then, a faint smile appeared.
He bent down slightly and looked through the disguised tears, directly into Mesmer's dodging little eyes.
"Godolkin, you did a good job."
Lynn's voice is not loud, and his tone is even gentle.
But as soon as those seven fluttering words came out, Mesmer on the ground seemed to have been suddenly cut off from the power supply.
The pig-like wailing, begging for mercy, and even the tears and flattering smile on his face stopped abruptly at this moment.
It was like an invisible hand was strangling him, and all the sounds were swallowed back into his stomach.
Mesmer froze in place.
Lynn slowly added the last half of the sentence.
"But I still say that, the look in your eyes is so disgusting."
John stood beside Lynn, watching the ever-changing expressions on that fat face.
He didn't hold back and laughed directly.
"Let me tell you, this old guy is quite durable."
After hearing this, the fat man on the ground stopped pretending to be pitiful.
He slowly sat up straight from the muddy water, put away his cowardly attitude and replaced it with a forced calmness.
Godolkin took two deep breaths and looked up at the two of them.
"I admit, I can't beat you."
He paused, trying to sound like he was conducting a serious negotiation.
"But seriously, there is no need for us to fight to the death. Keep me here. I will work exclusively for you from now on. With my brains and skills, I can provide you with great value. How about you spare my life?"
Lynn said nothing.
He turned his head and met John's gaze.
The father and son just looked at each other in the ruins.
Lynn touched his chin and frowned slightly, seeming to be deep in thought.
John also imitated his example, clasping his hands in front of his chest, his eyes becoming extremely solemn, as if he was seriously weighing the pros and cons of keeping this scientist.
Seeing the two people's indecision, Godolkin's eyes lit up.
There's drama!
As long as these two people still have demand for his skills and as long as they still have greed, he will be able to walk out of this ruins alive today.
As long as he survives, he can always find a chance to make a comeback.
The ruins were quiet for three seconds.
Then, Lynn and John opened their mouths at the same time, and their voices overlapped and were uniform.
"No."
Simply.
neat.
There is no sloppiness at all.
Godolkin The hope that had just risen on his face froze in an instant.
The humiliation of being tricked went straight to his forehead, and his fat face turned purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Okay! Very good!"
Godolkin gritted his teeth, his facial features twisted together,
"Since you won't make it easy for me, then no one can be happy!"
The moment he finished speaking, the veins on the fat man's neck popped out, and his whole figure looked like a pufferfish that had sucked in enough air, its body rapidly expanding uncontrollably.
He is mobilizing all the remaining energy in this body and preparing to detonate it directly.
Lynn and John stood on the same spot without taking even half a step back.
The two of them just looked at the fat man on the ground who was about to swell into a ball. There was no trace of panic in their eyes, but they looked like... looking at a fool.
"He is also a Doctor after all, right?"
John frowned and looked at Lynn in confusion.
"How could he be so stupid? If he exploded this piece of meat, what good would it do besides splattering us with fat?"
"Maybe my brain is broken."
Lynn sighed and looked helplessly at the fat man on the ground.
But if you think about it carefully, this makes sense.
Godolkin's body had its heart ripped out by John just now, and what is left in Mesmer's body now is just a small fragment of remaining consciousness.
Without the support of a complete brain, this incomplete consciousness made such a suicidal move after being forced into a desperate situation, which is indeed consistent with the behavior of a madman.
At this moment, the fat body was so red that it looked like it would explode into a cloud of blood mist in the next second.
Mesmer's body suddenly twitched.
That ever-expanding trend came to an abrupt end.
The angry and crazy expression on Godolkin's face was broken, and shock and panic appeared on his face.
Mesmer rolled his eyes, revealing only the whites of his eyes. He hugged his head with both hands and let out a painful growl from his throat.
Deep in the mind of this body, a fight is taking place.
A few seconds later.
The scarlet color begins to fade quickly.
The bloated body also shriveled up and turned back into the bloated fat man again.
Mesmer was lying on the gravel ground, spitting out acidic water.
When he raised his head again, the evil that belonged to Godolkin in his eyes had disappeared without a trace.
Mesmer himself is back.
Think about it too.
How could a person who makes a living by reading and tampering with other people's memories, who has worked around Godolkin for so long and knows Godolkin's abilities, not leave a backdoor in his own mind?
In this way, Godolkin was cut off from his last chance of survival by this wretched fat man whom he had always regarded as a tool.
Mesmer couldn't stop shaking.
Because John was staring at him coldly.
Fear is strangling Mesmer's neck.
However, when he gasped and looked away from John, he ran into Lynn's dark and deep eyes.
He stared at Lynn with a strange look.
Even if there is no physical contact now, his instinct of observing words and emotions is far beyond that of ordinary people.
He didn't see any killing intent on Lynn's face.
On the contrary.
Mesmer even caught a fleeting surprise from Lynn's eyes.
Surprise?
Mesmer's mind was spinning rapidly.
How is this possible!?
According to common sense, it would be easy for John to cut him into pieces now.
Why does Lynn have this expression?
Could it be that this mysterious man took a fancy to his ability?
Do you want your lost dog to do things for him?
The instinct to survive instantly overwhelmed everything.
"You don't want to kill me."
Mesmer sat paralyzed in the muddy water and tentatively opened his mouth. Although his voice was hoarse, his tone was somewhat certain.
Lynn didn't show any surprise.
He really didn't want to kill Mesmer.
At least not now.
Because keeping Mesmer has other uses.
Lynn didn't say anything, it was his acquiescence.
This attitude is like a shot in the arm, directly hitting Mesmer's heart.
After confirming that he was still valuable, Mesmer's nerves, which were so tense that they were about to break, instantly relaxed.
He quickly put away his cowardice and cowardice, and now he is confident and confident after grabbing the bargaining chip in a desperate situation.
He even adjusted his sitting position so that he could lean on a relatively flat piece of gravel.
"Let me do something for you, okay."
Mesmer looked at Lynn and said boldly,
"But you have to stay close to me so we can have a good talk."