Mesmer was rolling on the ground, staring at John who was standing beside him with his small bloodshot eyes:
"John! Why are you stopping me! Don't you want to see with your own eyes what is in this Lynn's head!"
Faced with this hysterical questioning, John didn't even move his eyebrows.
He slowly put away the red light in his eyes and calmly looked at the fat man rolling on the ground.
"I believe Lynn."
The blond young man's voice was like thunder on the ground.
He paused for two seconds and then said, "As for you, I don't believe it."
These words were like a basin of ice water, directly extinguishing the last glimmer of hope in Mesmer's heart.
Despair completely overwhelmed this mind reader.
He collapsed in the muddy water, coughing up blood and shouting at Lynn:
"Lynn Director, you are really scary! Even a monster like Homelander can be so completely brainwashed by you!"
Lynn has no answer.
He stood in the cold wind, looking at the gravel under his feet, a flash of contemplation in his dark eyes.
Brainwashing?
Lynn asked himself in his heart.
Back in that dark laboratory, in order to survive, he used food, stories and companionship to get close to John, to reshape the boy's rules bit by bit.
In order to protect himself, he did have a clear purpose in that relationship.
From a certain perspective, this method is not considered brainwashing.
Mesmer is a master at reading air.
Even though his whole body was shaking with pain, he still keenly captured this subtle change in Lynn's expression.
Those dodgey little eyes lit up instantly, as if they had grasped the last life-saving straw.
"Haha! I guessed it right!"
Mesmer laughed like a madman and pointed at Lynn,
"You are all the same type of people! You are also a liar who will do anything for yourself!"
He turned his head with malice, wanting to see the anger and confusion on John's face as his faith collapsed.
But he was disappointed.
John stood there with his hands casually in the pockets of his hoodie, looking at him as if he was watching a barking dog.
How could there be no reaction!
Mesmer's laughter got stuck in his throat.
He couldn't understand where this unreasonable trust came from.
However, what shocked him the most was yet to come.
Lynn took half a step forward and squatted down on the ruins.
He looked at Mesmer who was covered in cold sweat, slowly stretched out his hand, and directly took the fat man's remaining intact left hand.
The moment their skins touched, Mesmer froze.
He even forgot about the severe pain in his wrist and stared blankly at the man in front of him.
Lynn stared at Mesmer's eyes seriously, ignoring the changing expressions on the fat man's face, and just said one word in a calm tone.
"Please."
Mesmer held Lynn's hand tightly.
He slowly closed his eyes, ecstasy rushing to his forehead.
He has waited for this moment for too long.
In fact, Mesmer has always hidden an unknown hobby deep in his heart.
He not only likes to look through other people's memories, but also likes to put himself into it and experience the warmth of those target people's families.
He had enough of the glares and abuse in the orphanage, so he became obsessed with the illusion of being cared for by his parents.
Even if it was stolen, it could bring some satisfaction to his riddled heart.
Now, he finally seized this opportunity.
He wanted to see what kind of hypocritical calculations were hidden in the mind of this man who managed Long Island Estate like a perfect family and tamed Homelander, and what kind of enviable happy childhood he had.
The sinking of consciousness lasts only a moment.
Mesmer peeled away the surface of Lynn's memory with great expectation and plunged directly into the deepest part of his childhood.
However, the picture in front of me just became clear.
The smell of blood and the sound of slaps hit his senses hard.
Snap!
No warm hugs, no bedtime stories in front of the fireplace.
From the perspective of Mesmer attached to Little Lynn, I felt severe pain in my cheeks.
His vision shook, and he saw himself falling on the cold cement floor.
In the cramped living room, a large piece of the yellowed wall peeled off.
A man and a woman were like two irrational beasts, smashing things at each other crazily not far away.
The glass shattered at his feet, and the shards cut his calf.
The man and woman roared Chinese words that he didn't understand at all, but there was no need for translation. The emotion mixed with resentment and irritability grabbed Mesmer by the neck.
No one cared about the bruised little boy in the corner.
Endless suffocation and fear surrounded the boy.
Mesmer shuddered deep in his consciousness.
This is not the heartwarming script he wanted at all.
He felt suffocated if he stayed in this violent and repressive family environment for a second longer.
He hurriedly pulled away from consciousness and quickly skipped this long and gloomy memory like the plague.
His consciousness traveled rapidly through the timeline, and he pushed aside the trivial scenes of reading, attending classes, and working.
Finally, the surrounding environment changed.
Vought Underground Laboratory.
Mesmer felt happy, here we come.
In the real world, a proud and sinister smile appeared on his face uncontrollably.
This is it.
He wanted to find out the irrefutable evidence of how Lynn was operating step by step in this laboratory and how he used conspiracies and tricks to plot against Homelander.
The screen is moving.
He saw Lynn wearing a white coat, standing in front of the glass window for the first time.
Opposite the glass is John in his childhood.
Mesmer clearly felt Lynn's heartbeat at that moment.
Surprised, shocked, even a little bit unbelievable.
"Caught your fox by the tail."
Mesmer sneered in his heart.
But his sneer didn't have time to spread.
The next second.
The little boy on the other side of the glass suddenly raised his head, and his blue eyes were instantly swallowed up by scarlet.
Zhi--!
The two Heat Visions melted the bulletproof glass without warning and hit Lynn in the face.
The high temperature vaporized the skin, flesh and bones in a fraction of a second.
The extreme pain of being burned alive through the brain followed the memory link without reservation and pierced Mesmer's nerve center.
"Ah!"
In reality, Mesmer let out a shrill scream and started twitching violently.
He wanted to open his eyes and shake off Lynn's hand, but in the face of such a huge torrent, he couldn't actively cut it off.
He didn't have time to recover from the pain of being shot in the head.
Boom!
Thousands of memory fragments, like a collapsing snow mountain, directly shattered his consciousness.
The screen flashes crazily.
He saw the teenage John smash Lynn's chest with a punch;
He saw another rampaging John tearing Lynn in half in mid-air;
Freezing, dismemberment, gasification, crushing...
There are countless Homelanders of all kinds, and countless ways of death that are so cruel and heinous.
Dozens of times, hundreds of times, thousands of times.
Countless death experiences mixed with pain were all forced into Mesmer's brain in an instant.
In the real world.
Mesmer's eyes turned white, and dark red blood spurted out from the corners of his eyes, nose and ears.
He knelt on the gravel ground, making a whooshing sound from his throat, and his whole head began to expand unnaturally like an inflated ball.
Bang.
There was a dull explosion.
Mesmer's head was like a watermelon that Liu Huaqiang had smashed open with a hammer, exploding directly from his neck.