Lynn maintained the position where Mesmer had just held his wrist, standing motionless.
In the deep black eyes, the usual gentleness and calmness converged into a bottomless silence.
He finally understood where the sense of absence that had followed him since he opened his eyes in Cryogenic Chamber came from.
The brain's self-protection mechanism instinctively locks that memory into the deepest part of the subconscious.
If Lynn, at the moment of waking up, would directly bear the death experience of being tortured and killed hundreds of times.
His fate will definitely not be any better than that of Mesmer on the ground, all the blood vessels will burst in a few seconds.
When Mesmer's consciousness penetrated Lynn's memory the Deep, this key forcibly opened the closed gate.
As an intruder, Mesmer bore the brunt of the most violent shock wave at the moment when the memory was unblocked, and became a human fuse. It was overloaded and exploded into a ball of minced meat on the spot.
As the owner, Lynn, with the buffer of the blown fuse, smoothly accepted the images that came back.
Mesmer's death was not in vain.
Lynn wanted to keep him alive temporarily, and also had the idea of letting him check his lost memory.
Now Lynn has acquired the lost memory, and Mesmer has also achieved his long-cherished wish of reading Lynn's memory.
It's a good ending.
It's gratifying, it's gratifying.
The breeze blows.
Lynn's consciousness was fixed on the last scene that emerged in his mind.
At the end of that memory.
Homelander was penetrated through the head by Samurai Sword.
Deadpool came to the old man Lynn with a smile.
If Lynn was just an ordinary fan who likes to watch popcorn movies, he would probably find it a bit funny to see this guy carrying a pair of knives and chattering endlessly.
After all, on the movie screen, this mercenary who likes to break the fourth wall is a somewhat ruffian anti-hero, even very lovable.
But in the picture of memory.
He couldn't sense any sense of humor from this Deadpool.
He came to Lynn.
The two white eye patches on the mask narrowed.
He didn't make any jokes or tell those funny dirty jokes.
On the contrary, he is serious.
"Don't be afraid, old man, I will set you all free."
Deadpool lifted Lynn's chin with the tip of the knife, and smiled.
"You are like a group of guinea pigs locked up in a comic grid, with your fate manipulated at will by those damn authors and screenwriters. If they ask you to cry, you will cry, and if they ask you to go crazy, you will go crazy."
He moved closer, and the smell of blood on his mask could be clearly heard.
"I will kill everyone and completely liberate you..."
Deadpool's blade slowly penetrated Lynn's chest.
"I will visit every the Boys Universe and every parallel timeline created.
I want to clean up all Superheroes, villains, and innocent supporting characters like you!"
The cold blade came out of the body and made a bloody hole.
The scene ends abruptly.
"Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe".
Lynn slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath of the somewhat turbid air.
He's not that funny character running around in the timeline trying to save his girlfriend.
This is a madman who realizes that he is just a fictional character in a work, completely falls into nihilism, and wants to "rebel the author" by massacring the entire Multiverse.
In the eyes of this madman, killing is salvation.
And the other party made it clear that he would clean all Parallel Universe.
In other words, this madman in red with a pair of swords on his back may cut through space at any time and descend into the world they are in now.
Descending on the roof of Long Island Estate.
Lynn gently rubbed the center of his eyebrows.
It's true that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop.
He originally only wanted to clean up the mess in Vought International and return to Long Island to live a peaceful life, or return to China to retire, go shopping, play games, and go fishing.
As a result, now, there is another butcher knife that can span Multiverse hanging above his head.
It's really a headache. I can't kill but can't be killed, and I can't sleep.
The key is that this kid is also cunning and cunning, no one knows what he will do.
But the only thing that can make Lynn relax is that his ability is at the mental level, otherwise the situation will be extremely disadvantageous.
"Lynn."
John's voice came from the side.
The blond young man stood two steps away, looking at him without blinking.
His attention is entirely on Lynn.
John could feel the change in Lynn's aura at that moment...Lynn must have something on his mind.
"Did the fat man hurt you just now?"
John frowned and looked up and down Lynn's body.
"No, he is not that powerful."
Lynn put down his hand and looked at John's nervous look. A familiar gentle smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
What the hell Multiverse is crazy, what the hell breaks the fourth wall Deadpool.
Everyone is tired enough today, and we will discuss everything later when we get home.
Lynn called two Vought employees to come over and carry away Mesmer's body, and then called Black Noir over.
"Let's go, John, Black Noir."
Lynn turned around and walked out on the rubble of the ruins.
"Things here are completely over."
John put his hands in his pockets and followed quickly, walking side by side with Lynn in the sunshine.
"Then let's go home directly now?"
John turned his head and asked.
"Let's go to the supermarket first."
Lynn walked out without looking back, chattering,
"I'm going to buy tomatoes, beef, apples, butter... there's a lot of it, and I'm going to buy a cake, and things to decorate the house... I'm going to celebrate your birthday after a hard time, so I can't just settle for it."
Hearing this, John was slightly startled.
The high pressure of these days made him forget that his birthday was today. He just wanted to hold a press conference and end it all quickly.
Internet violence is so terrifying that it actually affects his super brain.
John couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
He nodded and his steps became brisk.
The smell of blood in the ruins was quickly blown away by the wind.
The two figures' backs slowly merged into the noisy street outside.
"Black Noir, don't be in a daze, follow up quickly."
"..."
Black Noir finally responded.