On the streets of Manhattan, the evening wind blew away the last trace of gunpowder smoke remaining in the air.
Lynn, John and Black Noir changed into eye-catching outfits.
Lynn wore a black jacket, and John wore a gray sweatshirt with the hood pulled up tightly.
Black Noir put on a black sportswear and a black mask, looking like a silent and strong man who just came out of the gym.
Three people blended into the crowd during rush hours and pushed open the glass door of a large supermarket chain.
No one actually recognized them.
After experiencing apocalyptic turmoil during the day, the entire city resumed operation at a staggering speed at sunset.
Piles of gravel and glass slag were removed from the streets by sweepers. In front of the smashed shop windows, several construction teams were installing new explosion-proof glass overnight.
Citizens who were hiding in their homes shivering have now returned to the streets, pushing shopping carts and grabbing supplies.
However, there were still many police cars roaring past and off-road vehicles with the Vought logo on the streets.
It has to be said that after Vought International completely eliminated the hidden dangers, it showed a terrifyingly high level of coordination.
Now as long as Vought officially issues an order and cooperates with the deployment of resources from various places in All-America, this injured city will be able to Reparo in a few days.
The lights in the supermarket are bright and the shelves are full of products.
Lynn pushed the shopping cart and stood in the vegetable section to pick and choose, and picked up a few ripe tomatoes and a bag of potatoes.
John followed beside him, carrying two boxes of generous steaks in his hands.
Just as they turned into the snack aisle, there was a slight commotion near the shelves in front of them.
Three slutty young men wearing ripped jeans were stuffing chocolates and bottles of spirits on the shelves into their large jackets while the tally clerk was away.
This kind of zero-dollar shopping that takes advantage of the situation always pops up like weeds after every urban turmoil.
One of the young men with yellow hair had just stuffed a bottle of Whiskey into his trousers. When he turned his head, he happened to face John standing in the aisle.
"What are you looking at! Stay away and mind your own business!"
Huang Mao raised his fist fiercely, trying to scare away the nosy passerby with a fierce expression.
John said nothing.
He took a step forward, raised his hand, and pulled back the hood of the sweatshirt covering his head.
The air solidified.
The yellow-haired young man's hands froze in mid-air, his eyes slowly widened, and his pupils shrank violently.
His arrogant face lost all color.
The other two accomplices also recognized this face, their legs instantly became as weak as noodles, and they knelt on the ground with a plop.
John just stood there quietly.
But the oppressive feeling coming from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood directly penetrated the psychological defenses of these three thieves.
"Yes... I'm sorry..."
Huang Mao stammered out a few words, and with trembling hands, he took out the Whiskey tucked into his waistband and carefully put it back on the shelf.
His two accomplices quickly followed suit and took out boxes of chocolates from their arms one by one.
Not only did they return the items, they also wiped the dust off the chocolate boxes with their sleeves, and arranged them in a straight line on the shelves according to color and size.
After finishing the display, the three people rolled and crawled away along the other end of the shelf, not even daring to look back.
John put the hood back on his head, turned around and threw the steak in his hand into Lynn's shopping cart.
"Let's go, we still need onions and garlic."
Lynn pushed the car and continued walking forward, as if nothing had happened just now.
After buying the ingredients, check out and go out.
Lynn glanced at his watch and took the two of them to a handmade bakery on the next corner.
Although today I have been busy dealing with all kinds of messes that can turn the world upside down.
But on the way to Manhattan, Lynn still took the time to call Ashley and asked her to order a cake.
Carrying the cake box, the three people did not call Vought International's special car, nor did they let John fly them back to Long Island.
"Let's walk back."
Lynn Put up the collar of your windbreaker to block the night wind.
"Everyone is too tense today. Let's blow some air and relax a bit. This kind of pure day where we don't have to guard against anyone is quite rare."
John nodded.
Black Noir silently took the two large shopping bags from Lynn's hands and walked in front to clear the way.
The three of them just followed the walking path of Cross-sea Bridge, blowing the salty sea breeze, and walked step by step in the direction of Long Island.
The street lights stretched their shadows very long.
There were no reporters, no spotlights, and no conspiracies for them to face.
The sea water under the bridge made a splashing sound against the bridge piers, which actually made people's heartbeats slow down.
By the time they pushed open the familiar wrought iron door of Long Island Estate, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.
John stood in the yard, raised his head and glanced at the twinkling stars in the night sky, and took a deep breath.
With this breath, his nerves that had been tense all day finally relaxed completely.
The cyber violence, plotting, and fighting he experienced these days simply made him feel like he was in another world.
He even felt that everything in front of him was not real.
However, when he stepped on the gravel path belonging to the Manor and smelled the familiar smell of earth and pine in the yard, that heaviness instantly drifted away with the wind.
This is home.
Lynn took out the key and opened the door of the villa.
However, the interior was pitch black.
"There's a power outage?"
John put on his slippers and stood in the dark Entrance Hall, frowning slightly.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, feeling that it was really disappointing.
After finally getting rid of all the troubles outside, when I got home and wanted to celebrate my birthday in peace, there was a power outage.
Lynn put the cake box in his hand on the cabinet in the entrance hall and took two steps inside in the dark.
"I'll go to the power distribution room and see if I can connect the backup generator."
Hearing this, Black Noir put the shopping bag in his hand on the kitchen island and followed Lynn silently.
John is the only person left in the huge living room.
The house was quiet, with the only sound of the wind rustling the branches outside the window.
John walked to the sofa and sat down. Just as he was about to close his eyes, he turned on his super vision and scanned the dark house.
At this moment, a clear phone ring suddenly rang in the corner of the living room.
Jingle bells.
In the darkness, the ringtone of the landline phone seemed particularly abrupt.
John was stunned for a moment.
It's almost midnight, who would call Long Island Estate's landline?
He stood up, walked to the telephone in the moonlight, picked up the receiver and put it to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Happy birthday, John!"
A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.
John immediately recognized this voice, it was Reggie.
John's nasal cavity suddenly felt a little sore.
He never thought that he would receive blessings from them today.
John took a deep breath and tried to suppress the warmth that surged up in his eyes.
He didn't want Reggie to hear the strangeness in his tone.
"You've become bolder, kid."
John smiled and joked into the microphone,
"How dare you call me? Don't blame me for driving you away, big star?"
Reggie's laughter came from the other end of the phone.
"John, I never blamed you."
"We are not fools. We all know the situation at that time. You took all the trouble and danger on your own. If we still blame you, we would be ungrateful bastards."
John lowered his head and looked at the moonlight on the floor with a smile.
Reggie seemed to hear the silence from John. He knew that this brother had never been good at dealing with such tender scenes.
"Okay, okay, I won't flirt with you anymore."
Reggie shouted on the other end of the phone,
"I'm busy with the venue management here. I'm going to be on stage again soon. I'll find an opportunity to meet and have a detailed chat some other time. I'm sorry!"