John raised his head, pursed his lips and said nothing.
"It's you."
Lynn pointed at John with a determined expression.
"You had a healthy childhood and you have the three views that a normal person should have."
"You won't be offended just because others take a second look at you, nor will you panic because you lose the camera. You are sincerely recognized by the public. You have a family, a Long Island Manor, and your future is bright and magnanimous."
Lynn's words were like a warm spring water, slowly calming down the irritability that had just boiled in John's heart.
"But Homelander in other worlds is different."
Lynn A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
"They grew up in a deformed and cold environment. There were no stories, no music, just endless obedience tests."
"They are extremely lacking in love and lonely, so they have violent and unpredictable personalities."
"Although they stand at the top of the world, their whole life is like a thirsty dog going crazy in the desert. They yearn to be recognized by the public all the time, yearn for someone to look at them sincerely, and want to feel the warmth of family, even just a little bit of being loved."
John sat on the chair and fell into deep thought.
He is also Homelander, how could he not understand how terrifying that desire for emotion is.
If we were in the underground laboratory back then, Lynn would not have been as persuasive as he was.
He will definitely turn into the sad and terrifying monster Lynn said now.
A madman who looks indestructible on the outside but is riddled with holes on the inside, who can only rely on killing and intimidation to maintain his poor self-esteem.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck in John's mind.
He figured out how vicious Deadpool's ridiculous plan was.
"What a madman..."
John slowly expressed his guess,
"He doesn't need to use any force to intimidate those Homelander, he just needs..."
"That's right."
Lynn nodded and took over John's words.
"He just needs to take a few photos or record a video at this Universe."
"He only needs to go to those lonely, violent Homelander who can only sit on the top floor of Vought Tower and stare at the night view of Manhattan in a daze every night."
"Then play that video to them."
Lynn looked directly into John's eyes,
"In the video, there is a Long Island Estate. In the Manor, there is a parent named Lynn, who has a group of noisy younger brothers and sisters, and a greedy golden retriever. And the Homelander in that world is no longer alone. He celebrates his birthday in this home, and he is truly loved by everyone."
John's pupil tremor.
An unprecedented chill ran down his spine and into the back of his head.
He simply couldn't imagine what kind of horrific consequences would result if those scenes in Long Island Estate were played to a group of Homelander who had been hungry and crazy for a lifetime.
"It's like suddenly dropping a piece of steak in front of a group of wolves that have been hungry for more than ten years."
"What do you think those crazy people will do when they see you living a life they can't even dream of living in our world?"
What will be done?
No need to think at all.
Jealousy will instantly penetrate their fragile sanity.
Only one thought comes to their mind:
"Since they are all Homelander, why can he have these?"
"Those family members, that Manor, that father named Lynn, should have belonged to me."
John's breathing slowly became heavier.
The heart in his chest was like a beaten war drum, making a deafening roar.
A faint red light flashed across his Azure eyes. Although he tried his best to restrain it, the violent killing intent still made the air in the office dull and depressing.
He finally understood Lynn's sorrow.
This is not a Superheroes defense battle to save the world.
This is a group of lunatics who have no bottom line and are about to cross Multiverse to rob his home and his family.
Those enemies hiding in the dark are no longer aliens who want to destroy the earth, nor capitalists who engage in political conspiracy, but countless people who have the same power as him, but have no moral bottom line.
What if there are dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of crazy Homelander descending on New York at the same time, just to rush into Long Island Estate and take away everything he has now.
John Just thinking about this picture makes my teeth chatter.
Lynn gently patted John on the shoulder.
He could clearly feel the power surging in this body through the fabric.
It's like an active volcano on the verge of erupting. Just a spark can level the entire building.
"Think better of it."
Lynn took back his hand, "At least Deadpool is a chatterbox and can't hide things in his heart. He revealed all his cards and purpose in advance."
John turned around and looked at Lynn sitting on the chair without speaking.
"He gave us time to prepare."
Lynn met John's gaze and analyzed in a clear and logical manner,
"As long as it's not an emergency, we have room, right?"
These words are very true.
Don't be afraid of thieves stealing, just be afraid of thieves missing you.
But now that the thief has clearly issued a warning letter, he will raise the courtyard wall and load the shotgun.
Even if the opponent is Kaito Kid, there is always a way to deal with it.
"So, our top priority now is to improve our strength as much as possible."
Lynn tapped his finger on the table, setting the main tone for what was to come.
"No matter what is coming from the other side, whoever dares to reach out will have his hand chopped off."
John listened to these words and nodded silently.
He paced back and forth for two steps and finally stopped.
"Lynn, I understand everything you said."
John's voice was stiff. He lowered his head and looked at his palms, "But I just can't calm down."
These hands have torn apart countless powerful enemies, and he can make them Reducto with just a squeeze.
But now, he couldn't control the invisible and intangible sense of crisis.
"Just thinking about those guys..."
John took a deep breath.
"I feel very uncomfortable. I feel as sick as eating feces."
Looking at John's appearance, Lynn didn't make any false or empty remarks about the overall situation.
For a character like John, emotions can only be channeled, not blocked.
Lynn smiled and punched John, which made his hand hurt:
"Just standing here feeling uncomfortable won't solve the problem."
"Okay, what are you afraid of? Everyone is here."