Lynn raised his head and looked at John sitting opposite.
"It seems that I may have to take you back Huaxia."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Lynn smiled to himself.
To be honest, when he thought about going back to Huaxia, he felt a long-lost sense of relief.
Although the big eastern country in this world is somewhat different from the hometown in his memory, the culture, customs and customs are still the same.
I have stayed in a place like America for so many years, where even the air smells of capital, and I have experienced a lot of bad things. Now that I can go back and take a walk, I feel that the nostalgia engraved in my bones has finally found its place.
This is a real homecoming for him.
Hearing this sentence, John's reaction was even greater than Lynn's.
He was stunned for a second, and then his eyes burst into light.
"Go to Huaxia?"
John asked energetically.
During the ten long years when Lynn was lying in Cryogenic Chamber, John actually went to Huaxia alone once.
At that time, he was like a headless fly, searching all over the world for a folk remedy that could bring people back to life, and naturally he couldn't get around Huaxia.
But the experience was a disaster.
Because his identity was so sensitive, it naturally attracted official attention.
Wherever he went, there were countless pairs of wary and hostile eyes staring at him, making it difficult to move forward.
But it's different now.
This time he is not alone, but Lynn wants to take him with him.
How could you not be excited?
"When will we leave?"
John couldn't wait to ask, and had even begun to consider whether to fly over directly.
Seeing John looking like he wanted to take off immediately, Lynn smiled and waved his hand.
"There's no rush."
Lynn picked up the cup at hand and took a sip of water.
"Before you go, you have to contact the Disaster Control Bureau people first and spread the word Intelligence Network looking for veterans. This is the business."
Lynn freed his hand and pressed the button on the desk.
"Ashley, come in."
Within half a minute, the door was pushed open.
Ashley, who had just been promoted, was walking fast in high heels, holding several documents in his hands.
"Lynn Director, you are looking for me."
Ashley is stationed.
"Go and contact Disaster Control Bureau."
Lynn ordered, "Tell them that Vought intends to have in-depth cooperation and ask them to send someone who can take charge to talk about it."
Upon hearing this request, Ashley did not immediately turn around to do it.
Her expression became a little subtle.
"Lynn Director, actually there is no need to go to such trouble to contact them."
Ashley stretched out a finger and pointed in the direction outside the door.
"Agent Marcus from the Disaster Control Bureau is now in our Vought Tower."
Lynn and John walked along the corridor and came to the door of Marcus's office.
Before he could even raise his hand to knock on the door, there was a faint commotion inside, along with the dull sound of heavy objects hitting the table.
It looked like they were moving, or someone was trashing the place.
The office door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap as wide as a palm.
Through the crack in the door, you can see that the originally neat office area is now a mess.
Marcus was sweating profusely and stuffing the folders and several personal belongings on the table into a cardboard box.
Behind him, two agents were holding his arms tightly, one on the left and the other on the right.
"Sir, please don't resign!"
The agent on the left has a grimace and his voice is full of pleading.
"If you leave now, who will we brothers follow in the future? A good and protective leader like you can't be found now even with a lantern!"
"Let go!"
Marcus angrily shook the arms of the two men away, turned around and continued to throw things into the box.
"You two are lucky. You have such a good leader like me, and you get fat by following me around every day. Where is I? I don't have a good leader to protect me!"
Marcus became more and more angry as he spoke, and slapped the edge of the carton hard, causing the contents inside to rattle.
"If I hadn't been smart this time and didn't listen to the bullshit instructions from above, how would I still be packing my things here? I would have died a long time ago!"
The agent on the right scratched the back of his head and muttered:
"Sir, look at you, you are still alive with all your beard and tail..."
"Is there any difference between alive and dead?!"
Marcus stared, pointed in the direction outside the door and cursed,
"That old bastard, seeing that things are calm now, started to hold me accountable for disobeying orders! He said in the report that I didn't do anything!"
He took a deep breath and tugged on his loose tie.
"As long as I stay at the Disaster Control Bureau today, that old guy will definitely have to wear small shoes for me until I die! Then he can find any excuse and send me a stupid mission to get me killed. I don't even know how I died!"
The two agents looked at each other and remained silent.
They had been following Marcus for so long, and they knew in their hearts that what their commander was telling the truth was that they wanted to kill a small leader quietly, and there were many ways to do it.
The two agents sighed, walked to the table silently, and helped Marcus pack his luggage honestly.
Linn, who was standing outside the door, looked at this scene and smiled at each other.
Lynn reached out and pushed open the ajar door.
The three people in the room who were busy stuffing things into cardboard boxes stopped at the same time and turned their heads in unison.
After seeing the two people standing at the door clearly, the document in Marcus's hand fell back to the table with a clatter.
His two men even took a breath of cold air and subconsciously took half a step back.
Without him, John's sense of oppression is too strong.
John didn't even say a word of nonsense and calmly swept around the room.
Just at this glance, Marcus felt that cold sweat was breaking out on his back.
The reason why I pretended to be strong in front of Homelander before was because I had the Disaster Management Bureau as my backer.
Now that everyone is resigning, how can they not be afraid?
"It seems we came at the wrong time."
Lynn joked, "You cleaned up very quickly. Are you planning to go back to your hometown to farm?"
Marcus rubbed his hands awkwardly and laughed twice.
"Lynn Director, please stop making fun of me."
Marcus said with a grimace, "I am not going back to my hometown to farm. I am planning to run away."
He didn't hide it, anyway, these two people probably heard all the curses they just said in the room.
"Run away?"
"Do you think that after you hand in your resignation, your superior who wants you to take the blame will let you go? Disaster Control Bureau wants the former agent to die accidentally, just by talking."
Marcus turned pale.
Of course he knows.
But if he doesn't resign, he will definitely be dead if he stays in the bureau. At least he can survive for a few more days by running away.
Lynn looked at Marcus's expression as if he were mourning for his concubine, and stopped beating around the bush.
"Stop cleaning it up."
Lynn looked at Marcus seriously, "Take out the things and put them away, I will provide you with a new option."
Marcus was stunned for a moment, feeling overjoyed.
"You said it!"
Marcus hurriedly stepped forward, straightening up his slumped shoulders.
"As long as I can do it, there will be no ambiguity!"
"I need Intelligence Network from the Disaster Control Bureau, go find two people for me."
"Oh?"
"But Vought has no time to argue with your bureau now. I want you to use your connections and authority in the bureau as Vought's special advisor."
Marcus I understand.
Lynn wants him to be Vought's internal agent, or in other words, Vought's agent in the Disaster Control Bureau.
"This..."
Marcus looked embarrassed,
"Lynn Director, it's not that I don't want to. Even if I go back now, my authority will definitely be frozen by that old immortal. He wants me to die, so how can he let me mobilize resources."