Lynn smiled.
He turned his head and glanced at John standing next to him.
John understood and took a step forward.
"You go back and tell your leader that I am your leader now."
John's voice is not loud, but it is deafening in Marcus's ears.
"If he dares to stumble or cause you to encounter any accident... he will understand."
Marcus's eyes widened little by little, and his breathing became rapid.
What is a backer?
This is the hardest backer in the world!
With this sentence, not to mention the immediate boss who always put small shoes on his face, even the director of the Disaster Control Bureau had to politely pour him a cup of coffee when he saw him.
"Do you understand?"
Lynn looked at Marcus who was blushing.
"I understand! I understand completely!"
Marcus turned around and kicked the cardboard box half filled with luggage into the corner.
He turned his head and shouted at the two men who were still trembling:
"Why are you still standing there? Clean the table for me! Bring me my coat!"
The two men suddenly woke up from a dream, rushed to the table with smiles on their faces, and hurriedly began to take out the things they had just stuffed into the carton.
You don't have to follow the commander to escape, but you can still hug Vought's lap in the middle of the sun. This is like being hit by a nuclear bomb in the ancestral grave.
Marcus approached Lynn diligently.
"Lynn Director, who are you looking for? As long as they are still breathing on the earth, I promise to find out exactly what they ate last night."
"Vought is the second member of the original five-member group, Torpedo and Private Angel."
After dealing with this mess like Marcus, Lynn no longer works in the company.
After a burst of sound, John brought Lynn to the outskirts of New York.
Lynn looked at the bronze medal in front of him with the three characters "Vought Village" written on it.
This was his first time coming to this place.
This is a piece of land specially designated by Vought International in the early years. To put it bluntly, it is a large nursing home used to house elderly Supe.
Most of those Superheroess who once had great glory in front of the camera but have lost their commercial value due to their old age have been packed and stuffed here.
Sounds like a junkyard.
But in fact, Lynn took a look through the fence and found that the environment here was unexpectedly good.
Flat Lawn, red brick bungalows lined up in a row, and even a sparkling artificial lake.
At least the elderly people living here don't have to worry about the caretakers like in ordinary nursing homes.
After all, Supe will still be Supe when he gets older.
As long as the ability is not too trivial, if you really want to get angry and hang those caregivers who dare to show off their expressions by one hand on the street lamp, you can just move your fingers.
"You know, this place is simply the paradise Benjamin has dreamed of."
John walked to Lynn and looked at several old ladies sitting in wheelchairs basking in the sun in the yard, and seemed to think of something.
Lynn turned his head and glanced at him.
John said with a smile, "After you left that year, Benjamin secretly changed his appearance and came to live here for a while."
Lynn couldn't help laughing either.
Laughing angrily.
John doesn't know the purpose of Benjamin coming here. Lynn still doesn't know.
If Benjamin transferred that disgusting set of xp to John, he would have to sell it to him again to Russia.
"We are not here today to visit the paradise world of Benjamin."
Lynn put away his smile, "It's for Bombsight's lover, Little Headliner."
John nodded.
Superheroes, a popular woman in the 1970s, is now 70 years old.
Time has been equally cruel to Supe. She lost her popularity and now lives in a room in this nursing home.
If you want to find Bombsight, getting that Original Compound V and Little Headliner is the only breakthrough.
The two walked to the gate.
In the guard room, a fat man wearing Vought security uniform was dozing off with his legs crossed and a newspaper covering his face.
Lynn raised his hand and knocked on the glass twice.
"Who is it? Today is not a visiting day..."
The doorman was disturbed from his peaceful dream. He pulled the newspaper off his face impatiently and raised his face with a frown.
However, when his eyes crossed the window frame and met John Dark Blue's eyes.
The doorman shivered, jumped up from his chair, and stood up straight.
He didn't even dare to ask who Lynn was, and he poked the door button on the table with a cold sweat on his forehead.
"Thanks."
Lynn nodded gently towards the guard.
The doorman forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and watched the two people walk in without daring to move.
Lynn took John along the smooth asphalt road and slowly walked into this quiet neighborhood.
The two of them didn't go far.
In this twilight yard, John is really eye-catching.
On a bench by the roadside, a bald old man who was dozing off suddenly woke up.
He rubbed his eyes in confusion, took out a pair of reading glasses from his coat pocket and placed them on the bridge of his nose.
Looking through the lenses, the old man stared at the blond young man who was talking to Lynn a few steps away.
"God..."
The old man opened his mouth wide, and his dentures slipped out of his mouth.
He slapped his thigh and shouted at the top of his voice to the old man who was watering the flower bed not far away:
"Look! That's Homelander!"
Although the old man was old, his powerful voice was like a muffled thunder exploding from the ground.
One spreads to ten, and ten spreads to a hundred.
In less than two minutes, the slow pace of the entire nursing home was broken and it started to boil.
The two old men Furui who were playing chess on the stone table next to them didn't even bother to pick up the chess pieces when they fell on the ground.
An old lady who was originally sick and sitting in a wheelchair suddenly burst out with amazing hand speed, spinning her wheel and racing towards this direction.
The windows were pushed open one after another, and a dozen silver-haired heads poked out.
People walking, playing cards, and sunbathing all gathered together.
After all, they were all Superheroes of that era.
In their eyes, Homelander standing in the middle of the road is the most perfect crystallization of Vought International today.
"It's incredible that he actually came to Vought Village."
"It's perfect. What you said on TV is absolutely correct. What a great boy!"
The old people didn't scream and rush up like the enthusiastic fans outside.
They formed a loose circle, keeping a polite distance, and although their eyes were cloudy, they were full of appreciation and praise.
John stood where he was, listening to all kinds of compliments without any irritation.
Because there is nothing utilitarian in these compliments, they are pure.
He smiled and nodded to everyone.
This action provoked another round of excited applause from the elderly people around.