Lynn's gaze passed through the crowd and settled on an old woman.
Although the years have left traces on her face, her demeanor is still outstanding.
Her back was straight, and among a group of old people whose edges had been completely smoothed by time, she still looked as proud as a swan.
Lynn recognized her immediately.
Little Headliner.
John, who was standing nearby, followed Lynn's gaze and looked over.
He immediately understood what Lynn meant and put away the leisurely expression on his face.
John took a small step forward, raised his right hand, and pressed it gently in mid-air.
"Thank you very much for your love for me."
John has the right smile on his face, and his voice is neither too high nor too low,
"However, I hope everyone can leave for a while and give me some private space. I have some official business that I need to deal with here."
Hearing this sentence, the old people who were gathered together just now were very enlightened.
They nodded to each other and soon left in twos and threes.
The breeze blows.
Only Lynn, John, and Little Headliner are left in a wheelchair.
The old woman took off her sunglasses.
She looked at the two All-America most powerful men in front of her, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.
She was just a has-been character who had been abandoned by the company a long time ago. I really couldn't figure out what the two people had in mind by deliberately sending others away and leaving her alone.
Could it be that there is a drama about a super-old hero for her to film?
Lynn didn't beat around the bush.
"We would like to see Bombsight."
Lynn looked into the opponent's eyes and threw a straight ball, "For the Original Compound V in his hand."
"As expected of Vought International's Director."
Little Headliner chuckled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stretched with the smile,
"You are so candid that you don't even bother to say anything to me."
She shook her head and laughed at herself:
"Unfortunately, it's useless to be honest. I can't contact him either."
Little Headliner looked at Lynn,
"He has been elusive and very defensive. I don't even know where he is hiding now."
Lynn put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker and answered the call unhurriedly:
"I have a way to make him show up on his own initiative, but this requires your cooperation..."
"What to cooperate with?"
Before Lynn could finish speaking, Little Headliner interrupted directly.
The originally calm atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.
The smile on the old woman's face disappeared completely, her eyes were sharp, and she didn't flinch at all.
"Kidnap me, use me as bait, and then spread the word to force him to show up, right?"
Little Headliner sneered, with a decisive tone,
"Stop your tricks. If that's what you're trying to do, I'd rather die here right now."
Lynn smiled instead of being angry and shook his head slightly.
"Stop your hostility, ma'am."
His tone was calm,
"The end justifies the means has never been our style."
Lynn took a step forward.
"If we really wanted to do anything detrimental to you, we wouldn't be standing here today, chatting with you calmly."
He changed the subject,
"You should have been secretly kidnapped to Vought Tower last night."
"Then, after learning the news, Bombsight will completely lose his mind due to anger and break into Vought Tower single-handedly."
Lynn put his hands in his pockets and looked at Little Headliner,
"The result is obvious. John will break his neck, and we have already obtained the tube of compound from his body. The whole process does not even take ten minutes."
Little Headliner's body stiffened.
She subconsciously glanced at John, who was standing next to Lynn without saying a word.
Those blue eyes always reveal an endless sense of oppression.
She suddenly realized that Lynn was absolutely right.
In the face of absolute power, conspiracy and tricks are completely unnecessary.
Vought If you really want to grab her, there is no need to go to the nursing home to negotiate terms with her.
Little Headliner slowly relaxed.
Lynn watched her lower her guard and her voice slowed down a bit.
"I know you love him very much."
Lynn's eyes seem to be able to penetrate people's hearts.
"You were once the best partners and the closest lovers."
"But due to the effect of First-Generation Compound V, there is no comparison between your lifespans. For decades, he has still maintained his youthful appearance, while you have been aging day by day.
You didn't want to delay him, and you didn't want him to spend a long time guarding a wrinkled woman, so you insisted on separating from him, and even ignored him, trying to make him hate you."
Little Headliner didn't speak, just lowered his head.
Lynn's words cut through the secret pain that had been hidden in her heart for decades.
"As for the tube of Original Compound V in his hand."
Lynn looked at the old woman's gray temples and continued,
"He actually thought about giving it to you countless times so that you could have a long life again so that you could be with him, but you refused, right?"
Little Headliner took a breath and slowly raised his head.
"Because you think that people should experience birth, old age, illness and death in this life."
Lynn gave the final answer,
"Whether you are Superpower or an ordinary person, if there is no natural aging and death, it is not a complete life."
The breeze caused a small ripple.
Little Headliner closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When he opened his eyes again, his cloudy eyes were already covered with a layer of moisture.
Little Headliner's lips trembled.
She looked at the young Asian man in front of her and her eyes changed.
The originally tough shell was shattered in front of these light words.
"You..."
Little Headliner's voice was hoarse, "Who are you?"
"Someone who can help you."
Lynn's words are blown away by the wind.
The old woman stared into Lynn's eyes, as if trying to find some flaw in the conspiracy, but she saw nothing.
There is only candor there.
"How can you help me?"
Lynn looked at her and came up with a plan that was enough to set off a storm in the other party's heart.
"I have a way to make Bombsight completely lose Superpower and turn him back into an ordinary person who will grow old, sick and die."
After the words fell, the surroundings were so quiet that only the wind rustling through the leaves could be heard.
Little Headliner opened his eyes wide.
She seemed to have heard some fantasy.
"How is that possible?"
The old woman shook her head repeatedly, and the muddy tears finally slid down the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
She smiled bitterly, her tone full of inferiority and sourness that could not be overcome,
"How could he be willing to give up all this for me? Superpower, a long life, a healthy body... I don't deserve it."
She knows too well what it feels like to lose youth and strength, and precisely because she knows it, she doesn't want her beloved to fall into this mortal quagmire.
Lynn looks serious.
"No, he does."
Lynn looked directly into the old woman's eyes,
"In his heart, as long as he can hold your hand for a walk every day, as long as he can experience life, old age, illness and death quietly with you, he is willing to pay any price."
"Don't push him away with what you think is great, that's unfair to him. Please believe in him."
There was a long silence.
Lynn's words were like a key, directly piercing the knot that Little Headliner had locked away for decades.
"So."
Lynn saw that the heat was almost over, and his tone slowed down, "Can you let him come over?"
Little Headliner stood there, closed his eyes, and tears fell silently.
After a long time, she let out a deep breath of turbid air that was held in her chest.
She slowly opened her eyes and nodded towards Lynn.