Lynn looked at Little Headliner and nodded, secretly breathing a sigh of relief in his heart.
Sure enough.
He felt that Little Headliner would definitely be able to contact Bombsight.
In the original work, the Boys found Little Headliner.
At that time, Little Headliner also insisted that he had no idea of the other party's whereabouts. As a result, Butcher and the others directly kidnapped him, and finally forced Bombsight out.
If you think about it carefully, you will know how it is possible for two people who love each other deeply and always think about each other even if they are separated, to really lose contact.
Little Headliner did not avoid Lynn and John.
She lowered her head, took out a flip phone from her bag, and pressed a series of familiar numbers on the buttons.
Beep... beep...
The waiting tone was particularly clear in the quiet air.
After only two rings, the call was connected.
"It's me."
Little Headliner spoke first, his voice trembling a little.
The urgent voice of Bombsight came from the other end of the phone:
"What happened? Is there any danger over there? I'll be there right away!"
Even through the receiver, Lynn could hear the panic in the man's words.
Even if she just receives a phone call, the first reaction of the other party is always to worry about her safety.
Hearing this voice, Little Headliner's eyes turned red again.
She wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to make her voice sound calmer.
"There's no danger, I'm fine."
She paused for two seconds, looked up at Lynn standing in front of her, and then whispered into the microphone,
"It's just... I want to see you. Can you come? Now."
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.
"Okay."
The man agreed happily, because for so many years, Little Headliner had never taken the initiative to look for him.
"I'll be there in half an hour."
The phone was hung up.
"He agreed."
Little Headliner gathered his coat and said, "Go to my room and wait. It's windy outside."
Lynn nodded.
Opening the door, the interior is very cozy.
There are old wooden furniture with a sense of age everywhere, and there are a few yellowed posters hanging on the walls.
Lynn walked to the sofa and sat down, while John pulled up a wooden chair and sat down obediently.
The clock on the wall has just passed two intervals.
There was only a muffled "boom" sound, and even the window glass shook.
The three people in the room looked at the door in unison, knowing very well who was coming.
Bombsight.
Bang.
The wooden door was pushed open violently and hit the wall hard.
A young man in a brown jacket strode into the house.
His chest rose and fell violently, and his eyes immediately locked on Little Headliner sitting on the sofa. After confirming that she was fine, his tense shoulders relaxed a little.
But the next second, his eyes swept across the other two people in the room.
When he saw the blond young man sitting upright clearly, Bombsight felt like he was electrocuted, and the hairs all over his body stood up.
He subconsciously took a step across and blocked the old woman with his own body.
He stared at John like a fully drawn bow.
"What do you want to do!?"
His eyes were full of wariness.
Lynn sat on the sofa, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
"Relax, we are not hostile."
Little Headliner also stood up from the sofa and walked to Bombsight.
She stretched out her dry hand and gently pressed it on the man's tense forearm.
"Don't be nervous."
The old woman's voice was very soft, "They are not here to cause trouble."
Bombsight was stunned.
He turned his head and looked at his wrinkled lover next to him in astonishment.
He never expected that the other party would actually speak for Vought.
Lynn Put down the teacup.
"We're here to make a deal with you."
Lynn got straight to the point and spoke calmly,
"The content of the transaction is the tube of Original Compound V you always carry with you."
Hearing this, Bombsight subconsciously covered the inner pocket of his jacket, and his eyes became sharp again.
"Don't refuse in a hurry."
Lynn looked at his movements and continued,
"You know, even though you have tried to persuade her for so many years, she still refuses to inject that thing. You know very well that there is actually no chance."
Bombsight gritted his teeth and did not refute.
This is his biggest heartache in decades.
"In that case, why not leave it to us."
Lynn threw out the chips,
"In exchange, we have a way to completely eliminate your Superpower and turn you back into an ordinary person, so that you and your lover can live and die together in peace."
As soon as this sentence came out, Bombsight's eyes widened.
Eliminate Superpower?
Birth, old age, illness and death?
He turned his head and looked at Little Headliner, trying to find the answer on his face.
The old woman met his gaze, with tears in her eyes, and nodded gently but firmly.
"Why should I believe you can do it!"
Bombsight stared at Lynn and questioned, "What if you take something and break your promise in the end?"
Hear the words.
John finally raised his head.
"If we want to break our promise."
"Now, you probably won't have the chance to stand here and talk to us calmly."
Bombsight looked stern.
John looked at him with a normal expression:
"You just need to know that we don't mean any harm to you."
There was a long silence.
Bombsight's gaze moved around the room.
He looked at John, who looked like an active volcano, and then at Lynn, who looked calm.
Finally, he turned his gaze back to Little Headliner beside him.
Little Headliner became the last straw that broke his psychological defense.
His whole body seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden, and there was a sense of relief between his brows.
"I believe you."
Bombsight took a deep breath and lost his hostility.
He took out a palm-sized metal box.
The edges of the box are severely worn, and it has obviously been carried close to the owner for countless days and nights.
Bombsight Lift the lid.
Lying quietly on the lining is a glass needle.
The blue liquid inside reflects an unparalleled luster under the light. This is the last remaining Original Compound V in the world.
Bombsight closed the lid again, took half a step forward, and handed the metal box to John.
To him, this thing is a damn curse that prevents him from staying with his lover.
Now he can use it to buy peace for the rest of his life, which he can only dream of.