The sun gradually sets in the west, and Tokyo night begins to fall.
The super city beneath your feet seemed to be lit up in an instant, with countless neon lights and car lights intertwining together, turning into flowing golden rivers.
Kevin was lying in front of the glass window, looking at the night scene in the distance, holding his special thermos bottle tightly in his arms. "Lynn, when will we go home? I miss that big pool Manor Backyard."
Although the scenery here is beautiful, for him, the only place where he truly feels safe is the dining table where fish food never appears on the dining table.
"We'll take a flight back tomorrow morning."
Lynn walked over, ruffled Kevin's hair, and clapped his hands at all the children, "Okay, little guys, today's ice cream quota has been used up, and we are ready to go back for dinner. Minister Sato said that we have prepared the top Wagyu Sukiyaki tonight, as well as your favorite orange-flavored soda and cola!"
When they heard that there was meat and soda, the children's cheers almost shattered the bulletproof glass of the observation deck.
On the way back, the atmosphere in the carriage was even more lively than when we arrived.
Reggie showed off those photos of Polaroid, including the moment when Tommy rolled his eyes, the profile of Annie holding ice cream and a silly smile, and the back of John pretending to be looking deeply out the window.
Although the colors of the photos are a little distorted, each one records the happiness of their short journey.
Lynn leaned on the leather passenger seat, listening to the slapstick coming from the back seat, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Black Noir is still driving quietly.
However, Lynn noticed that the storage compartment for holding change placed in the corner of the center console had a neatly folded green candy wrapper.
That's the layer of non-slip paper on the outside of matcha-flavored ice cream.
No one tried to expose the secret softness in the black-clad killer's heart.
Early the next morning, two black commercial vehicles drove into Narita Airport's private helipad in Dawn.
Vought International's luxury special plane has long been parked there waiting for them.
Sato Minister and the senior executives of several branches stood neatly beside the gangway and bowed at ninety degrees as if seeing off a living Bodhisattva.
The children, carrying their own backpacks, lined up to board the plane.
Reggie's bag was filled with game cartridges bought at Akihabara. Tommy was still chewing his endless supply of chewing gum. Annie held John's hand and jumped into the cabin.
Lynn is at the back.
The moment before he stepped onto the gangway, he turned around, glanced at the gradually waking city, and then stepped into the plane that belonged to them.
The plane shuttled smoothly above the clouds at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
The interior space of this luxury plane Vought International is as big as a small playground. It is a perfect place to relax for these children who have just finished their spring outing.
In the rest area in the middle of the cabin, Reggie couldn't wait to occupy the largest LCD TV.
He skillfully connected the newly purchased Super Nintendo Entertainment System, sat cross-legged on the thick and soft carpet, and began his day and night work of clearing customs.
Tommy was sitting on the leather sofa next to him, chewing gum and ruthlessly mocking Reggie's poor operation.
Annie was tired from playing. He curled up in a large seat covered with a thin cashmere blanket and slept soundly. He was still holding tightly the stuffed bear he won in the Akihabara ring.
Kevin carefully fixed the special kettle containing Goldfish Charlie on the table. He lay aside and gently tapped the outer wall of the kettle with his fingers, seeming to tell Charlie what he had experienced in the past two days at Japan.
Lynn is sitting near the porthole, holding a cup of warm coffee in his hand.
After working around for a few days, he dealt with the temptations of the Japan branch, and successfully dealt with the old master of the Kamo Clan family who did not know how to live or die. Even he felt a bit of comfortable fatigue at this moment.
He leaned back in his chair and looked out the window at the vast white clouds like cotton candy.
At this moment, the seat next to him sank slightly.
John sat over quietly.
The blond boy did not fight for the game controller with Reggie, nor did he always try to make a big noise to attract Lynn's attention like before.
He just sat there obediently, with his back straight, Azure's eyes vigilantly scanning the front and rear passages of the cabin from time to time, like a conscientious little bodyguard.
Since being given the honorable title of trump card by Lynn yesterday, John seems to have grown up a lot overnight.
He feels that those children's games are no longer suitable for his current noble status. His first priority now is to protect the safety of Lynn, although it was like this before.
Even if it's on a perfectly safe private jet.
"Why don't you go play for a while, little champion?"
Lynn turned his head and looked at the boy's serious and tense look, and couldn't help but feel funny.
John shook his head and lowered his voice and said, "I want to watch here. If any bad guy sneaks on the plane, I am your trump card. I have to be ready at any time."
Lynn felt a little warm in his heart.
Although this child possesses terrifying power that can easily tear apart this plane, his mind is as simple as a blank piece of paper. As long as you give him enough recognition and security, he will devote everything he has to you without reservation.
"Besides us, there are only a few pilots in front of us on this plane. There won't be any bad guys."
Lynn stretched out his hand and gently rubbed John's soft blond hair, "Even if you are the trump card, you still need to rest. Go get some sleep. New York I will call you when I get there."
Under Lynn's gentle comfort, John finally took off the disguise of a little adult.
He nodded, moved to Lynn's side, gently leaned his head on Lynn's shoulder, and closed his eyes.
Within a few minutes, the boy's steady and long breathing could be heard.
Lynn slightly adjusted his sitting position to make John more comfortable.
He raised his head, looked past Reggie and Tommy who were playing games, and landed on the darkest corner at the rear of the cabin.
Black Noir still maintains the same cross-legged sitting posture that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, like a black sculpture.
However, Lynn noticed that before Annie went to bed, he ran over and put a spare blanket on Black Noir's knees.
And this Vought International most cold-blooded killer actually let the pink-edged blanket cover himself and didn't move at all.
This improvised small family seems to be producing wonderful chemical reactions at an incredible speed.
The flight time of more than ten hours passed quickly with eating, drinking, having fun and getting enough sleep.
When the plane landed smoothly on the private runway of New York John F. Kennedy International Airport, the evening lights were already on outside the window.
Two SUVs were already waiting on the tarmac.
The familiar New York evening breeze blew in along the open hatch, bringing with it the unique prosperity and hustle and bustle of this city.
The children rubbed their sleepy eyes and walked off the plane carrying large and small bags.
The journey back to Long Island Estate was smooth.
When the car drove into the familiar tree-lined driveway and finally stopped at the door of the Manor, everyone let out a long sigh of relief.
The door opens, and the familiar warm lights in the living room turn on. There is no unfamiliar incense in the air, and there are no dazzling flashes outside.
Buddy rushed out immediately and threw himself into John's arms.
"Finally home!"
Reggie threw the heavy backpack on the ground, rushed directly to the huge soft sofa in the center of the living room, and rolled on it comfortably.
Kevin carried the kettle and went straight to Backyard's pool, eager to get Charlie back to its spacious home.
Annie took Tommy to the kitchen to look for any leftover snacks.
John was holding Buddy, who was now about the same size as him, standing at the entrance, looking at the picture full of life in front of him, Azure's eyes were shining brightly.
There are no cold sterile rooms, no researchers in white coats, no scary experimental equipment, and no troubles.
There are only soft sofas, a refrigerator always full of food, and Lynn.
And, friends.
Lynn took off his light gray windbreaker and hung it on the hanger. He turned to look at John, who was still standing at the door, and raised the corners of his mouth with a gentle arc.
"Go wash your hands, John, dinner will be ready soon."