The early morning sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, drawing bright golden gratings on the floor.
The kitchen is filled with the mellow aroma of freshly ground coffee beans, accompanied by the faint sizzling sound of butter melting in the pan. The new day begins smoothly in Long Island Estate.
Lynn was wearing a gray knitted sweater and was standing in front of the counter, skillfully putting the golden toast on both sides onto the plate.
At the dining table, several little ones had finished washing and sat obediently in their seats.
John is wearing a neat white shirt and looks like a meticulous butler. He is holding a large glass jug and filling the cups of Annie and Kevin with warm whole milk.
After pouring, he habitually glanced at Reggie, who was still yawning next to him.
"Reggie, wash your hands before touching the bread. Lynn just said yesterday that you are not allowed to serve the bread with mud."
John frowned, Azure's eyes revealed the majesty of a big brother.
"I washed it! I even used soap twice!"
Reggie mumbled dissatisfiedly, reaching out to grab the biggest piece of fried egg on the plate.
However, before his fingers touched the edge of the plate, the piece of fried egg suddenly seemed to have wings, slowly floated into the air, and then fell steadily into the bowl of Tommy sitting opposite.
Tommy put his hands in his pajamas pockets, chewed bubble gum in his mouth, and gave Reggie a provocative look.
"Tommy! You robber!"
Reggie was so angry that he almost jumped up. The blue afterimage flickered on the chair, and he was about to have an attack.
Snap.
John slammed the glass jug of milk on the dining table. Although he did not use his super strength, the muffled sound still made Reggie and Tommy shrink their necks at the same time.
"Sit down. Whoever dares to waste the breakfast made by Lynn, I will throw him into the pond of Backyard to feed the fish."
The blond boy glanced at them coldly.
Reggie immediately became honest, sat back on the chair obediently, picked up the slightly smaller fried egg next to it and stuffed it into his mouth.
Tommy also shrugged, put away Telekinesis, picked up the fork and started eating.
Kevin watched with amusement. He did not participate in the fight, but carefully tore off a small piece of bread crumbs without sauce, threw it into the special kettle at hand, and watched his treasure Goldfish swallow it in one gulp.
"Eat more, Charlie. You have to grow up quickly."
Kevin muttered to Goldfish.
Lynn came over with the last two plates of bacon, placed the plates in the center of the table, and rubbed John's golden hair.
"Well done, John, but you can be gentler next time. Reggie is just too hungry."
Lynn smiled and sat down at his seat, picked up the cup of black coffee and took a sip.
John was praised by Lynn. The cold little adult look he had shown just now was instantly broken. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He happily picked up his portion of toast and took a big bite.
This kind of morning, full of fireworks and noise, makes people feel particularly peaceful.
But this tranquility did not last long.
When Lynn finished drinking half a cup of coffee, a dull ringing sound suddenly came from the study room on the second floor.
It is an encrypted internal dedicated line Vought International specially equipped for senior executives.
The noise on the dining table instantly fell silent. John immediately put down the knife and fork in his hand, and Azure stared straight in the direction of the second floor.
"It's okay, you continue to eat. Annie, drink up the milk in the cup."
Lynn put down the coffee cup, gave John a comforting look, then stood up and walked up to the second floor with steady steps.
Pushing open the study door, Lynn picked up the receiver with the red light flashing.
"Good morning, Lynn. I hope I didn't disturb you and the children's breakfast time."
The calm voice of Edgar, without any emotion, came from the other end of the phone.
"As long as it's not bad news, it's not a bother, President."
Lynn leaned on the edge of the desk and looked at the sunshine outside the window.
"It's a business plan for a new market."
Edgar paused for a moment, seeming to be flipping through some document.
"Board of Directors recently made an assessment. Although the market for Superheroes is huge, the audience is ordinary civilians after all. The top wealthy people who really control the vast majority of the world's wealth are not very interested in actors flying around in tights. It is impossible for them to take the risk and inject Compound V themselves. The so-called Superheroes hired are after all just outsiders, and their hearts are dark."
Lynn said nothing, quietly listening to the capitalist's spiel.
"Europe Those ancient families raise Magical Creatures that can protect their masters. These things are sold at sky-high prices on the black market."
There was a hint of businessman's greed in Edgar's voice, "Vought International can't let go of this piece of cake. Therefore, the laboratory recently adjusted the molecular structure of Compound V and conducted a deep fusion specifically for the animal's genetic sequence."
"You plan to sell Compound V into the pet market?"
Lynn's eyes moved slightly, thinking of Buddy who was chewing bones.
He had to admit that these capitalists were really thinking fast in order to make money.
Who doesn't want their pet to not only live as long as a human, but also become a bodyguard that can tear apart intruders at critical moments?
"Yes, as long as it is packaged properly, it is not only a pet, but also a symbol of status. The most important thing is that pets raised since childhood will not betray."
"Rich people will spend crazy money for this artificial Fantastic Beasts."
Edgar's tone became serious, "We have a very successful breakthrough sample. Its brain development is beyond imagination. The laboratory named it Charlie."
Hearing this name, Lynn's mind flashed inexplicably to the Goldfish spitting bubbles from Kevin downstairs.
"So, what does the president need from me?"
"This batch of animal assets is too special. The white coats in the laboratory will only stimulate them with electric shock rods and data reports. I don't want this project that can earn the company tens of billions of profits to become a scandal because it gets out of control."
Edgar said bluntly, "You have proven that you have unparalleled talent in controlling special assets. I need you to come to the headquarters, evaluate Charlie, and teach those idiots how to put a decent collar on a beast."
"Understood, I will go there in the morning."
The phone hangs up.
Lynn put the receiver back, turned around and walked downstairs.
John was standing at the top of the stairs. When he saw Lynn put on the suit jacket hanging by the door, the boy's brows immediately frowned.
"Are you going to the company to meet those annoying people? Do you want me to go with you, Lynn."
John stepped forward, with a trace of undisguised protectiveness in his tone.
"No, it's just a business related to small animals. I'll be back soon."
Lynn helped John straighten his collar that was a little crooked, "You should watch over your younger brothers and sisters at home and don't let Reggie eat too much ice cream."
John Although he was a little reluctant, he still nodded obediently.
Half an hour later, Lynn's bulletproof SUV drove into Vought Tower's underground special holding center.
The security level here is much higher than Vanguard Camp.
Several researchers wearing heavy protective clothing were waiting at the elevator entrance early. When they saw Lynn coming out, they immediately greeted him respectfully.
"Lynn Director, the sample is at the front Observation Room Three."
The leading researcher nervously wiped the cold sweat from his forehead while leading the way, "Its learning ability is so terrifying. It only took three days to master the logic of human language. We don't even dare to approach it at will now."
Lynn ignored the researcher's chatter and walked straight to the thick bulletproof glass of Observation Room Three.
He originally expected to see a mutated beast slamming into the wall.
But on the other side of the glass, in the spacious and bright white room, it was surprisingly quiet.
That's a Chimpanzee.
Its body shape is slightly larger than the ordinary adult Chimpanzee, but it does not appear bloated or weird.
What makes people feel a little creepy is its posture.
The Chimpanzee named Charlie did not jump up and down in the cage, nor did it make any wild beast noises.
It was wearing a gray hoodie tailored for it and was sitting cross-legged on a chair in the center of the room.
On its lap lies a thick original English book on human philosophy.
When Lynn walked to the glass, Charlie had just turned a page of the book.
It seemed to be aware of Lynn's gaze, so it slowly raised its head, looked through the thick bulletproof glass, and looked at Lynn.
Those are a pair of eyes without any animality or mania.