Leaving Underground Containment Center, Lynn sat in the back row of the SUV.
As the car smoothly drove out of the underground garage of Vought Tower, the bustling street scene of Manhattan came into view again.
Lynn leaned on the leather seat and looked out the window at the endless flow of people. The high and emotionless eyes of Chimpanzee still remained in his mind.
In fact, when Edgar mentioned Compound V developed for animals for the first time on the phone, Lynn was not completely unmoved.
There is Buddy in Long Island Estate, the Golden Retriever who grew up with John.
There is also Kevin who treats her like a treasure and takes it with her even when eating and sleeping. Goldfish Charlie.
After all, the life span of animals is too short.
Lynn even imagined that if this research was really mature and safe, he would not mind using his Director authority to go to the laboratory and get two Pure Compound back.
After all, who doesn't want their silly pet to live longer and even have a little ability to protect itself when it encounters danger?
But the successful sample in Observation Room completely gave up his idea.
If the price of longevity and strength is to turn Buddy into a deformed monster who speaks philosophy, despises human emotions, and uses cold logic to measure everything, then this potion is simply the most vicious poison in the world.
Lynn would rather accompany the children to build a tombstone for the old Buddy under the big tree of Backyard more than ten years later, and would never allow that kind of cold arrogance to pollute his home.
The car drove into Long Island Estate's Iron Gate, and the tires ran over the smooth gravel driveway, making a slight rustling sound.
Lynn As soon as he opened the door, a golden shadow suddenly jumped out from the porch.
Buddy shook its tail like a helicopter propeller and jumped onto Lynn's lap excitedly.
It even stood up, used its two furry front paws to pick up Lynn's suit pants, kept rubbing Lynn's palms with its wet nose, and let out a coquettish whimpering sound in its throat.
"Okay, okay, I've only been away for a few hours."
The indifference on Lynn's face melted instantly at this moment.
He knelt down and didn't dislike the saliva on Buddy's mouth at all, and rubbed the soft head of Big Golden Retriever vigorously.
Buddy doesn't understand Quantum Mechanics, let alone the ethics of Spinoza. It can't even count.
He only knows that seeing this man who brings him dog food and takes him for a walk every day is a happy event worth wagging his tail off.
Looking at Buddy's pure and clear eyes, filled with complete trust and dependence, Lynn became even more convinced that it was a wise decision for him to push the self-righteous Chimpanzee into the bottom layer of Containment Room.
Walking into the living room, the room is filled with the sweet smell of baking cookies.
John is wearing a gray apron that Lynn usually wears, standing in front of the oven in the open kitchen, wearing heat-resistant gloves in a decent manner.
Seeing Lynn coming back, the blond boy immediately put down the tray in his hand and walked over quickly.
"Lynn, you are back."
John looked Lynn up and down. There was a trace of inquiry in Azure's eyes, as if he was confirming whether he had been wronged outside, "That big boss didn't cause trouble for you, did he?"
"No, I just went to see a very unpleasant monkey and turned down a boring business deal."
Lynn took off his suit jacket and handed it over.
A hand wearing black tactical gloves steadily took the coat.
Black Noir silently hung the clothes on the solid wood hangers in the entrance hall as usual, but today he did not turn around and walk to the single sofa in the corner of the living room as usual, but stood quietly by the door.
Lynn noticed something strange and turned around to look at the heavily armed killer in black.
Black Noir took out the crumpled little black book from Tactical Vest's pocket, wrote a few words with a short pencil, and then handed it to Lynn.
President's order.
Japan's matter is over, it's time for me to go back.
The handwriting is still stiff, but there is a sense of dullness in these two short sentences that even Black Noir himself may not be aware of.
Lynn looked at the words in the notebook and was not surprised.
Black Noir is the sharpest knife in Edgar's hand. He was asked to follow Manor before. On the one hand, going to Japan on a business trip required high-level security, and on the other hand, it was also a surveillance method used by the boss.
Now that the foreign troubles have subsided and Lynn is surprisingly stable, the capitalists will naturally not let this good knife sit idle in Long Island's villa as a nanny.
"I understand."
Lynn nodded.
Hearing that Black Noir was about to leave, Reggie and Tommy, who were grabbing the game controller on the carpet just now, stopped.
Although this dark guy never spoke and looked a bit scary, he not only helped them get things from high places many times, but he was also very good at hitting Arcade Machine.
Annie put down the drawing board he was drawing on and ran to Black Noir.
The little girl raised her face and held up the drawing paper painted with colored crayons high.
The painting shows a stick figure wearing black clothes, clumsily holding a baseball, and there are several colorful little people cheering next to him.
"Mr. Black Noir, this is for you."
Annie's voice is crisp and crisp.
Black Noir looked down at the little girl who was no more than his waist, and her breathing stagnated slightly under the mask.
He hesitated for a few seconds, and finally stretched out his hands stained with countless blood, and took the drawing paper with great care.
He folded the drawing paper carefully and put it snugly into the innermost pocket.
Lynn stepped forward, stretched out his hand and patted Black Noir's burly shoulder twice. His tone was like telling a friend who was about to go on a long trip, "Be careful when doing things outside. Remember, the Bracelet matter is rotten in the stomach, and no one should mention it."
Black Noir nodded solemnly.
"In addition," Lynn put his hands into his trouser pockets and looked at the calm eyes under Black Noir's mask, "This Manor door has no access control for you. Your favorite Matcha Ice Cream will always be stocked in the refrigerator here. If you get tired of staying in that cold tower, come back and call Arcade Machine at any time."
Black Noir's shoulders trembled slightly.
He did not write any more, but took a deep look at the house, which was full of sunshine, the aroma of food and the noise of children, then turned around, opened the door, and disappeared into the street outside.
He was going to be the most ruthless knife in the company, but in his heart, he already had a coordinate that he could stop at any time.
"Okay, don't be stunned."
Lynn turned around, looked at the plate of cookies baked in different shapes on the kitchen counter, and smiled, "John, the cookies you baked smell very good, give me one to try."
John's lips raised in an instant, and he immediately came over with a small plate.
The sunlight outside the window slanted on the wooden floor, and with the sound of Reggie shouting and protesting against Tommy's cheating, Manor once again fell into that reassuring noise.