American comic book: I, with my abundant martial virtue, love to do good to others.

Friday evening.

Lynn Hall parked the Chevrolet in the place where he had lived for eleven years and got out of the car with red wine and gifts.

Lynn Hall glanced at the red Audi R8 parked not far away and nodded in satisfaction.

I had someone deliver this to me before I came back.

Carrying his things, Lynn Hall arrived at the door, but before he could knock, he heard hurried footsteps coming from inside.

As the door opened, the tall, youthful Gwen rushed towards her.

"Lynn, you finally decided to come back?"

Looking at Gwen, who suddenly jumped on him with a bright smile, Lynn Hall chuckled, "This month has been rather busy."

"Tch, what? Does America have to go under without your FBI? I bet you're just too lazy to come back!"

She said it in a coquettish tone, and then sniffed Lynn Hall like a puppy.

After confirming that there was no other woman's scent, he accepted the red wine and gift from Lynn with satisfaction.

Do you remember what day tomorrow is?

Seeing Gwen blinking expectantly, Lynn Hall pretended to think, "Hmm... what day is it? Aunt Helen's birthday has already passed..."

"Lynn Hall!!!"

"Ha ha."

Lynn Hall raised his hand and pinched Gwen's puffed-up cheek, laughing heartily.

This made Gwen "angry" and she pinched Lynn's arm.

Half an hour later, at the dining table.

"Every time I come home, you buy so much stuff. We have plenty of wine, and I don't need any more skincare products or bags. The bags you've bought me over the years are practically filling an entire wall!"

Helen kept nagging as she served Lynn Hall his dinner.

Helen always treated Lynn like a son.

George Stacy, however, chuckled as she savored the red wine Lynn had brought back, asking, "Is this red wine from Pinewood Winery in California?"

"Yes."

Upon hearing Uncle George's question, Lynn Hall smiled and said, "Director Duke knew I was coming back this weekend for a family gathering, so he specially selected a bottle of red wine from his cellar that he had been treasuring for nearly twenty years and asked me to bring it back for you to try."

"It seems James Duke values ​​you highly, but Lynn, you should be careful with James Duke. I've had contact with him before, and I always felt that he..."

Before George Stacy could finish speaking, Helen gently tapped the table to interrupt, "It's dinner time now, darling. You can't talk about work with the child after he gets home."

"Besides, the child is all grown up now; you can't use a lecturing tone anymore!"

Seeing his wife's "unfriendly" look, George Stacy chuckled and said, "Okay, my fault, my fault. In my heart, Lynn is still that little one."

"But who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, the little kid who used to grab my arm and want to play with a gun is now twenty-four years old."

With a tone full of emotion, George Stacy looked at Lynn with eyes full of affection.

The atmosphere at dinner was very harmonious, and even Gwen, who did not receive a gift, looked very happy.

Right under the table, a foot was constantly stepping on Lynn Hall's instep, seemingly as if in revenge.

After dinner, Lynn Hall smiled and took out his car keys from his pocket, placing them in front of Gwen.

"What is this?"

Looking at the car keys placed in front of her, Gwen's eyes filled with surprise: "Is this for me?"

In the United States, you can get a driver's license at sixteen, so Gwen already had one last year.

And Uncle George had already given her a used Ford.

So Lynn wasn't worried that Gwen couldn't drive.

What do you think?

Lynn Hall pinched Gwen's cheek, then deliberately looked at his feet and said, "If I don't bring out some people's birthday presents soon, I'm afraid I'll be using crutches tomorrow!"

"hey-hey.."

The car key had the Audi logo on it.

Gwen asked with a look of surprise, "When I came back, I saw a red Audi R8 parked outside the house. Lynn, that car wouldn't be my birthday present, would it?"

"No, your birthday present is a heavy-duty truck!"

"Oh!"

After giving Lynn a disapproving look, Gwen excitedly ran out.

After circling the sleek car body, Gwen excitedly sat inside, lovingly stroking the steering wheel.

"Why don't you go take a look and see?"

Seeing Gwen's excited expression, Lynn Hall asked with a smile.

Gwen jumped out of the car and pounced on Lynn.

He then cupped Lynn's head and kissed her several times before running back to the car, starting it, and carefully driving into the garage.

"I thought you were going to test drive it!"

Seeing Gwen get out of the car, Lynn said with a smile.

"Anyway, it's my car, so I'll have plenty of opportunities to test drive it!"

As she spoke, Gwen took Lynn's arm and they returned home.

...

Lynn Hall and George Stacy sat facing each other by the fireplace.

Pale blue smoke drifted through the air as George Stacy asked Lynn, "You got promoted again?"

"I'm currently at D3. Next year, my immediate supervisor is planning to take on an advisory role. Once the position of head of the intelligence agency becomes vacant, I'll most likely take it."

As he spoke, Lynn picked up his glass and took a small sip. "Uncle George, haven't you considered going into politics?"

"I?"

George Stacy took a sip of red wine from his glass, then chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Forget it. I've been a cop for most of my life; I don't want to get involved in that dirty quagmire."

"But you, Lynn, have always been different from other children. While other children were still playing and rebellious, you were always smart and sensible."

"I know you've always known what you really want, but, my child, this kind of life will be exhausting!"

"I've always wanted to see you rebellious in your youth, to see you enjoy your life with enthusiasm and joy, like a true young person."

Upon hearing Uncle George's words, Lynn Hall lit a cigarette for himself.

After a long pause, he said softly, "I'm enjoying my life right now, Uncle George."

There are some things that you can't tell even your family.

Moreover, his current identity makes it easier for him to get everything he wants.

"I'm glad you like it!"

George Stacy stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, raised his glass, and clinked it against Lynn's: "My child, I just want you to know that whenever you're tired, the door will always be open for you."

"This will always be your home!"