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Lynn's heart was pounding at its limit, but he didn't give up. He gripped the fuselage tightly, without letting go. The plane gradually accelerated, hurtling into the sky. Lynn felt a strong gust of wind rush towards him, almost knocking him over. However, his hands gripped the aircraft's stairs like iron clamps, using almost all his strength to maintain his position.

The plane finally left the ground and began takeoff. Lynn gritted his teeth, enduring the intense wind pressure and physical pain, his gaze fixed firmly on Scott inside the cabin.

Scott stood at the hatch, looking at him coldly, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "You think you can stop me?" Scott's tone carried an unspeakable contempt. "You'll never catch me."

Lynn didn't respond, but gritted his teeth and maintained his standing posture, his eyes flashing with an indomitable light. He knew he had no way out, only to keep moving forward until he caught Scott.

As the plane climbed higher, Lynn felt increasing pressure on his body. The cold wind pierced through his clothes, tearing at his face, the pain almost making him numb. However, he persevered, his hands still gripping the plane's stairs tightly, his eyes never leaving Scott.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Lynn finally spoke, his voice low but resolute. "You can escape for a while, but you can't escape forever."

A complex emotion flickered in Scott's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. "You don't understand." He turned and walked into the cabin, completely ignoring Lynn.

Lynn took a deep breath and strained again, preparing to climb into the cabin. Meanwhile, Mark was preparing on the runway below. He had already contacted ground support, ready to provide assistance if necessary.

Lynn's heart pounded, his arms nearly giving out, but he didn't give up. He knew that if Scott escaped, it wouldn't just be his failure, but the entire city, and even a wider force, would be severely affected. He had to stop the disaster from spreading.

Suddenly, the plane lurched violently, and Lynn was nearly thrown off, but he endured the pain and continued to grip the gangway. At that moment, he no longer felt tired, but was filled with determination and resolve.

Scott couldn't maintain his seat. He walked to the gangway, looked at Lynn's figure, and smiled coldly. "You're asking for death by doing this. Even if you catch me today, the forces behind you can make you disappear without a trace."

Lynn stared at Scott, his eyes flashing with fury. "Where do you think you're going to run to?" Lynn said in a low voice. "You'll pay for what you've done."

Scott sneered, "You'll never understand the power behind us."

Lynn didn't respond. Instead, he suddenly leaped up, grabbed Scott by the collar, and dragged him out of the cabin. Scott's face turned pale instantly; he clearly hadn't expected Lynn to be so decisive. The two began a fierce struggle at the cabin door, their blows and punches clashing violently, the air thick with tension and anger.

The plane sped through the air, but the fight between Lynn and Scott made everything even more dangerous. As the struggle intensified, the plane's doors began to shake violently, as if they might be torn apart at any moment.

The plane's violent shaking nearly knocked Lynn off his feet, his feet landing on the gangway, his body swaying violently in the strong wind. Scott clearly wasn't going to let him off easily; mutant strength and reaction speed far surpassed that of ordinary humans. His claws, like sharp blades, sliced ​​through the air, lunging towards Lynn's face.

“You think you can stop me?” Scott chuckled softly, his voice full of provocation. His claws tore through Lynn’s clothes, the cold wind blowing into the ripped fabric, bringing waves of pain. However, Lynn did not back down; his gaze grew even more resolute, every inch of his body telling him that today, no matter what, Scott would have to pay for his crimes.

Lynn gripped the airplane stairs tightly, forcefully jerking himself back from the strong winds to meet Scott's attack. He gave Scott no time to react, lunging forward with all his might. A flicker of surprise crossed Scott's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by rage. He stretched out his powerful claws, aiming for Lynn's chest.

Lynn dodged his claws, then swiftly unleashed a flurry of power, striking Scott squarely in the face with both fists. The blow sent Scott staggering backward, his head slamming against the metal wall of the plane with a dull thud. Scott roared in fury, forcefully breaking free from Lynn's attack, his body vanishing into the air once more, like a streak of light in mid-air.

Lynn reacted instantly, his gaze locking onto Scott's location, and he lunged forward again. Scott had clearly used his teleportation ability, but he hadn't anticipated Lynn's swift reaction. Lynn followed closely behind, closing in on Scott almost instantly.

"You think you can escape?" Lynn growled in a low voice, his voice filled with determination and anger.

Scott chuckled coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "You can try," he said, forcefully pushing open the cabin door, attempting to use the cabin's angle to shake off Lynn's pursuit. However, Lynn didn't let up for a moment, quickly leaping up, grabbing Scott's shoulder, and pulling him forcefully towards himself.

The two collided again, the violent impact causing the plane's exterior to rattle. Scott's strength undoubtedly surprised Lynn, but Lynn did not back down. He knew that only by subduing Scott could he completely stop this mutant from dragging the entire city into the abyss.

“Where can you run to? No matter how you try to escape, I will catch you!” Lynn said sharply, his eyes filled with challenge and determination.

The plane had reached an extremely high altitude, and the surrounding scenery was becoming increasingly blurry, with thick fog billowing through the clouds. Lynn clenched his fist again, staring directly at Scott, preparing to launch his final attack. He knew he only had one chance, and Scott's strength was gradually returning.

“You’re wrong.” Scott’s face darkened. He suddenly stretched out his palm, and a powerful force surged through the air, instantly shoving Lynn away. Lynn felt his body being suppressed by an invisible force, making it almost impossible for him to move.

However, Scott didn't continue his attack. Instead, he quickly retreated, a cold smile flashing in his eyes. "You're right, I can't let you continue chasing me. You don't have much time left." Lynn endured the excruciating pain, quickly regaining his standing position, his eyes fixed on Scott. "What do you want to do?"

Scott's lips curled into a cold smile. "You want to stop me? Then try it." He swung his arm, and instantly the surrounding air rippled violently again, as if an unseen force was rushing towards Lynn. Lynn barely had time to react before the powerful force jolted him, causing him to lose his balance instantly.

Just as Lynn was about to fall, he saw Scott preparing his final attack. At that moment, his heart pounded, and he knew he couldn't continue to be passive. He gritted his teeth against the pain, using his last bit of strength to leap from the ground and pounce on Scott.

“You won’t win,” Scott said, preparing to launch another attack. However, almost simultaneously, Lynn grabbed him and slammed Scott’s body against the aircraft door. In that instant, the entire plane seemed to shake violently, the door latches were flung open by the strong impact, and the aircraft door opened slightly.

Lynn used almost all his strength to grab Scott by the neck and shove him hard against the cabin wall. Scott's face turned pale instantly, but he didn't give in easily and fought back with all his might. The atmosphere inside the cabin grew increasingly tense; their struggle had lost all rules, filled with violent impacts and struggles.

However, Lynn didn't give Scott any more time to react. He knew his stamina was nearing its limit, but if he didn't quickly subdue Scott, the fight would become even more difficult. Lynn aimed for Scott's abdomen and delivered a powerful punch. Scott let out a painful groan and was knocked back several steps.

"You still dare to resist?" Lynn grabbed Scott's shoulder tightly and said coldly, "Today, no matter what abilities you use, you cannot escape."

Just then, Scott suddenly smiled, a complex glint in his eyes. "You think you can bring me to justice? You're wrong." He suddenly exerted force, and the airflow in the entire cabin instantly twisted, distorting Lynn and Scott's bodies together in an instant, like two images in the air, almost becoming blurred.

Lynn suddenly felt a violent wave of dizziness wash over him, his vision began to distort, and Scott's power erupted again, almost tearing him apart. But at that very moment, the plane's alarm suddenly sounded, the cabin door shook violently once more, and a powerful gust of air rushed into the cabin.

“Give me some more time, Scott,” Lynn growled in a low voice, his fingers gripping Scott’s collar tightly with almost all his might.

A hint of disdain flashed in Scott's eyes, and his body vanished again in an instant, fleeing towards the rear cabin of the plane.

Lynn barely had time to react before the plane began its rapid descent. Then, the outer walls of the plane began to shake violently, the cabin doors could not be fully closed, and the strong winds pressed down on them, making it almost impossible for them to break free.

The plane's rapid descent nearly robbed Lynn of consciousness. He felt as if he were bound by countless steel wires, barely able to breathe. The intense turbulence caused his ears to ring constantly, and his body felt as if it had been forced into a state of weightlessness. Just as the plane was about to hit the ground, Lynn reacted almost instinctively. He barely managed to maintain his balance and lunged forward, heading straight for the cockpit.

The pilot had lost control, and emergency warnings were flashing on the instrument panel. Lynn used all his strength to force open the cockpit door and rushed inside. The pilot was clearly terrified and disoriented, slumped limply in his seat. Lynn had no time to worry about him; he quickly gripped the control stick and began a forced landing.

"Stabilize the plane!" Lynn shouted almost in a commanding tone, his hands gripping the control stick tightly, his body tense, sweat pouring down his face. He adjusted the plane's direction to the lowest possible angle, trying his best to control the plane's descent speed. The plane's engines roared shrilly, and the violent vibrations blurred Lynn's vision, but he dared not relax for a moment.

Just as the plane was about to touch the ground, Lynn forcefully pulled up the control stick, and the plane barely escaped the most dangerous altitude. The violent shaking almost made him lose control, but in the end, the plane still managed to land in a desolate area.

The tail of the plane slammed violently into the ground, the immense impact throwing Lynn instantly towards the rear of the cabin, where he slammed heavily into his seat. The entire fuselage shook violently, and the alarms blared incessantly. However, it was as if all the strength had been drained from Lynn's body in an instant; he could no longer maintain a conscious state, and the world before his eyes blurred, gradually fading into darkness.

……

Lynn slowly regained consciousness, first feeling a blinding white light, followed by waves of pain that spread from head to toe. Despite feeling pain in every inch of his body, he tried his best to open his eyes, struggling to see his surroundings clearly.

He found himself lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by clean yet unfamiliar white walls. The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant, and the room was completely silent except for him. Lynn took a deep breath, trying to clear his head. The sharp pain in his body made him wince, and his head felt as heavy as if it had been hit by a hammer.

"Lynn, you're awake." A familiar voice suddenly reached Lynn's ears. Lynn turned his head and saw Mark sitting beside the hospital bed, a relaxed smile on his face, but the fatigue in his eyes was hard to ignore.

Lynn's throat was dry, and he managed to ask with difficulty, "Scott...where is he?"

Mark's expression instantly turned serious. He lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "We found the wreckage of the plane and have rescued you from the crash site. You were injured, but nothing serious. As for Scott... we didn't find him." He paused, as if choosing whether to continue, "We searched the entire area, but found no trace of him in the wreckage."

Lynn's heart sank as he realized the complexity of the situation. "You mean, Scott isn't dead?" he said through gritted teeth, his eyes brimming with anxiety and anger.

Mark nodded, his voice tinged with helplessness and disappointment: "Yes, although the plane's crash and emergency landing were extremely violent, there's no indication that Scott was involved. We believe he may have used his abilities to escape at the last moment." (End of Chapter)