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Chapter 101 Lynn: You better be able to fight all day!

As Lynn's voice faded, Frank immediately raised his shotgun and aimed it at the slightly ajar office door.

In the quiet, empty top-floor corridor, the crisp "click" of a bullet being chambered suddenly echoed, sounding particularly jarring in the deathly stillness of the night.

Rogers, who had already found his way to the office door, froze instantly.

He unconsciously held his breath, his hand gripping the vibranium shield tightened abruptly, and his muscles tensed instantly, entering a state of maximum alert.

He wasn't sure if Lynn was bluffing or if the other party had already set a trap, waiting for him to walk right into it.

After all, he had absolute confidence in his stealth skills. During his more than seventy years on the battlefield during World War II, he relied on these stealth techniques countless times to infiltrate Nazi military bases and destroy enemy fortifications without ever making a mistake.

Along the way, he precisely avoided all the visible surveillance cameras, manually broke all the security lock cylinders, and even suppressed his breathing to the lowest possible level, making it absolutely impossible for him to be detected by conventional means.

Lynn not only knew someone was coming, but he also knew exactly who it was, and the timing was perfect.

What exactly is going on?

Rogers suppressed his surprise and doubt.

With his back pressed tightly against the cold wall and his shield held horizontally in front of him, he remained vigilant, only slowing his breathing as he continued to approach the half-open door step by step.

Even though he was absolutely certain of the power granted by the Super Soldier Serum, he would never act rashly before personally verifying Lynn's hard work.

But just as he took a step to the front of the gate, Lynn's mocking voice once again clearly reached his ears.

"We've already reached the door, why are we still being so cautious? Isn't that too unlike Captain America?"

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"Don't worry, there are no traps or snares here."

"I, as the host, have already extended an invitation; are you, the guest, still going to be so hesitant?"

"Besides—you don't really think you can beat me with that broken shield, do you?"

"Isn't this a bit too frivolous?"

"My good captain, Rogers!"

The moment the last word was uttered, Rogers' body froze completely.

All the hope and doubt vanished at that moment.

From the very beginning, the other party clearly knew who it was. Hiding any longer would only be pointless and put them at a disadvantage.

Rogers took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and without further hesitation, strode towards the door in front of him that was faintly illuminated.

With a push, the heavy solid wood door swung open, revealing a brightly lit office inside.

A large desk stood between the two, behind which was a floor-to-ceiling window offering a panoramic view of Manhattan's dazzling nightscape.

The entire top floor is spacious and open, without any unnecessary obstructions, making it a natural fighting arena.

Lynn leaned back in his chair behind his desk, squinted, and looked at the fully armed man in front of him with great interest.

Clearly, Rogers came to this meeting with a determination to fight.

They really intended to capture him on the spot and bring him back to S.H.I.E.L.D.

His gaze swept over the virtual screen of the [Control Guard].

Within the entire Fisk Tower area, apart from Rogers's conspicuous red name, there was no other SHIELD signal source.

Lynn immediately understood that this was another of Captain America's unauthorized actions, without informing Fury and Tony at all.

"sit."

Lynn raised his chin, pointed to the chair opposite the desk, and spoke with a smile.

His tone was so calm that it was as if he were facing not an enemy who had broken in at night, but an old friend who had come to visit.

He casually picked up the whiskey on the table, filled two empty glasses, and pushed one of them onto the empty seat opposite him.

"I thought S.H.I.E.L.D. would send you a large commando team to come and attack."

"I didn't expect that it would be you, Captain, all by yourself."

"Judging by your full gear, you probably didn't inform Fury and the others before coming, did you?"

Lynn picked up his glass and gently swirled the amber liquid inside.

"You just barged in alone like that, aren't you afraid of causing even bigger trouble? Aren't you afraid Fury will be furious if he finds out?"

Rogers stood still, neither stepping forward nor touching the glass of wine, his sharp gaze fixed intently on Lynn.

His tone was calm and firm, without the slightest wavering.

"The meeting this afternoon was my unauthorized action, which escalated the conflict and led to uncontrollable consequences."

"This mistake should have been corrected by me."

"My presence here will not harm any innocent people."

"There are no civilians around this building, and there are only a few of you in the entire building."

His hands tightened slightly, and he held the shield horizontally in front of him, assuming a fighting stance.

"Lynn, you must be brought to justice for your crimes, and all I have to do is take you back."

"No matter how strong or mysterious you are, today—I will bring you to justice."

He paused, then uttered the classic line etched into his very being, word by word. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable firmness and an unwavering determination to never back down in the face of a formidable foe.

"I, can, do, this, all, day."

The instant I heard those words.

Lynn was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but chuckle, her hand holding the wine glass trembling slightly.

He's been in this Marvel universe for so long, killing Kingpin, beheading Ross, going head-to-head with Tony Stark, and negotiating with the Ancient One face-to-face.

But I never imagined that one day I would actually say this classic line, which I had heard countless times in movies, to him in a serious manner.

Before, when I saw Captain America say this line to Red Skull, Iron Man, and Thanos through the screen, I felt my blood boil.

But now, those words have hit me right in the face, and it feels quite different.

"Interesting, this is really interesting."

Lynn put down his glass, smiled and shook his head. The playfulness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by an undisguised sarcasm.

"Captain, do you know how ridiculous your actions are in my eyes?"

"You keep talking about legal judgment and procedural justice, but now you've broken into my private office in the middle of the night, intending to forcibly take me away. Is this what you call rules and justice?"

"You keep saying you want to avoid war and reduce casualties, but what you're doing now is igniting the fuse of this war with your own hands."

"Your idea is correct, and I also think highly of your sense of responsibility. Unfortunately—you've chosen the wrong opponent and overestimated your own abilities."

"Even if our strengths are evenly matched, the consequences of this fight are beyond your prediction."

"What if I disregard everything, and your arrival completely enrages me, leading me to retaliate with widespread destruction?"

Lynn leaned back in her chair, her tone calm, yet every word piercing: "I admire your courage to come in alone, but in my eyes, this is no different from suicide."

"You've probably noticed that not just anyone can sit in the chairs in this office."

Lynn tapped her fingertips lightly on the table, her gaze sweeping over the empty seat opposite her, her tone carrying a hint of cold amusement.

"When I first came to this office, I was sitting where you are standing now, and Kingpin was sitting in the chair I am sitting in now."

"Later, I cut off his head, and the Fisk Building, which belonged to Kingpin, became my property."

"Later, I sat here again, and sitting across from me was General Ross."

"Then, in front of the entire American public, I beheaded him, and his blood splattered throughout the hearing."

At this point, Lynn paused.

The office fell into a deathly silence.

He looked at Rogers, whose face was gradually darkening, and remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, his voice carrying an almost cruel calmness.

"Now—it's your turn to stand in this position."

"Rogers, are you prepared to have your head chopped off?"

"Tony, Rod, Barton, Natasha, those guys I beat up and sent to the hospital, their injuries probably haven't fully healed yet, right?"

Lynn raised an eyebrow, her tone carrying a hint of warning.

"Are you sure you want to start this war all by yourself?"

"If you make the first move today, I will accept that you have broken the false calm before the storm and pushed everything to the last step."

"By then, there will be no turning back."

Rogers stood there, lost in a long silence.

His hand gripping the shield revealed the inner turmoil he was struggling with.

He wasn't unaware of the consequences, but he always felt that as long as he could take down Lynn ahead of time, he could avoid a full-scale war that would affect the entire city of New York, and it would be worth any price to pay.

But Lynn's words struck him like a heavy hammer.

If he fails here today, not only will he fail to take down Lynn, but he will also completely enrage her, which will only make the situation more uncontrollable.

But when he closed his eyes, what flashed through his mind were the civilians affected by the war on the battlefields of World War II, and the families whose homes were torn apart and destroyed because of the war.

If this all-out war were to break out, New York would be reduced to ashes, and countless innocent people would die.

He's Captain America; he can't just stand by and watch this happen.

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance of stopping the war, even if it costs him his life, he has to try.

If such a situation really occurs, it can only mean that he misjudged Lynn. No matter the cost, he will keep Lynn under control in this building where there are no outsiders.

Lynn, looking at the silent Rogers, also had her own plans in mind.

For him, the war could start anytime, sooner or later, the final outcome would not change.

But the best time is always when all the Avengers are assembled.

Otherwise, if he goes too far today and cripples or even kills Rogers, and Tony and his group become wary and completely hide away, where will he find someone to kill?

You have to understand that S.H.I.E.L.D. has considerable power; if they were really determined to hide a few people, he might not be able to find them easily.

Only when all the original Avengers are present and a full-scale, exhilarating war is waged can he achieve a decisive victory and wipe out everyone he wants to kill in one fell swoop.

Frank, standing beside him, kept his gun raised, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Rogers, his finger never leaving the trigger.

If Lynn gave the order, he would not hesitate to pull the trigger and riddle the intruder with bullets.

Just when the atmosphere in the office reached its most tense point.

Meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D. was in complete chaos.

"Coulson!"

"Where is Rogers's location signal?!"

"Find it for me right now!"

Fury's furious roar exploded from the communicator, his eyes filled with boundless rage.

He had just finished arguing with people in Congress when he received news of Rogers' disappearance, which nearly made him explode with anger.

Coulson's fingers flew across the keyboard, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his face was extremely pale.

"Chief! The captain manually turned off his personal tracking signal ten minutes ago!"

"We reviewed street surveillance footage along his route and captured his image using facial recognition. His last known location was near the Fisker Building in Midtown Manhattan!"

"Damn it! That idiot!"

Fury slammed his fist on the table and cursed through gritted teeth.

"I knew he wouldn't listen! Immediately dispatch the nearest combat squad!"

"Deploy three Quinjet fighters! Stop him before he makes a move, at all costs!"

"yes!"

The camera pans back to the offices on the top floor of the Fisker Building.

After a long silence, Rogers slowly raised his head, all the struggle and hesitation in his eyes fading away, leaving only an unwavering determination.

He gently shook his head, his voice steady yet carrying a resolute determination.

"Lynn, now that I'm standing here, this confrontation is inevitable."

"If I can successfully take you down, I can avoid a full-scale war and save the lives of countless innocent people. Even if I die here today, it doesn't matter."

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The moment he finished speaking, Rogers swung his arm violently!

With a "buzzing" sound.

The vibranium shield sliced ​​through the air with a piercing whistling sound, hurtling straight toward Lynn behind the desk like a cannonball!

Frank, standing next to him, tensed up instantly, about to raise his gun to fire, but was stopped by a cold look from Lynn.

He didn't intend to let anyone interfere in this one-on-one duel.

Faced with this powerful blow, Lynn remained seated in his chair, not even getting up. He simply raised his arm and swung it fiercely at the incoming shield.

With a "bang".

A deafening clang of metal rang out, and instantly, countless cracks appeared on the glass in the office.

That indestructible vibranium shield was actually bounced back the way it came by Lynn's casual wave of his hand!

Rogers' eyes narrowed, but instead of panicking, he used the momentum of his forward charge to push off with his feet and leap onto the large desk.

Instead of catching the rebounding shield directly, he sidestepped and slid, precisely avoiding the shield's trajectory, while his body slid along the ground to the inside of the desk, and the shield landed steadily back in his hand.

The entire set of movements is fluid and seamless, without the slightest unnecessary pause. It is a set of practical combat skills honed through countless life-and-death battles on the battlefields of World War II. There are no fancy moves; every move is aimed at defeating the enemy.

The moment he caught the shield, he twisted his waist sharply, the shield whistling as it swept towards Lynn's side, while his other hand clenched into a fist and slammed it hard towards Lynn's throat.

Both the top and bottom lanes were blocked simultaneously, leaving Lynn no room to dodge.

He knew very well that Lynn's strength far exceeded his imagination. Only by engaging in close combat and using the ultimate fighting techniques to limit the opponent's power could he have a chance to suppress him.

Lynn looked at the impenetrable attack, but just snorted coldly, neither dodging nor avoiding it. He clenched his fist and met the sweeping shield head-on with a powerful punch!

The fist and the vibranium shield collided violently in mid-air!

A terrifying shockwave exploded instantly, blowing away the wine bottles and documents on the desk, and splitting the heavy ebony desk in a hideous crack from the middle!

Rogers felt an overwhelming force coming from the shield, his entire arm went numb instantly, and his hand split open, bleeding slightly.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the office door behind him with a deafening bang.

Using the force of the recoil, Lynn's body slammed straight into the floor-to-ceiling window behind him!

With a "whoosh".

The thick tempered glass shattered instantly upon impact, and countless shards of glass rained down onto the street hundreds of meters below.

Lynn's body shot out of the building and plummeted rapidly through the Manhattan skyline, but he showed no sign of panic.

With a swift backhand grab, he precisely gripped the metal frame of the building's exterior wall, twisted his waist sharply, and spun around a hundred meters in the air.

Using this force, it crashed through another floor-to-ceiling window on the side and rushed back into the building.

He landed steadily on the ground, wiped the little bit of wine that had splashed on the corner of his mouth, and looked at Rogers, who had just stood up while clutching his chest at the door, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet and sprinted towards the opponent.

"You said you could play all day, right?"

Lynn's voice echoed through the empty building, carrying undisguised fighting spirit and a hint of mocking sarcasm.

"Then you'd better—really be able to fight me all day!"

As he finished speaking, countless shards of glass fell from the sky and crashed onto the street, shattering the tranquility of the night.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who were waiting in the surveillance vehicle downstairs were startled and immediately poked their heads out to look at the office on the top floor that suddenly burst into blinding light and was filled with the sounds of fierce fighting.

A chorus of screams erupted.

"Oh no! Someone's attacking Lynn!"

"Quickly! Report to headquarters! They've started fighting!"

In the Manhattan night sky, three Quinjet fighter jets pierced through the clouds, hurtling toward the Fisk Building at top speed.

The combat team inside the aircraft was fully armed and ready to storm the building at any moment.

Meanwhile, in the top-floor office, Lynn's laughter, accompanied by the sound of his punches cutting through the air, rang out once more.

This showdown has only just begun.

"Let me see if you really are evenly matched with everyone!"

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