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Chapter 102 Captain America's Defenses Are Breached

the other side.

The anomaly on the top floor of the Fisker Tower was like a spark that instantly ignited the brief tranquility of New York's night.

Countless sharp shards of glass, like falling meteorites, crashed to the ground from a height of hundreds of meters, exploding with a series of crisp cracking sounds on the silent street.

In an instant, all the personnel who had been staking out the Fisk Building and monitoring Lynn for days shed their disguises.

They rushed out and stopped at the foot of the building, looking up at the faint sounds of fighting coming from above.

They didn't know what was happening inside the Fisk Tower, but the constantly falling glass and the entire wall fragments that had detached—all indicated that an earth-shattering battle was taking place on the top floor of the building.

The next second, a blinding light suddenly pierced the night.

New York Police Department patrol cars were the first to arrive, setting up the outermost cordon and evacuating the crowd who had rushed to the scene.

Military armored vehicles followed closely behind, their dark cannons aimed at the building entrance, and soldiers quickly deployed in tactical formations.

S.H.I.E.L.D. agents mingled in the crowd, reporting the situation to headquarters while keeping a close watch on every entrance and exit of the building, ready to act at any moment.

Meanwhile, countless vehicles sped in from every corner of New York, their roaring engines tearing apart the silence of the night.

The media, caught off guard, rushed forward like madmen. Cameramen carried their equipment, their lenses fixed on the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the building, where the fighting lights were flashing constantly, as if afraid of missing any explosive scene.

Meanwhile, at the eye of the storm, in an office on the top floor of the Fisk Tower.

The battle continues.

After the initial clashes and tests, Lynn had a clear understanding of Rogers' strength.

It must be said that Rogers truly deserves to be hailed as the most perfect super soldier in the Marvel Universe. The super soldier serum in his body is far more powerful than Killian's unstable Extremis virus.

Not only are the enhancements in strength, speed, and endurance extremely stable, but the underlying potential is also not to be underestimated.

It's important to understand that, according to Marvel's timeline, Rogers had only recently awakened from his frozen state. Putting aside the seventy-year information gap, the fact that he could quickly understand and accept the rules of modern society in just a few days is enough to demonstrate his strength.

Not to mention his incredible learning and adaptability.

Rogers' fighting style at this moment still retains many traces of World War II: tough, direct, and every move aimed at defeating the enemy.

And then they left.

But after only a few minutes of sparring with himself, he had already quietly adjusted his offensive rhythm and even begun to imitate and predict his own striking habits and weaknesses.

No wonder he has the legend of being able to go toe-to-toe with anyone.

Lynn knew perfectly well that Rogers' most abnormal thing was never the physical enhancement brought by the Super Soldier Serum, but his almost bug-like "idealistic attribute".

His true strength has no fixed upper limit, no quantifiable standard of judgment; it all depends on how much mental power he can unleash.

He could win World War II against Red Skull; he could withstand a punch from the Infinity Gauntlet against Thanos; as long as his inner belief remains unbroken, he can unleash power far exceeding his own limits.

The only way to completely defeat Captain America is to use overwhelming power to shatter his mental defenses and break his beliefs, thus neutralizing this terrifying psychological advantage.

Faced with Rogers like this, Lynn never intended to end the battle with a complete victory from the start.

After the first collision, he had already figured out Rogers' power limit.

Today is not a good day for killing.

The Avengers haven't assembled yet, and killing Rogers now would only alert them.

He didn't directly unleash the power within him, but rather released it little by little, like slowly boiling a frog, constantly compressing Rogers' living space, like a hunter teasing his prey.

I want to see if this Captain America can break through his limits under my relentless pressure and, relying on that belief etched into his bones, forcefully elevate his power to new heights.

Frank, standing beside him, maintained his gun-raising posture, his crimson eyes fixed on Rogers, his finger never leaving the trigger.

Even though Lynn had the upper hand throughout, he didn't relax for a moment. If Rogers made any move that threatened Lynn's life, he would pull the trigger without hesitation.

As Lynn's power continued to rise, the clash between the two became increasingly intense.

Using the recoil from the shield block, Rogers leaped back several meters, his feet leaving two deep dents in the ground. Before he could regain his footing, Lynn's figure had already pounced on him like a ghost.

The fist, imbued with a bloodthirsty rage and accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound, slammed straight toward Rogers' face.

Rogers reacted extremely quickly, instantly raising his shield to block in front of him. Another deafening clang of metal clashing rang out as he was sent sliding backward by the punch, his back slamming hard against a solid load-bearing wall, instantly causing the wall to crack with countless spiderweb-like fissures.

"cough----"

Rogers coughed, a faint trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. The hand gripping the shield had been completely split open, and blood was slowly dripping down his arm.

The intense pain did not deter him; instead, it strengthened the resolve in his eyes.

The power of the Super Soldier Serum surged wildly through his veins, and his power, which had already reached its limit, actually increased by a fraction.

He gripped his shield tightly, and even knowing the vast difference in strength between the two sides, he had no intention of backing down. As long as his belief remained unbroken, he would never fall.

But he didn't even have time to catch his breath before Lynn's next attack came right after him.

Lynn casually grabbed the heavy ebony boss's chair next to him, weighing over a hundred pounds. His arm muscles bulged suddenly, and he slammed the entire chair down on Rogers like a cannonball!

Rogers' eyes narrowed, and he dodged the flying chair. The solid wood chair slammed into the wall behind him, instantly exploding into a shower of wood chips.

The flying sawdust blinded him, and in that half-second, Lynn's figure had already closed in again.

Taking advantage of the moment he dodged, Lynn suddenly pushed off with his feet, his body lunging forward again. He grabbed the huge desk that had split in the middle with one hand, and lifted it up as if it were a piece of paper. His arm muscles tensed up suddenly, and he actually lifted the entire solid wood desk up and threw it hard at Rogers!

boom!

The desk slammed onto the ground with tremendous force, shattering instantly into pieces. Glass shards and wood chips mingled together, covering the entire office floor.

In just over ten minutes, this once luxurious and grand top-floor office was completely destroyed.

The floor-to-ceiling windows that covered the entire wall were all shattered, and the Manhattan night wind, carrying a chill, rushed into the room, causing papers scattered all over the floor to fly everywhere.

The walls were covered with jagged cracks, and the load-bearing columns were deformed from the impact.

The floor was littered with shattered furniture, glass, and wood chips, a scene several times more chaotic and devastating than when Lynn killed Kingpin.

Despite the intense fighting, Lynn remained standing, his clothes neat and his breathing perfectly normal, without a single injury.

It was as if the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place had nothing to do with him.

In contrast, Rogers was kneeling on the ground, supporting himself with his shield. His chest was heaving violently, the bloodstains at the corners of his mouth were becoming more and more obvious, his combat uniform was covered with scratches and dust, and he had multiple soft tissue contusions all over his body.

Although they were all minor, non-fatal injuries, it was enough to show that he had been completely suppressed by Lynn throughout the entire fight.

He could clearly feel his body adapting to Lynn's attack rhythm. With each collision, he could learn something from his opponent's moves, and his strength and speed were slowly increasing at an incredible pace.

Even so, the gap between him and Lynn remained an insurmountable chasm.

After another violent collision, the two men stepped back and faced each other across the mess on the ground.

Rogers, supporting himself with his shield, slowly straightened up, his hand holding the shield trembling slightly.

A profound sense of horror welled up within him.

Since the start of their fight, he has given it his all, pushing the power, speed, and reflexes granted by the Super Soldier Serum to their limits. He has even been constantly adjusting his fighting techniques, learning to anticipate Lynn's moves.

But he could clearly sense that the man in front of him had been holding back from the beginning and had not gone all out at all.

He was like a giant standing on a mountaintop, always with a mocking smile, watching himself struggling to climb at the foot of the mountain. No matter how hard he tried or how much he chased after him, he could never touch the hem of his clothes.

This realization was like a sharp knife, piercing deep into Rogers' heart.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and for the first time truly looked at the man in front of him again.

Whether it's absolute strength, explosive speed, combat reaction, fighting skills, or battlefield prediction, Lynn is superior to him in every dimension.

Even after just over ten minutes of fighting, he had figured out Lynn's attack patterns and even learned how to counter his attacks, but the situation remained unchanged.

From the initial 30/70 split to the current 40/60 split, he has tried his best but has only managed to narrow the gap slightly, yet he has never been able to break the balance of being completely suppressed.

This was unacceptable to Rogers.

He was given the opportunity to be injected with the super soldier serum after going through layers of hellish trials. He was Captain America who stood out from countless soldiers and was a hero with outstanding military achievements in World War II.

According to the information given to him by S.H.I.E.L.D., Lynn in front of him did not belong to any military force, nor had he received any formal combat training.

Where does this terrifying, overwhelming power within him come from?

Moreover, this power appears extremely stable, without any side effects. Apart from its ruthless and decisive actions and its ability to kill without blinking an eye, there is no sign of it going out of control.

Rogers was plunged into deep doubt and confusion.

Could it be that during these seventy years of being frozen, the technology and human enhancement techniques of the outside world have developed to this extent?

Has this once-celebrated Captain America completely faded into obscurity in this era?

This sense of being left behind by the times, and the feeling of being completely crushed, made this old relic, who had been frozen for seventy years, feel as if his heart was being tightly gripped by a hand, causing him extreme pain.

Frank, who had witnessed the entire battle from the sidelines, was now gripped by deep self-doubt, a strong sense of powerlessness engulfing him.

He looked at the disheveled Rogers, his grip on the gun tightening slightly.

Even though his opponent was completely suppressed by Lynn, he knew that he couldn't withstand a single punch from him.

This feeling of powerlessness was like a thorn stuck in his heart.

He discovered that the enemies who were now appearing and standing in front of Lynn were all more formidable than the last.

From Dario Agger to Killian of the Extremis virus, and now to Captain America Steve Rogers.

He asked himself honestly, and he realized that he was no match for any of them.

After his body was modified thanks to the "super soldier serum (fake)" given to him by Lynn.

Frank thought that in the days to come, he could use this power to fulfill his obsession as the Punisher and become Lynn's most reliable weapon.

But now he realized that his strength was simply not enough in front of truly top-tier experts.

He even knew his own limitations; even against Natasha and Barton, who also lacked superpowers, he only had a less than 7% chance of winning.

Not to mention Tony Stark and War Machine Rhodes in their Iron Man suits, once the enemy takes off, he won't even have a chance to get close, and he has absolutely no chance of winning.

Frank's brow furrowed deeply, and he gripped the gun even tighter.

Just then, Rogers' voice rang out again, breaking the deathly silence in the office.

He stared intently at Lynn, his voice hoarse but filled with undeniable heartache.

"Lynn, you possess such power; you should be using it to protect unarmed civilians, to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Instead, you've used it to vent your anger and commit slaughter!"

"Those soldiers who died by your axe were mostly young men who had just enlisted. They had parents, wives, and children. They were just following orders and had no other choice!"

"You killed them, destroyed countless families, is this the result you wanted?"

"Violence cannot resolve hatred; it will only breed more violence!"

"If you kill Ross today, tomorrow a second, a third Ross will come out to target you. This killing will never end!"

"Are you only seeing the immediate gratification? Just because you've been wronged, are you going to drag countless innocent people down with you?"

"Don't you feel even the slightest bit guilty?!"

As he finished speaking, Rogers' chest heaved violently, his eyes filled with heartache at Lynn's indifference to life.

But looking at Lynn, whose breathing was still steady and not even slightly disordered, he suddenly chuckled.

It must be said that at this point in time, Rogers had not yet experienced the subsequent Civil War and the Infinity War, and his edges had not yet been smoothed out by reality.

He had not fully awakened that terrifying idealistic power, and it was far from being something he needed to be wary of.

After all, he knew very well that it wouldn't be long before the overall combat power of this universe would experience a terrifying expansion.

Whether it's Rogers, whose idealism is completely maxed out, Tony Stark, who is cursed by knowledge, or Strange, who will become the Sorcerer Supreme in the future, they will all grow to an extremely terrifying level.

Of course, due to the Ancient One's authority, he has no immediate plans to take action against Kamar-Taj.

Lynn found Rogers' accusations utterly ridiculous.

Guilt?

Why should he feel guilty?

Lynn took a step forward, the smile on his face gradually fading, replaced by undisguised coldness and mockery.

"Correct answer."

"I acted impulsively in the heat of the moment, beheading Ross in public. That's my answer—"

Are you satisfied?

"Are you feeling really uncomfortable?"

"Do you think I'm beyond redemption?"

"But so what?"

Lynn chuckled, shrugged, and spoke with complete nonchalance.

"I'm just that kind of selfish person; I only think about myself in everything."

"I'm already unhappy, why should I care about other people's feelings and let those who provoke me have a good time?"

"You're saying violence will only breed more violence?"

"So what? As long as it's fun, that's all that matters!"

"I only care about myself in the moment, whether I've vented my emotions, whether I've satisfied my obsessions. Why should I care about the messes that follow?"

At this point, Lynn's gaze suddenly turned cold as he swept over Rogers, his tone carrying an undisguised ruthlessness.

"Just like tonight, if you weren't the only one launching a night raid on Fisk Tower, but instead brought your S.H.I.E.L.D. teammates and the military, then the outcome tonight would be—"

"It will only result in rivers of blood. No matter how many come, I will kill them all, leaving no one alive."

Lynn spoke fluently, his face always bearing a relaxed and casual smile, but hidden in that nonchalant tone was an extreme disregard for life and a complete contempt for the rules.

This attitude of treating human life as worthless completely enraged Rogers.

He never imagined that Lynn was such a thoroughly selfish person deep down.

This is completely contrary to the principles and beliefs he upheld throughout his life, with absolutely no overlap whatsoever.

What does he even value life?!

Rogers' eyes instantly turned red. He stared intently at Lynn, his muscles tensing, the veins on his hand gripping the shield bulging, and he let out an uncontrollable roar.

"That's enough!"

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, and a crack appeared in the ground. He charged towards Lynn like a cannonball!

He no longer wanted to engage in any more pointless arguments with Lynn. He wanted to make this indifferent devil pay the price he deserved in his own way!

Just as Rogers charged towards Lynn with his feet, Frank instantly raised his gun and aimed it at Rogers' chest, his finger gripping the trigger, his bloodshot eyes blazing with murderous intent.

Even if Lynn hadn't allowed him to get involved, he would never have let anyone hurt Lynn in the slightest.

But just as Rogers was about to rush in front of Lynn...

A strong gust of wind suddenly swept in through the broken French windows, instantly blowing up dust, pebbles, and papers that filled the office, making it impossible for anyone to open their eyes.

The next second, three blinding white beams of light suddenly struck down from mid-air, completely illuminating the dilapidated office.

Lynn and Rogers were also exposed to the bright light.

Three Quinjet fighters hovered a hundred meters above the office, their cockpit doors all open, their dark cannons pointed directly at the three people inside, all safety mechanisms engaged, ready to fire at any moment.

The hatches on both sides of the fighter jet opened, and special agents holding rifles were ready to rappel down.

At the same time, a deep, furious voice boomed from the fighter jet's loudspeaker, echoing throughout the entire top floor: "Enough!"

"Rogers, stop right now!"

Inside the blockade downstairs, military armored vehicles started moving instantly, and soldiers raised their guns in unison, aiming them at the building.

The media who had been gathered outside instantly erupted in a frenzy, their cameras clicking incessantly. Everyone knew that this late-night standoff was becoming increasingly unpredictable.

Is a major war about to break out, or will it end here?

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