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Chapter 103: Threats for a 'Nuclear Bomb'?

The battle, which was originally initiated by Rogers, was abruptly ended by Fury's sudden arrival.

Three Quinjet fighters slowly descended, with the foremost one almost touching the outside of the shattered French window.

A fierce wind, hundreds of meters above the ground, whipped up the roar of fighter jet engines and poured into the office, while the airborne guns on both sides of the fuselage were all pointed at the messy office.

It seemed that if the three people present made any further moves, they would be met with a barrage of artillery fire.

In Fury's eyes, the fragile peace that should have been maintained before the "final battle" had been torn open by Rogers's unauthorized actions.

He dared not gamble, gamble that Lynn might go completely mad and become reckless because of this sudden encounter.

He would never forget the final moments of that hearing battle, when Lynn whispered a deadly threat in his ear, a threat only the two of them could hear: "I know who's behind you—but believe me, before she gets to Earth, I can wipe out everything you can see right now?"

From the moment Lynn uttered those words, they were like a poisonous thorn, constantly piercing Fury's mind and echoing repeatedly.

Therefore, he didn't dare to gamble at all.

He dared not gamble with the entire city of New York, with S.H.I.E.L.D., with everything he protected, whether his current power was enough to subdue Lynn, this unfathomable monster.

Everything still needs time.

Tony had only recently regained consciousness and his body had not yet returned to its peak condition; Barton and Rhodey, although out of their comas, had not regained their mobility at all.

Even Natasha is still lying in the hospital's intensive care unit, unconscious.

There are very few fighters who can directly confront Lynn, and he simply cannot afford to prolong this war that has broken out prematurely.

Therefore, Fury will not allow Rogers to continue to worsen the situation.

Even if you include the special agents present and the troops blocking the streets downstairs, they couldn't possibly restrain Lynn.

If a fight really breaks out, the end result will only be bloodshed, repeating the tragedy of the hearing day, and letting these people die in vain at Lynn's hands.

But in Rogers' eyes, it was a completely different story.

He understood Fury's concerns and his reluctance to start a war rashly, but he couldn't suppress the surging anger within him.

Especially after fully understanding Lynn's thoughts, the anger at being treated with disregard for rules and trampled on in life almost overwhelmed his reason.

He knew better than anyone that Lynn was deliberately provoking him.

They openly and honestly confront the provocations against the entire United States and the entire rule system, without flinching or avoiding them, trampling on everything they uphold.

For Rogers, who survived the carnage of World War II and was instilled with the belief of defending his country and protecting civilians throughout his life, this was nothing short of a reversal of the spiritual beliefs he had upheld for his entire life.

But that ten-minute exchange just now was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.

He had to admit that he was no match for Lynn at all.

A strong sense of powerlessness instantly swept over his entire body.

But it was precisely this sense of powerlessness that stirred up the stubbornness in his bones.

He was not an emotionless robot; it was precisely because of his impulsiveness that the conflict escalated, and the country he believed in and the rules he upheld were repeatedly smeared and trampled upon by Lynn.

How could he just turn around and leave like that?

If he had been there when that big battle at the hearing took place, he probably wouldn't have stood idly by.

Even if Ross was at fault, he would never allow anyone to publicly behead an American general in front of a nationally televised broadcast.

"Why—judging from this, I look like a heinous villain?"

Lynn's voice suddenly broke the silence.

He shrugged, glanced with amusement at the Quinjet fighters standing guard outside the window, then looked at Rogers, whose face was ashen and body tense, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

He'd been playing with Rogers for so long, just waiting for Fury to bring his men over.

But judging from Rogers' current appearance, it seems he has no intention of stopping at all.

"What? Captain, you still want to keep fighting?"

Lynn raised his chin, his tone even more mocking.

"But—it seems like someone doesn't want you to continue fighting?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at the Quinjet outside the window, his gaze landing precisely on the hatch of the foremost fighter, as if he could see Fury, whose face was ashen, directly through the glass.

He understood Fury's desire to stop the fight.

After all, if this group of people were truly determined to attack him, it would be no different from sending them to their deaths.

Although Lynn couldn't quite remember the specific threats he had made to Fury, such harsh words were nothing more than casual remarks to him, and promises he could keep at any time.

Therefore, although Lynn was slightly surprised by Fury's current forbearance, he could understand the key reason behind it.

It's simply that our strength doesn't allow it, the timing isn't right, and it's not time for the final battle yet.

Even with Banner added to the mix, he wasn't afraid at all, even though not everyone was present.

After all, he has Noxus's Bloodrage, so even if Hulk is incredibly resilient and has amazing regeneration abilities, there's always a limit to how much he can withstand. He's not truly invincible.

As for Rogers' increased strength, it was entirely within his acceptable range.

Although it was clear that this guy was like an unkillable ant, climbing up little by little during the fight, his strength increasing at a visible rate.

But it's not yet the state of being able to go toe-to-toe with Thanos in the later part of the timeline, far from the point where he needs to be wary.

Lynn was also puzzled as to what he had said that had touched a nerve with this old man.

Mind this.

Lynn sighed helplessly, his playful expression fading.

He wasn't afraid of the barrage from the three Quinjet fighters; with his reflexes and physical strength, he could withstand it without much trouble.

Rogers, with his vibranium shield, will most likely be able to dodge it.

But he couldn't ignore Frank's situation; Frank might not be able to dodge those large-caliber machine guns.

"Sigh—you should go back."

Lynn looked at Rogers and spoke in a calm tone.

"Don't come and disturb my leisure time anymore. In the end, you'll only be the one who suffers."

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"Right now, I'm still willing to wait for you to give me an explanation—whether it's a compromise or war."

"Don't come here to die until you have a concrete result."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid that one day I'll get impatient and they'll come looking for me every day like a fly buzzing in my ear—I might just get so angry that I'll slaughter the whole of New York."

"It was all your initiative to provoke us, to take action, and to come to our door. And the consequences—are not what you wanted to see, nor are they what you can bear."

Speaking of which...

Lynn glanced at the Quinjet outside the window, his gaze turning cold, filled with utter indifference.

"And my patience also has its limits."

The moment the words were spoken, the entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

Only the roar of the Quinjet engines echoed through the night sky.

All eyes turned in astonishment to Lynn, who had so casually uttered those words.

Especially when they heard the phrase "slaughtered—the whole of New York," everyone gasped in horror.

These shocking words, which should have shaken the entire United States, were spoken by Lynn as casually as asking to eat when hungry or drink when thirsty.

Without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest reservation.

Does he really have no reverence for life at all?

It should be noted that, due to their repeated concessions, thousands of people have already died at Lynn's hands.

Even if the first half of the killings consisted of heinous gangsters and corrupt officials, a third of them were just ordinary soldiers following orders.

Now—he actually says he wouldn't mind having the whole of New York buried with him?

They should also tell them not to provoke him any further?

Inside the Quinjet at the very front, Fury's face visibly turned ashen, veins throbbing on his forehead, and he finally couldn't help but burst into a tirade of curses.

"Damn it! Fuck you!"

This is what he has been desperately resisting.

Given Lynn's style of doing things, would that be a joke?

Not at all like it!

Looking back at the actions of this "murderous demon" from his appearance to the present, he seems to have a bottom line, only killing those who provoke him, but in reality, he has no bottom line at all.

The fact that he could say such a thing means that he had indeed considered it in his heart.

After all, if the final outcome escalates into a nationwide condemnation and trial of Lynn, from Lynn's perspective—

He did nothing wrong from beginning to end. Everyone who "attacked" him, whether through physical attacks or public judgment, was hostile towards him.

Will Lynn let them go by then?

Thinking of this, even Fury, who had seen countless storms and crawled out of hell, couldn't help but swallow hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Rogers, who caused this situation, cannot say that the other party did something wrong.

From Rogers' perspective, there was nothing wrong with his actions and his commitment.

All I can say is that this "old-fashioned" person has been frozen for too long, his brain has been damaged, and he simply doesn't understand the current game, nor does he understand how terrifying Lynn is as a variable.

Fortunately, Lynn's words essentially set a bottom line for them, giving them one last chance to calmly discuss countermeasures.

However, just as Fury was thinking this, the situation in the office changed dramatically once again.

Rogers, who was near the office door, reacted very differently from Fury.

He was mentally prepared for Lynn's rebuttals and provocative remarks, and had even thought of his rebuttals.

But his final, insane statement, "Let all of New York be buried with me," was something he never expected.

He never imagined that the man in front of him had become so depraved.

This can no longer be described as a "demon"; this is a complete madman.

It can be said that in Rogers' decades of life, he encountered all sorts of villains, from vicious Nazis to ambitious schemers.

But no one has ever dared to threaten the lives of millions of civilians in New York!

These words instantly stirred up a storm in his heart.

He absolutely could not allow such a madman to turn his sword against innocent civilians in New York.

Even if he was no match for him, even if it cost him his life, he had to nip this threat in the bud.

Immediately, under everyone's gaze, Rogers slowly lowered his head and fell into a long silence.

His mind was racing. The office was small, and if they were to engage in a full-scale battle, it would inevitably affect the personnel blocking the area downstairs, and could even lead to misjudgment and firing by fighter jets, causing innocent casualties.

The only way is to lure Lynn to a high place outdoors, where there are no civilians and no scruples, so that he can attack without holding back.

Time passed by, and the night wind rustled the papers scattered on the ground.

Just when everyone thought that today's tense standoff would come to an end—

A sudden change has occurred!

Rogers, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly loosened the loose straps on his arm and gripped the vibranium shield firmly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

next second.

Rogers' body moved!

This subtle movement was instantly noticed not only by Lynn, but also by Frank, who had been keeping a close watch on Rogers with a gun at the side, and Fury, who was staring intently at the screen inside the fighter jet.

"Bang! Bang!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Frank pulled the trigger instantly. Two shotgun shells, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, flew towards Rogers' feet, attempting to stop his movement.

"stop!"

"Rogers! Stop right now!"

Fury's roar also exploded from the fighter jet's loudspeakers, filled with boundless rage.

But it was all too late.

Rogers stomped his feet and used the ground as cover to sidestep the bullets, while simultaneously swinging his arm hard!

With a "whoosh" sound!

The vibranium shield sliced ​​through the air with even greater force than before, shooting straight toward Lynn's face like a cannonball!

At the same time, Rogers followed closely behind, his feet pushing off the ground with a powerful leap, charging towards Lynn like a cheetah, his eyes bloodshot and his entire being radiating an aura of desperate determination.

Lynn looked at the shield hurtling towards him, a cold glint in his eyes. Instead of panicking, he sneered.

really.

This Captain America never listens obediently.

Without dodging or evading, the crimson aura on his arm surged instantly. He clenched his fist and slammed it out to meet the flying vibranium shield!

boom!

The deafening clang of metal against metal sent shockwaves sweeping through the entire office, sending shards of glass and wood flying everywhere.

That indestructible vibranium shield was actually smashed upwards by Lynn's punch, grazing the office ceiling and flying back towards the Quinjet outside the window!

The instant the shield rebounded, Rogers had already rushed in front of Lynn, his clenched fist carrying the full power of a super soldier, and slammed it hard into Lynn's chest.

He knew very well that this was his only chance to get Lynn outside.

Frank, who was standing next to him, instantly turned red with rage and raised his gun to shoot Rogers in the back, but was stopped by a cold look from Lynn.

He could only grip the gun tightly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Rogers' every move, his finger always on the trigger, ready to pull it immediately if the other man made any further threatening move against Lynn.

Lynn looked at the incoming fist, simply sidestepped, and easily avoided the powerful punch. At the same time, he pressed his elbow down and slammed it hard into Rogers' back.

"puff!"

Rogers groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and staggered forward a few steps uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth and, instead of retreating, used the momentum to push off again, charging towards the broken French window.

He had originally intended to use the clash of punches to lure Lynn outside, but the power of the elbow strike far exceeded his expectations, completely disrupting his plans.

At that moment, the rebounding vibranium shield flew right to the position of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Rogers leaped into the air and caught the shield precisely in mid-air. He could only use the recoil from Lynn's punch to leap toward the Quinjet that was right in front of him!

Lynn watched his figure leap out of the window, but didn't chase after him. She simply raised an eyebrow and casually dusted herself off.

Rogers' body arced through the air before landing steadily in the Quinjet's open hatch, staggering back two steps before regaining his balance.

He turned around and, less than ten meters away, stared intently at Lynn in the office, letting out a roar that carried clearly throughout the entire floor through the fighter jet's loudspeaker.

"Lynn, I will definitely stop you!"

"Just because you can't do it today doesn't mean you can't do it tomorrow, or that you can't do it in the future. You will definitely fail!"

Inside the fighter jet, Fury looked at Rogers, who was covered in wounds and had blood on his lips, and trembled with rage, but he managed to suppress his anger.

He rushed to the cabin door and gave orders to the agents outside.

"Everyone! No firing!"

"Put all your guns down!"

He knew all too well that once a single bullet was fired, Lynn's rage would be completely ignited, and the situation would spiral out of control.

After reprimanding the agent, Fury turned to Rogers, his eyes filled with exasperated anger, and roared in a low voice.

"Rogers! What the hell are you doing?!"

"I told you to stop! Don't you understand?!"

"Let's get back to S.H.I.E.L.D. base first! Now is not the right time to take action!"

"We need more time!"

Hearing the reprimand, Rogers tightened his grip on the shield, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing and silently retreated to the depths of the cabin.

Fury took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger in his heart, and walked back to the cabin door, his gaze fixed on Lynn in the office.

The night wind ruffled his black trench coat, and his voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an undeniable warning.

"Lynn, you have your principles, and I have my bottom line. There are some rules you'd better not break!"

"There are some red lines that absolutely cannot be crossed. You'd better think this through."

He remained silent for a long time, the coldness in his eyes growing stronger.

Clearly, Lynn's words touched a nerve with Fury, something he couldn't tolerate.

"Don't push me to use those ultimate methods that even I'm reluctant to resort to. Lynn, there's never been just one person in this world who could subdue you."

"Everything is proceeding as it is in the current situation. The entire nation is on edge right now. If you really want to try and push things, I can tell you with absolute certainty—"

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"You'll be the last one to die."

After saying this, Fury didn't look at Lynn's reaction anymore and turned to walk into the cabin.

The hatch slowly closed, and the three Quinjet fighters turned around, their engines roaring as they climbed to altitude, heading towards the S.H.I.E.L.D. SkyCarrier, gradually disappearing into the Manhattan night.

Meanwhile, inside a Quinjet fighter jet flying at high speed in the night sky.

The cabin was deathly silent. Rogers leaned back in the corner seat, his eyes closed as he tended to his wounds, saying nothing.

The other agents all kept their heads down, not daring to utter a sound, for fear of angering Fury, who was already in a rage.

Fury stood alone in the cockpit isolation compartment, his back to everyone, watching the New York night view rushing past the window.

Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he was expressionless, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the bulkhead, his mind replaying Lynn's crazy words, "Let all of New York go down with me," and Rogers's reckless actions time and time again.

He knew very well that the situation had reached a precipice.

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Lynn is a variable that has completely exceeded his control, and with his current strength, he has no chance of subduing him.

The consequences of a full-scale war would be unimaginable.

After a long silence, Fury slowly raised his hand and pulled out an old, outdated pager from the inside pocket of his trench coat.

He held the pager between his fingers, fiddling with it repeatedly. The device reflected a faint glow in the dim cabin lights.

The pager screen was completely black, except for a pre-set number hidden deep inside the device.

Fury repeatedly rubbed his thumb against the call button on the side of the pager, his fingertip hovering over it, wanting to press it several times, but ultimately pulling it back.

A flicker of hesitation crossed his single eye, but it was quickly replaced by resolute determination.

He stared at the pager in his hand, lost in thought, and remained motionless for a long time.

On the other side, the office was already a mess.

The troops and police who had gathered downstairs scattered like birds and beasts as Fury left.

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Meanwhile, a system notification appeared in Lynn's mind.

The third round of enhanced runes is now available!

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