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Chapter 105 Lynn: Steal a Plane, Test the Waters

the other side.

Unlike the atmosphere at Fisker Tower, which has turned from danger to safety.

Inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. meeting room, the atmosphere remained as oppressive as ever.

The cold white light shone on the long table, and Fury's eyes were filled with raging anger as he stared intently at Rogers sitting opposite him, his voice almost overflowing with fury.

"Rogers!"

"Tell me, why did you go to see Lynn without my permission!"

Are you satisfied with this result?

"Do you know why I've repeatedly told you to calm down? Because your lack of composure will drive Lynn to completely lose control! And who will bear the consequences then?"

"Who will solve this!"

Rogers sat in a chair, his combat uniform still covered in dust and blood from the fight. He lowered his eyes, his grip on the shield tightened slightly, but he showed no sign of backing down. He simply said in a deep voice.

"Everything I did was to stop Lynn and to prevent more casualties."

"Avoid casualties?"

Fury slammed his fist on the table and roared angrily.

"You call this avoiding casualties?"

"You launched a surprise night raid, not only failing to capture Lynn, but also allowing him to threaten to take down the entire city in front of all of New York! The Capitol is in an uproar!"

"The Security Council's communications are practically crashing my dedicated line!"

"We're now completely on the defensive!"

"Tell me, are we going to immediately wage all-out war against Lynn, or are we going to bow down and back down to those people in Congress?"

"Tony, Barton, Rhodes, Natasha—none of them are fully recovered from their injuries!"

"What do we have to do to deal with Lynn now?"

"Besides, who dares to bet whether Lynn's claim of massacring the city is true or false?"

"Can you afford to take this risk?"

The conference room was deathly silent, with only Fury's roar echoing in the air.

Just then, a mocking chuckle suddenly came from the other side of the long table.

Tony leaned back in his chair, still wearing the medical brace to secure his wound, slowly twirling a pen in his hand, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery as he looked at Rogers.

"What a reliable Captain America."

"He just finished a meeting this afternoon, and after we spent ages trying to persuade him, he turned around and caused an even bigger problem that very evening. He's a genius."

"So, we're all lying in the hospital not to recover, but to watch you play the hero and drag us all into the fire?"

"They haven't helped at all; instead, they've made the situation even worse. Impressive, truly impressive."

Rogers abruptly looked up at Tony, his brow furrowed.

"Everything I did was to stop Lynn from continuing his evil deeds!"

"Oh?"

Tony raised an eyebrow, his sharp tongue unchanged, even deliberately drawing out the last syllable, carrying a blatant mockery.

"You've used your methods to drag a situation that could have been stalled out into a dead end where war is inevitable. Is this your way of stopping things?"

"Captain, next time you want to be a hero, could you at least ask us if we're willing to die with you?"

"That's enough!"

Fury abruptly spoke, forcefully silencing the argument between the two, his eyes sweeping over Tony as he said in a deep voice.

"Tony, stop."

"The battle hasn't even started yet, and we're already fighting amongst ourselves. It'll only make Lynn laugh at us."

Tony shrugged, spread his hands, and said nothing more, but his eyes were still full of disdain as he looked at Rogers.

Fury took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and glanced at everyone in the conference room.

The holographic projection showed Barton, Rhodes, and Natasha lying in the hospital, along with Rogers and Tony in front of them. Finally, they slowly opened their mouths, their tone filled with unwavering resolve.

"The possibility of peace talks was completely lost the moment Lynn uttered that declaration of massacre."

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"This battle must be fought."

"And the final outcome must be Lynn's complete failure."

"From this moment forward, everyone prepare for all-out war."

Everyone in the conference room tensed up and turned to look at Fury.

Just then, Tony suddenly spoke, his tone less playful and more serious.

"etc."

"Although I also want to take down Lynn as soon as possible, there is one thing I must make clear. Based on my analysis of his behavior, his statement about massacring the city was just a pretext to put pressure on us. He will not actually harm the civilians."

"From the time he appeared until now, everyone he has killed has been someone who had provoked him; he has never attacked any civilians indiscriminately."

"Even during the heated hearing, he deliberately avoided the onlookers."

But how could Fury not have thought of this?

But he slowly shook his head, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and in the end, only a deep resolve remained.

"I know."

But that doesn't matter anymore.

"Since he dared to say those words, even if they are false, I cannot allow him to continue using the people of New York as bargaining chips and to provoke them recklessly."

"I've made up my mind."

After he finished speaking, the conference room fell silent once again.

At this moment, Rogers finally spoke again, his voice steady and firm, without the slightest wavering.

"Lynn's idea is extremely dangerous in itself."

"Given his past actions, the only way to minimize the possibility of him massacring civilians is to eliminate him completely."

In response to Rogers, Fury gave a deep nod.

And then there was Tony's silent sneer.

But everyone's expression was deeply solemn.

The next day.

As the New York sunrise spilled over the Manhattan skyscrapers, the deafening roar of motorcycle engines filled the parking garage of the Fisker Building.

Lynn showed no sign of procrastination.

Now that they have their trump card for survival and the Arcane Scroll has unlocked the Warp Transmission ability, they have all the necessary preparations.

There's no need for him to stay cooped up in the building any longer. It's time to add some excitement to this peaceful New York and liven things up a bit.

The.

He made no attempt to conceal his whereabouts. Dressed in a black leather jacket, he rode "Lord Mundo's" motorcycle with Frank on his back, brazenly taking to the streets of New York.

The roar of engines shattered the tranquility of the early morning and constantly challenged the already fragile nerves of the entire United States.

Lynn rode his motorcycle alongside Frank, recklessly speeding down Manhattan's main thoroughfares, completely ignoring speed limit signs.

The police cars following behind, sirens blaring, only dared to linger at a distance; not a single officer dared to approach and intercept them, or even force them to stop.

Nobody wants to become the second Ross, and nobody wants to face this monster who can withstand a vibranium shield with his bare hands.

Pedestrians on the roadside turned their heads to look. Some people hurriedly hid to the side, while others frantically took pictures with their mobile phones, shouting Lynn's name.

On this day, Lynn took his high-profile provocations to the extreme.

He rode his motorcycle recklessly down the main road, and the police cars behind him, with sirens blaring, dared only to follow behind, not daring to force him to stop.

He then barged into a police station in downtown New York City, strolled around the office area, and, seeing the police officers holding guns but not daring to pull the trigger, waved at the surveillance camera with a smile, turned around and left. No one dared to stop him.

Finally, he stood directly under the giant GG sign in Times Square and made a blatantly provocative gesture towards the cameras broadcast live across the United States.

The footage instantly spread across social media platforms across the United States, with hashtags such as #LynnSpottedOnNewYorkStreet# and #LynnEntersPoliceStationNoOneDareToStop#.

The hashtag #NewYorkFuneralDeclaration# has gone viral, and its popularity has remained high from morning till night.

Along the way, Lynn also discovered something interesting.

Even though he had just made the outrageous statement the day before that he would "bury the whole of New York," there were still many fervent "die-hard fans" on the streets.

The moment they saw him, they went wild, shouting his name. Some even held up signs that read "Lynn is innocent" and ran after him on his motorcycle for half a block.

Clearly, his public execution of the corrupt General Ross and his tearing apart of the judicial system that framed him have already made many people at the bottom of society, who are oppressed by capital and power, regard him as a hero who breaks the rules.

His prestige did not plummet because of those harsh words; on the contrary, it soared.

What made Lynn frown was—

For an entire day, no matter how much he provoked and how much he humiliated the authorities, he received no positive or strong response.

Apart from the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who followed them at a distance, hiding in the crowd and vehicles to monitor them, no one dared to step forward to stop them.

The New York Police Department only dared to follow and not take action, and although the military's armored vehicles surrounded the perimeter of Hell's Kitchen, they did not receive any orders to attack.

The social media in Congress was in an uproar, with hawkish lawmakers clamoring for the deployment of troops to suppress the unrest, but no concrete executive orders were issued.

Even S.H.I.E.L.D. and Fury, who are usually the quickest to react, seemed to have completely disappeared, without the slightest public communication.

An action of forcefully obstructing.

This deathly silence, like an invisible net, quietly enveloped the entire city of New York.

This is definitely not a good sign.

In the evening, Lynn returned to the top floor of the Fisk Tower, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the S.H.I.E.L.D. surveillance vehicles that were still openly stationed below. His brows furrowed more and more.

He knows Fury too well.

This old fox has never been one to back down. The fact that he's managed to suppress all retaliatory actions, even the requests for war from Congress and the military, suggests only one possibility—

He has a trump card that can completely turn the tide, and he is waiting for it to be fully in place.

Even without S.H.I.E.L.D.'s eyes, he could guess pretty accurately.

Fury has most likely activated that old pager and sent a summoning signal to Captain Marvel deep in space.

He had already gone this far in his provocation, yet the other party still showed no reaction, which could only mean one thing—

Fury didn't care about his petty antics at all; he was brewing a fatal blow, and all his forbearance was waiting for the moment Captain Marvel arrived on Earth.

Once that ultimate trump card is in place, it will be time for them to go all out.

Mind this.

Lynn tapped lightly on the glass of the French windows with her fingertips, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

We can't wait any longer.

The longer it drags on, the worse it will be for him.

The next morning, Lynn did not repeat the street provocation from the previous day.

If Fury is determined to stall for time until Captain Marvel arrives, then even if he turns New York upside down, the other side will simply ignore it.

He stood in his office, looking down at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who didn't even bother with disguises, then turned to Frank beside him and spoke in a deep voice.

"Frank, I have a task for you."

Frank immediately stepped forward, gripped the shotgun tightly, and looked serious.

Finally—something to do!

"you say."

"When I went to Hell's Kitchen before, I remember there was a docking area there, which was their low-altitude resupply point in New York. There were three Quinjet fighters parked there, and the security wasn't too tight."

"Avoid everyone's sight, sneak in, and see if you can steal a plane. While you're at it, plant a few miniature listening devices there."

Frank was slightly taken aback, but then he understood Lynn's double intention.

This is a test.

Let's see how S.H.I.E.L.D. reacts.

More importantly—this is also his opportunity.

The last time he faced Rogers, he could only stand by with his gun raised, not even having the right to intervene. That feeling of powerlessness still lingers in his heart.

This infiltration mission was the most direct thing he could do for Lynn, and it was also his chance to prove his worth.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it cleanly, leaving no trace and without alerting them."

Frank nodded emphatically, without hesitating because he was heading to S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Don't push yourself. If you sense anything is wrong, retreat immediately. Safety first."

Lynn patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and seeing Frank like this, he felt a little helpless.

There are no items to improve his strength recently, so even if he wanted to help Frank, he was powerless to do so.

He then added.

"I'll continue to loiter outside, drawing the attention of all the watchers and providing cover for you."

"You decide for yourself which direction to sneak into Hell's Kitchen from. Their attention is all on me; they won't pay special attention to you."

"clear."

Frank didn't waste any words and turned to prepare the equipment for the operation, doing every step with utmost care.

A few minutes later, he quietly left the Fisk Building through the underground passage, disappearing completely from everyone's sight as if blending into the vast crowd.

Lynn changed into casual clothes and walked out of the Fisk Building alone, heading towards the open-air café where she had met Rogers last time.

The coffee shop was doing brisk business in the morning, with sunlight streaming in through the glass curtain wall and the place packed with customers.

To Lynn's surprise, since the last time he met Rogers here and their confrontation was broadcast live by the media, the coffee shop's business has not only not gotten worse, but has become several times more popular than before.

Many guests came specifically to sit in the outdoor spot he had sat in last time, and some even took photos of the empty seats while discussing his confrontation with Rogers.

"That's really true—"

Lynn shook his head helplessly at the scene, smiled, and stepped inside.

The moment his figure appeared at the entrance of the coffee shop, the once noisy coffee shop instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The sound of coffee cups clattering on the table abruptly stopped, the conversation vanished instantly, and everyone's eyes fell on him with a mixture of fear, curiosity, and fervor, but no one had the courage to step forward and stop him.

After a few seconds of deathly silence, the crowd instantly stirred. The guests who had been surrounding the outdoor seating area instinctively stepped back, making way for Lynn in an instant, and the tables around that spot were also cleared out.

Some people hurriedly gathered their belongings from the table, hid in a corner of the coffee shop, and secretly took photos with their phones.

Someone mustered up their courage and whispered, "Lynn is innocent," but was immediately pulled back by the person next to them.

The barista at the counter trembled, spilling milk all over the counter, and didn't even dare to breathe.

Lynn didn't mind, walked straight to the familiar outdoor spot and sat down, smiled at the waiter who was standing there in a daze, and ordered a black coffee, exactly the same as last time.

The waiter hurriedly agreed and practically ran into the bar, afraid that if he was even a step too slow, he would anger this legendary ruthless killer.

Lynn leaned back in his chair, watching the crowds coming and going on the street, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents hiding across the street who suddenly tensed up, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Fury's men, as expected, all their attention was on him.

There shouldn't be any problems with Frank.

The coffee was served quickly, steaming hot. Lynn picked up his coffee, took a small sip, and just as he put the cup down, he saw a figure walk straight to the seat opposite him, pull out a chair, and sit down.

The person who arrived was wearing a black casual jacket and sunglasses. There were medical bandages on his chin and forehead, and even through the sunglasses, you could see the fatigue in his eyes.

Even though the other party tried to hide it, Lynn recognized him at a glance.

Tony Stark.

Lynn raised an eyebrow, smiled, picked up the coffee pot on the table, poured a warm cup of coffee into the empty glass opposite him, and pushed it in front of Tony, her tone as relaxed as if she were meeting an old friend she hadn't seen for many years.

"What's wrong? Have you been lying around at S.H.I.E.L.D. for too long?"

"Want to come out and relax?"

Tony didn't speak immediately, but instead took off his sunglasses, revealing his bloodshot eyes.

He stared into Lynn's eyes for several seconds before letting out a heavy sigh, picking up his coffee, and taking a sip.

A bitter taste spread through his mouth, just like his mood at that moment.

"I really didn't expect things to turn out this way, everything is so terrible—"

Tony's voice was soft, devoid of its usual sharp tongue and sarcasm, replaced only by deep helplessness.

"To be honest, Lynn, from the first time I faced you at the hearing, I felt that you and I were the same kind of people."

I really want to be your friend.

"In my opinion, your appearance will bring about a different kind of change to this world."

"Whether it's your fighting style or the technology and knowledge you possess that far surpass this era, if we could cooperate—"

"I believe that with my intellect and the strength of Stark Industries, we can definitely bring a revolutionary future to existing technology."

However, Lynn just smiled helplessly upon hearing this.

He was well aware of Tony's thoughts.

This genius, cursed by knowledge, forever harbors an extreme curiosity and longing for unknown technologies and unknown powers.

But he was just too mysterious, shrouding even someone like Tony in a veil. In reality, all he could offer were stories.

However, whether this story is told or not, the ending won't change anything, because before that—

The problems will definitely surface prematurely because of him.

Lynn leaned back in his chair, shrugged, and spoke with a hint of nonchalance.

"Tony, it's not that I don't want to."

"Given my personality, conflict was bound to happen sooner or later."

"What I want most in this life is unrestrained freedom. I don't want to be bound by any rules or frameworks."

"This idea itself contradicts everything you are protecting, and will inevitably lead to conflict."

As he said this, he smiled, raised his hand, pointed to the sky, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Besides—how could those people in Washington tolerate someone like me?"

"Aren't they afraid that someone like me could completely overthrow their rule and regime, and usurp their power?"

After speaking, Tony fell silent again.

He knew that Lynn was telling the truth.

This is an unsolvable deadlock.

Lynn's desire for absolute freedom and the US government's desire for absolute control are fundamentally opposed, and there is no possibility of reconciliation.

But it was precisely this unsolvable helplessness that made Tony even more uneasy.

Looking at the composed Lynn across from him, his premonition grew stronger.

The ultimate outcome of this war will most likely be a lose-lose situation, or even worse, they will lose.

He knew all too well the nature of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military; they were riddled with internal factions that hindered each other, and even with Fury mediating, it was difficult to maintain unity from top to bottom.

Moreover, Lynn possesses too many strange abilities that they cannot fathom. From the hearing until now, no one knows exactly where the upper limit of his strength lies.

More importantly, Lynn was all alone from beginning to end. Even if he failed in the end, what could he possibly lose?

At worst, they'll die, or they can use their strange abilities to completely disappear from everyone's sight.

By then—who will be able to find it?

But they are different.

What they want to protect is the whole of New York, the whole of America, and countless ordinary people around the world.

They can't afford to lose, and they can't afford to make mistakes.

Thinking of this, Tony sighed softly, opened his mouth, and was just about to say something.

Just then, the satellite phone in Lynn's pocket suddenly vibrated, and the screen displayed an encrypted anonymous number.

Lynn picked up the phone, smiled at Tony, pressed the answer button in front of him, and listened to a few words.

On the other end of the phone, Frank's voice was hushed.

The report indicated that everything went smoothly. The atmosphere inside S.H.I.E.L.D. was oppressive; everyone's face was grave, and there weren't many people in the docking area. The plane was successfully intercepted.

A few seconds later, Lynn chuckled softly.

With S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agents either dead or wounded, who would have thought that someone would sneak into Hell's Kitchen at this moment? Especially a Level 10 agent, Frank.

It's not surprising that they succeeded.

He then gave a curt response over the phone.

"Okay, I understand."

"Then go back and wait for me."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and casually stuffed it back into his pocket.

Lynn picked up the coffee on the table, drank the rest of the cold coffee in one gulp, and then stood up.

Looking down at Tony across from him, the smile on his face gradually faded, leaving only seriousness.

"Tony, here's a suggestion."

"I killed Ross because he framed me and used innocent people for human experiments; I targeted S.H.I.E.L.D. because they repeatedly pointed guns at me, trying to put me in a cage."

"But there is no personal grudge between us at the moment."

"Of course—it's just that I don't like Luo Dechun."

"If possible—you'd better not show up during the final battle, because the number of people who will die then—will not be just one or two."

"But my axe has no feelings; it won't stop for anyone, it will just fall."

After speaking, Lynn didn't look at Tony's reaction again, turned around and left, her figure quickly disappearing around the street corner.

Tony was left sitting alone, staring at the now-cold coffee in front of him, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and he remained motionless for a long time.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents across the street panicked the moment they saw the direction Lynn had left in. They hurriedly grabbed their communicators to report to headquarters while starting their car and giving chase.

But what came through the communicator wasn't a panicked order from a superior, but rather Coulson's calm, almost icy voice.

"Do not act rashly. Just track him remotely to confirm his location. Never have a direct confrontation with him. Repeat, never have a direct confrontation."

The agent hesitated for a moment, then could only obey, hanging far behind Lynn, not daring to get close.