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Chapter 117 The Death of Barton, Natasha's End!

When the casual "Long time no see" reached everyone's ears, the air on the entire battlefield seemed to freeze instantly.

Patton felt as if the whole world had suddenly fallen into absolute silence. The comrades rushing frantically behind Lynn, the deafening roar of gunfire, and the dust and debris filling the sky were all muted at that moment.

His vision was fixed on the blood-soaked man before him, whose polite yet chilling smile was like an ice pick that pierced his heart.

He never expected Lynn to suddenly appear in front of him.

After Rhodes' tragic death, he had considered the possibility of dying in the battle, but he never imagined that death would come so quickly and so unexpectedly.

His hand on the bowstring gradually lost its strength, his once-proud, steady fingertips trembled slightly, his mind went blank, and his consciousness seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss.

In my blank mind—

His life flashed by like a revolving lantern.

He was born in the small town of Waverley, Iowa. His childhood was filled with hardship. He learned swordsmanship from swordsmen in a circus and became an expert archer with a master archer, never missing a shot.

He was once young and impetuous, briefly playing the villain in the eyes of others, before being recruited by Fury and joining S.H.I.E.L.D., becoming one of the original members of the Avengers.

He is a world-class archer, capable of using hundreds of specially made arrows for smoke, EMP, tranquilizer, and explosive purposes. His hand-to-hand combat and tactical command abilities are unparalleled in S.H.I.E.L.D. He has spent his entire life walking on the edge of a knife, witnessing countless life-and-death situations and overcoming numerous perilous circumstances.

His life was filled with ups and downs, youthful arrogance, and also moments of glory and triumph.

But this is the kind of life I've lived—

It seems that today, on this Pennsylvania Avenue soaked in blood, the story is about to come to an end.

The past scenes flashed by one by one, finally settling on Lynn's figure.

In front of this man, his archery skills, which he had always been proud of, became meaningless. His arrows, which never missed a shot, couldn't even touch the hem of the other man's clothes, and he couldn't even put up a decent fight back.

In their first encounter, Lynn broke his bow, which he had used for half his life, with his bare hands. His "partner," which had accompanied him through countless life-and-death situations, was as fragile as a withered branch in front of his opponent.

This long memory, in reality, has only lasted a second.

As the world's mute button was released, deafening shouts instantly flooded his ears.

He turned his head slightly to look behind Lynn.

His comrades charged toward his position like madmen. Tony's armor erupted with the flames of its thrusters at maximum power. Rogers charged forward with his shield raised. Hulk roared deafeningly, and shouts of "Barton" pierced the deathly silence of the battlefield.

Patton looked at them, smiled with relief, and looked away.

"Barton!!"

"Quickly! Jarvis, have all the surrounding armors charge down immediately! Max out power! Rescue them!"

"Hulk! Stop him!"

"Bronsky! If you can save Patton, I'll personally negotiate with those bastards at the Pentagon afterwards and get you a pardon for all your crimes!"

"Lynn! Stop!"

"You've already killed Rhodes! And countless soldiers! Haven't you killed enough? Are you going to keep killing like this forever?!"

Countless roars, commands, and curses intertwined together.

But Lynn acted as if he hadn't heard, still standing in front of Barton, his smile unchanged.

Upon hearing Tony's promise, a glimmer of light flashed in Bronsky's cloudy eyes, who was not far away.

He clenched his fists, his muscular body slightly arched, ready to charge. But when he saw the battle axe in Lynn's hand that had just cleaved Hulk, a deep-seated fear surged up again, and his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, not daring to take even half a step forward.

He knew all too well that rushing in would only lead to the same fate as Patton.

Until Natasha's tearful scream came from beside him.

"Lynn! Stop!"

"Patton! Run!"

Patton turned his head to look at his best friend, with whom he had fought side by side for more than a decade, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

If someone looked closely, they would notice that his hand, which had loosened the bowstring, was now resting on the arrows again. Three explosive arrows were simultaneously on the bowstring, drawn to its full extent. The vacancy in his eyes had completely disappeared, leaving only the resolute determination of a soldier facing death.

In his entire life, he has never believed in surrendering without a fight.

Even if his opponent is this demon who can cleave vibranium in two with a single axe and injure the Hulk, Hawkeye Clint Barton will never give up and wait to die.

Goodbye, Natasha.

He silently moved his lips as he looked at his best friend.

The next second, he suddenly released the bowstring, and three explosive arrows, accompanied by a whistling sound as they tore through the air, shot towards Lynn's face, chest, and knee—three vital points—at the same time!

This was the fastest, most accurate, and most decisive arrow of his life, embodying all his strength and skill, without holding back in the slightest!

But just as the arrow left the bowstring—

Lynn's battle axe moved!

The axe flashed with incredible speed, drawing a crimson arc in the air that was almost invisible to the naked eye. It first cleaved three explosive arrows in two, and the arrows exploded into three fireballs in mid-air, but did not cause any damage whatsoever.

Lynn remained standing in the same spot.

Immediately afterwards, the axe blade continued its downward momentum, growing infinitely larger in Patton's pupils.

"No!!"

Natasha's heart-wrenching screams instantly echoed along Pennsylvania Avenue, accompanied by the piercing siren of Tony's armor and Hulk's furious roar, causing the windows of the surrounding buildings to vibrate and hum.

The axe blade fell with incredible speed.

Even the sound of the wind was cut off.

Patton remained standing, his hand still on the bowstring, ready to release it, but his head had rolled into the pool of blood at his feet, his eyes still wide open, retaining the resolute look of his last moments.

Crimson blood dripped down the axe blade, drawing a crescent-shaped bloodstain on the ground behind Lynn.

Hawkeye Clint Barton became the second Avenger to die at Lynn's hands.

From appearing to making a move, and then to killing, Lynn took less than a second.

He didn't give his archenemy a chance to utter any threats, nor did he give the group of avengers behind him even the slightest bit of time to come to his rescue.

He saw relief, resolve, anger, and reluctance to part with his best friend in Patton's eyes, but these emotions had nothing to do with him.

All he knew was that the person in front of him had been pointing a gun at him from the very beginning, from the hearings to the White House, drawing the bowstring countless times, wanting to kill him.

Those who attacked him, those who wanted him dead, were his enemies.

And the enemy—deserve to die.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence once again.

Everyone froze on the spot, staring blankly at Barton's dismembered body, their minds blank, as if they simply couldn't accept the reality before them.

Fury's hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and his single eye was filled with extreme despair and coldness.

He stared at Patton's body, his mind blank.

He had watched the Avengers grow from the very beginning, and now, Rhodey was dead, Barton was dead, and the alliance he had built was being crushed bit by bit in Lynn's hands.

He screamed into the communicator, but the sound got stuck in his throat and he couldn't make it out. He no longer knew what other way he could stop the demon in front of him.

It's unknown when his "backup plan," which he had been keeping hidden, will arrive to stop this bloody massacre.

Hulk let out a deafening roar of rage, slamming his fists into the ground, instantly cracking the asphalt.

His green eyes were fixed on Lynn, his muscles bulged wildly with rage, and the wound on his chest from the axe blade was finally showing signs of healing under his extreme fury.

But it remained in its original state, and the back-and-forth pulling and itching caused him excruciating discomfort.

Finally, Hulk's aura grew increasingly violent. He finally understood that if he wanted to change this situation, he had to rush up and tear the man in front of him to shreds!

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but recall the whole story.

From the moment Lynn stormed into the White House, they were constantly bombarded with mind-blowing shocks, one after another, wave after wave.

From his open kidnapping of the president to his head-on confrontation with the entire Avengers, and then to his public killing of Rhodes, he displayed unparalleled terrifying power.

just now.

Then, in front of everyone, he instantly killed Hawkeye Barton.

Their nerves were constantly on edge, held tightly by Lynn. Before they could even process the previous shock, an even crueler reality was about to hit them.

By now, everyone present, whether seasoned avengers or fearless soldiers, was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

This mind-blowing scene was broadcast live across the United States and even the world.

The audience watching the live stream was in an uproar. Viewers who had been debating whether Lynn was too cruel were now completely shaken after witnessing Patton's death.

Lynn chuckled as he looked at the stunned and devastated crowd, and casually flicked the blood off the axe blade.

"What? You can't accept this?"

"And then there are things that you will find even more unacceptable."

His gaze slowly swept over everyone present, and the smile on his lips grew increasingly cold.

"Now, do you know what it feels like to lose your comrades? Do you know what it feels like to watch helplessly as those around you die one by one?"

"I suddenly thought of a fun game."

"Tell me—if I killed all of you and only one of you survived, what would that person be like?"

"Was it because he couldn't accept this reality, and in a moment of mental breakdown, did he choose to commit suicide like a stray dog?"

"Or will I completely shatter your spirit, causing you to live a muddled life, burdened by the memory of your comrades' tragic deaths, and spend the rest of your days in endless pain?"

"That sounds like a good option."

however.

The moment the words left her lips, Natasha, her eyes red and swollen, grabbed the two pistols that had fallen to the ground and charged towards Lynn, who was still smiling, like a madwoman driven mad with a death wish. Her fingers frantically pulled the triggers, bullets raining down on Lynn as if they were free, her eyes filled only with hatred and despair.

But just as she took two steps, Tony descended from the sky, his steel arms holding her tightly and abruptly stopping her momentum.

"Calm down!!"

Tony screamed through his mask, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"If you rush in now, you'll just be throwing your life away!"

"Patton is dead! I can't watch you die too!"

"No! I'm going to kill him!"

"I'm going to avenge Patton!!"

"He's a madman, a demon, an absolute bastard! I must make him pay for Patton's life!"

Natasha struggled frantically, her twin guns still firing toward Lynn, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks, her whole body trembling slightly in extreme grief.

As the two were tugging at each other, a burst of piercing applause suddenly rang out.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Lynn clapped his hands slowly, his smile vanishing completely, leaving only a chilling coldness. His voice clearly echoed throughout the battlefield and reached the ears of every viewer across America through the live broadcast.

"Good! Well said! Revenge!"

"So you do understand what revenge feels like, and you know how painful it is to lose a comrade?"

"Then what right did you all have to stop me when I was framed by General Ross, surrounded by the army, and wanted by the authorities? Why did you all try to persuade me to back down?"

"If I hadn't fought back then, and had let Ross's trap send me to prison, or even die in that raid, who would have avenged me?"

"Who will stand up and speak a fair word for me?"

His voice suddenly rose in pitch, making everyone's eardrums ache.

"You bunch of hypocrites with double standards—"

"This makes me feel disgusted!"

"They stand on their moral high ground, pointing fingers and telling me to be tolerant, to compromise, to lay down my arms, and to temporarily accept so-called judgment, but not a single person has stood up to say a word about making those who framed me pay the price! Not even now!"

"So you can't even handle two deaths already?"

"I'm sorry—"

"This is not the end, it's just the beginning."

"That's not the same!"

Rogers suddenly stepped forward, holding a vibranium shield with a missing corner, and walked step by step toward Lynn.

The shock from before was gone from his eyes, replaced by an unwavering resolve. The muscles in his arms were taut, ready to charge at any moment.

"You can seek justice for yourself, and you can make those who framed you pay the price, but you shouldn't extend your revenge to all those involved, much less use killing to solve everything!"

"Your methods, your choices, led you into a dead end from the very beginning!"

"When you build your hatred on a series of massacres, whatever your motives, you have already been consumed by hatred!"

"In the end, all you'll get is an endless cycle of violence against violence, and more people will end up like you, losing their companions and living in hatred!"

"From the moment you chose to end everything with killing, you already lost!"

Lynn raised an eyebrow, looking at Rogers who was speaking eloquently, his words full of undisguised mockery.

"Yeah?"

"Then let me tell you—for me, human lives are the best warning. Only such a warning can deter everyone, but unfortunately—you are still stubbornly unrepentant."

At this point, Lynn slowly shook his head.

"I'm also a paranoid madman."

"Anyone who dares to plot against me is plotting against my life. And anyone who wants my life—they can only pay with their own."

After saying that, Lynn's eyes suddenly narrowed, and the crimson patterns of Ragnarok around his body and the blood rage complemented each other. The doubled power surged wildly within his body, and the violent aura suddenly surged!

Rogers roared, brandishing his vibranium shield, and charged towards Lynn with a death wish.

Hulk roared, his thick legs bending slightly, forming a pincer attack with Rogers on the left and right.

Fury snapped back to reality, raised his sidearm and aimed it at Lynn, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents behind him also raised their guns, their crosshairs locked on Lynn.

Tony released Natasha, and the palm cannons in the armor instantly recharged. Jarvis then controlled the remaining Iron Legion mechs, forming a pincer movement to surround Lynn.

Everyone rallied and prepared for a fight to the death.

But as Lynn watched the Avengers rushing towards him, he merely chuckled softly.

"Why should I follow your pace?"

The next second, a dazzling arcane light suddenly shone on the battlefield, and a pale blue spatial trajectory tore through the deathly silence of the battlefield. It was the arcane leap attached to [Horlock's Armguard]!

By the time everyone realized what was happening, Lynn had already vanished from the spot.

Even in the midst of extreme grief, Natasha's years of espionage instincts were instantly triggered!

She whirled around, the dagger at her waist instantly sliding into her hand. She simultaneously aimed both guns at the spatial fluctuations behind her, but just as her fingertips pulled the trigger, Lynn's figure solidified completely, the distance between them no more than half a step.

He looked at Natasha, whose eyes had instantly tightened, and once again revealed that polite yet deadly smile on his face, and slowly began to speak.

"I know you have the deepest feelings for Patton, and I know you'd do anything for him."

"Such feelings often represent the most unexpected changes, and also the sharpest weapon that can break down the psychological defenses of this group of people."

"I would never make the mistake of letting a tiger return to the mountain, nor would I show mercy just because you are a woman."

"So—you're the third one."

"As your former roommate who once lived under the same roof, I will treat you the same way I treated Patton—no pain, no struggle, as my way of repaying you."

Done.

Lynn slowly raised the Berserker Axe in his hand, revealing a sinister smile as he looked at Natasha, who was being fiercely protected by Tony.

Tony's armor instantly emitted a piercing, highest-level alarm. He whirled around, trying to shield Natasha with his body, but it was too late.

To everyone's astonishment.

Lynn's battle axe came crashing down!

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