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Chapter 118 The Rain at the White House, The Death of the Black Widow, The Hulk's Wrath

At the center of the battlefield, a crisp yet piercing "sizzle" sound rang out. A sharp axe blade charged straight ahead, slicing through flesh without any resistance, and hot blood splattered everywhere.

As the axe blade drew a chilling semicircle in the air, a shocking bloodstain was forcefully nailed to Natasha's chest.

Natasha's face instantly drained of all color, turning deathly pale.

Lynn eventually held back some of his strength.

Perhaps it was to leave this only woman among the original Avengers with a final bit of dignity.

This axe fell, not directly beheading her like it had done to Rhodes and Barton. The blade sliced ​​diagonally into her shoulder blade, tearing open her chest cavity, yet still preserving her body intact.

This was a small act of pity from Lynn.

At least compared to others, Black Widow Natasha Romanoff was able to leave with a complete corpse.

However, the terrifying force contained in the axe blade did not diminish in the slightest. Natasha was sent flying backward uncontrollably. Even though Tony behind her instantly controlled the Mark armor to step forward and use his steel body to hold her back, it was still to no avail.

Like kites with broken strings, the two were thrown back more than ten meters by this tremendous force before crashing heavily onto the muddy ground.

This demonstrates just how terrifying Lynn's power is, and how masterful his control over it has become.

When everyone recovered from the shock of the sudden scene and looked in the direction of the camera, they saw Natasha, her eyes gradually becoming unfocused and her face completely drained of color, slowly collapsing into Tony's arms.

Natasha's last action was to use all her strength to lift her head, first looking at Fury not far away, her eyes filled with a sense of relief and a hint of apology.

Then, her gaze slowly turned to Lynn, and she slowly raised the pistol she was holding tightly in her hand, as if she wanted to make one last resistance before her consciousness completely collapsed.

And Lynn, in her sight, undoubtedly became her final obsession at the end of her life.

However, as Natasha breathed her last, her arm barely raised in a barely perceptible arc, and within seconds, it seemed as if all the strength she had in her life had been exhausted.

Her arm finally fell heavily to the ground, her head tilted limply to one side, blood continued to spill from the corner of her mouth, and her chest stopped rising and falling.

Vital signs have completely returned to zero.

Born in the former Soviet Union in 1984, Natasha Romanoff was brainwashed and trained in the Red Room during her childhood. In 1995, she infiltrated the United States under a false family identity and was eventually recruited by Barton into S.H.I.E.L.D., becoming a founding member of the Avengers.

Ultimately, he didn't get to experience the sacrificial ending on Rivermir as depicted in the Marvel comics. Instead, he died in front of the ruins of the White House, succumbing to Lynn's battle axe.

When this scene was completely frozen in everyone's eyes, the entire battlefield fell into a silence more deathly than ever before.

The rain started falling without me noticing.

The raindrops started falling sporadically, then grew heavier and heavier, and a torrential downpour soon enveloped the entire Pennsylvania Avenue, washing away the blood and gore on the ground, as well as the thick, lingering smell of gunpowder and blood in the air.

Fury's single eye widened suddenly, his eye sockets instantly turning red, and he let out an extremely hoarse roar.

His legs involuntarily staggered forward a step, as if he simply couldn't accept the scene before him.

As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he recruited Barton first, and then Natasha.

These two were his most trusted right-hand men, the core team for his field missions, who accompanied him through the undercurrents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and helped him complete countless top-secret missions.

But now, they are dying tragically before his eyes.

They died in this utterly absurd battle, in this civil war triggered by the framing and greed of their own people.

It's utterly ridiculous and ironic.

Fury was never a black-and-white person; he was a thorough pragmatist.

From the very beginning of his contact with Lynn, he was clear about Lynn's principle of "I will not offend others unless they offend me, and if they do offend me, I will eliminate them completely." He even felt that as long as the superficial balance was maintained, Lynn would not only not pose a threat to the world, but would even become the sharpest knife to resist alien invasion in the future.

But now, everything has been ruined by that damn Rose.

He found it hard to blame Lynn, because from beginning to end, Lynn was only trying to get justice for himself.

But when he actually saw Natasha's cold body and the three Avengers who had fallen one after another, his heart felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

It hasn't been long, and the Avengers have already lost three members. What's next?

How many more people will die?

An absurd idea popped uncontrollably into his mind.

Or should we just stop here?

But he immediately extinguished the thought as soon as it popped into his head.

Even if he could understand Lynn's actions, he couldn't possibly stand by and watch his three companions die tragically without doing anything.

From the moment Rhodes was publicly killed by Lynn, the battle was destined to end in a fight to the death. The deaths of Natasha and Barton only deepened this ending; one side would eventually have to come to an end.

As the rain intensified, raindrops pounded against Tony's Mark armor, making a sharp, crackling sound.

He slowly removed his mask, revealing a bloodshot face filled with despair. His mouth was slightly open, but he couldn't make a sound. He just stared blankly at Natasha, who had completely lost her breath in his arms, while Jarvis's cold, emotionless broadcast echoed in his ears again and again.

[Sir, Miss Natasha has lost vital signs; all life signals have completely disappeared.]

[Sir, the axe blade sliced ​​through Miss Natasha's chest cavity from her shoulder blade and penetrated her abdomen. Her internal organs were severely damaged, and she has lost too much blood. There was no time to provide assistance. I apologize.]

Tony closed his eyes, hot tears mingling with the cold rain, sliding down his cheeks.

Rod is dead.

Patton is dead.

Now even Natasha is dead, right before his eyes, in his arms.

He watched helplessly as his best friends and comrades-in-arms died one by one under Lynn's axe, and he could do nothing about it.

That deep-seated sense of powerlessness and regret, like a terminal illness, lingered and echoed in the depths of his heart, almost threatening to completely devour all his emotions.

But this despair lasted only a few seconds.

He suddenly opened his eyes, fastened his armor mask back on, and his eyes beneath the mask held only cold killing intent and determination.

[Sir, all weapon systems are fully charged, combat mode has been switched to the highest privilege level, and Jarvis will assist you in tactical planning throughout the process.]

Jarvis's voice rang in his ears, but Tony did not respond. He simply controlled the armor to slowly ascend into the air, with the palm cannon, shoulder-mounted missiles, and cluster lasers all ready to fire, and the crosshair locked firmly on Lynn's figure.

He couldn't bring back the dead, but he could at least avenge them—even if it cost him his life, he would make Lynn pay for his crimes in blood.

Rogers stood in the rain, halting his charge and his vehement accusations.

He stood there blankly, tilting his head back and closing his eyes to welcome the torrential rain.

He wanted the cold rain to wash away the pungent smell of blood in the air, and also to wash away the surging sorrow and confusion in his heart that almost overwhelmed him.

He still doesn't think his ideas are wrong.

In his eyes, Lynn's actions were wrong, his direction was wrong, and he was going down the wrong path of solving problems with killing. He believed that Lynn's actions should be stopped, corrected, and destroyed.

But the price of this intervention was three precious lives, the blood of countless soldiers, and the hell on earth before our eyes.

The price was so high that he could hardly bear it.

Thinking of this, Rogers slowly turned his head and looked at the soldiers around him who were standing there in a daze.

Their faces were etched with deep-seated fear, their eyes devoid of any desire for victory, only empty space remained. Their hands, gripping rifles, trembled uncontrollably in the rain, their morale had plummeted to rock bottom.

Even these main forces that were dealing with Lynn were being driven back and killed one after another. So what could these ordinary people who were just holding rifles do?

Are we going to continue using meaningless human lives to fill the gaps?

They always believed that they were heroes who would save Washington, save the whole of America, and even save the world, and that they were standing there to stop Lynn's evil deeds.

But what about in Lynn's eyes?

Rogers slowly lowered his head, looking at the vibranium shield in his hand with a missing piece. Rain dripped down the edge of the shield, and also dripped into his heart.

But he still firmly believed that killing was never the answer to the problem. However, looking at the corpses strewn all over the place and Tony holding Natasha's body in his arms, he began to waver for the first time in his belief in justice.

But this wavering lasted only a moment.

He gripped his shield tightly, raised his head, and his gaze refocused on Lynn in the rain, his eyes shifting from blankness back to their usual firmness and determination!

Even if the cost is high and the future is uncertain, he must stop Lynn from continuing this killing spree; it is a responsibility he must bear as Captain America.

In the rain.

Looking at the deathly silence and the sorrowful expressions on everyone's faces, Lynn couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Hey Hey hey!

What's with this atmosphere?!

Why do I sound like a heinous villain?

I'm clearly the most innocent one, okay!

From the day Ross framed me, even issuing a global warrant for my arrest and imposing various restrictions on me, from the day you chose to stand on the side of besieging me, this battle was not started by me!

Now that someone has died, creating this somber atmosphere makes it seem like I'm the one in the wrong, the villain who deserves to die—how ridiculous!

Lynn casually flicked the blood off the axe blade, and the cold rain hit his face, sliding down mixed with the still-wet blood.

He looked up at the crowd in the rain and spoke slowly.

The sound clearly penetrated the rain and reached everyone's ears.

"This rain is quite nice."

"But—you've all stopped moving, aren't you going to continue?"

"If you don't continue, then I'm coming."

"This hunt is far from over. If you want revenge, I'm here, ready to fight you anytime."

"Let's continue!"

The words fell.

Not far away, Bronsky uncontrollably took a few more steps back, almost retreating behind the army's bunker.

He wanted to save his life more than Tony's promised pardon and freedom.

Freedom may be precious, but you have to be alive to enjoy it.

The battlefield before him was like a meat grinder; charging in would only lead to certain death. He had witnessed Rhodes, Barton, and Natasha perish one after another; how could he possibly dare to move forward?

He then stared intently at the enraged Hulk in the rain, a hint of fear flashing in his cloudy eyes, along with a secret mix of jealousy and schadenfreude.

He knew all too well how terrifying the Hulk could be when enraged, and he was happy to see the Hulk and Lynn fight to the death, preferably ending up with both sides severely injured.

At that time, he will not only be able to fulfill Tony's promise and obtain the pardon he has been dreaming of, but he will also have the opportunity to personally eliminate the nemesis who has haunted him all his life.

Thinking of this, he took a few steps back without making a sound, completely hiding behind the cover, only his eyes showing, staring intently at the movements in the center of the battlefield.

"roar!!"

A deafening roar, almost tearing through the rain curtain, suddenly exploded!

Hulk stood in the rain, his massive body swelling at a visible speed. Compared to before, his bulging muscles looked even more ferocious and terrifying, and his green skin glowed with a scarlet sheen due to extreme anger.

His eyes were filled with utter rage, and he was completely engulfed in an unprecedented state of frenzy.

The image of Rhodes being beheaded before his eyes, the resolute way Barton died, and the gruesome sight of Natasha having her chest cleaved open by an axe in front of him.

There was also the humiliation of being cleaved in two by Lynn's axe, and the deep self-blame for being unable to protect his companions. Countless emotions surged and exploded in his chest, eventually turning into extreme anger.

Natasha's death became the fuse that ignited his anger, severely touching the softest part of his heart.

But this is different from his previous reckless rampages in a fit of rage.

This time, Hulk's eyes were fixed on Lynn as he walked towards him step by step.

At first his steps were steady, but as he got closer, his steps became faster and heavier.

Each step left a deep footprint on the hard, rain-soaked cement, splashing mud and water everywhere.

Finally, he let out a terrifying roar, stomped his foot hard, and the ground instantly cracked open with spiderweb-like fissures.

The massive, heavy body instantly flew into the air, its bulging, veiny fist carrying earth-shattering power, smashing straight towards Lynn's head!

This punch contained all his anger and all his power!

"Good timing!"

Lynn roared, his eyes instantly igniting with intense fighting spirit, and met Hulk's punch head-on.

Faced with an iron fist larger than his head, Lynn's expression hardened. Without dodging or avoiding, he clenched his fist as well, mobilizing the doubled power of Ragnarok within his body, and without using any tricks, he slammed his fist head-on into Hulk's fist!

With a loud "bang!"

The instant fists collided, it felt as if a heavy missile had been dropped on the entire city of Washington.

A terrifying sonic boom, powerful enough to shatter eardrums, exploded on the streets of Pennsylvania!

Hulk's skin on his fist instantly cracked, and green blood mixed with rainwater splattered out. He could clearly feel a terrifying force far beyond his imagination surging wildly into his arm through his fist, making his bones crack and his entire arm muscles spasm uncontrollably.

Lynn's fist was also shaken by the immense force that contained all of Hulk's anger, causing it to bleed. His arm muscles tensed instantly, dissipating most of the impact at an extremely tricky angle. However, the remaining force still sent him flying backward.

Centered on the two, a visible shockwave instantly spread outwards. Even the raindrops that fell beside them were violently thrown back by the terrifying impact, creating a brief vacuum zone!

The asphalt road underfoot instantly cracked and collapsed, with gravel and mud flying everywhere!

The next second, Hulk and Lynn's bodies were simultaneously sent flying backward uncontrollably!

The moment they saw this scene, a glimmer of hope suddenly shone in the eyes of the remaining Avengers!

This—this seems to be the first time!

This is the first time Lynn has been repelled head-on since the start of the battle!

Tony, Rogers, Fury, and even Bronsky, who was hiding behind cover, all stared at the scene in astonishment, their faces filled with disbelief.

Lynn was like an insurmountable mountain looming over their hearts. No matter what methods they used or what weapons they employed, they could not budge him an inch, nor could they even make him take a single step back.

But now, Hulk has actually knocked Lynn back with a single punch!

It seems there's still a chance to turn things around!

No one expected that the tragic deaths of three companions would cause Hulk's power to surge to such an extent!

This mind-blowing scene was broadcast live around the world. The chat in the live stream paused for a few seconds before being flooded with exclamations of amazement, and the whole world was shaken like never before.

After all, so many people had died at Lynn's hands that everyone had become numb to the fact that he had killed so many more.

In everyone's mind, he was like an invincible "Great Demon King," but now—this "Great Demon King's" status seems to be shaken!

On the other side, Lynn slid back seven or eight meters before finally regaining his balance.

He shook his slightly numb right hand, frowned slightly, and looked at Hulk not far away with a serious expression.

Although Hulk was also forced to retreat repeatedly by the shock, there was no sign of retreat in his scarlet eyes. Instead, an even more ferocious fighting spirit ignited within him.

In his extreme anger, he seemed to have shed his usual recklessness, becoming calmer and more dangerous.

Lynn couldn't help but whistle.

This truly lives up to the classic "sacrifice your teammates to grant boundless power" principle!

The Hulk's power is truly becoming more and more monstrous the angrier he gets, actually surging to the point where he can directly clash with himself when he activates Ragnarok!

However, Lynn was not intimidated at all.

After all, what Hulk is most proud of has never been just his strength, which grows stronger with anger, but also his thick skin and tough hide.

His near-indestructible resilience is the key to his ability to rampage unchecked.

Right now, Hulk is only barely on par with him in terms of strength.

In terms of defense, for Lynn, who can become stronger with the battle thanks to [Blood Rage] and continuously regenerate health with equipment, the true damage and continuous amplification of [Blood Rage] is simply a dimensional reduction attack when fighting a "tank" like Hulk who relies purely on his physical strength.

Lynn slowly tightened his grip on the Berserker's Axe. The blade gleamed with a cold, crimson light in the rain. Power surged through his veins, and his eyes blazed with battle intent.

The Hulk opposite him also let out a deafening roar, his massive body stomping on the cracked ground as he charged towards him like a green tank, his fists clenched again, carrying even more terrifying power than before.

Seeing Hulk charging straight at him, Lynn's lips curled into an increasingly intense smile of confidence.

Since you want to play, I'll play with you properly.

Let's see if your anger rises faster, or if my bloodlust prevails!

next second.

The two figures charged towards each other simultaneously!

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