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Chapter 122 Killing someone by destroying their spirit: The death of Hulk!

The sky over Washington —

It seemed to be enveloped in a faint, warm yellow halo.

The torrential rain continued to fall relentlessly, the pattering rain washing over Pennsylvania Avenue, washing away the blood and corpses on the ground, but unable to dispel the thick silence and despair in the air.

Although Lynn was unsure when the Surprise would arrive, his unease did not lessen despite Hulk and Rogers' defeat on the battlefield. His sixth sense told him that time was running out.

That powerful energy fluctuation that spans across the stars is approaching Earth at an alarming speed. It may be just a second away from breaking through the clouds and reaching the battlefield!

He didn't have time to waste any more time.

"Now—have you ever felt any regret?"

Lynn's voice pierced through the drizzling rain, reaching the ears of everyone present clearly. It was calm and undisturbed, yet it was like an ice-cold dagger, stabbing fiercely into the hearts of Tony, Rogers, and Fury.

"I regret that my momentary arrogance and disregard led to this series of events, causing so many people to die needlessly at my hands. Of course, I have absolutely no guilt about it."

"After all, my culture has always valued seeking clarity of thought and fulfillment of desires. But you—"

Lynn chuckled softly, his gaze slowly sweeping over the pale-faced Tony, over Rogers kneeling on the ground, and finally landing on Fury as he walked out from behind cover.

The outcome of this war is already obvious.

The encirclement and suppression campaign ended in a disastrous defeat.

S.H.I.E.L.D. — A crushing defeat.

The Avengers suffered an even more crushing defeat.

Although the sound of the rain was loud enough to drown out many other subtle noises, with each step Lynn took forward, he got closer to the unconscious Hulk lying on the ground. The dull thud of his footsteps was like a series of heavy hammer blows, striking Tony and Rogers' nearly collapsing consciousness.

clatter--

clatter--

clatter--

Fury, who had already experienced countless life-or-death situations, was the only one who could maintain considerable calm and restraint.

His eyes were fixed on Lynn, his hand holding the sniper rifle did not tremble, but he did not fire rashly again.

He knew very well that the current conventional attacks were nothing more than a tickle to Lynn.

It doesn't even have any meaning.

"It's clearly a very simple thing."

Lynn stopped and stood beside Hulk, glancing down at the green behemoth, whose brows were still furrowed even in his unconscious state, before speaking again.

"I'll kill Ross, and you can continue to clean up the mess for me. There's no need to tear things apart."

"In a sense, I'm still eliminating a major villain for you, but what was the result?"

"You turn a deaf ear and ignore it."

He looked up at Fury, his smile growing increasingly mocking.

"Now, do you still find a single sentence to be heavy?"

"Back then, all I asked of you, Fury, was a single official statement afterward—just one sentence. It was a fait accompli; I did all the hard work. All I needed to do was say that my actions were without fault, but you—"

"They're not even willing to do something as simple as going with the flow."

"All they do is try to persuade me to compromise and make things look better through me. Sigh..."

Lynn was not annoyed that no one responded to her.

What he wants now is no longer a belated statement of justice. He has the situation firmly in his grasp, and what he wants to do is to strike at the heart of the matter.

Killing someone is simple; it's just a matter of a knife or an axe.

The most thorough way to defeat these arrogant avengers is to leave them in endless regret and struggle before they die.

The amplification effect of Ragnarok has ended.

The passive effect of [Blood Rage] completely dissipates after being out of combat for more than three minutes.

But none of that matters anymore.

The storm power bestowed by the divine dragon Aoxing still surged through his limbs and bones. Even without any status enhancements, he remained the unshakeable absolute ruler of this battlefield.

Lynn casually flicked the berserker's axe in his hand, and the bloodstains remaining on the axe blade were shaken into the rain.

He crouched down, placed the cold axe blade on Hulk's head, and gently swung it back and forth.

This silent action was like an extreme mockery, ridiculing the incompetence of these avengers.

They couldn't even protect their comrades who fought alongside them.

Immediately.

Lynn raised an eyebrow and turned his gaze back to Fury.

"Are you satisfied with this result, Chief Fury?"

"Of everyone present, you are the highest commander, yet under your command, two Level 9 agents, Barton and Natasha, were killed tragically, more than half of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s elite forces were lost, and countless soldiers died in vain."

"Rhodes is a personal grudge of mine, it doesn't apply to you."

"But what about Hulk? Banner was hiding perfectly well, but you sent him here to die with just one message. Speaking of which, he still owes me a thank you—after all, I personally took care of Ross, who had been hunting him down his whole life, and solved one of his biggest problems."

Lynn then shifted her focus to Rogers, who was kneeling on the ground, her tone carrying an undisguised regret.

"Oh! And there's Rogers over there, half-dead. To be honest, in some ways you're a little like me, neither of us wants to endure constraints and chains, and both yearn for freedom. I understand you in that respect, but you don't understand me, which is a pity."

"I intercepted your war before it was supposed to be yours. If I hadn't taken care of Ross early, you would have clashed with the authorities sooner or later once the Superpowered Being Control Act was officially implemented. With your stubborn personality, you're born to be a lone wolf. Come to think of it—you owe me a thank you!"

For some reason, Lynn suddenly felt a surge of emotion. He couldn't help but want to say a few more words about personally dealing with these legendary figures who were top-tier celebrities in both movies and comics.

After all, there probably aren't many people in the entire Marvel Universe who can fight to the death with the US authorities and the Avengers, and ultimately drive them to the brink of defeat.

And just as he was feeling sentimental.

Listening to his eloquent comments, Tony, Fury, and Rogers' expressions turned extremely grim.

Rogers gritted his teeth and let out a suppressed groan.

He desperately wanted to stand up and argue loudly, to denounce Lynn's words as utter nonsense! He could never be on Lynn's side, much less turn against the authorities.

Having not yet experienced the subsequent civil war and endless war, he still firmly upholds rules and order, and believes in the justice he adheres to.

But the severed left arm was sending waves of excruciating pain through him, and blood was still dripping from the wound with the rain. The numerous wounds all over his body had already driven him to the brink of despair.

He could barely stand up; he could only kneel in the muddy rain, supporting himself with his remaining right arm on half of a broken vibranium shield, his eyes, still defiant, fixed on Lynn.

"I—we could never—be on the same path as you!"

Rogers was panting heavily, and every word he spoke aggravated the wound in his chest, causing him to tremble with pain.

"You represent slaughter and bloodshed! I represent justice and order! Even if we can't stop you today, someone else will always stand up!"

"You can't keep slaughtering forever!"

"Lynn, don't think you can change my opinion of you with just a few words. Making it all sound so noble is nothing more than finding a self-deceiving excuse for the massacre you caused!"

Upon hearing this, Lynn's smile deepened. He glanced at the sky bathed in a warm yellow glow and said teasingly, "O..."

"Oh?"

"If you're referring to the backup plan Fury told you about, that accomplice named 'Surprise,' then—I'll be watching."

talking.

Rogers then tried to force himself to stand up.

He didn't want to show any sign of defeat in front of Lynn; even if he died, he wanted to die standing.

The ever-accumulating injuries within his body rendered this super soldier, who was considered the pinnacle of human capability, unable to even stand up.

He exerted all his strength, but only experienced a dizzying sensation. He looked down and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood. His consciousness became increasingly blurred, and he finally fell heavily back into the mud. He could only barely support his body with his shield, preventing him from completely collapsing.

However, at that moment, Tony stepped forward and calmly met Lynn's sarcastic remarks.

He slowly removed his mask, revealing a bloodless yet unusually calm face.

He neither denied nor refuted, but simply looked quietly at the "culprit" who had caused everything, his tone completely calm.

"I know—you're right."

"You are the victor, and from your perspective, whatever you say at this moment is correct."

"After all, history is always written by the victors. And—in this matter, my approach was indeed problematic."

"I told you at the hearing that I would help you resolve the public relations crisis caused by Ross. Even if you ultimately choose to intervene, it's not a reason for me to go back on my word."

"Perhaps I should have disregarded everything and exposed all the despicable things Ross did back then. Maybe things would have turned out differently, and we wouldn't have—"

Tony paused slightly, looked into Lynn's eyes, and said, word by word.

"If you harbor resentment—take it all out on yourself—"

Before he could utter the word "leak," he was abruptly interrupted by a sharp shout.

"Shut up, Tony!"

Fury's shout instantly drew everyone's attention.

Both he and Rogers could hear the resolve in Tony's words; he wanted to sacrifice himself to get Lynn to stop and end this pointless massacre.

Regardless of whether Lynn would agree, as long as Tony said those words, everything they had persevered through until now, the three comrades who died tragically, and the soldiers who sacrificed their lives would all have lost their meaning.

The two of them would never allow Tony to say such a thing, and they would never allow him to be the one to sacrifice himself.

Fury took a deep breath of the cold rain, his eyes filled with endless exhaustion and helplessness, but he still straightened his back and walked step by step toward Lynn.

"That's right! You're right! If someone should be held responsible for all of this, then it should be me!"

Fury's voice was hoarse but firm, piercing through the rain.

"But Lynn, what you did wasn't wrong, and your demands weren't wrong either. The biggest problem is your very existence!"

"This isn't some TV drama where you say you're right and he says he's right! This is you alone, confronting the entire American government!"

"How could those bastards sitting in the White House allow anyone to challenge their power or threaten their position?"

Ultimately, at the heart of all this, it's never about right or wrong, but about power!

"The aftermath of the Ross incident shows they were in the wrong, but how could they admit to such an ugly thing? It's precisely because of this ridiculous facade and so-called 'big picture' that you have to pay the price. This—is simply an unsolvable dead end!"

Having said that, Fury raised his hand and gripped the pager that had been with him for half his life tightly; the cold body of the device felt hot under his hand.

He tilted his head back and let the cold rain pelt his face, washing away the blood and exhaustion.

A few seconds later, he lowered his head again and looked at Lynn, his single eye filled with a deep sense of powerlessness, but also with an undeniable determination.

He knew very well that Captain Marvel was on her way, but he had to hold the line and protect the rest of them until she arrived.

"I know you won't stop. With your relentless pursuit of your goals, you won't stop until you've eliminated us all."

They will never stop.

"But these soldiers are just ordinary people following orders. Killing them would mean killing everyone on this street, which would be pointless. Let them leave first; we—no, I won't leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fury continued walking forward, stopping when he was less than ten meters away from Lynn.

At this distance, if Lynn wanted to, he could easily take his life with a single arcane leap, without giving him even the slightest chance to react.

Seeing that Lynn was merely smiling at him, showing no intention of making a move, Fury acted decisively. He took a deep breath and roared into the communicator, a roar that echoed throughout Pennsylvania Avenue amidst the torrential rain and lingered on the deathly silent street: "All soldiers, listen up! Retreat immediately!"

"Withdraw from this battlefield!"

When the order was given, the soldiers in the encirclement were stunned at first, then looked at each other, their hands holding rifles trembling slightly.

They looked at Lynn in the center of the battlefield, then at Fury blocking their way. After hesitating for a few seconds, they were finally relieved and put away their weapons, turning around and retreating in an orderly manner.

In just a few dozen seconds, the dense encirclement completely dissipated, leaving only Lynn, Fury, Tony, Rogers kneeling on the ground, and the unconscious Hulk on the entire street.

Lynn watched the soldiers' retreating figures, feeling no emotion.

Killing these lowly foes who are just following orders is pointless. Not only will it dirty my hands, but it will also give Captain Marvel an excuse to indiscriminately kill innocent people. It would be better to give Fury some face and focus on resolving the core objective of this feud.

"good!"

Lynn suddenly shouted and looked at the three people standing in front of him in three different directions. Even though they were in dire straits, they did not retreat a single step. He couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

Tony stood rooted to the spot, his eyes beneath the mask fixed on Hulk beside Lynn, the white light from his palm cannon never fading.

He knew very well what Lynn was going to do next, and he also knew very well that Fury and Rogers had lost the ability to stop him.

The only one who could stop Lynn was himself.

Tony's fingers tightened slightly, and the last trace of hesitation in his eyes was completely extinguished. He had already lost Rhodes, Barton, and Natasha, leaving him with only six people in the team. He absolutely could not lose Hulk and Rogers as well.

Lynn slowly raised the Berserker Axe in his hand, and blue and white lightning arcs around him instantly surged, crackling and popping in the rain.

"That----"

"Let Hulk's demise set an example for you!"

Tony's eyes widened in fury, and he let out a deafening roar. He slammed his mask back onto his face, and the Arc Reactor was instantly powered up to full capacity. He charged toward Lynn like a cannonball, and the white light from his palm cannons became blindingly bright!

Rogers, kneeling on the ground, mustered all his strength and hurled the broken shield at Lynn, letting out a roar like a trapped beast. Even though he knew he couldn't stop him, he couldn't bear to watch Hoke die before his eyes!

But they were ultimately a step too late.

The next second, a deafening clap of thunder suddenly exploded in the dark, cloud-covered sky!

A pale flash of lightning tore through the thick curtain of rain, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield.

In the flash of lightning, Lynn's figure leaped high into the air, ignoring the energy cannons and shields coming from behind. He raised his battle axe above his head, casting a long, chilling shadow in the light of the lightning.

At the very instant the lightning struck, the battle axe, imbued with the power of thunder and storm, also fell fiercely!

"Pfft!"

The crisp sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh and the sound of clouds being torn apart echoed throughout Washington at the same moment!

A shocking trail of scarlet blood splattered across the street outside the White House, mixing with the puddles and spreading out in a large, glaring red.

Even torrential rain couldn't completely wash it away.

The Hulk is dead!

This is the fourth person to die at Lynn's hands!

The final outcome for the remaining three will not change.

Lynn completely ignored Tony's attack. If it were before the battle, under the combined attack of everyone and surrounded by dozens of mechs, he would have thought of dodging.

Now, with Rogers half-dead and powerless to resist, and Fury's modified weapon not being particularly advanced, even if Tony turned the Mark 6 to its maximum power, the damage he would suffer might not even outpace the speed of his recovery.

It is precisely this kind of Lynn that makes him the most despairing.

Without even a thought of dodging, he braved Tony's barrage of fire and Fury's sniper rifle modified from the Tesseract, walking step by step toward Rogers.

"You're next."