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Chapter 123 The Death of Captain America, a Surprising Appearance!

Compared to the three Avengers who died at Lynn's hands, Hulk, who was chopped down with an axe, clearly received the best "treatment".

He didn't experience the flashback before his death, nor did he fight to the last ounce of his strength. He simply closed his eyes in a coma and could never open them again.

In that silent moment, they plunged into eternal darkness.

Hulk's death was like the last straw, completely breaking down the psychological defenses of everyone present.

Inside Tony's armor, Jarvis's highest-level alarm was blaring, but he seemed completely deaf to it. His eyes, hidden behind his mask, were fixed on Hulk's decapitated body, his fingertips clenched so tightly inside the armor that they turned white.

He lost another companion.

Fury's hand gripping the sniper rifle trembled violently, and the rifle almost slipped from his grasp.

His heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it difficult to even breathe. He was the one who had brought Banner to this hell, and he was the one who had sent Hulk to his death.

At this point in the battle, Tony, Fury, and Rogers had no way out.

They couldn't just give up; they would fight Lynn to the death here. Just as Lynn had said before, this suffocating and painful memory would become an indelible shadow and obsession for whoever survived.

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Compared to the initial barrage of deafening artillery fire, the current scene appears somewhat bleak and tragic.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The sporadic explosions and intermittent gunfire sounded particularly jarring in the empty streets.

This is Tony and Fury's last struggle. As for what they are struggling with, in the end, it is nothing more than waiting for their last resort, that extraordinary helper, to arrive on Earth.

What devastated them even more was that the scene before them was far beyond despair; it was blatant humiliation and trampling!

Lynn didn't even glance at them, nor did she show any intention of retaliating.

He simply walked straight toward the dying Rogers, enduring the full force of Tony and Fury's attacks without pausing for even a moment.

A barrage of miniature missiles rained down on Lynn, but before they could even touch him, they were struck by his right arm, crackling with electricity.

Even if the missile explodes next to him, it won't have any effect.

Fury's antimatter sniper rifle, modified from the Cosmic Cube, fired bullets carrying terrifying energy time and time again. But the moment the bullets got close to Lynn, he casually pinched them between two fingers, and with a slight force from his fingertips, he crushed them into scattered energy powder.

These attacks, powerful enough to severely injure a regular superhero, couldn't even penetrate the [Remnants of the Despicable Roar] surrounding him.

Not to mention the divine dragon power bestowed upon him by the dragon Aoxing, which has already changed his level of life, making it difficult for ordinary weapons to harm his current physique.

This was a devastating blow to Tony, and the most unacceptable scenario for him.

Unlike when Rhodes, Barton, and Natasha died, at least they tried their best to save them and took all the necessary actions, but ultimately failed.

But now, Lynn has given them the chance to stop him. He doesn't flinch or dodge; he tells everyone bluntly that he's going to kill Rogers next.

If they are unable to stop it, they can only watch helplessly as spectators of this "execution," without any chance of resistance.

This deep-seated resentment and humiliation pierced Tony's heart, a heart that would never admit defeat.

Unfortunately, the limitations of the Mark 6 armor were there; he didn't have time to break through the technological barriers, and Lynn wouldn't give him any chance to turn the tide.

As for Fury, the despair welling up inside him was no less than Tony's, and perhaps even greater.

As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he has experienced countless life-or-death crises and faced countless conspiracies that could overturn the world. But never before has he been so powerless to resist, leaving him with no hope of resistance whatsoever. He can only place all his hopes on someone far away in space.

And Lynn is right, he, as the bureau chief, bears the greatest responsibility for this tragedy.

If he had been more assertive and firmer in front of Congress and the Security Council, and had issued a statement on behalf of the government acknowledging the legitimacy of Lynn's killing of Ross, he would have been able to overcome his pride.

If he hadn't acquiesced to the global manhunt order for the sake of the so-called "greater good," these people wouldn't have died here in vain.

Rhodes was the first to die in front of him, and Barton and Natasha, his two right-hand men who had accompanied him all the way, also perished one after another.

Now, Hulk, who was forcibly dragged into this war by his message, has been beheaded; another Captain America, Rogers, whom he personally awakened, is also about to follow in his footsteps.

Is it really true that he can't stop anything?

Fury abruptly raised his head, looking at the sky completely enveloped in a warm yellow halo. His single eye was bloodshot, and his hand holding the sniper rifle trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"Lynn! Come on!"

A deafening roar suddenly exploded in the rain.

Rogers forced his broken body to stand up, using his remaining right arm to support himself on half of the vibranium shield.

He could clearly sense Tony and Fury's near-collapse and knew he had to step up and use his last bit of strength to pull them out of despair.

After all, he should have died in that icy plain more than seventy years ago.

As a "product of the old era," dying on the path of stopping war and protecting others is the best end for him.

As for regrets—

Suddenly, two figures appeared in Rogers' mind, a man and a woman, an obsession he could never let go of in his life.

One was his best brother, Bucky, with whom he grew up in Brooklyn.

They joined the army together and, after many twists and turns, finally fought side by side. However, during the train mission to capture Zola, Bucky fell off a cliff and disappeared without a trace, his fate unknown.

There was another date he had missed for seventy years: the girl who was smiling and waiting for him on the dance floor, Peggy Carter.

Thinking of this, Rogers suddenly let out a heart-stopping roar, and his previously unfocused gaze became firm again.

He straightened his back and looked at Lynn, who walked towards him step by step. Even though he was covered in wounds and had a broken arm bleeding, the determination in his eyes never changed.

If this is his fate, then he will die standing!

Seeing this, Lynn couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly.

As Rogers' fighting spirit grew, even with only one hand remaining, he still assumed a fighting stance, and even his breathing gradually became steady.

Lynn couldn't help but wonder, could this be a sudden burst of power before he dies, using "idealism" to cheat?

Lynn certainly wouldn't give that kind of opportunity to happen.

Captain Marvel could arrive on the battlefield at any moment, and he doesn't have time to waste with Rogers; he must finish the battle quickly.

The quickest way to completely defeat someone is to personally extinguish all their obsessions when they are at their most determined.

Even if this would make Captain America die with regrets, what does it have to do with Lynn?

Immediately, Lynn stopped swinging his battle axe, looked at Rogers in front of him, and spoke softly. His voice was as calm as a deep pool of water, yet it carried a weight that could overturn his life.

"Before you die... let me tell you something you don't know."

"Your good friend Bucky—he's not dead."

Rogers froze on the spot, even his fist, which was tightly gripping the shield, suddenly loosened. His face was filled with utter shock, and he asked in a trembling voice.

"What did you say?"

"I said, Bucky isn't dead, he's still alive."

Lynn's lips curled into a faint smile as he spoke, word by word.

"Do you remember the train mission to capture Zola in 1945?"

"After Bucky fell off the cliff, he didn't die. Instead, he was taken away by a branch of Hydra."

Rogers was visibly shaken, his pupils dilating to their maximum size.

He stared intently into Lynn's eyes, trying to find a trace of a lie, but Lynn's calm eyes remained completely still, showing no sign of deceiving him!

He instinctively stumbled forward, his voice trembling uncontrollably, as he pressed, "Where is he?!"

At this moment, Lynn's smile grew even wider.

He took a small step forward, closing the distance between himself and Rogers, and slowly spoke to the face filled with urgency and obsession.

"He was captured by Hydra and used as material for super soldier experiments. He was eventually successfully modified, but he was also completely brainwashed by Hydra, turning into a killing machine that only knew how to carry out orders, codenamed Winter Soldier."

"Actually—during the seventy years you were asleep, he was being controlled and carried out assassination missions all over the world, but you never knew it."

The moment he finished speaking, Rogers seemed to have all his strength drained away, or as if all his obsessions had been ignited. He took another step forward, his eyes bloodshot, and roared at Lynn.

"I don't believe it! Where is he? Tell me!"

However, in that instant of distraction, Rogers' defenses were completely exposed.

Lynn had been waiting for this moment.

Almost simultaneously, Tony roared with bloodshot eyes, his armor thrusters pushed to maximum power, and charged towards Lynn like a madman, trying to shield Rogers with his body.

Fury also pulled the trigger instantly, and the bullet from the antimatter sniper rifle shot precisely toward Lynn's wrist, which was holding the axe!

But they were still too slow.

The lightning bolts around Lynn exploded instantly, and Tony's armor was struck hard by a thick bolt of lightning, causing the thrusters to shut down instantly, and he was thrown sideways.

The sniper rifle bullets were also annihilated into powder by the lightning in mid-air.

The berserker's axe in his hand instantly drew a cold arc, and meeting Rogers's eyes filled with obsession and urgency, he smiled slightly, not answering his question, but simply mouthing the words to him.

"Let's die with this regret."

The moment the words left his mouth, the axe blade fell.

"Pfft!"

The crisp sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh was particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the rain.

Rogers felt a faint light flash across his vision, and then the world in his eyes suddenly spun and rolled uncontrollably.

Until he heard a soft "plop" sound, his gaze finally settled on that tilted, rain-soaked world, and the increasingly bright warm yellow halo in the sky became the last image in his mind.

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to call out Bucky's name, or perhaps Peggy's, but in the end, no sound came out.

The pupils were completely dilated and lost all their luster.

The broken vibranium shield slipped from his limp hand and fell heavily into the muddy rain, making a dull thud.

"No!!"

"No!! Rogers!!"

Two extremely hoarse howls rang out simultaneously in the street.

Tony staggered, the thrusters on his armor's feet snapped shut, and he crashed heavily to the ground from mid-air.

He didn't even care about the damage to his armor; he just climbed out of the cockpit like a madman, his gaze fixed on Captain America, who was still in an attacking posture even in death, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Fury closed his eyes, his jawline taut, his fists clenched so tightly that the base of his thumb was cracked, and blood dripped down mixed with the rain.

He forcefully suppressed the sob in his throat, the emotions surging in his single eye finally condensing into a barely audible sound.

A heavy sigh.

It seemed that even the heavens were taking pity on Rogers's plight, as the thunder in the sky grew increasingly muffled, and the torrential rain poured down even harder, frantically washing away the blood on the streets, yet it could not dispel the overwhelming sorrow.

Of the original six members of the Avengers—Barton, Natasha, Hulk, and Rogers—four have perished in the battle for the White House.

Thor was far away in Asgard, and on the entire battlefield, only Tony Stark remained, guarding this land soaked in blood.

It was at this moment that...

A deafening explosion, powerful enough to tear through the clouds, suddenly erupted in the sky over Washington!

The warm yellow halo that had enveloped the entire sky for so long instantly swallowed up the whole world!

The torrential rain was instantly evaporated by the terrifying heat the moment it touched the energy field, and even the thick dark clouds in the sky were torn open with a huge gash!

A figure carrying terrifying, world-destroying power broke through the constraints of the atmosphere and crashed into the battlefield of Pennsylvania Avenue like a falling sun!

The moment she fell, the asphalt pavement of the entire street began to crack and melt, and the powerful energy made it difficult for the dying Tony and Fury to even breathe.

The aura belonging to Captain Marvel, Carol Danvers, swept across the entire battlefield like a tsunami.