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Chapter 91: Verdict on S.H.I.E.L.D., Target Barton (Seeking monthly votes!)

On the streets of Manhattan.

The air was thick with the lingering smell of gunpowder and blood.

Lynn walked slowly in the middle of the road.

His tattered suit was already soaked in blood, and the dried bloodstains had congealed into dark brown lumps on the fabric.

Frank followed silently beside him, his left arm hanging awkwardly at his side, a shotgun in his hand.

Its scarlet eyes scanned every shadow on both sides of the street warily, like the most loyal hunting dogs.

They are always on guard against any possible surprise attack.

The entire street was eerily quiet.

The doors and windows of the shops facing the street were tightly closed.

The once bustling main thoroughfares of Manhattan are now deserted, with not a single vehicle or person in sight.

Only in the gaps between the windows of the tall buildings on both sides.

Countless eyes are peeking out furtively.

Looking at the blood-soaked man in the middle of the street, their eyes were filled with fear and apprehension, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

No one dared to step forward.

No one dared to stop them.

No one dared to make a sound.

Everyone was trying to avoid these two "plague gods" who were walking recklessly on the road.

I was terrified of what would happen next.

The cold axe fell on their heads.

Several hundred meters behind him.

A long line of military armored vehicles followed at a leisurely pace, their bodies bearing the insignia of the U.S. Army's elite divisions.

Even the army, which is hailed as the world's strongest, only dared to stay far away at this moment.

dare not approach.

Lynn glanced back.

He couldn't help but chuckle.

Is this the so-called world's number one elite army?

In his eyes, it was like a joke.

If it weren't for force majeure—

He does want to settle the historical accounts.

He then said in a teasing tone.

"Followed all the way—"

"You only dare to watch from a few hundred meters away?"

"Is this all the aces the Pentagon keeps?"

"Don't you intend to avenge your compatriots?"

however.

The moment the words fell.

The armored vehicle convoy behind them came to an instant stop.

Not a single car dared to move forward even half a meter.

Upon seeing this.

Lynn's laughter grew increasingly grating.

He then ignored the group of cowards.

I walked steadily along Fifth Avenue toward the Fisker Building.

He just brazenly drove recklessly down the main streets of Manhattan.

There was no attempt to conceal anything.

There was no attempt to hide.

It was as if he had not just publicly executed a wanted criminal who was a high-ranking military officer, but rather was a monarch inspecting his own territory.

Not a single policeman dared to step forward and block the way.

No unit dared to step forward and confront them.

The two continued until they reached the Fisker Building.

The elite unit that had been following them all the way remained a few blocks away, not daring to take another step forward.

The top floor of the Fisker Building.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It's a vibrant night view of Manhattan.

The lights were dazzling and the neon signs were flashing.

However, the streets surrounding the building were as quiet as ghost towns, with not a trace of their usual hustle and bustle.

Lynn sat in her office chair.

He spent almost the entire afternoon waiting for "their" revenge.

Whether it's Fury or the country.

But unexpectedly—

The Fisker Building was eerily quiet.

The surrounding area became eerily quiet.

It's like a restricted area stationed in New York.

No one dared to cross this forbidden land.

That is, at this time.

Lin Encai finally managed to free his mind.

Look at the reward for the ninth round of the system task that has been unlocked.

[The Ultimate Power of the God-King Noxus: Noxian Guillotine (Skill)]

[Noxus Guillotine: Effect]

Effect 1: Unleash a powerful slash on the target, dealing massive true damage (Cooldown: 30 minutes/

Second-rate)】

[Effect 2: If the target has 5 stacks of the [Blood Rage] passive, the damage of this skill will be doubled; and after killing the target, the skill cooldown will be refreshed, and the target will remain at full stacks of Blood Rage for 10 seconds.]

Holy crap!

The cooldown is refreshed, perfectly replicating the game's signature finishing move, and synergizes well with the Bloodrage passive...

This skill is practically tailor-made for large-scale team battles!

Give him a low-health target, and he can turn the entire battlefield into his slaughterhouse by using the Guillotine spawn.

Lynn blurted it out, utterly excited.

Start with his mission in his first action round.

What you get is a bunch of props.

Now, he finally has his first skill.

And it's the Noxian Guillotine!

The only thing that Lynn felt was a little lacking was—

The missing items are the Bloodthirster and the Azure Dragon Blade, which are perfect for this skill.

He then continued scrolling down.

Looking towards the reward for the second phase of the mission, which I hadn't had a chance to check yet: [Wolf King (To be Hatched)]

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[Wolf King (To be hatched)]

[Effect: Derived from the bloodline of Fenrir the Great Wolf in Noxian legends, it requires the blood of powerful beings to incubate. The higher the quality and quantity of blood absorbed, the stronger the hatched wolf king will be, and the higher its growth potential will be.]

[Upon reaching adulthood, it can transform into a 100-meter-long giant wolf, possessing the ability to tear through space and devour energy. It is absolutely loyal to its host and shares the host's [Blood Rage] passive effect.]

[Description: Noxus awaits you in this world to become a true king, forging your throne with blood!]

Ghostly————

Is this the "large seminal vesicle"?

Lynn looked at the introduction and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

Fenrir the Giant Wolf?

Isn't that Hela's mount?

That demonic wolf from Norse mythology, capable of devouring heaven and earth.

And this effect—

Hatched from the blood of the strong, the more it consumes, the stronger it becomes.

That does align with Noxus's law of the jungle.

It's a pretty good thing.

Lynn couldn't help but chuckle.

External pressure forced him to commit murder.

The system's rewards also compelled him to commit murder.

It seems this person absolutely must be killed.

He then looked at the giant egg lying in the system.

It was a giant egg that was completely black and covered with dark red patterns, and there was even a faint heartbeat coming from its surface.

It carries a primal, violent aura.

Both of these rewards are great things.

This was key to his subsequent confrontation with Fury.

then.

Lynn looked up at Frank, who was standing in front of the desk.

He spoke in a flat tone.

"Our troubles are just beginning."

"I cut off Ross's head in public, using the most humiliating method to trample the face of the Eagle government into the ground."

"Their retaliation will only be more brutal than we imagine, a fight to the death."

He leaned back in his chair.

He tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

This is why Lynn didn't go back to Tribeca's apartment.

That place was like a "bold" place.

Anyone can come and go as they please, knocking on the door.

In addition, he did not prepare any defensive measures there.

It is far less secure than the Fisker Building.

After all, he's still here [controlling the ward].

[Effect: Detects hostile individuals within a 100-meter radius; enemies cannot evade detection.]

That's why he chose to come back here.

This is also a message to the entire United States.

The revenge was that "the others are right here, waiting for them at any moment."

of course.

It can prevent infiltrating agents and potential enemies.

It cannot defend against missiles coming from afar.

However, Lynn didn't care at all.

He dared to stay here openly, so he was never afraid of missiles from the White House and the Pentagon.

If someone were to actually launch a missile at downtown Manhattan, he wouldn't be the one going crazy first.

It was the people of New York who were affected.

It is the capitalist class of the entire United States.

Frank fell into a brief silence upon hearing this.

He deliberately shot the little girl in an attempt to leave a final sliver of room for reconciliation between Lynn and the authorities.

But now that Lynn has publicly beheaded Ross, that last shred of hope has been completely gone.

But it's okay.

From the day he decided to follow Lynn.

He never thought of turning back.

If Lynn were to bring about an unprecedented reform to this corrupt world—

Then he was willing to be the knife in Lynn's hand.

Be his most loyal executioner!

Lynn: ————So we're brothers?

"No matter who comes, or how many people there are—"

"I will not show any mercy."

A simple response conveyed all his thoughts.

Lynn looked at his expressionless face.

A warm feeling welled up inside me.

He stood up, walked over to Frank, and patted his uninjured right shoulder.

The concern in his tone.

I won't say much more about how touching it is.

"Tell me, what exactly happened to your injury?"

"I sent you to deal with that court official, and what happened on your way back?"

According to Frank's account.

Lynn then understood what was going on.

Last night, after Frank took care of the court commissioner, he was on his way back to the hearing.

But Patton discovered their trail.

Patton first pressed him relentlessly, driving him all the way to the outskirts of the city, until the two were forced to fight.

Patton, relying on the Quinjet's high-altitude advantage, relentlessly pursued and intercepted him.

Even though Frank had been modified by the [Source of the Plague], his physical strength and reaction speed far exceeded those of ordinary humans.

Faced with top sniper Patton and the heavy firepower suppression of Quinjet fighters, they could only flee in disarray.

His left arm was dislocated by the shockwave of the explosion while he was dodging the missile, and he also suffered many other wounds.

After hearing what happened...

The smile on Lynn's face gradually faded, leaving only a cold killing intent in his eyes.

"Barton".

He murmured the name under his breath, his tone cold.

Lynn had originally intended to leave some room for maneuver.

At least it wasn't to the point where it was absolutely necessary to die.

But now————

Then there's no need to hold back.

Frank was willing to bear the infamy for him, and even almost fell into Patton's hands.

If he doesn't avenge his subordinates even after all this...

Why bother being a boss?

Let's start with Patton, it's a fight to the death.

Don't worry—

"The next time we meet will be the day he dies."

"Even if Fury stands in his way, he must die."

SHIELD.

A branch medical center in New York.

In the corridor outside the intensive care unit.

The atmosphere was as oppressive as solidified cement.

Fury stood in front of the glass window, looking at the wounded lying side by side inside, his eyes filled with gloom.

His face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

In the ward.

Rhodes lay on the innermost bed, suffering from multiple fractures and severe internal organ damage, and remained in a deep coma.

This includes the long axe mark on his chest.

It pierced straight through his entire chest.

Will he wake up?

It all depends on the next 48 hours, the critical period.

Tony's Mark VI armor is completely destroyed.

He suffered multiple soft tissue contusions all over his body, accompanied by a severe concussion, and is currently unconscious.

He also made painful groans from time to time.

When Natasha was casually thrown by Lynn, she hit a pillar and suffered a minor spinal fracture.

He was also lying in the hospital bed, unable to move.

Barton, who took the full force of Lynn's kick, had his chest cavity deeply caved in, his spine broken, and his internal organs ruptured.

He was lying in a hospital bed receiving oxygen, his face as pale as paper.

Even more ironically...

In the next ward lay "Hateful Bronsky," who had lost an arm and was covered in injuries.

This monster was supposed to be their enemy.

Now he lies in the same medical center as the Avengers, suffering the same fate as Lynn, who crippled him.

They lost this hearing battle completely.

The hearing was a bloodbath, with hundreds of elite soldiers dying on the spot and various heavy weapons and armored vehicles destroyed.

Almost everyone from S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers was seriously injured.

Their target was Lynn.

Yet, unharmed, they brazenly moved into the Fisk Building, without even bothering to hide.

This was the most devastating defeat S.H.I.E.L.D. had ever suffered since its inception.

This was also the deadliest single incident in modern American history in terms of military casualties.

Lynn's arrival cast a thick shadow over the skies of the Eagle Nation.

Fury looked at the scene in the ward.

He only snapped back to reality when the cigar burned to the end and burned his fingers.

Frustrated, he stubbed out his cigarette in the trash can.

In his mind.

Only one persistent problem remains.

Who else can stop Lynn?

Who can stop this lawless man?

What troubles him even more is the deteriorating relationship between the two sides.

Lynn's public beheading of Ross was tantamount to a complete break with the US government and S.H.I.E.L.D.

So, the White House and the Pentagon will only have one demand: get rid of Lynn at all costs.

Just as Fury was getting agitated.

"Chief."

Coulson strode over, holding a document in his hand, his expression equally grave.

"Urgent communication from the Security Council."

"They've called three times already, and there's a closed-door meeting in Washington that starts in ten minutes. They require your attendance."

Fury waved his hand, his voice hoarse.

"I'm not going. I've cancelled everything."

"But Chief—"

"I said I'm canceling!"

Fury turned his head abruptly, his eyes filled with hostility.

"What good will it do to go to Washington, to the Security Council, except to listen to a bunch of idiots yelling about war?"

"If a full-scale war breaks out, do you think our limited forces can stop Lynn?"

"The entire Manhattan will become a battlefield, and how many innocent people will die?!"

Coulson immediately shut his mouth and said no more.

Looking at the scene before him, Fury took a deep breath.

After he hesitated several times.

He suppressed the anger in his heart.

He whispered the order to Coulson.

"Go and get ready."

"A contingency plan for 'activating the Avengers' program.'"

"Go to the frozen base and awaken the old man who has fallen into a deep sleep."

"Also, find a way to contact Dr. Banner and tell him that Ross, who has been trying to capture him, is dead."

"Now, S.H.I.E.L.D. needs him back."

Fury had to consider the worst-case scenario.

They never even imagined that the reason they gathered their forces was to deal with a native Earthling.

If it really triggers a full-scale war.

And what if Washington and those idiots in the Security Council...

Then he must be fully prepared.

Even if this is not the situation he wanted to see.

He also needs to have a trump card to compete with Lynn.

Just then, Coulson's communicator suddenly rang.

He answered the phone, listened for a few minutes, and his expression changed drastically.

He looked up at Fury and said urgently.

"Chief! Surveillance footage shows that Frank left the Fisker Building, heading towards the Southern District Courthouse in Manhattan."

"It seems they went to see the presiding judge who testified against Lynn at the hearing!"

Upon hearing this, Fury was taken aback.

He then slammed his fist into the wall.

He finally couldn't hold back and started cursing.

"Fuck you! You damn bastard!"

These are not issues of self-centered personality.

It was an absolute display of extreme tension!

They killed hundreds of soldiers, publicly executed a general, and now they openly reside right under my nose.

They couldn't even be bothered to hide it.

We haven't killed enough people yet; we'll keep killing!

Lynn is forcing them to go to war!

They were as if they were afraid Lynn wouldn't run away after killing someone!

Fury knew it all too well.

Lynn, this thorn in his side, was openly and brazenly planted in the Fisker Building in the heart of Manhattan.

Like a fuse, it is constantly provoking the nerves of the White House, the Pentagon, and the American people.

Before long, the higher-ups will be completely enraged, and even he won't be able to stop the order for a full-scale war.

"Prepare the car."

Fury gritted his teeth and gave the order to Coulson.

"Go to Washington immediately."

"I must warn those idiots that they absolutely cannot let anger cloud their judgment! The consequences of starting a war would be unimaginable!"

And on the top floor of the Fisker Building, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Lynn stood with his hands in his pockets, gazing quietly at the Manhattan night view outside the window.

The war ended.

No troops dared to surround them, no missiles were fired, and not even a single person dared to come and shout.

Looking out the window, the streets surrounding the building were deserted, not a single extra car in sight, eerily quiet.

-

But it was within Lynn's field of vision.

Those seemingly deserted street corners, those shadows of tall buildings, those windows of the opposite building—all are filled with enemies.

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., military snipers, and lurking special forces—they were everywhere.

The entire Fisker Building was completely surrounded by people.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

But Lynn dared not relax for even a moment.

He knew that the peace was only temporary.

The real storm has only just begun to brew.

Even S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't know these things.

Captain America hasn't appeared yet, and Hulk hasn't returned.

Not to mention Kamar-Taj, whose situation is still unclear to him.

He has many enemies to face.

There are many people who need to be killed.

Lynn was already prepared.

Although he has already revealed a lot of his abilities and trump cards, once he starts this, he will continue to fight.

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( ) — AC