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Chapter 92 New Enemies: The Frozen Old Man and the Raging Giant

Late that night.

Courthouse staff quarters in the South Side of Manhattan.

The streets were eerily quiet at two in the morning, with only the streetlights casting a dim yellow light that stretched the shadows of the trees into long, distorted shapes.

The residents of the entire residential compound were already fast asleep, except for one judge's office, where a light was still on.

A dark figure, like a ghost, quickly ascended along the shadows of the stairwell without making a sound.

Frank's left arm was still bandaged.

He forcibly put the dislocated joint back in place, and even the slightest exertion caused excruciating pain.

Yet his steps remained terrifyingly steady, his right hand gripping the shotgun, his knuckles always on the trigger.

There was not a ripple in his eyes, only extreme coldness.

He bypassed all the surveillance cameras in the hallway and quietly dealt with the two plainclothes security guards at the entrance.

It didn't even make the two of them scream.

When he pried open the solid wood door of the office with tools.

Inside, the presiding judge was frantically stuffing hearing documents into the shredder.

I heard the door open!

The judge shuddered and turned around abruptly!

Upon seeing Frank holding a shotgun at the door, he instantly turned pale and slumped into his office chair.

"Who—who are you?!"

"What do you want to do?!"

"Security! Security!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, but after shouting for a long time, there was no response from outside. Despair overwhelmed him instantly.

Because he had already fled into the crowd at the very beginning of the hearing, he had no idea that Frank would arrive later.

There was no time to learn about the details of that battle.

All he knew was that Lynn had won.

And he was dying soon.

Frank walked in slowly, closed the door behind him, and pointed the shotgun steadily at the presiding judge's head.

His voice was hoarse.

"How much money did Ross pay you to fabricate evidence at the hearing and frame Mr. Lynn?"

"It's Rose! Rose forced me into this!"

Without a second thought, he immediately shifted the blame.

Tears and snot streamed down my face.

"He threatened me with my family! If I didn't comply, he would kill my wife and children!"

"I was forced into this! Please, let me go!"

"I can testify in court! I can testify against all of Ross's crimes! Please—"

He begged for mercy incoherently.

He quietly reached for the emergency alarm button under the table.

But his finger had just touched the button.

Frank lowered the muzzle of his gun.

A gunshot rang out.

The bullet grazed his palm and hit the floor.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

The presiding judge let out a scream, his face turning deathly pale instantly.

When he opened his eyes wide and looked at his palm.

His entire hand and arm were blasted into pieces.

The ground was littered with bits of meat and bones.

"No—no! My hand—where is my hand!"

But Frank ignored the piercing wail.

Imagine a heartless machine.

Frank took a step forward.

The gun was pointed at his forehead again.

"A list of everyone involved in framing him."

Give it to me, and I'll give you a quick death.

Seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, the presiding judge finally realized that he was doomed to die today, no matter what.

He slumped in the chair, his face ashen.

He endured the excruciating pain.

Trembling, he took a list out of the drawer.

The document was filled with names of witnesses who committed perjury at the hearings and jury members who accepted bribes.

There were also court officials who colluded with Ross in framing him.

Just as Frank reached for the list, the office's floor-to-ceiling window was suddenly smashed to pieces!

"Put down your gun, Frank!"

Coulson's voice suddenly rang out.

More than a dozen elite S.H.I.E.L.D. agents burst through the window, their dark gun barrels instantly pointed at Frank.

At the same time, the office door was blown open, and more than a dozen Delta Force soldiers rushed in in tactical formation.

The heavy machine gun's muzzle was firmly locked onto Frank.

In just one second.

Frank was caught in a trap.

Coulson slowly walked out from behind the agents, looking at Frank who was surrounded, without a trace of smugness on his face.

There is only deep regret.

"Frank, we knew you were after him."

"Chief Fury told me to wait for you here, using the judge as bait to lure you in, but I didn't expect you to actually come."

"Listen to me, don't follow Lynn down the same path to ruin."

"You're a hero, Frank."

"You've only punished the wicked who deserved it, but Lynn is different; he's completely out of control now."

Coulson’s tone was gentle, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

"Put down your gun and come with me."

"We can let bygones be bygones. You don't need to risk your life for Lynn."

however.

He responded to him.

Only Frank's cold, raised gun barrel.

He remained completely calm, and even with dozens of guns pointed at him, he never showed any sign of retreating.

"I choose my own path."

"Whether Lynn lost control or there are too many people in this world who need to be punished—you know the answer yourself."

I've heard that...

"Stubborn and obstinate."

The regret on Coulson's face gradually faded.

In the end, he shook his head helplessly.

"Everyone, non-lethal weapons, leave them alive."

The moment the order was given, gunfire erupted!

Frank suddenly turned sideways and hid behind the desk.

The shotgun fired instantly, and two bullets blasted out, sending the two agents at the front flying.

Using the desk as cover, he precisely pulled the trigger, and with each shot, an agent was rendered incapacitated.

However, his left arm injury had not yet healed, so his movements were a fraction slower, and the enemy had too many people and too much firepower.

Within ten seconds, two new wounds appeared on his body; his bulletproof vest was torn open by stray bullets, and blood instantly seeped out.

Seeing how fearless he was despite his injuries, Coulson gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind.

"Switch to heavy weapons!"

"Suppressive firepower! Don't give him a chance to breathe!"

Two grenade launchers blasted towards the desk in an instant!

Boom!

A violent explosion rang out.

The solid wood desk was instantly shattered, and wood chips and dust filled the entire office.

Frank was thrown back by the shockwave of the explosion, crashing to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The shotgun in his hand flew out.

Upon seeing this.

Dozens of agents immediately rushed forward, their guns pointed at Frank, who was lying on the ground.

They looked completely surrounded.

Coulson walked over slowly, looked at Frank who was covered in wounds and unable to resist, and sighed.

"It's over, Frank."

"Considering your special circumstances, the person sent this time is—"

But no sooner had he finished speaking than...

A terrifying pressure descended from the sky in an instant.

Lynn's figure resembled a knight protecting all living beings.

It crashed down with a thud in the center where Frank was trapped!

Boom!

A terrifying shockwave emanated from him and spread wildly in all directions.

All the agents and soldiers present were completely stunned.

They were blasted into the air by this enormous force.

Finally, it crashed heavily to the ground.

For a moment, everyone fainted.

Frank's eyes narrowed.

This ability —

He saw it back in the Battle of Hudson Estuary!

The person who came was Lynn!

Only dust remained in the open space as it slowly settled.

Coulson was also thrown into the air by the shockwave and fell into a daze.

Until three seconds later.

He barely managed to steady himself.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and horror.

Lynn—why is she here?!

He didn't look at Coulson, who was frozen in place, but walked slowly to Frank, bent down and helped him up.

"Can you still walk?"

Frank coughed up blood and nodded.

Immediately.

Lynn turned to look at Coulson and chuckled softly.

[Heroes Arrive]

【Effect 1: Allows the user to fly through the air to a teammate's side, and within a 50-meter radius of the landing point, there is a forced knockback effect, triggering a 0.5-3 second forced stun upon landing (depending on willpower)】

[Effect 2: Grants friendly units within range a 30% damage reduction for 30 seconds (affected by the user's own damage)]

However, he did not take advantage of this opportunity to make a move.

Instead, he took a cell phone that was on a call from Frank's pocket and waved it in front of Coulson.

"He's been on the phone ever since he left the house."

"I originally intended to record these people's last words, but I never expected—to find you instead."

"But it's alright, having you as an audience member is fine too."

Coulson's expression changed.

This was a situation he hadn't anticipated.

And the next scene—

Even he, a seasoned agent, couldn't help but shudder.

In Coulson's line of sight.

Lynn helped Frank stand in the corner.

Holding the battle axe, he slowly turned around.

He walked step by step toward the agents and soldiers who had been stunned and were just regaining consciousness.

With a swift movement, the axe fell.

One after another.

The sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh and bone was so clear in the open space that it sent chills down one's spine.

Lynn moved quickly.

The jump and landing occurred without the slightest pause.

With each swing of the battle axe, a head inevitably falls to the ground, and blood instantly soaks the earth.

Each kill refreshes the cooldown.

In the eyes of these ordinary people.

It turned into a one-sided massacre.

Coulson stood frozen in place, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

He watched helplessly as his elite agents and battle-hardened special forces soldiers fell one after another to Lynn's axe, unable to even utter a complete scream.

Only by witnessing Lynn's axe fall and heads roll can one understand what true fear is.

In just over ten seconds.

In the open space, besides him, Lynn, and Frank, there were others.

There was also a judge who was dragged out and fainted from fright.

There was no one left standing alive.

Lynn casually flicked the blood off the axe blade, his gaze finally settling on Coulson.

Coulson shuddered.

He instinctively gripped the pistol at his waist.

But he knew in his heart that his abilities were no different from those of an ant in front of Lynn.

Then he closed his eyes, preparing himself for death.

The anticipated attack did not materialize.

Lynn simply reached into his pocket, pulled out his work phone, and dialed Fury's number.

The phone rang only once before it was answered instantly.

At the closed-door meeting in Washington, Fury hid in the break room of the conference room, his voice filled with barely concealed anxiety.

"How's it going? Did they catch Frank?"

Lynn held his phone and a cigar, speaking in a flat tone.

"What—are you not welcoming me?"

The other end of the phone fell into dead silence.

A few seconds later.

Fury's voice suddenly tightened.

"Lynn?! Where's Coulson?"

"What did you do to him?"

"Don't worry, he's still alive."

Lynn chuckled softly.

His gaze swept over Coulson, who stood frozen in place.

"I'm just someone who came to pick me up."

"But you, Fury, using a judge as bait to ambush my men, isn't that a bit underhanded?"

Fury's chest heaved violently as he forcibly suppressed his inner rage, took a deep breath, and asked in a low voice.

"Lynn, what exactly do you want?"

"What exactly do I need to do for you to stop?"

"Stop this senseless massacre?"

Lynn chuckled as if she had heard a joke.

"Stop?"

"The presiding judge is dead, or rather, about to die."

"Tomorrow, news of his death, along with the list of all those who framed me at the hearing, will spread throughout the United States."

"I want to add fuel to the fire in the aftermath of this battle."

"You're insane!"

Fury finally couldn't hold back and roared into the phone.

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Will you not stop until everyone involved in this is dead?"

Do you know what you're doing?

"Do you want to face everyone alone?"

however.

I could hear the anxious tone coming from the other end of the phone.

Lynn answered casually.

"Bingo, you got it right."

"Those who participated in framing me must pay the price."

"Rose was just the first, this is the second, and next—no one on the list will escape."

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"And you, Fury, pass on a message—"

Speaking of which...

Lynn's tone suddenly turned icy.

"From this day forward, I will no longer hold back against S.H.I.E.L.D."

"There are some consequences you must bear. Next time we meet, I'll start with Patton—"

"Get ready."

The words fell.

Lynn hung up the phone immediately.

He casually tossed the phone back to Coulson.

"Get lost."

Lynn raised her chin.

"Go back and tell Fury that if he wants war, I'm ready anytime. Don't send these small fry to their deaths; they're not enough for me to kill."

Coulson looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, then at Lynn's cold eyes.

His lips moved, but in the end he said nothing.

Gritting his teeth, he turned and left.

Meanwhile, in the break room of the closed-door meeting in Washington.

As Fury listened to the dial tone, he slammed his fist against the wall, his eyes filled with helplessness and rage.

His last hope—

Lynn's phone call shattered my spirit completely.

Inside the conference room, the roars of the councilors continued, demanding that he immediately mobilize all his forces to kill Lynn.

He had been desperately trying to negotiate and buy some room for maneuver, but now Lynn's actions—

They completely blocked all escape routes.

He slowly closed his eyes and sighed wearily.

War is now inevitable.

Not surprisingly.

The next morning.

The massacre at the courthouse last night was captured on film, with crystal clear footage.

Most importantly, Lynn had absolutely no intention of hiding anything and openly went to kill people.

Meanwhile, the hashtags #LynnPurgeJudge #NewYorkSerialAssassinations# surged to the top of global trending topics at an alarming pace.

Top of the list.

The related topics immediately went viral across all social media platforms.

The full inside story of the hearing.

The irrefutable evidence of Hopkins accepting bribes and fabricating evidence, along with a list of all the officials involved in the framing, has been exposed online.

Public opinion instantly polarized.

Some people called Lynn a blood-stained terrorist and demanded that the military kill him immediately.

Some people also fervently praise Lynn, calling him a lone hero who eradicated judicial corruption and the one who tore away the fig leaf of the American justice system.

The entire city of New York was gripped by fear.

Manhattan's wealthy residents moved out of the city overnight, fearing they would be affected by Lynn's purge.

And the White House in Washington.

An emergency closed-door meeting has just ended.

All members of parliament unanimously passed the highest-level kill order against Lynn.

The Pentagon and S.H.I.E.L.D. were authorized to use any means necessary, regardless of the cost, to kill Lynn.

There is no room for negotiation or de-escalation.

This is a kill order.

This completely blocked all of Fury's options for easing the situation.

And S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fury looked at the instructions that had been faxed over.

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

His communicator kept ringing.

The frozen base, Quinjet formations, and communications connections to various S.H.I.E.L.D. offices around the world were integrated.

He had nowhere left to retreat.

"Notify all combat units to be on high alert."

Fury gritted his teeth and gave a deep, stern order into the communicator.

"Get ready—"

Arctic, frozen base.

The thick ice layer was slowly broken apart.

In the temperature-controlled medical pod, Steve Rogers, who had been asleep for seventy years, slowly opened his eyes.

In the room outside the medical room, Coulson placed a thick stack of documents in front of him.

It contains footage of the entire hearing battle, a video of Lynn beheading Ross in public, and photos of the courtroom massacre last night.

And all of Lynn's information.

Steve sat in the chair.

I read through all the content without saying a word.

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He put down the tablet, and his well-defined knuckles slowly tightened around the Shock Shield that had always been with him.

Those eyes had experienced the baptism of war and knew the disasters that violence could bring.

We cannot tolerate anyone using absolute power to wantonly trample on the law and the lives of innocent people.

In his eyes, Lynn's actions were nothing short of thuggish.

Steve did not hesitate at all.

"This man named Lynn disregarded the rules, killed wantonly, and trampled on the law and life with violence."

"I will go to New York to stop this thug who disregards the rules."

In a remote slum clinic in Kolkata, India.

Dr. Banner frowned deeply as he looked at the news from New York and the email from Fury on his phone.

He watched the video of Lynn beheading Ross in public, feeling a mix of emotions.

He hates Ross.

He hated this madman who drove him to the brink of exile in his research on the Super Soldier Serum.

Ross is dead; he should be happy.

But as he watched the rivers of blood Lynn had caused, the soldiers dying tragically, slaughtering indiscriminately without any restraint—

But my heart was filled with struggle.

He despised the hypocrisy and pretentiousness of the authorities, but he also couldn't condone Lynn's approach of solving everything with violence.

He knew all too well the consequences of losing control of power; he himself was the best example.

The sunlight streamed in through the window.

Banner remained silent for a long time before finally picking up the backpack from the table and leaving the clinic.

He looked up at the flights to New York in the sky, and finally took a step and walked towards the airport.

The landscape of New York has completely changed.

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