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Chapter 97 Captain America Rogers, Ideological Clash

As the man's voice faded, the soothing jazz music playing in the coffee shop seemed to freeze for a moment.

Lynn raised her eyes and looked at the man sitting opposite her, her smile undiminished.

A knowing glint flashed in his eyes.

Even well-fitting casual clothes couldn't hide his tall, muscular physique, his signature broad shoulders and narrow waist, and—

That iconic, well-known perky buttocks.

Coupled with that weathered yet still angular face, and the integrity and determination etched into his very bones in his eyes.

Aside from Captain America, Steve Rogers, who has been asleep for seventy years, there is no other like him.

Lynn picked up her coffee cup, took a slow sip, and spoke with a hint of amusement.

"Who would have thought that the renowned Stephen Rogers, hailed as Captain America—would actually come knocking on my door?"

"I thought we would meet some time later, or that it wouldn't be in this quiet setting."

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talking.

Lynn glanced discreetly at the empty street outside the coffee shop to see if there were any other customers.

"Don't worry, it's just me."

Rogers interrupted Lynn's actions, his voice steady and powerful, carrying the decisiveness unique to soldiers.

He ignored the stares from the other guests, staring intently at Lynn, and repeated the question once more.

"You're Lynn, aren't you?"

"Genuine or genuine."

Lynn shrugged and smiled, pointing to the empty seat opposite him.

"Since we're already seated, why don't we have a cup of coffee first?"

Or perhaps—

"You came all this way just to ask me a pointless question?"

"I'm sorry, we don't think we have anything to say."

As for Wang, who was sitting to the side, he put down his fork and wiped his mouth expressionlessly.

His body tensed slightly, and a faint golden magic rune quietly lit up his fingertips as he warily stared at Rogers.

In an instant, his aura transformed from that of a librarian who freeloaded from meals and drinks into that of a top-tier sorcerer from Kamar-Taj.

Although he was authorized by the Ancient One to contact Lynn, it did not mean he was to interfere in these matters.

not to mention----

Kamar-Taj does not interfere in worldly affairs.

I am prepared to leave at any time.

Rogers didn't even glance at Wang; his gaze remained fixed on Lynn without wavering.

After a few seconds of silence.

He spoke slowly, his voice heavy with emotion.

Although he knew the final outcome might not change, as an old-fashioned person who had lived through World War II...

He could not accept Lynn's behavior.

And the result will certainly be another tragedy, with countless lives sacrificed in vain at Lynn's hands.

"I am Steve Rogers."

"Seventy years ago, I led a commando team into a Nazi base and witnessed the most brutal war, and saw countless people lose their families and lives due to violence and lynching."

"I have also seen how those who wield power use high-sounding reasons to commit evil deeds."

His tone was calm, yet carried a heavy weight, a weighty weight of his past experiences that had been tempered by the flames of war.

"I know what Ross did to you."

"I have seen the full transcript of the hearing and know that he framed you, fabricated evidence, and even went so far as to mobilize the army to suppress you."

"His actions have violated military regulations and broken the law."

At this point, Rogers' tone suddenly shifted, revealing undisguised criticism and disapproval.

"But that's not a reason for you to behead him in public."

"And it is certainly not an excuse for you to massacre hundreds of soldiers, lynch judges, and start war after war in New York!"

"Lynn, you trampled on the bottom line of the law with violence and replaced trial with vigilante justice!"

"You publicly chopped off Ross's head, venting your anger in the most extreme way, but did you ever consider the consequences of your actions?"

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed intently on Lynn, his voice filled with heartache.

"You have plunged countless ordinary people into panic and widened the gap between superpowered people and ordinary people."

"You've pushed all other superpowered individuals like yourself to the opposite side of the public!"

"Many of those soldiers were just following orders; they had families, children, yet they all ended up dying by your axe!"

"Even if the perpetrator is guilty, they should be judged by law and restrained by rules, not acted as their own judge, jury, and executioner, wielding an axe!"

His words were delivered with conviction, drawing the attention of the customers who had been secretly observing in the coffee shop.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to even breathe loudly.

In Rogers' eyes, Ross was certainly despicable, but he could not bear to see his fellow countrymen die tragically at Lynn's hands.

Those were people who defended their country, people just like him.

Moreover, he couldn't understand why, based on previous information, he wasn't this kind of person.

At the very least, those who died at Lynn's hands were genuine criminals.

Rogers couldn't understand it.

But Lynn's smile remained unchanged.

He even had the leisure to pick up a fork, fork a piece of cake in front of Wang, and slowly chew it in his mouth.

It was as if Rogers's righteous and stern rebuke was nothing more than an insignificant whisper in his ear.

Only after Rogers finished speaking did he slowly wipe his mouth, look up at the other man, and ask a question in return.

"Are you done talking?"

Before Rogers could continue speaking...

Lynn laughed.

The laughter was laced with undisguised sarcasm.

"My dear captain—you've been sleeping in the ice for seventy years, has it made you stupid too?"

It was just a simple rhetorical question.

Rogers' expression changed.

However, this questioning was within Lynn's expectations.

After all, their thinking was still stuck before World War II, and they hadn't considered the current situation and environment at all.

But these childish words still made him feel ridiculous. Didn't S.H.I.E.L.D. tell Rogers the most crucial reason?

"Law? Trial? Rules?"

Lynn tapped her fingertips lightly on the table.

The sarcasm in his tone grew stronger.

"You're not me, so what gives you the right to stand on your moral high ground and criticize me? Because you sleep longer? Because you have a bigger butt?"

Do you understand the cause and effect of this matter?

"So, your idea is that I should just offer my neck for slaughter, let those people do whatever they want to me, and surrender without resistance?"

"Unable to resist?"

Lynn shook his head, his eyes filled with mockery.

In some ways, Rogers and he are the same kind of people who both want to have their own freedom.

To put it more bluntly, they all share the same underlying selfishness.

If it doesn't jeopardize one's own rights, then everything is fine; helping others is perfectly reasonable.

but----

Anything that threatens oneself is absolutely unacceptable.

With Lynn's counter-question.

The coffee shop also entered a state of tense confrontation.

His words were so powerful that the customers who had been secretly watching in the coffee shop immediately erupted in excitement.

At this moment, sharp-eyed viewers recognized Lynn wearing sunglasses and immediately took out their phones to take pictures like crazy.

After all, no one expected that Lynn would still openly show up in public during the tense situation.

Some people, fearing they would be affected, huddled in their seats, trembling with fear.

Some people pointed at him and whispered that he was a "murderer," but no one dared to take a step forward.

Throughout the coffee shop.

Only Rogers' suppressed breathing remained.

Clearly, Lynn's words left him speechless, choking back everything he wanted to say.

But Lynn's questions didn't end there.

Seeing the embarrassment on Rogers' face, he slowly spoke.

Continue using a harsh, shrill tone.

"When Ross, wielding the power of the Department of Defense, fabricated evidence to frame me, using an innocent little girl as a pretext to try and crucify me on the cross of terrorism—"

"Where is the law you're talking about?"

"That judge took money from Ross and, on the bench at the hearing, twisted the truth, acted superior, and portrayed me as a murderer, trying to destroy me—"

"Where are the rules you're talking about?"

"Hundreds of soldiers were firing at me with guns, rockets and Apache helicopters were bombarding me, trying to blow me to pieces, and then there were those people from S.H.I.E.L.D.—"

"Where is the trial you're talking about?"

Lynn leaned forward slightly.

The atmosphere suddenly tightened, and a chilling killing intent instantly swept through the entire coffee shop, causing the atmosphere to freeze.

What Lynn hated most was this kind of face.

First, suppress the situation, and then gradually change things.

Why should we let him suffer a loss?

This applies to all situations: when you're at a disadvantage, you have to compromise first, and then gradually work your way up.

But he refused.

If you lack the ability, you should naturally swallow your pride and keep quiet.

Unfortunately—he was a capable person.

Lynn, radiating his unique sense of oppression, swept towards this "50/50" guy.

"When they were holding guns and trying to kill me, you didn't step forward to talk about the law, the rules, or the trial?"

"Did anyone stand up immediately?"

"Now that I've dealt with those people who pointed their guns at me, you're the one who jumps out and tells me I shouldn't have killed anyone?"

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"Shouldn't vigilante justice be used?"

"My esteemed Captain America, Steve Rogers, don't you find your argument utterly ridiculous?"

At this point, Rogers' face instantly darkened.

His nonchalant tone made him unconsciously clench his fist under the table.

He opened his mouth, as if to refute something.

But the words stuck in my throat.

During World War II, he witnessed too much of the darkness within the military.

I have also witnessed too much systemic corruption and too many villains who use the rules as a shield.

He knows better than anyone else.

When power and capital collude, the so-called laws and rules sometimes fail to protect innocent people.

He could understand Lynn's anger.

Understandable, but not necessarily agreeable.

"I know the system has loopholes, and the rules are imperfect—but even if the system has problems, we should fix it, not destroy it completely!"

"Using indiscriminate violence to vent anger!"

"You can expose Ross's crimes to the public, you can expose the shady dealings of the hearing to the light of day. As long as you produce evidence, I will help you, and others will stand up!"

"Let those who do evil receive the punishment they deserve."

"You have countless gentler ways to solve the problem, why choose the most extreme one?"

Why must one kill?

Lynn laughed even harder upon hearing this, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, but in the end he could only shake his head helplessly.

There are never standard answers to ideological debates.

Otherwise, the future Avengers Civil War wouldn't have been so devastating, causing the Avengers to split apart.

But what Lynn found most ridiculous was...

The person who would later lead the rejection of the Sokovia Agreement, defy government orders, and stand against the entire world for freedom and principles, is now standing here.

To criticize him based on official rules?

Lynn looked at Rogers as if he were an idiot.

He thought he was upholding justice and life, but he had no idea that the system he was trying so hard to protect was rotten to the core.

What do you think you can change?

But in the end————

He couldn't even protect his best friend.

Shouldn't we give this old fogey some pointers on the current situation and the existing system?

Lynn stopped laughing, sighed deeply, and looked coldly at Rogers, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Help me? Steve, what can you offer to help me?"

"Do you think that if I expose Ross's crimes, he will be punished?"

"You've been sleeping in ice for seventy years, have you forgotten that in this country, generals are never brought to trial for framing an unknown soldier?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"Does he really think he's Captain America?"

"Do you think you can get the White House and the Pentagon to bring down a general who has made great contributions with just a few words?"

Lynn's gaze held an almost cruel clarity that pierced straight into Rogers' heart.

"Besides, you can't even protect your best friend, and you can't even clear his name of the grievances he suffered. What makes you think you can help me?"

"Take your vibranium shield?"

The moment the word "Paki" was uttered.

Rogers' expression suddenly changed drastically!

He suddenly stood up, causing the chair to slide backward with a screeching sound.

He stared intently at Lynn, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock, and a hint of barely concealed panic.

"How do you know Bucky? You investigated him!"

Bucky Barnes.

He was Rogers' lifelong best friend.

The brother he thought had died in World War II was also the softest and most untouchable part of his heart.

After he regained consciousness, he searched through all the military files but found no clues about Bucky.

How could this man know Bucky?

"Don't get so excited, Captain."

Lynn leaned back in his chair and waved his hand.

His tone was casual.

"I have no interest in him, nor do I have the time or inclination to investigate him."

"I'm just giving an example."

"If it were him, would you go against the entire world for him and lead the way in rejecting so-called rules and agreements?"

"I would do it for him—"

"Would you personally shatter everything you're currently upholding?"

"You only achieved your current success and abilities because of a chance encounter with someone else's research findings—a super soldier serum. Without these—"

"What ability and influence do you have to uphold these principles?"

Rogers stood frozen in place, every muscle in his body tense.

But Lynn's words —

But it struck him like a heavy hammer blow.

Finally, Rogers fell into a long silence.

The coffee shop fell completely silent, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the street outside the window.

And there was the subtle sound of Wang eating the cake bite by bite.

He seemed completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere before him, and continued to finish the remaining cake on his plate.

It was as if even if the sky were to fall, it wouldn't stop him from enjoying his dessert.

Much later.

Rogers slowly loosened his clenched fists and sat down again. The shock in his eyes gradually faded, leaving only deep complexity and heaviness.

"I don't care what you know. I understand what you've been through and your anger at being betrayed, but I cannot condone your actions, and I cannot stand by and watch you continue to kill indiscriminately."

Rogers' voice regained its calmness, but carried an undeniable firmness.

"Lynn, stop."

"Stop now, there's still a chance to salvage the situation."

"If you continue like this, more innocent people will die, and the situation will spiral completely out of control."

"Stop?"

Lynn raised an eyebrow.

It was as if they had heard something unbelievable.

"Captain, you've got something wrong."

"From beginning to end, it was never me who started the trouble. It was Ross, it was S.H.I.E.L.D., it was that group in Washington who repeatedly put a knife to my throat, and I—was just fighting back."

"You have your rules, and I have mine."

Speaking of which...

Lynn's gaze suddenly turned cold.

"My rules are very simple. You should have already seen my information. In short, I do not accept any compromises!"

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"Anyone who provokes me will only meet their end in death."

"These are my rules, and they will never change."

Looking at the resolute look in Lynn's eyes, Rogers finally understood that he shouldn't have come, nor should he have had any expectations.

They are two completely different people, adhering to two completely different bottom lines.

He could never persuade Lynn to give up violence, and Lynn could never accept the rules and procedural justice he upheld.

He slowly stood up, gave Lynn a deep look, and his voice carried a final warning.

"Since you refuse to stop, I have no choice but to stop you in my own way."

"If you continue to kill indiscriminately and continue to trample on life and rules with violence, I will stop you at all costs."

"Trying to stop me?"

Lynn's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Then bring your friends along."

"I'll be waiting at the Fisker Building, ready to go anytime."

"But let me remind you, Rogers—"

Lynn's gaze swept over the empty space beside him, where his vibranium shield should have been.

"Don't be like Rose—"

"He even lost his life."

Rogers didn't say another word, but gave Lynn a deep look, then turned and strode out of the coffee shop.

The tense atmosphere in the café only began to dissipate slowly after his figure completely disappeared at the end of the street.

Lynn suddenly had an idea.

Rogers came today with the intention of stopping him, and then Bucky's past was exposed—

Will the existing civil war still occur?

Will Rogers and Tony split again?