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Chapter 98 Lynn: Gentlemen, I love war!

No one could answer Lynn's curiosity about the future course of the civil war.

Watching Rogers's figure turn the corner and disappear completely from sight, the tense atmosphere in the coffee shop finally began to dissipate as that figure left.

But this calm lasted for less than two seconds.

The guests, recognizing Lynn's identity, finally snapped out of their extreme repression and rushed toward the coffee shop's door, screaming and shoving.

Tables and chairs were knocked over and scattered, the sounds of breaking cups and plates, panicked screams, and chaotic footsteps mingled together.

In just over ten seconds, the coffee shop, which was originally full of people, was left with only Lynn, Wang, and a mess on the floor.

"Sigh...why does everyone treat me like a man-eating monster?"

Lynn looked at the empty coffee shop and the passersby hiding on the street corner outside the window, secretly taking pictures with their phones, and shook her head with a wry smile.

I picked up the coffee on the table, which had gone cold, and took a sip.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the piercing sound of police sirens came from both ends of the street, growing louder as they approached, finally stopping at the entrance of the coffee shop.

Within minutes, all the shops on the street had pulled down their roller shutters, and the once bustling street was instantly emptied.

The streets were completely blocked by black SUVs. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, dressed in black combat suits and armed with guns, formed a tactical formation to completely block off the entire street. The dark muzzles of their guns were all pointed in the direction of the coffee shop.

Seeing this, Lynn showed no sign of nervousness. Instead, she chuckled and leisurely leaned back in her wicker chair, continuing to sip her coffee and quietly observing the group's tense demeanor.

Although the feeling of being completely hostile was not pleasant, he was quite happy to accept this "solemn" treatment from the authorities.

After all, he had killed so many people; what he wanted was this deep-seated fear.

Just as Lynn was wondering with great interest whether Fury would come in person or send someone else,

Wang, sitting opposite, finally finished the last bite of Black Forest cake on his plate, let out a loud burp, and looked at Lynn with a helpless expression.

"See? I told you nothing good would come of being with you." Wang wiped the cream from the corner of his mouth, his tone full of complaints.

"Now look what's happened, I've been forced into your mess too. These agents probably already consider me one of your accomplices."

"What if they attack me?"

"Karmar-Taj's principle is to stay out of worldly disputes, Mr. Lynn, you'd better stop these people and don't let them get involved."

Lynn's face instantly darkened.

Good grief, I ate and drank for free all afternoon, watched the whole thing as a spectator, and now I'm trying to shirk all responsibility.

This guy was so submissive under Gu Yanyi's nose, but why is he becoming more and more unrestrained in front of me?

However, before Lynn could speak, a familiar figure walked through the layers of barricades and slowly approached the table in the coffee shop.

Phil Coulson.

He was still wearing a sharp black suit, with his signature gentle smile barely visible on his face, but the weariness and helplessness in his eyes were impossible to hide.

Lynn could tell at a glance how much trouble his recent series of mishaps had caused within S.H.I.E.L.D., and the results were clearly not ideal.

"Mr. Lynn."

Coulson stood in front of the table, his voice tinged with barely concealed weariness.

"Could you please stop this provocative behavior? Stop treating everyone like fools?"

"The moment you show your face, we must be on high alert to prevent any unforeseen circumstances from occurring."

"Not only must we be vigilant against potential bloodshed on your side, but we must also do everything in our power to stop Congress and the military from launching a rash retaliation against you, so as to prevent the situation from spiraling out of control."

He took a deep breath, his tone pleading.

"Mr. Lynn, that's enough."

As he spoke, Coulson took off his sunglasses.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents behind him slowly surrounded him, standing behind Coulson, but none of them dared to step into the coffee shop, or even raise their guns.

Some people's palms were sweating, some people subconsciously breathed softly. Everyone remembered the horrific scene at the hearing, how this man cleaved an armored vehicle in two with an axe, how he publicly beheaded General Ross, and how he sent all the original Avengers to the hospital.

No one wanted to be the one to anger Lynn, and no one wanted to lose their life for no reason.

Seeing the group of people cowering and only daring to stand at a distance, Lynn nodded in satisfaction.

He killed so many people, wasn't this the effect he wanted?

"Good, at least you've learned your lesson and know you shouldn't rush forward recklessly."

Lynn spoke with a smile, his tone full of mockery.

Coulson's face froze instantly. He was about to say something when Lynn raised his hand and interrupted him.

"What? I don't even have the freedom to go out for a cup of coffee anymore?"

Lynn raised an eyebrow and tapped the table lightly with her fingertips.

"Agent Coulson, you probably don't want me to repeat the whole story to you here, do you?"

"Trying to restrict my freedom is not a wise choice, and you should know that better than anyone else."

"Besides, if those people in Congress and the military really want to come after me for revenge beforehand, that's easy too."

Lynn's tone suddenly turned cold.

"Then I'll just keep killing."

"However, I must say—"

Suddenly, Lynn changed the subject, stroking his chin and looking with great interest at the scene of blocking off the streets, speaking slowly as if he were commenting on a work of art.

"I'm very satisfied with this kind of procession. It's like a noble young master from ancient times going out in a grand procession. I really like it."

He looked at Coulson and extended an olive branch with a smile.

"Coulson, are you interested in working for me?"

"I think the position of butler is particularly suitable for you."

Hearing Lynn's mocking tone, even Coulson, who was known for his excellent control over his expressions, couldn't help but blush and his eyes flash with annoyance.

This extremely arrogant attitude completely disregards S.H.I.E.L.D. and is a blatant mockery of all their efforts.

"Lynn!"

Coulson raised his voice and subtly took a step forward.

But at that moment, Wang, who was sitting to the side, spoke up at an inopportune time, adding in a serious tone.

"Lynn means that, according to ancient customs, he is the eldest son of royalty and nobility, and should be surrounded by a group of followers when he goes out."

"And you are the servant who is in charge of their household."

Colson: ————

Lynn: ————

The air fell silent for a few seconds.

Lynn glared at Wang with annoyance.

Coulson forcefully suppressed his speechlessness at being interrupted, ignored the two's banter, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and stared intently at Lynn.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and his expression returned to one of weariness and sincerity.

"Mr. Lynn, please take my advice."

"Leave New York, go wherever you want in the world."

"I can use all my authority to buy you time to postpone the execution order, arrange a safe route for you, and help you hide your whereabouts."

"No one will rashly launch an attack on you again, no one will plot against you again, and no one will have any restless thoughts about you."

"I will do everything in my power to stop Congress and the military and give you a fair chance to have your case retried. During this time, no one will interfere with your freedom."

His voice was full of exhaustion as he asked, word by word.

"Why do you insist on staying here? Staying in the center of this vortex? Do you really want to start a war in New York? Do you want this place to be a river of blood, to truly solidify your reputation as a 'demon'?"

"Do you know how much damage a full-scale war would cause? How many innocent civilians would be displaced and lose their lives in this conflict?"

"Lynn, think about it seriously!"

After he finished speaking, the coffee shop fell silent once again.

The mocking smile on Lynn's face gradually faded.

He stared at Coulson meaningfully for a good ten seconds before chuckling.

The laughter grew louder and more rampant, filled with undisguised mockery and anger, echoing throughout the empty café and even reaching the end of the street.

Steve Rogers, who had just turned the corner, stopped abruptly upon hearing the maniacal laughter. After a few seconds of silence, he turned back.

Rogers reappeared at the coffee shop entrance, holding his iconic vibranium shield, his face grave as he looked at the tense scene inside, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Lynn, Coulson just wants to stop innocent people from dying; there's no need to make such a big deal out of it."

Lynn completely ignored Rogers, who had spoken. He slowly stood up and leaned closer to Coulson at the table.

The killing intent emanating from him surged forth like a tidal wave, instantly chilling Coulson to the bone, and he instinctively took a half-step back.

This seemingly considerate "goodwill" was, in Lynn's eyes, utterly hypocritical and disgusting.

Throughout this whole affair, he was never the one who was wrong.

He simply didn't want to be wronged or suffer undeserved misfortune, so when someone pointed a gun at his head, he made the most direct counterattack.

It's just that his methods of retaliation were too bloody and violent, exceeding the acceptable range for this group of people.

But on what basis?

Why was it that when he was framed, besieged, and had a gun pointed at his head, no one stood up to speak a word of justice?

Now that he has fought back, everyone is jumping out to advise him to be magnanimous, to back down, and even to flee New York like a stray dog.

The source of this war was never Lynn.

Sure enough, this group of people in Marvel always uses the same rhetoric. Instead of stopping the perpetrators, they advise the victims to be magnanimous. Rogers did this, and now even Coulson is doing it.

He was truly fed up with this hypocritical goodwill that came from a moral high ground.

Lynn finally abandoned all his playfulness and nonchalance, and instead looked at him with an extremely cold and slightly crazed gaze.

He slowly scanned Coulson in front of him, Rogers at the door, and all the agents outside who were pointing guns at him.

"Gentlemen—what's wrong with war?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying a chillingly resolute tone.

"Only when there is oppression, injustice, and unbridled malice will there be resistance and war."

"And war is always accompanied by sacrifice."

"If you don't even have the awareness to sacrifice, then the person who should be advising you isn't me, but yourselves!"

"It's those who point guns at me and use the rules as a fig leaf to commit evil."

Lynn straightened his back, his crimson aura surging faintly around him. The iron-blooded pressure of Noxus pressed down on everyone present, causing the group of people in front of him to tremble.

"I am fully prepared to fight S.H.I.E.L.D., or to fight Congress, or to fight the entire U.S. military, I will fight to the very end."

"Because from beginning to end, the one who was framed, besieged, and driven to the brink of death was me, not you."

"It's nothing more than my rebellion shattering your whitewashed rules, which you find hard to accept."

He glanced at Rogers, whose face was grim at the doorway, a cold sneer curling his lips, before turning back to Coulson, his voice even more chilling.

"Run away?"

"This has never been my choice, and I will never accept this option in my life."

His gaze suddenly sharpened like a knife, piercing straight at Rogers at the door, his smile full of disdain.

"Of course, Captain America alone can't stop me."

"If you are ready for war, then come on."

"I will leave you with an unforgettable experience."

"Gentlemen—I love this kind of war!"

The moment the words fell.

The agents at both ends of the street instantly tensed up, their fingers simultaneously gripping the triggers, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Wang, sitting to the side, reluctantly put down his coffee cup. Orange-red portal sparks quietly appeared on his fingertips, ready to make a quick getaway at any moment.

He didn't want to get dragged into this mess and then be held accountable by the Ancient One.

Passersby on the street corner held their breath as they watched this scene, their hands trembling slightly as they held up their phones.

On one side is Lynn, the "devil" wanted throughout the United States.

On one side is Captain America, a symbol of the American spirit, and on the other are S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who are on high alert.

Coulson's face showed embarrassment and anger.

He had to force himself to calm down.

Now is not the time to make a move, especially since all that's present is Rogers and this group of ordinary people.

It poses no threat to Lynn at all.

The others are still recovering from their injuries.

If Rogers hadn't suddenly appeared in front of Lynn today...

He won't be here either.

But Colson's idea —