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When everyone realized that Lynn showed no sign of sheathing his knife, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents raised their guns again, all pointing them at him.

Barton, Matt, and Natasha, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, were immediately jolted back into action. They quickly pushed aside the medical staff and, disregarding their own injuries, shielded the little girl.

"Haven't you killed enough yet?!"

Matt's roar was hoarse with rage; he truly hadn't expected Lynn to have become so ruthless.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: he had to stop this senseless killing and protect the girl.

Patton raised the broken bowstring, blood dripping from his fingertips. "Lynn, that's enough..."

Natasha bent over, clutching her injured wrist, her face ashen. "She's only sixteen..."

Fury's brow furrowed even more.

He hadn't expected things to turn out this way. In fact, he felt some compassion, but he understood Lynn's actions even more.

The culprit behind all this was the increased inner turmoil.

……

far away.

The top floor of the Fisk Tower, not far from Hell's Kitchen.

Kingpin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the distant streets where the riots had just subsided. His confident, arrogant laughter echoed through the empty office.

Messages kept coming back to the office, one after another, including a photo of Lynn pointing a knife at S.H.I.E.L.D., which made the shadow in his eyes grow even darker.

"Now...can you still cooperate?"

"You're just like me; this road is bound to be filled with blood and corpses. How could anyone possibly survive...?"

"Kill them all, kill them all... Let those guys see what kind of monster you are, and let me see how ruthless you really are..."

……

Lynn scratched his head impatiently.

Is anyone going to fix this common American problem? Is anyone going to take responsibility?

He'd seen plenty of these melodramatic American TV show plots; didn't they all say that "Western fighting style" is fast, accurate, and direct?

Lynn made up her mind that she would need to make these people understand what "Chinese romance" meant in the future, and that a family should be together.

He killed his father and mother, yet spared his daughter's life to put on a show of tenderness? He's had enough of this hypocritical "American standard."

He immediately turned to look at Fury.

"And what's your attitude?"

"I didn't deliberately cause trouble tonight. I have to face Kingpin's exorbitant bounty, and also be wary of my own people?"

"Now, they're going to point their guns at me."

Fury remained silent for a moment, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

He understood that Lynn's resentment was understandable, but according to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s psychological portrayal, Lynn's...

Irrational...

In particular, the "ability" to prevent further unforeseen events.

Is he expressing dissatisfaction, or is he showing off his "muscles" to imply he has many secrets?

Judging from Lynn's performance tonight, which exceeded his own capabilities, all previous portrayals of him can be overturned.

Fury sighed silently to himself.

Understanding is not the same as support. He is the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and maintaining order and authority is more important than personal "right or wrong".

The power Lynn displayed tonight, far exceeding expectations, is a variable that must be handled with care and needs to be managed rather than provoked.

"Let's move on," Fury finally said.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. will handle the scene and the media. We will take the bodies of the two killers and this girl with us."

"Girls won't do," Lynn refused outright.

"She's an assassin too. She came to Queens because of the bounty. If I don't kill her today, what if she has the chance to kill me later?"

"Lynn!"

Fury's tone was low, and his eyes instantly sharpened.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. will keep her in a top-security prison, under 24-hour surveillance. She won't have a chance to get revenge on you!"

"Now, do you still need to worry?"

Having said that, Fury walked around the crowd to stand in front of him, only three steps apart: "Is this guarantee enough?"

Their eyes met, and the air froze.

Lynn wasn't intimidated at all. He met his gaze, then glanced at Barton and the other two beside him, quickly making a mental calculation.

He could sense the implied pressure and pressure in the words.

As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he offered a firm solution, and as an official organization, how could he allow himself to be humiliated by outsiders?

He had a firm grasp on both how to avenge the harm done to his subordinate and how to suppress his arrogance.

This solution had to be accepted.

Lynn gave a cold laugh.

If it weren't for the woman behind this one-eyed bald man, who could call for help, he wouldn't mind flipping the table.

"Can."

Lynn finally nodded.

"But I need to know where she is being held."

Fury gave him a deep look, but didn't refuse: "Go ask Coulson later, he'll tell you."

With the agreement reached, the tense atmosphere eased slightly.

Lynn stopped talking and turned his gaze to the girl with empty eyes and a lost look in her eyes, tears still clinging to her face.

It wasn't until an agent helped her up that she realized what had happened and immediately looked at Lynn.

His eyes were utterly indifferent and calm, as if he wanted to imprint the person's appearance and features deeply into his mind.

Seeing this, Lynn shrugged, a cold smile curving his lips, and thought to himself: Good luck, you must escape!

If you don't come out, how will I have a chance to kill you?

……

On the street, the flames were still burning.

The agents began to systematically clear the scene and remove the bodies.

Barton stood up with Matt's help, Natasha's wrist was simply immobilized, and their gazes toward Lynn were complex and unreadable.

Just when everyone thought the matter was settled and their spirits were slightly relaxed.

"Bang!"

A crisp, abrupt gunshot pierced the noisy street.

Time seemed to stand still.

Everyone froze on the spot until the girl in their sight slowly slumped to the ground, and only then did they react.

Fury's one eye widened suddenly as he looked in the direction from which the gunshot came, then abruptly turned to Lynn.

For a moment, he even wondered if this was Lynn's backup plan, and that everything he had just said was just to lower his guard.

But Lynn's expression said it all.

"Fuck! Who fired the shot?!"

Fury roared, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.

The agents scrambled for cover, their guns all pointed at the dark building.

At this moment, everyone realized that they seemed to have forgotten that there was still one person in this makeshift team.

"Frank! How dare you!"

Fury turned around abruptly, his eyes filled with fury.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents raised their guns again.

This time, half the gun was aimed at Lynn, and the other half was locked onto Frank in the stairwell.

However, Lynn shrugged at this moment, a faint smile on his lips, his tone full of playful innocence.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"Do you guys only ever point your guns at your own people?"

The other side of the stairwell.

Frank wasn't worried about being pointed at with a gun until the body on the ground stopped responding, at which point he slowly put the gun away.

He muttered to himself.

"Forgiveness is God's business, and what I need to do... is send them to meet God..."