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Hearing a pleasant "thud" in his ear, the woman in his sight slowly fell to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

For some reason, Lynn suddenly felt the pent-up energy in her chest become much easier to release, and her mind became clear!

I immediately understood what was going on.

Yes! He's not the only one suffering from persecution! There are others who hate these killers even more than he does!

Lynn sighed softly.

He is an honest and trustworthy man. He kept his promise to reunite the family and did it right!

However, he couldn't say these things out loud; he still had to consider Fury's face as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

but……

"Hahaha……"

Lynn's unrestrained laughter was incredibly sharp and jarring in the somber atmosphere.

But somehow, no one could do anything about him.

Matt immediately rushed toward Frank with red eyes, though... he might not even have any tears left.

Lynn noticed that Barton and Natasha reacted similarly, except that they didn't rush over because of his presence.

Upon seeing this.

Lynn looked at Fury.

"My bald chief, if you ask me, why don't we just turn a blind eye and pretend this never happened?"

"I think you've already thoroughly researched Frank's background, so you can't blame him for that."

"Besides, he's my friend. Even though he didn't follow my orders, shouldn't I still get this much face?"

As he spoke, something appeared in Lynn's hand.

It wasn't the knife that often appeared before them, but the shotgun that sprayed bullets all the way from Hell's Kitchen to Queens.

To this day, Fury still doesn't know what model of shotgun it is, and it was never reloaded in the video!

Fury's face was grim, and Coulson looked at Lynn with even greater shock, wondering how he could still be joking at a time like this.

Although... this joke, when applied to his boss, is somewhat too hellish.

"Enough! Put your guns down!"

"Frank, while I do admire you, that doesn't mean you can cross my bottom line!"

"Remember this! There will be no next time!"

"You're different from him, and you know that in your heart. Don't play with fire and get burned, and don't leave yourself no way out!"

Fury quickly suppressed his anger and spoke calmly.

He didn't want the balance he had just maintained to be broken in the blink of an eye, since no one here was a match for Lynn.

He had already caught a glimpse of the gun in Lynn's hand out of the corner of his eye.

The incredible power, the shotgun's ability to never jam and the fact that it never needed reloading forced him to calm down.

Hearing the order given, Lynn nodded with satisfaction.

Isn't that exactly what I wanted to hear?

As for making some harsh remarks, people need to vent their frustrations.

When Frank walked out under everyone's gaze, Lynn clapped and cheered wildly, but his eyes were extremely serious.

"What did I tell you? I told you not to fire indiscriminately! Now you've almost turned our partners against each other!"

"Hey! You blind man, move aside. Why are you breathing so heavily? Don't you know the way, or didn't you see someone ahead?"

These words were spoken.

Not only were Barton and Natasha somewhat displeased, but even Coulson, who wasn't usually prone to emotional outbursts, looked utterly bewildered.

Matt, who was blocking Frank's way, was trembling slightly from his injuries, but he still kept his back straight.

The smell of gunpowder that had just dissipated in the air returned.

Lynn seemed completely oblivious, and even smiled more broadly.

His idea was simple.

He didn't have the idea that "if someone is a good person, they can't be touched," even though Matt could indeed represent a part of justice to some extent.

But this justice didn't work on him; instead, it brought him a lot of trouble, so there was no need to give him a friendly look.

He wanted everyone to remember what kind of person Lynn was, and that he owed no one any "justice."

"You'd better shut up!" Fury grumbled, waving his hand to make the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents look at him more normally.

"And you too! Keep being your 'vigilante,' let's leave Frank's matter here and go take care of your injuries."

Frank, as another instigator, never took his fierce gaze off Matt.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face, his cold gaze sweeping over Matt, and replied with a "Thanks," but his tone showed no remorse.

Upon witnessing this scene, Fury finally couldn't hold back.

"Fuck you! Doesn't anyone listen to me?!"

"Matt! Do you want me to put on a staring contest right here and now? Do you even have eyes?! Get your ass off me!"

"Frank! Don't force me to activate the highest level of security restraining order and let you stay in a S.H.I.E.L.D. prison until you die of old age!"

"And you, Lynn! You shut your mouth right now! Not a word, not a reaction, not a movement!"

"Coulson, contact the NYPD to burn these bodies. Everyone, get in the car and head back to S.H.I.E.L.D.! Now! Immediately!"

Just as everyone was leaving.

Fury beckoned Lynn aside, his previous irritability gone, replaced by an incredibly deep gaze.

After gazing at it silently for a few seconds...

"Lynn, I admit you're a good knife, but if this knife isn't handy, it doesn't mean I can't get a different one."

"I know you still have many secrets to keep, but the power I possess is far beyond your imagination."

"So... you'd better deal with Kingpin quickly, shut down this exorbitant bounty, and let New York return to normal."

Lynn's playful smile gradually faded as he quietly looked back at Fury, pondering the meaning behind his words.

In the distance, more than twenty cars were parked in a row on the street.

Only Barton and Natasha, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s trusted lieutenants, were looking at them, while Matt and Frank remained locked in a standoff.

But he did not respond immediately.

……

As the sirens of Queens faded into the distance, Lynn and Frank walked out of the street side by side.

The night wind carried the lingering smell of blood. Without saying a word, the two walked in tacit agreement toward Hell's Kitchen.

However, in the end... they still went back to that damn "J y's P ZA" pizza place.

"Frank! I'm glad you could shoot and solve my problem; but I really don't like it when you don't follow orders."

Lynn kept a straight face, but found that Frank couldn't understand the joke in his words at all, so he had no choice but to give up.

"Alright, but I still have to say something..."

He had barely opened his mouth when Frank interrupted him.

"What did you just say? Do you have a new target? Or are you preparing to let us continue harvesting these assassins?"

Lynn remained silent for a long time before deciding to tell the truth.

"Yes, that's what Fury meant, but I'd like to be more direct and go straight to the Fisk Building tomorrow."

"As long as the bounty remains, I'll never have a moment of peace, so I might as well get rid of him once and for all."

"After what happened tonight, I'm not sure if Fury will send reinforcements, so..."

Frank raised his hand again to interrupt, "Fine, I'll go with you."

Hearing such a decisive answer, Lynn was taken aback at first, but nodded in response without any pretense.

They may not be true friends, but they are definitely like-minded partners.

Lynn then went to the back alley to look for the lost motorcycle. He couldn't possibly walk back to Tribeca, could he?

However, when he arrived in front of the motorcycle, he couldn't help but make a comment.

"Holy crap!"

[Props: Lawyer Mondo's motorcycle]