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Compared to yesterday's blatant bounty for murder, today's press conference seems to be more acceptable to the public.

However, the heated discussions about Lynn have never cooled down.

Discussions about his voice are mixed.

In America, where various religious sects are practiced, some people despise him, believing him to be a demon returned from hell.

Some people worshipped him, believing him to be an angel sent down from heaven to save them, a perfect embodiment of individual heroism.

The large screen in Fisker Tower Plaza.

[Press Conference Announcement]

Time: 3 PM today

Location: Fisk Tower Plaza

Subject: Clarification and Explanation Regarding Recent Rumors in New York

Speaker: Lynn

Note: All media and citizens are welcome to participate.

The notice was like a bomb dropped into a calm lake.

Throughout the morning, the phones of major media outlets were ringing off the hook.

S.H.I.E.L.D. immediately contacted Lynn.

"Fuck! What the hell are you trying to do now?!"

Fury's voice came through the phone.

He was filled with barely suppressed anger.

He couldn't understand it. Did they think he wasn't famous enough?

If I count, at least five hundred people have died at Lynn's hands. Is this some kind of good thing that he has to announce to New York?

Lynn leaned back in his chair in the top-floor office, three Void Worms munching on the beef jerky he had thrown to him.

His tone was nonchalant.

"It's just a press conference. The people of New York have such a big misunderstanding about me. I'm not a bad person..."

"Don't worry, I'll be careful about my image."

Fury was so angry at his shameless words that he laughed. If he wasn't a bad person, did that mean he was a good person?

He immediately launched into a tirade of insults in response.

"Image? What image do you have left?!"

"I'm warning you, Lynn, if you dare to..."

Lynn interrupted him directly.

"Dare what?"

"Are you implying I'll kill someone at the press conference?"

"Sigh... Chief, even you have such a big misunderstanding about me!"

"If I really have to kill, I'll do it secretly, don't worry."

……

Before Lynn, the main character, could even begin.

Many friends have already arrived.

S.H.I.E.L.D. agents mingled in the crowd.

Natasha and Barton stood on the roof of a building at the edge of the square, observing the scene through binoculars.

The military also sent people; several black SUVs were parked three blocks away, and Ross stared at the surveillance footage with a gloomy expression.

On the other side, Dario sat in his car, looking through the window at the large screen in the square, a cold smile on his lips.

"Making a public appearance? Does he think he's not flamboyant enough already?"

"Perhaps it's an opportunity," the deputy whispered. "If he really dares to stand in front of so many people..."

Dario responded calmly.

"Notify the snipers to take their positions and see if there's a chance to annoy him a bit, and whether we can still maintain this nonchalant attitude."

Such conversations took place inside the closed vehicles.

Norman laughed maniacally inside the car.

"That's how it should be! Let everyone see the power!"

In a few buildings further away.

Hydra, remnants of the Hand, and even some forces yet to surface were all watching all this from the shadows.

Everyone is waiting.

How will the man who turned New York upside down appear before the world?

2:59 PM.

The square suddenly fell silent.

Because everyone saw a figure walking out of the main entrance of the building.

Frank, dressed in black tactical gear, scanned the audience expressionlessly before silently walking to the side of the podium.

But this is not the point.

The key point is the man walking behind.

Lynn!

Today, for the first time ever, he wasn't wearing his usual outfit; instead, he wore a well-fitting suit, exuding elegance.

After all, she's now considered a semi-public figure, and Lynn feels it's necessary to manage her image.

As soon as he stood on the podium, the flashbulbs went off like crazy.

All the cameras were pointed at this rumored man.

Reporters pushed their way forward, while police officers struggled to maintain order.

Lynn put on what he thought was a very friendly smile, walked onto the stage, and adjusted the height of the microphone.

Good afternoon, New York.

The previously noisy scene instantly fell silent.

"I know many of you have come to see this monster, this madman who has taken over Fisk Tower..."

"They are both outlaws possessing alien creatures and ruthless executioners, but what I want to tell you is..."

Lynn paused slightly, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone.

"That's just what others want you to see!"

A commotion immediately arose from the audience.

Lynn decisively raised his hand, and the scene immediately fell silent again.

Seeing that the atmosphere seemed to be falling into his rhythm, Fury, who was secretly observing, frowned.

It seems... something bad is about to happen.

Lynn changed her serious demeanor and spoke in a relaxed tone, as if she were having a chat.

"Kingpin, the underground emperor of New York. Some of the media friends here should know better than I how thick his files are."

"Drug trafficking, smuggling, murder, bribing officials..."

"How long did he rule New York? And how many people died at his hands during that time, both he and his men?"

"But why has he been able to exist for so long...?"

At this point, Lynn's gaze sharpened.

"Until I showed up!"

"Then there's Joseph, that stubborn idiot who thinks he's invincible, the headlines are still up."

"The prison break resulted in the deaths of an entire team of police officers, including fathers, sons, and newly graduated young officers..."

"In the end, I was the one who went to find him."

At Lynn's suggestion.

Frank projected a pixelated image of Kingpin and Joseph's gruesome deaths onto the screen.

At that moment, all the media personnel watching couldn't help but gasp in shock, never expecting... that he was really dead.

The initially wary gazes were also subtly changing.

Seeing that the desired effect had been achieved, Lynn nodded in satisfaction.

"Now, I'll answer the question you're most concerned about."

"Whether I've killed anyone... that's a question I can't answer, but I've never harmed any ordinary citizen!"

Lynn's voice gradually rose as he opened his arms.

"I am the chosen one, chosen to save you."

"When the law fails, when justice is delayed, when those who should protect you choose to turn a blind eye... someone has to stand up."

"You should thank God, because you need a special human being like me to cleanse you of your sins..."

"Think about it, it's your honor to have someone like me living in the same city as you!"

The speech has ended.

For a full five seconds, the square was deathly silent.

Then, applause erupted from some corner, quickly spreading until it finally turned into deafening cheers.

There were screams and whistles from the crowd, and some people held up signs with Lynn's image on them and shouted his name.

Lynn couldn't help but smile.

It seems his Homelander-style remarks were quite effective.

When faced with public opinion problems in America, one should elevate oneself to the level of a savior and perfectly portray personal heroism.

In this way... a great Confucian scholar will surely debate the classics for me!

However, just as he was enjoying the cheers...

An untimely voice came from the crowd.

"Yeah?"

"But I consider it a disgrace to live in the same city as you. To make a judgment without legal trial..."

"What's the difference between you and them?"

When those words, so out of place with the atmosphere, rang out, they instantly drew everyone's attention.

A middle-aged man wearing black sunglasses, a black suit, and carrying a cane came into view.

have to say.

Lynn's remarks were very inflammatory in America.

Immediately, people began to venerate him as a hero, eager to avenge him and not allow anyone to tarnish their hero.

however……

The group of believers hadn't gone far before they were stopped by police officers.

But the unpleasant things they say keep coming out.

What? You're the bad guy... Blind? I'll make you blind again... You bastard, I'm going to throw away your cane... and so on.

Such an unexpected incident occurred at the scene.

Several factions that had originally intended to cause trouble for Lynn unanimously ordered their subordinates to abandon all their plans.

I never expected someone would actually be the one to stick their neck out!

Their petty squabbles are hardly worth refuting or provoking.

Dario was in high spirits and ordered his men to withdraw the snipers.

"What should you do... kill him...?"

The same problem played out with Fury.

"Fuck! Why is he here?!"

Meanwhile, Natasha and Barton, who were observing from the other side, froze instantly, as if recalling some unpleasant memories.

Then he looked at the man surrounded by the crowd.

There was only one thought in my mind.

"Whether they'll go for the kill is hard to say, but getting a beating... is probably not going to be cheap..."

As the main character of today's press conference, I couldn't help but be slightly taken aback when I saw this face.

Matt... why is he here?

If Matt's goal is to uphold the law and seek just judgment, it wouldn't be surprising if he said these things.

So... can't he tell who the main character is?

Frank was also preparing to step forward and make a move.

He had absolutely no good feelings towards this "volunteer policeman".

In fact, he found that childish sense of justice extremely annoying.

However, Lynn stopped him.

Isn't this a ready-made opportunity?

How could we let him steal the spotlight!

Lynn first smiled kindly and greeted him.

"My friend, are you sure you're not saying anything wrong?"

Matt wore a disdainful sneer, his white cane pointing directly at the podium, creating a standoff.

"Though I am blind, I see more clearly than you! Every word you speak reeks of blood!"

"Wicked crimes are judged by law, and a fair verdict is rendered. You... are nothing but a ruthless murderer!"

Matt got more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice became louder and louder.

He would never allow Lynn's ideas to take root in the hearts of the people.

Finally, he walked out of the crowd and went straight to the podium.

Face to face.

He was determined to tear off Lynn's hypocritical mask.

"King ruled the neighborhood with fear, Joseph satisfied his own desires with violence, they disregarded the law, and you saw yourself as the law."

Tell me, what's the difference?

"Have you asked the widows and children of those eleven officers?"

"Joseph, does exchanging those people's lives for a second chance meet your standards of 'chosen justice'?"

"You destroyed the old gangster empire only to rebuild a new kingdom with yourself at its absolute core."

Finally, Matt's expression was full of sarcasm.

"When you declare yourself a necessary evil, you and all those you kill are already standing in the same shadow."

"Lynn, the criminal!"

Just when Matt thought he had victory in the bag.

Lynn chuckled softly.

If he weren't a natural opponent, he would have almost applauded Matt after hearing that statement.

That's a really high moral high ground.

"The law is a toy for the powerful, not a weapon for the people. Don't you know that? I consider myself the law..."

Okay, I'll tell you now.

"What the law cannot judge, I will judge; what the law dares not arrest, I will arrest; what the law dares not kill, I will handle!"

"In short, I can do what the law allows, and I'll do even more of what the law forbids! Criminals, Lynn has special permission!"

"This...is my law."

The moment the words fell.

Perhaps this speech resonated with everyone, because the entire square was suddenly filled with a deafening roar of cheers.

After Matt questioned him in public, the cheers were even louder than before, with everyone chanting "Lynn's" name.

He then glanced at the boisterous crowd, before turning to look at Matt.

"You see, their cheers are the answer. They believe my approach is right more than your empty talk."

Damn!

Matt looked embarrassed. How could this happen!

Those who were watching also shared this idea.

Fury was the most frustrated of them all.

If he had known it would turn out this way, he definitely wouldn't have allowed it!

If someone ever decides to take action against Lynn in the future, one can imagine the resistance and the price they would have to pay.

Shit!

As for forces like Roxon and the Hand, they didn't care, since they were already mortal enemies.

Whether they had a reputation or not was irrelevant; it didn't stop them from wanting to kill Lynn, and Lynn wanted to kill them too.

However, a verbal victory does not mean the end of the matter.

Lynn gave a harmless smile.

"Now it's time to tell you the price you paid for causing trouble..."

While Matt's selfish motives are disgusting and even despicable, he has indeed done good deeds, which cannot be denied.

It's morally wrong to kill him, but it's not that we can't beat him up.

"I have a good idea. Since you think I'm a bad person, I'll beat you up every time I see you from now on."

The moment the words fell.

Lynn suddenly took a step back, grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, and used his waist to generate power throughout his body to throw a punch.

The fist, held back, slammed solidly into Matt's chest.

next second.

Matt felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a half-hanger; the terrifying force sent his entire body flying into the air.

With a muffled groan, he flew backwards.

He crashed heavily onto the railing at the edge of the square, immediately lost consciousness, and disappeared completely from everyone's sight.

There was only a few seconds of silence before the crowd erupted into cheers even louder than before.

[Ding! The seventh round of the operation has been completed!]

[Reward: Horrock's Armguards]

[Bonus Reward: 1000 Hextech Points]

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