In the Marvel universe, you start with a colored Hextech item.

The next day.

The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting stripes of light and shadow across the penthouse apartment in Tribeca.

Lynn leaned back on the sofa, casually swiping across the tablet.

The screen displays a comprehensive review of online data following the live-streamed event.

The hashtag #NewYorkGuardiansLynn# trended for twelve hours, with related videos garnering over a billion views.

The approval rating for New York City residents surged almost vertically to 62%, a dramatic increase.

In the comments section, some people called him the "Dark Knight".

Some people have petitioned for a statue to be erected in his honor, and some radicals have even called for the abolition of all investigations into him.

This is his "masterpiece".

But this title...

Could we have come to the wrong place?

"You seem to be enjoying it very much."

Frank's voice came through, as calm and steady as ever.

He had just finished checking the apartment's security system.

Holding a freshly printed list, I walked over and sat down opposite him, placing the list on the coffee table.

"This is a list of several backup locations I've drafted, one each in Brooklyn, Queens, and the Bronx."

"These were all left behind by Kingpin, so they're well-hidden."

As he said this, his gaze swept over the enthusiastic comments on the tablet, and he frowned slightly; this was not a good sign.

He then continued speaking.

"These are turbulent times. The military and S.H.I.E.L.D. are both watching you. It's always good to have a few backup plans."

Lynn chuckled softly.

I put down the tablet without looking at the list.

I don't know.

There was already a pair of eyes watching them; before they could even react, a net had already been quietly laid out.

Waiting patiently for the moment to close the net.

On the streets of Tribeca, the cheering crowds were replaced by well-trained soldiers.

Several seemingly ordinary garbage trucks also appeared at the end of the street.

The surveillance camera on the front of the vehicle is transmitting real-time footage of the apartment from all directions.

A truck with a "Moving Company" sign on it was parked in the next block.

Inside the carriage were several soldiers dressed in camouflage uniforms.

Not only that.

Miniature listening devices were even secretly placed in the apartment's ventilation ducts.

The entire Tribeca district has been completely controlled by the military, forming an airtight cage.

Lynn hadn't anticipated any of this...

Or rather, even if he anticipated it, he wouldn't take it to heart.

Listen to Frank's well-intentioned advice.

Lynn leaned back on the sofa, reminiscing about what had happened during this period.

How many turbulent times has he experienced?

From the initial struggle with S.H.I.E.L.D., to preserving autonomy as much as possible, to the reputation they earned through their subsequent battles.

Ross?

Security Council?

If such a situation could still occur right now.

That only proves one thing.

We haven't killed enough people yet.

"Don't worry, Frank."

Lynn spoke calmly, with the confidence of a "Homelander".

"Things are different now. We have the power now, and if they want to cause trouble, I don't mind letting New York bleed."

However, taking into account this safety awareness, it was added.

"But since you have a plan, then you can arrange it as you see fit."

"However, we probably won't need it in the short term."

Frank looked at his confident expression.

He nodded and put the list away.

He understood Lynn's abilities and knew his personality.

If that's the case, then they must be confident.

Just then.

dong dong dong...

A crisp knock on the door broke the tranquility of the apartment.

The moment the sound rang out.

Frank had already stood up, his hand on the holster at his waist.

Lynn raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Who could it be at this point in time?

Tony? He came yesterday.

Fury? He couldn't possibly come in person.

Was Rose's counterattack that quick?

Lynn gave Frank a wink, signaling him to relax.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a tall figure appeared in the doorway.

The person who arrived was wearing a black fitted suit and sunglasses that covered most of his face.

In her hand, she carried a silver-gray metal briefcase with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo engraved on it.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an "old friend" whom I hadn't seen in a long time.

Natasha.

She walked into the apartment, took off her sunglasses, and glanced at Lynn and Frank without any intention of exchanging pleasantries.

Let's get straight to the point.

"Mr. Lynn, Chief Fury sent me."

In a simple sentence.

This immediately made Lynn realize that Fury was in a difficult situation.

It is likely that the pressure exerted by the Security Council has forced the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. to take him seriously.

Under his gaze.

Natasha walked to the coffee table and opened the suitcase she had brought.

With a "buzzing" sound.

Fury's holographic projection suddenly appeared.

"Lynn, it's not convenient for me to show up right now."

His tone was very direct, without any attempt to conceal anything.

"Ross's men are keeping a close eye on Hell's Kitchen, and I don't want to give them any excuse to cause trouble."

"It would be even more inconvenient for you to go to S.H.I.E.L.D., after all, you are now a 'key focus' of the Security Council."

"I'm bringing you a message, and also giving you a heads-up."

"General Ross has activated the 'Superpowered Person Control Plan,' and the Pentagon has just issued the order to proceed."

At this point, a hint of seriousness flashed in Fury's single eye.

"The area around the apartment is now completely under the control of the military's Delta Force."

"There are twelve armored vehicles on the perimeter, snipers on the roof, and three armed helicopters on standby."

Lynn's expression remained calm, but his heart sank slightly.

He knew Ross would make a move, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

So... thorough.

"This was a unilateral action by the military."

The words were spoken.

Lynn couldn't help but scrutinize Fury in the projection.

This was unlike the Director Fury he knew.

What are you trying to say?

Fury’s tone suddenly turned serious.

Every word and sentence carries a warning.

"Lynn, I just wanted to remind you!"

"First, it's to make you understand that not everyone is hostile towards you. I know your personality; you hold grudges."

"But you also need to maintain a balance!"

"I don't want another 'enemy of humanity' to emerge."

"If you take action against the military, even in self-defense, you'll be labeled a 'rebel,' and some things..."

"Once you start something, it's hard to finish it."

The words fell.

The ease in Lynn's eyes slowly faded.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

That's a good reminder.

Although he knew Fury's intentions.

It simply means telling him that the military's actions represent only the military.

Fury feared that he would become completely reckless and go on a killing spree.

But it sounded incredibly jarring to him.

Is this a reminder or a threat to him?

Make him give up resistance and obediently follow the military back to the Pentagon, becoming a fish on Ross's chopping block.

Or should we let him passively "take a beating," allowing him to be manipulated by the military and willingly become Ross's prisoner?

Is this how to quell the storm?

But Fury didn't finish his sentence and continued.

"There's one more thing."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. will not participate in this operation, nor will it interfere in your conflict with the military."

"We will remain neutral and simply observe."

This time, Lynn truly burst out laughing.

Slightly jarring laughter echoed through the luxury apartment.

have to say.

Lynn found this arrogant attitude laughable.

Fury certainly had a good plan.

There is goodwill, but not much.

Lynn believed that Fury could sway the Security Council's opinion...

The pressure they bear behind the scenes is definitely not small.

They even had heated arguments.

But this situation might not be what Fury wanted to see.

As a shrewd and calculating director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Lynn would only speculate with the utmost malice.

It's a foregone conclusion that Rose will take action against him.

This message was specially prepared for him...

Lynn would only think that Fury didn't want him to take his anger out on others.

It can be considered a form of appeasement.

This can also be considered a strong warning to him.

The consequences of taking action would be no small matter.

Even if S.H.I.E.L.D. chooses to wait and see as long as he takes action.

This doesn't mean the matter can be easily resolved.

These words...

While emphasizing "being a good person," it also carries a warning connotation.

Immediately, Lynn slowly shook his head.

"Since you say you know my character..."

"You should have known what would happen if you pointed a gun at me."

"Whether your reminder or warning is true..."

"I think you should try to persuade Ross to stop."

"Speaking of which, let me remind you of something."

Lynn got up from the sofa and poured himself a glass of wine.

His gaze first swept over the stern-faced Natasha.

Finally, I went to the window and looked outside.

The once bustling Tribeca district suddenly became somewhat deserted.

The valet who used to be always ready to park downstairs was nowhere to be seen.

After gazing at it for a moment.

"My rules will not be broken for anyone."

"Those people, in your eyes, may be honest people who protect their country, ordinary people, just soldiers who follow orders."

"But I won't stop just because of them."

"As long as they follow orders from above, they are guilty, regardless of whether they pulled the trigger or not. I will not let any of them go."

The words fell.

The projection flickered, and Fury's figure became somewhat blurry.

Natasha looked at him in astonishment.

She even glanced at Frank.

Why don't you go and try to persuade him?

This statement is undoubtedly a blatant declaration of war.

It wasn't just a declaration of war against Ross and the army.

As S.H.I.E.L.D. also has its own oversight mechanisms...

She doesn't think S.H.I.E.L.D. will be excluded.

However, Frank didn't say a word.

There wasn't even a glance in their eyes.

He was just fiddling with the guns by himself.

Upon hearing this, Fury's expression changed.

He certainly didn't think that was just empty talk.

The apartment fell silent.

However, Fury didn't dwell on it.

The reminders and warnings have been conveyed; whether or not they are heeded...

"This is a well-intentioned reminder, but also a final warning."

"Lynn, you'd better watch yourself."

With a "buzz," the projection disappeared.

Natasha picked up the suitcase and looked at Lynn with a complicated expression.

She didn't expect such a strong reaction.

But now is not a good time to offer advice.

He turned and walked towards the door.

Just as she was about to leave, she stopped.

With her back to him, she left him with a single sentence.

"Rose's men could make a move at any time."

After saying that, she pushed open the door and disappeared down the corridor.

Frank looked at Lynn, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

Lynn slowly closed her eyes.

Fury's words echoed in my mind.

If we do not resist, there will be endless darkness.

If resistance...

No one can say for sure how it will turn out.

Whichever path he chooses, it is destined to be anything but easy.

……

There are less than 6 hours left until Ross sets a 24-hour deadline.

Time passed by, second by second, from dawn to afternoon.

Lynn remained standing by the window, despite repeated reminders.

He knew that many uninvited guests had already arrived nearby.

Just then, the knocking sounded again.

Unlike the swiftness with which Natasha knocked on the door before.

Frank stood up instantly.

The shotgun was already loaded, its cold muzzle pointed at the doorway.

However, Lynn was still not in a hurry.

He gestured for Frank to relax and opened the door.

Then, three staff members dressed in black suits and wearing court badges stood at the door.

Four armed bailiffs followed behind him.

Everyone's face was cold and tense.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a cold and stern face, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and holding a thick stack of documents in his hand.

His gaze swept over Lynn and Frank inside the apartment.

He directly held up the document in his hand, which was stamped with the official seal of the Supreme Court.

"Hello, Mr. Lynn."

"I am a special commissioner of the New York State Supreme Court, and I am hereby serving you with a court summons and a regional control order in accordance with the law."

Lynn: ...?

Before he could react.

"You are suspected of illegal possession of a weapon, 127 counts of intentional homicide, endangering public safety, illegal appropriation of other people's property, and..."

"Multiple charges, including organizing a criminal organization."

"You are hereby required by law to attend a hearing at the Supreme Court at 9:00 AM tomorrow to undergo judicial investigation."

Then, his tone suddenly became more forceful, with a tough attitude.

"At the same time, we must inform you of the control order jointly issued by the Pentagon and the New York State court."

"The entire Tribeca district is currently under complete military lockdown, and your apartment is under 24-hour surveillance."

"You are not allowed to leave the apartment before the hearing concludes, and you are not allowed to resist or attempt to escape."

"Otherwise, we will immediately issue the highest level of arrest warrant, at which point you will become a target of nationwide manhunt."

Lynn listened to the whole thing without any expression.

After carefully examining the person in front of him, he realized they weren't joking.

Then he looked at the other two.

A moment of silence.

"A hearing?"

He immediately burst into laughter.

Was this a calculated move Rose had prepared for him?

He wants the law to judge him?

"I killed so many people, and you want to hold a hearing for me?"

But the leader's expression remained unchanged.

It was as if they had anticipated this reaction.

He maintained his cold tone.

"Mr. Lynn, I must remind you."

"Given your special status and the danger you pose, the military has already deployed a large number of troops around the apartment."

He turned to the side and pointed out the window.

Lynn followed his gaze and looked out.

Three armed helicopters slowly descended from the clouds.

Not to mention the troops prepared downstairs.

"They're all special forces. The moment you step out of this apartment, you'll be surrounded..."

"Anything you do that goes against the grain!"

"Attack is not an option; retreat is also not an option."

That's all.

Lynn was so angry at this smirk that she laughed.

What a huge joke.

Do these people really believe he won't kill people indiscriminately, or do they think he will still respect the law?

Suddenly, a system notification appeared in my mind.

[Ding! The God-King Noxus admires your rebellious act. Let slaughter feed the wolves within you!]

[Ninth round of action mission has been triggered]