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Lynn did nothing, she just smiled.

He silently stared at the group of people who had suddenly barged into the apartment.

However, such a calm demeanor was more frightening to the court staff than any harsh words.

Several people's legs moved backward uncontrollably.

Even the bailiffs with guns and the reporters carrying cameras forgot about their "weapons".

They then retreated step by step to the outside of the door.

The court commissioner at the head of the group opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but then swallowed it back.

He didn't even dare to meet Lynn's eyes again.

The heavy door slammed shut with a loud bang, cutting off the view of everyone outside.

In the corridor, everyone stood frozen in place for several seconds before they came to their senses from the suffocating feeling of being locked onto by death.

He was panting heavily, his shirt instantly soaked with cold sweat.

The lead commissioner glanced at the live-streaming camera, which was still flashing a red light, and his expression shifted repeatedly.

The way he stumbled backward was broadcast live to all screens across the United States.

This is tantamount to the court losing face in front of the public.

"Let's go... let's go!"

He gritted his teeth, waved his hand, and led the bailiffs and reporters to retreat awkwardly towards the elevator, not daring to look back at the apartment door the entire time.

They dared not utter a single harsh word; lingering any longer would only make them appear even more ridiculous and laughable on the live stream.

……

Lynn ignored this group of "cannon fodder".

I walked straight to the window and looked at the completely transformed street.

Apart from three court vehicles driving away, Tribeca, which was once bustling with activity, was now as quiet as a ghost town.

The view outside the window was far more exaggerated than he had imagined.

The once bustling streets have been completely isolated, with only cold steel vehicles blocking all the intersections.

Four heavily armored riot control vehicles were parked at each end of the street, with more heavy vehicles continuously arriving.

In the shadows of the street corner, Delta Force troops in camouflage uniforms moved back and forth in tactical formations.

Riot shields and grenade launchers were set up at every corner.

The twelve LAV-25 armored vehicles in the center are arranged in a fan shape.

Across the street, a row of rooftops were filled with shooters armed with Barrett M82A1 anti-materiel sniper rifles.

Even the AH-64 Apache attack helicopter hovering low in the distance had its onboard chain gun locked onto that window.

At that moment, Frank walked over to him and glanced at the "grand occasion" outside the window.

The model number of each piece of equipment was accurately reported.

"The east and west directions are completely blocked off by special riot control vehicles."

"The Barrett rifle on the roof of the building across the street has locked all the windows of the apartment building, leaving no blind spots for fire."

"The Apache helicopters in the air, with their thermal imaging systems, should have covered the entire building. Our every move is being monitored."

"The armored vehicles in the center and the combat personnel downstairs are Delta Force's elite, specializing in urban counter-terrorism operations."

He then added.

"Given this 'high-level treatment,' it's no surprise that this apartment has been thoroughly monitored and wiretapped."

"They can hear everything we say."

Upon hearing this, Lynn suddenly chuckled softly.

The laughter was full of absurdity and self-deprecation.

Are they really treating him like an extreme terrorist?

They can change their minds faster than turning the pages of a book.

How long ago was the Battle of the Hudson River?

He had just personally dealt with Dario and Killian, two underground scourges that had entrenched themselves in New York for many years.

Not to mention veteran gangsters Kingpin and Joseph.

Regardless of whether he killed the wrong person, he at least undeniably reduced New York's serious crime rate by nearly half.

All he wanted was a little more freedom.

Dreams are free to follow their own rules.

Lynn sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

As for?

Is this the kind of show of force used to deal with his "good countryman" image?

"Everything can be blamed on me."

Frank suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

He turned around and looked directly at Lynn, his eyes resolute.

"I killed all the people, and I planned the whole operation."

"You're just a follower I've coerced. As long as you stick to your story, public opinion won't be a problem."

"That evidence is all dead; no one can come out and refute it."

"And my actions are entirely consistent with my past bloody killing style, and are perfectly reasonable."

During the time he spent with Lynn.

Not only did he not deviate from his path of punishing evil, but he also found companions with whom he could entrust his back.

He doesn't care about bearing any more infamy, nor does he care about any so-called legal judgment.

"I will take all the blame."

"no."

Lynn refused outright, leaving no room for negotiation.

"This isn't your problem, it's my problem."

His gaze fell on the troops moving about downstairs, and his voice carried a hint of helplessness.

"It was because I acted too 'weak' that these people took advantage of me and gradually pushed me to my doorstep."

Frank: ...Weak? Is that the right word?

"I used to think that the real villains were the gangsters and criminals who indiscriminately killed innocent people with guns."

"So kill them without hesitation."

"But there is an evil, even more disgusting than that."

"For example, those people who wear suits, sit in offices, and use so-called 'political art' to play with people's lives."

Lynn was referring to someone like Ross.

The soldiers downstairs were merely pawns in their game; a single transfer order could send them firing on them.

But he happens to be an extremely selfish person.

When he kills, he never considers the victim's identity, and he doesn't stop just because the victim is "following orders".

Lynn sighed deeply, suppressing his inner turmoil.

"But I only have one rule."

"Anyone who is harmful to me will be dealt with severely."

"Regardless of gender, age, or whether forced or unwilling, there is only one outcome."

Frank fell silent.

He understood what Lynn meant.

Judges, prosecutors, jurors at the hearing...

And those soldiers standing guard downstairs—in Lynn's eyes, anyone who stood against him was an enemy.

Notice the unusual look on Frank's face.

Lynn stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

His tone softened slightly.

"Tomorrow's war will be different from the past."

"In the past, you could kill people without feeling guilty, and even act recklessly just to vent your violence."

"But those people tomorrow, in their own eyes and in the eyes of their families, may just be ordinary people 'fulfilling their duties'."

"So, are you ready?"

"Even if you're unwilling to help, I won't blame you."

Frank did not answer immediately.

He looked out the window at the young soldiers, many of whom looked to be only in their early twenties, their faces still bearing traces of youth.

They were just following orders; if a fight really breaks out tomorrow, the vast majority of these people will die.

He was silent for a long time.

His gaze shifted from the window and finally settled on Lynn.

He only gave a brief answer.

"Tomorrow... I will protect your back and prevent any scoundrels from disturbing you."

And everything they talked about in the apartment, every word they said.

Everything has been transmitted to the Pentagon through listening devices, word for word.

In Ross's private office at the Pentagon.

The recording from the monitoring device had just finished playing when the room fell into a deathly silence.

Ross sat behind his desk, casually tapping the surface, and pushed the recorder towards Rhodes across from him.

"Colonel Rhodes, did you all hear that?"

"That's Lynn's answer, that's his rule."

"Anyone who is harmful to him shall be killed without exception, regardless of whether they are soldiers, politicians, men, women, or children."

He knew better than anyone that this recording was the perfect bargaining chip to break Rod's hand.

He was worried that he didn't have enough leverage, but Lynn handed him the evidence against him.

"Isn't Lynn's meaning clear enough?"

"This is a complete terrorist, a ticking time bomb!"

Rod looked at the voice recorder on the table, his brow furrowed.

He never imagined that Lynn harbored such a crazy idea.

He remembered the hand Lynn had placed on his shoulder at the dinner party.

I'm reminded of that chilling statement, "Tomorrow, some people may be absent."

I recall Lynn's ruthlessness when he single-handedly killed Killian and Dario.

This person keeps his word.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When Ross opened his eyes again, a barely perceptible smile flashed in them.

He immediately stood up and walked over, his tone resolute.

"Tomorrow's hearing is our only chance to put him in a cage."

"Bronsky will be on standby outside the venue, while you will be on-site at the hearing."

"If he does anything rash or makes any inflammatory remarks, you must act immediately!"

"Take him down at all costs."

"This is not a personal grudge; it is about upholding the bottom line of this country and protecting countless innocent civilians."

Rhodes remained silent for a long time before finally slowly raising his head.

The hesitation in his eyes completely disappeared, leaving only determination.

"it is good."

"If he dares to cross the line tomorrow, I will take immediate action."

Rose finally wore a confident smile.

He has already laid a trap.

Tomorrow's hearing is all about Lynn coming to us!

……

The next morning.

There's still a full hour until it starts at 9 o'clock.

The urgent knocking on the door shattered the tranquility of the morning.

The sound was particularly jarring in the empty corridor.

Lynn was admiring herself in the mirror inside the apartment.

This was his first time stepping into the courthouse, and of course, he changed into a "celebrity suit."

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Doesn't it fit the occasion perfectly?

The black suit fits the body perfectly, its texture gleaming in the morning light; the moment you put it on, you exude an aura of power.

Until loud inquiries from court personnel came from outside the door.

"Lynn, open the door!"

"We are special envoys from the New York State Supreme Court, here to escort you to the hearing! Please cooperate immediately!"

Lynn raised an eyebrow.

Is it because they're afraid he'll go, or because they're afraid he won't go?

They can't even wait this little bit of time; they want to arrive early...

That's really laughable.

He quickly straightened his tie and opened the door.

What comes into view is a middle-aged man.

Lynn remembered that the person in front of him was in yesterday's group, but he hadn't said much.

As for that one who spouted nonsense from beginning to end...

He was sizing him up.

The other person's gaze swept past Lynn, scanning the apartment. There was only one person in the empty living room.

Frank isn't here!

The expressions on the faces of the people present changed instantly.

He immediately forced himself to suppress his fear.

"Mr. Lynn, I am the court's special envoy for this hearing, and I am here to take you to the Supreme Court."

"Please cooperate with us immediately and come with us."

Lynn chuckled as she leaned against the doorframe, her tone laced with mockery.

"Where's that guy who was jumping the loudest yesterday?"

"Is it that they dare not come, or... have they already disappeared?"

The words were spoken.

The man's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he instinctively stepped back.

The bailiffs behind him tensed up instantly, their hands on their sidearms.

They already knew what happened to that person yesterday.

When they went to look for the person early in the morning, there was no one in the dormitory at all. They had simply vanished into thin air, leaving nothing behind!

Everyone knew exactly what was going on.

But they dared not point it out to Lynn's face.

That's why no one dares to be as arrogant and domineering as they were yesterday.

It took the man a long time to calm down before he suppressed his fear and, gritting his teeth, shouted at the camera.

"You don't need to try any of these petty tricks!"

"No matter what tricks you use, the law will bring you to final judgment and punishment!"

"All the crimes you've committed will be addressed in detail at the hearing! Someone will come after you to demand an explanation!"

Lynn scoffed and stopped arguing with him.

The group followed them downstairs and had just stepped out of the apartment building.

Lynn was slightly taken aback by the scene before him.

The street in front of us has been completely blocked off by the military.

The heavily armed special forces dispersed, their guns all pointed in Lynn's direction.

And there were snipers on the rooftop, armored vehicles, and Apache helicopters hovering low in the air.

It all happened the moment Lynn stepped out the door.

They all focused on his location.

"This...is truly my honor."

Just as Lynn was in a daze.

"Mr. Lynn, please get in this car."

The court official standing beside him pointed to a special prison van painted with the court's logo and spoke with a trembling voice.

"This is a Supreme Court regulation; you must travel to the hearing in the designated vehicle!"

Lynn's gaze swept over the car, and he couldn't help but clap his hands.

They ignored the camera that was still broadcasting live on one side.

She took a small step forward, her tone flippant.

"It's none of your business what kind of car I take."

"Or do you also want to never see tomorrow's sun?"

Seeing the other person's deathly pale face.

Lynn laughed heartily at the camera.

I straddled my motorcycle, and the engine roared to life.

along the way.

Soldiers passing by, reporters, and onlookers in the distance all turned their attention to him.

Their gazes seemed to be fixed firmly on Lynn.

What was originally intended as a trial for him was transformed into a performance exclusively for him.

Courtroom prison vans, military armored vehicles, and media vehicles followed the motorcycles in a grand procession.

Lynn led her by the nose, completely falling into his rhythm.

This scene was transmitted in its entirety to the large screen at the hearing venue via live footage from the helicopter.

General Ross, sitting in the main seat, looked at the incredibly arrogant Lynn on the screen, and his expression immediately turned gloomy.

This was a 'trial' he had prepared specifically for him, not some kind of talent show!

"Outrageous! This is utterly lawless!"

The high-ranking military officers beside him also had grim faces and eyes full of rage.

The entire road leading to the court was completely blocked by the military, and the public was isolated outside, crowding the roadside in dense crowds.

As soon as Lynn rode by on his motorcycle, the crowd erupted in cheers, with countless people waving signs bearing his name.

His name was shouted loudly, and the cry of "Hero" reached his ears one after another.

Lynn only felt helpless.

He can still be called a hero now, but in a while...

Can we still "worship" him like this?

He didn't slow down and sped off toward the courthouse.

……

In front of the New York State Supreme Court.

It was already a scene of impending doom.

The entire building was completely surrounded by the military, with three security checkpoints set up at the entrance.

Each one was equipped with heavy machine guns and riot shields, and snipers occupied the high ground of all the surrounding high-rise buildings.

Special forces are deployed even on the rooftop, making it difficult for even a fly to sneak in unnoticed.

Outside the cordon, countless members of the public and media reporters were crowded together.

Some people held up signs supporting Lynn, while others shouted for Lynn to be brought to justice; the noise was deafening.

But under the guns of the military, they dared not cross the cordon.

There was no stopping.

He walked straight down the same road that was also "judging" him.

Following the signs, I pushed open the heavy wooden door to the Supreme Court hearing hall.

With a creak

It instantly shattered the whispers in the hall.

All eyes in the room turned to the entrance, and the camera instantly filled the entire entrance area.

In the live stream footage.

Only Lynn, dressed in a black suit and with a tall and straight figure, remained.

Lynn's gaze swept quickly across the room, precisely locking onto several familiar faces, all of whom were his old friends.

Ross, dressed in military uniform, stared at him with an unfriendly expression.

Several high-ranking military officers with gleaming epaulets sat beside him, their eyes filled with undisguised hostility.

On the other side, Rhodes was dressed in military uniform, his eyes seemingly filled with complexity and vigilance, but Lynn was certain that this man had ill intentions.

And Tony in the first row of the audience.

In a corner of the hall, Fury stared intently, his emotions unreadable, while Natasha stood beside him with her arms crossed.

Their eyes remained fixed on his every move.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire audience.

Lynn walked slowly toward the defendant's dock in the center.

With each step he took forward, a soldier armed with a gun would appear in various parts of the hall.

The gun was always pointed in his direction.

An invisible sense of oppression followed him every step of the way.

As soon as he reached the dock, two bailiffs immediately stepped forward, holding cold handcuffs and shackles.

"Lynn!"

"According to the hearing rules, we are now going to take restraint measures against you! Extend your hand immediately!"

talking.

One of the bailiffs reached out to grab Lynn's wrist.

Lynn's gaze suddenly turned cold. He looked up at the bailiff, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Do you want to die?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bailiff's hand froze in mid-air.

The words he was about to say were abruptly swallowed back down.

The entire hearing hall fell into complete silence instantly.

No one expected this.

Lynn actually dared to say such things to the bailiffs at a Supreme Court hearing, in front of cameras broadcast live across the United States.

Immediately, Lynn's expression changed.

A faint smile was on his face.

His gaze swept over the frozen crowd, and his voice, transmitted clearly through the microphone, resounded throughout the entire hall.

"What? Why are you all staring at me like that?"

"You went to all that trouble to call me here..."

"You don't really think I'm here to be punished and sentenced, do you?"

"I'm just here for a casual stroll."

The words were spoken.

Ross slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

"Lynn! You've gone too far! This is the Supreme Court! Not a place for you to run wild!"

Fury, sitting in the audience, slowly sat up straight.

A hint of helplessness and solemnity flashed in his eyes.

He whispered to Natasha beside him.

"This matter today... is likely to be blown out of proportion by Lynn."

"New York is going to have an earthquake."

Amidst the uproar and fury of the entire audience.

Lynn didn't care at all. He simply pulled out a chair, crossed his legs, and took out a cigar.

The posture was one of utter ease.

He slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and through the swirling smoke, his cold gaze swept over Ross, whose face was ashen, sitting in the main seat.

He spoke casually.

"Speak, after all this trouble, with the army surrounding me and the court summons, you finally managed to get me here..."

"What exactly happened?"