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Chapter 84 Lynn: No one can judge me! (5k-word chapter, please subscribe!)

Arrogant, conceited, and disdainful of others.

This was the first impression Lynn gave to everyone at that moment.

Especially after he stepped into this huge hearing room.

It has already become the focus of everyone's attention.

His every word and action is under constant scrutiny.

Not only were the people present watching him.

This scene was simultaneously broadcast to every viewer watching from all directions via cameras.

Some were surprised, some criticized, and some even succumbed to despair.

For New York, a city riddled with problems—

Even across the entire United States, Lynn's emergence was undoubtedly the hope of a segment of the population.

Everyone hopes that someone like that will step forward.

Whether or not it is what they crave, as long as it causes trouble for these high-ranking political officials, it is a good thing.

In a short time.

Following the "Hudson River Estuary Incident" as a prelude.

Now it's been labeled the "New York Executioner Trial".

This undoubtedly propelled Lynn's name to new heights.

The atmosphere at the hearing was becoming increasingly tense.

Lynn controlled the rhythm.

Ross looked extremely embarrassed.

"Damn it—Lynn!"

He whispered something.

Originally, it was according to his expectations.

This place, which bears the highest law and judgment, is the secret room he specially built to imprison Lynn.

Apart from the armed troops in charge, the people sitting in this row on the dais are all senior judges.

Of course, they are all his people.

And standing beside them were high-ranking political officials from the military and government.

This special trial —

Rose can only win, he cannot lose!

After all, it was he who overruled public opinion and insisted on taking coercive measures.

If it ultimately fails—

It's hard to imagine whether this pressure will consume him.

Ross immediately took a deep breath.

He glanced at the presiding judge at the highest position.

Inside this circular hall.

A heavy thud of the gavel striking the ground rang out.

thump—

thump—

thump—

The sparse chatter immediately ceased.

I saw this scene.

Lynn chuckled softly.

He took in the embarrassment on everyone's face.

The laughter immediately grew louder and sharper.

It was like a scalding hot iron being slapped hard across the faces of these people.

It was both humiliating and ironic.

Want to give him a hard time?

Do they really think he's a criminal and want to handcuff and shackle him?

Since the other party has taken the initiative to offer their face—

He would be letting down this kindness if he didn't pull it back properly.

"hehe----"

Why aren't you saying anything?

"Is he/she just naturally quiet?"

"I can't possibly be the one to pronounce judgment on you, can I?"

The words fell.

In the main seat, the presiding judge, with his gray hair, put down his gavel and adjusted his reading glasses.

A cold gaze fell on Lynn in the defendant's dock.

Madness!

This is not just about humiliating them.

They cannot tolerate an Asian man who dares to act recklessly and do whatever he wants on their turf!

Lynn's attitude undoubtedly struck at the most valued pride and most vulnerable nerve of the group in front of him.

How could they be looked down upon by Lynn, an outsider?

His tone carried an undeniable authority, and he immediately tried to steer the conversation back on track, which had been led astray by Lynn.

"quiet!"

"This is a hearing at the New York State Supreme Court, not a place for you to run wild!"

"Warning, defendant Lynn!"

"Even facing the courtroom and on camera broadcasting nationwide, you still show no respect and blatant contempt for judicial authority!"

"This alone is enough to show your lawless, reckless nature, and terrible attitude."

'

The judge's voice, transmitted through the microphone, filled the entire hall and reached every live screen across the United States.

Followed by.

He reached out and picked up the thick file on the table, flipped it open with a clatter, and his gaze swept over everyone present.

They began to list Lynn's "numerous crimes" word by word.

"Following the prosecution's indictment, it has now been determined that the defendant, Lynn, is suspected of committing the following crimes: First, first-degree premeditated murder."

"You premeditatedly murdered Wilson Fiske, also known as Kingpin, at the Fiske Building in Manhattan, New York."

"Subsequently, you premeditatedly murdered Dario Agger, CEO of Roxon Energy Group, at the mouth of the Hudson River."

"And Aldrich Killian, the lead researcher of the Extremis project—a researcher who has made significant contributions to scientific research!"

Speaking of it.

The judge abruptly changed his tone, his accusations becoming undisguised, and began arrogantly distorting the truth.

Does the truth matter?

it is not important.

Do ordinary people understand what these names mean?

In reality, it has absolutely nothing to do with ordinary people.

All they knew was that the person whose name was called died at Lynn's hands, and that was enough for them.

And that is the truth!

As things gradually got back on track, a smile slowly appeared on Rose's face.

The judge's voice continued.

"This court must state that Wilson Fisker's Fisker Group is a legally registered company in New York State!"

"It has consistently ranked among the top 100 taxpayers in New York City."

"It has provided nearly 10,000 jobs in New York City, participated in numerous municipal public welfare projects, and helped alleviate the pressure on people's livelihoods for the government."

"Rockson Energy Group is a leading company in the US energy industry, operating legally and compliantly!"

"Making a significant contribution to America's energy security!"

however.

Speaking of which...

The courtroom, which was gradually returning to a serious judicial atmosphere —

Suddenly, a jarring sound rang out.

Lynn couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hahaha----"

"Excuse me, I suddenly thought of something happy."

"Keep spouting nonsense, I'll keep listening."

But he stirred things up like that.

The judge's face instantly turned ashen.

This is undoubtedly a challenge to his authority.

Lynn didn't take the trial seriously at all.

The more serious he was, the more relaxed Lynn was, and the more ridiculous his image became in front of the entire nation.

But he had absolutely no way to deal with Lynn.

Even just handcuffs and leg irons can lead to death threats.

A loud slap landed on his face—

The judge's breathing became rapid for a moment.

If before this...

People will also consider Lynn a hero who overthrew corruption.

"Heroes" are powerless in the face of power and politics, and can only become tools to be used by others.

But what happened last night—

The envoy sent to Tribeca to summon Lynn—

They vanished completely, leaving not a trace.

Furthermore, Frank was not seen in the apartment during the live stream this morning, so I immediately understood what was going on.

The focus of the apartment surveillance was not Frank at all.

After all, Frank was a "Level 10 Agent" and also had the physical condition modified by the "Plague Source".

It was simply a matter of escaping surveillance, which wasn't difficult for him.

Now, the people at the hearing had to readjust their perceptions: would Lynn really be trapped by moral constraints?

Will Frank, who suddenly disappeared, turn against them?

These are all issues that need to be considered.

However, as the most senior judge, he naturally had his own abilities, and he immediately changed his attitude.

"Lynn, based on the public's praise of you, and your own self-perception—don't you consider yourself a hero?"

"Is this what you consider a hero?"

"Or are you just naturally arrogant and disdainful of others?"

"If you have any objections, shouldn't you wait until I've stated all the charges before raising any objections, right?"

"This is the best courthouse, representing the will of the entire American people. Shouldn't you straighten out your attitude?"

The words were spoken.

Lynn immediately clapped politely.

That old geezer—

The art of language is truly masterful!

He took a deep drag on his cigar and gently exhaled it toward the judge.

I noticed the bulging veins on the judge's forehead.

He smiled and agreed.

"Of course, please continue, I will not interrupt!"

Upon seeing this, the judge repeatedly scrutinized the person.

Only then did he continue speaking.

"Neither of these two companies has any officially recognized illegal issues, even the marine research institute you later exposed —"

"That's not a Rockson business! It was separated from the Rockson Energy Group long ago and has no connection to it!"

"And you, Lynn, relying solely on your own so-called justice, disregarded the law and wantonly took another's life!"

"Two legitimate businessmen were brutally murdered!"

"What you did was not punishing evil and promoting good, but the unbridled and wanton acts of a murderer!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room erupted in uproar.

Ross sat next to the head of the table.

A confident smile curled at the corners of his lips.

That's exactly the effect he wanted. "Your proudest achievement, Lynn, is this song?"

Then he would completely whitewash his image, label him a "legitimate company," and utterly shatter Lynn's persona as a "city guardian."

They firmly nailed Lynn to the label of "murderer"!

Tony, sitting in the audience, frowned instantly and couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

"That's utter nonsense!"

"The Pentagon's files on Kingpin and Roxon's dirty dealings are piled up higher than a mountain!"

"Now you're considered a legitimate entrepreneur?"

Lynn, sitting in the defendant's dock, seemed not to have heard anything, staring at the ceiling with a detached expression.

It was as if the trial had nothing to do with him.

After all, he had already said he wouldn't interrupt.

The judge's face darkened when he saw that the man had no reaction.

They continued to escalate the situation, throwing out a second major accusation.

"Secondly, the defendant, Lin En, is suspected of organizing and leading a criminal organization, as well as robbery and affray!"

"After murdering Kingpin, you forcibly seized the Fisker Building and all of Kingpin's assets, taking control of his underground criminal network!"

"This is no different from the actions of robbers or terrorists!"

"Third, you are suspected of endangering public safety and causing death by negligence!"

"You instigated a massive gang shootout on the streets of New York, plunging dozens of city blocks into chaos!"

"Numerous shops and residences were affected and damaged, resulting in tens of millions of dollars in property losses!"

"Furthermore, many innocent civilians have perished in this bloody conflict that you started! This is the disaster you brought about!"

""

Speaking of which...

The judge's voice suddenly rose, and his emotions became increasingly agitated.

"You keep saying you're punishing evil and promoting good, but all you've brought is slaughter, chaos and death!"

'

"Countless families have been torn apart and lives lost because of your reckless actions; countless innocent people have lost loved ones because of your 'righteousness'!"

"You're no hero at all, you're a cancer on New York, a demon that brings disaster!"

Just as the emotions of the entire audience were being stirred up to their peak.

Even the shouts outside the courthouse fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by this righteous and stern accusation.

Gradually, I recalled the nationwide carnival that happened not long ago.

That exorbitant bounty —

At this moment, the judge raised his hand in a gesture.

The side door of the hall was slowly pushed open.

A little girl in a white dress, supported by staff, walked step by step to the center of the hearing room.

The little girl looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with red and swollen eyes and tear stains still on her face.

She was still clutching a family photo tightly in her hand, her small body trembling slightly under the gaze of everyone present.

All eyes were on the little girl.

The entire room fell silent.

All the cameras were pointed at the little girl.

The little girl looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, at Lynn in the dock.

The child's voice, tinged with tears, traveled through the microphone throughout the hall, piercing the eardrums of every listener.

"It was you—you're the one who killed my mom and dad—"

"That day, many people were shooting in the street, there were so many gunshots. My parents carried me and ran, but the bullets still hit them —"

"They will never wake up again—"

"If you have such great power, why don't you protect us? Why do you let a fight break out in the street?"

"You're a bad person! You're a demon!"

"New York doesn't need someone like you!"

After crying out her last words, the little girl collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

The entire venue erupted in chaos!

Shouts and curses instantly filled the entire hall.

Even the bailiffs who had been threatened at the beginning seemed to find a strong reason to immediately take the shotgun from their partner.

Countless people pointed and whispered at Lynn, and the scene, which was broadcast live, immediately aroused public outrage.

Those who already hated Lynn found the perfect excuse to hurl insults without restraint.

The voices that had been supporting Lynn were instantly silenced.

Seeing that everything was going according to plan, Ross leaned back in his chair, his smile widening.

This is a weak hand he's prepared, but also the sharpest moral dagger.

No matter how many criminals Lynn killed, no matter how many reasons he had, in front of a little girl who had lost her parents—

All explanations will seem weak and feeble!

Don't you love winning the hearts and minds of the people the most?

So now—will they still continue to support you?

Looking at the little girl who was breaking down in tears, Rhodes's determination intensified, and he gripped the weapon at his waist tightly.

All that remained in his gaze toward Lynn was cold hostility.

Ross's arrangement precisely targeted the area that Rhodes cared about most, which was something he could not tolerate.

At the same time, his hostility towards Lynn intensified.

Fury, hidden in the shadows, slowly frowned, his single eye growing increasingly serious.

He knew Ross's methods all too well; this tactic of moral blackmail had almost driven Lynn into a corner with no way out.

Even Tony frowned, watching Lynn's retreating figure, wondering how he could break this deadlock.

The focus of the entire proceedings was Lynn in the defendant's dock.

Finally, some action has been taken.

He first picked at his ear, stretched, and then slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the furious crowd.

Look at the little girl who is crying.

Then I noticed Ross and the judge looking smug.

Lynn showed no panic, no guilt, not even a ripple of emotion.

From beginning to end.

His attention was not on this sham trial.

【Ding! 】

[Host has completed the first stage of the 9th round of the mission]

[Rewards for the first phase of the mission have been distributed]

[Reward: God-King Noxus Power/Bloodrage]

Forging the Throne (Phase Two)

[Task Released: Overcome Doubts]

【Mission Description: Noxus disdains hypocritical moral blackmail, and will never bow to the lies of power.】

True heroes feed on the blood and bones of kings!

[The God-King Noxus commands you to use the power in your hands to shatter all masks of falsehood!]

[Mission Reward: Wolf King (To be hatched)]

at last!

After listening to the other party's endless chatter, Lynn was bored out of his mind. Now he finally heard the system's notification.

If the task hadn't been "facing the criticism head-on," he would definitely have given a proper rebuttal.

At the very least, we should pass on the spirit of "people of the motherland," right?

Otherwise, he wouldn't have remained silent the entire time, letting the group of people on the other side trample on his face at will.

However, this second task—

There's a lot to say about that.

The first stage is to confront the doubts head-on.

The second phase is to dispel doubts.

The third stage —

Based on Lynn's understanding of the Noxian spirit and the backstory of God-King Noxus —

The final stage will undoubtedly involve a bloodbath.

But as things stand, how do we break through these doubts? Can we do it according to his understanding?

Lynn definitely wanted to complete the mission perfectly.

After all—who could resist having a handsome, cool, and howling wolf king by their side?

Immediately.

A malicious smile crept across Lynn's face.

Next, it should be his turn, right?

The angry shouts from the audience continued.

Originally, this group was wary of Lynn's superpowers, but now, thanks to the little girl's influence...

Immediately, people across the country were outraged.

Everyone is calling for Lynn to pay the price.

As for how many of the people here were arranged by Ross, Lynn couldn't guess, nor did he want to.

I just feel a bit helpless.

Why do people always assume he cares about reputation and morality?

Seeing that he did not react, the judge struck the gavel again and reprimanded him sternly.

"Defendant Lynn! Faced with the prosecution's charges and the victim's accusations, what else do you have to say?!"

All eyes.

They all converged on Lynn once again.

The camera zoomed in even closer.

The number of viewers watching the live stream has broken historical records.

Ross, the judge, and all the politicians present were waiting to see Lynn speechless and utterly humiliated.

Lynn simply stood up and exhaled a smoke ring.

"I admit to all the accusations you have leveled against me."

"But you must remember—no one in this world can judge me."