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Chapter 107 Lynn: Is it alright to visit the White House?

"Friends!"

"Come over here, everyone, come and see the good stuff!"

The sound of loudspeakers stirred up the usual hustle and bustle of Times Square.

Half an hour ago, the silver-gray Quinjet landed in the center of the most central roundabout in Times Square using vertical takeoff and landing (VTOL) mode.

The moment the plane appeared, it startled the tourists all over the street, but no one dared to step forward to stop it.

After all, the day before, this man named Lynn had been running rampant on the streets of New York, and even the New York police and secret agents only dared to watch from afar, not daring to provoke him.

Lynn stood casually on the wing, megaphone in hand, with a several-meter-wide banner stretched out by Frank using steel cables at his feet; the red background and white lettering were particularly eye-catching.

Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., presents Lynn with a brand-new, fully fueled Quinjet fighter jet as his personal vehicle.

Frank leaned against the fighter jet's landing gear, his hand always on the trigger of his shotgun, his cold eyes sweeping over everyone who tried to approach, ready to strike at any moment.

No one dared to look him in the eye for more than three seconds.

Even more shockingly, Lynn had hacked into the system of all the commercial electronic screens in Times Square.

The scrolling luxury goods ads and movie trailers were all replaced by his live stream. The glaring banner was projected onto every large screen, making it clear to everyone who passed by.

"Look carefully, everyone. This is not a toy model. It is a genuine S.H.I.E.L.D. military Quinjet!"

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Lynn's voice, carried through the loudspeaker, echoed throughout the square with undisguised mockery. He deliberately leaned down and aimed the camera at the clearly visible S.H.I.E.L.D. emblem on the side of the aircraft.

There's also a unique nameplate printed inside the cockpit.

"See that?"

"Director Fury knew that my Fisk Building needed something to enhance its prestige, and that I needed a private jet, so he sent it over without hesitation. He even filled the fuel tank, and was so thoughtful that he didn't even turn off the ejection seat safety, just in case I wasn't used to flying it!"

"Today, I, Lynn, am here to give this great philanthropist a proper shout-out!"

He suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the dense array of cameras in front of him.

"Let all of New York, all of America, and the whole world see what a generous and compassionate director of S.H.I.E.L.D. is!"

"I must proclaim this kindness to the world!"

The streamlined fuselage, the weapon pylons still attached to the wings, and the military avionics system still showing signs of use all point to the true identity of this fighter jet.

At first, the surrounding people were afraid and dared not approach, but the scene was so absurd and explosive that instead of scattering and fleeing, they were attracted and more and more people gathered.

Countless cell phones were held overhead, and countless media vans had already blocked the surrounding streets. Long lenses and short lenses were all aimed at Lynn on the wing.

The live broadcast signal had already filled all the news channels across the United States, and even many international media outlets switched to the screen to broadcast this surreal farce in real time.

Nobody's a fool.

Anyone with a brain knows that Lynn is already at odds with the authorities and S.H.I.E.L.D., so how could Fury possibly send him a fighter jet?

As for how the plane came to be, the public could not guess the bloody details, but they came to the same conclusion with absolute clarity.

The authorities and S.H.I.E.L.D. have become so incompetent that they can't even keep an eye on their own military aircraft, which were easily taken away by this man who turned New York upside down, as if they were his own property.

This public humiliation, akin to execution, would infuriate not only the politicians in Congress and the Security Council, but even a clay figure would be enraged.

Lynn looked at the growing crowd below and the rapidly scrolling live stream comments on the screen, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

Tolerate?

He wanted to see how long Fury could hold out.

Even if this old fox can keep his temper in check, can those politicians on Capitol Hill and those old guys on the Security Council really stand it up?

Wouldn't they pressure Fury to make a decision immediately?

After what happened today, he didn't believe Fury could still hide in the shadows and pretend to be dead.

Of course, he did this not only to prepare for the possible arrival of Captain Marvel, but also for a very practical reason.

That is, he couldn't find those secret locations of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fury, the biggest "corrupt boss" in S.H.I.E.L.D., not only poured huge sums of budget into these "vehicles," but also used the rest of the money to build safe houses and secret bases.

Lynn didn't have the time to search the world for these remote and obscure places.

Instead of conducting an inefficient, blanket search, it's better to force them all to come out.

Just as Lynn's shouts reached their peak, he casually unblocked the communication channels of the surrounding police stations.

Less than half a minute later, the piercing sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached, instantly shattering the atmosphere in the square.

A sea of ​​red and blue police lights flashed as NYPD police cars instantly blocked all entrances and exits to the plaza. Following closely behind was a long line of identical black Sabobans, their doors opening in unison as heavily armed S.H.I.E.L.D. agents filed out.

NYPD officers quickly set up a cordon, keeping onlookers out. Then, officers and agents formed a double encirclement, firmly trapping the Quinjet and Lynn and Frank in the middle.

This is completely different from yesterday's timid and hesitant attitude.

Today, all the agents drew their sidearms, not pointing them directly at Lynn, but keeping them ready to fire at any moment, with safety on and bullets loaded.

They appeared to be fully prepared and ready to fire at any moment.

Even so, many agents' fingers trembled slightly, and their eyes held an undisguised fear as they looked at Lynn.

Lynn's image had already left an indelible mark on their hearts.

Coulson, his face grim, walked through the crowd to the front of the fighter jet, the veins on his forehead bulging taut.

His once gentle gaze now held only icy rage, yet he maintained the composure and orderliness of an eighth-level agent, uttering not a single empty threat.

"Lynn, stop with your attention-seeking tricks."

His voice carried an undeniable warning.

"You hijacked a S.H.I.E.L.D. active-duty fighter jet, trespassed into the core public area of ​​New York, and incited public opinion to smear official agencies, all to force the director to take action."

As he said this, he took half a step forward, and the agents behind him instantly tensed up.

"The director's tolerance for you has reached its limit."

"Don't think that only your patience has its limits. S.H.I.E.L.D. will no longer tolerate you, and the director will no longer back down. This attitude has changed—"

however.

Before he could finish speaking, Lynn interrupted him.

Lynn didn't even look down at him. She simply raised the megaphone again, looked around at the densely packed cameras, and suddenly shouted.

"Friends, the surprise I've prepared for you today is far more than just this fighter jet!"

"I have an incredible gift for all of America!"

"Is there any media friend who would like to be the eyes of the American people and join me in witnessing the opening of this gift?"

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His gaze passed over Coulson, over all the agents and police officers with guns, as if these men on high alert were nothing more than insignificant stones on the roadside.

He wasn't even qualified to be distracted by a glance.

The live stream camera accurately captured this moment.

Viewers across the United States watching the live broadcast instantly erupted in uproar, while Coulson, standing still, froze on the spot.

Under the spotlight of countless cameras, he stood there like a clown, not even worthy of being looked at seriously by his opponents.

But what chilled him to the bone even more than the humiliation was Lynn's words.

What Lynn was determined to do, despite being completely surrounded by S.H.I.E.L.D., was definitely no small matter.

The "gift" this man mentioned must be something that will cause a huge upheaval throughout the United States!

Coulson was about to speak up and sternly stop him.

Lynn lowered his head, smiled at the media in the crowd holding cameras, and spoke again.

"Does anyone raise their hand?"

"Would you like to come up and sit in this fighter jet that the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. gave me? Don't worry, I will absolutely not attack you. I will also give you a tour of every corner of this plane."

"Once we reach our destination, the entire event will be broadcast live. This is a one-of-a-kind headline news story. Don't miss it today—"

"Even if I wait a lifetime, I'll never have another chance!"

"Is anyone brave enough to come?"

The moment the words fell.

A dozen hands instantly rose from the crowd.

Even though everyone knows that Lynn is a "devil" who dares to turn New York upside down at the slightest provocation, this exclusive live broadcast opportunity that could go down in news history is enough to make all media professionals risk their lives.

One young reporter, in particular, carrying a local news station camera and with abrasions on his arm, was pushing his way forward with all his might.

Lynn's gaze landed precisely on him, and the smile on her lips deepened.

He put away the megaphone and jumped off the wing.

Frank immediately straightened up and stood beside him, his cold gaze sweeping over the encirclement in front of them. The already tense agents instantly shrank back.

As the "devil" walked straight toward the encirclement, the NYPD officers and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents forming the human wall instantly constricted their pupils, their hands gripping their guns tightened, and their legs trembled slightly uncontrollably. They instinctively stepped aside, making way for him.

Especially when they met Lynn's smiling eyes, many agents' Adam's apples bobbed uncontrollably, and they even held their breath, unable to muster the slightest courage to stop him.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Lynn walked up to the young reporter and patted him on the shoulder.

"Congratulations, lucky audience member, come with me."

The young reporter's face flushed instantly, half with excitement and half with fear. His hands, which were holding the camera, were trembling, but he still gripped the equipment tightly and followed Lynn toward the fighter jet.

Just before the hatch slowly opened, Lynn finally turned his head to look at Coulson, who was standing there with a livid face. He smiled and spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching Coulson's ears.

"Remember to tell Fury when you get back."

"His time is running out."

As the hatch slammed shut, it shut out all the noise and hostility from the outside.

The Quinjet's engines roared, the vertical takeoff and landing system was fully activated, and the powerful airflow made it difficult for the surrounding police officers and agents to open their eyes.

Under the watchful eyes of countless cameras, the silver-gray fighter jet slowly took off, but instead of flying south immediately, it circled the skyscrapers of Manhattan three times at low altitude, and even deliberately flew more than ten kilometers toward Long Island, completely disrupting the ground's flight path predictions.

Inside the cockpit, in the co-pilot's seat, a young cameraman was holding a camera, the lens steadily pointed at him, the live broadcast signal extending from the square into the air without a single second of interruption.

Viewers in front of their screens flooded the comments section with guesses about Lynn's destination—was it the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D.? Or Capitol Hill? Or perhaps the NYPD headquarters?

No one could guess how far this crazy man would take this farce.

At the same time, at the Trident headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D., the red hotline in the director's office was instantly dialed.

Fury stood in front of the monitoring screen, his eyes fixed on the Quinjet fighter jet in the live broadcast. There was no anger on his face, but rather a terrifying calm, with only his clenched fists.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Is he trying to completely overturn the table?

A dozen minutes later, the Quinjet suddenly changed direction, hurtling south at an extremely low altitude of about 100 meters. The city skyline below gradually transformed into Washington, D.C., and the iconic white-domed building finally came into view through the porthole.

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Lynn turned around and flashed a bright smile at the camera. The moment she opened her mouth, everyone watching the live stream across the United States felt their hearts skip a beat.

"Friends, we've arrived at our destination!"

"The final destination of this journey is Washington, D.C., and the place I'm going to is—"

"1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, the White House!"

Lynn shrugged at the camera, her tone as relaxed as if she were going to visit her neighbor.

"I've never been inside before, not even once in my life."

"I've heard that the presidential chair in the Oval Office is quite famous. I'd like to sit in it and see if it's comfortable and if it'll hurt my butt."

"oh!"

"Please don't misunderstand, I'm just going to visit and, by the way, get an autographed photo from the President of the United States to fulfill this little wish of mine."

Lynn smiled gently, but his words, coupled with his action of flying a S.H.I.E.L.D. fighter jet straight into the White House no-fly zone, were seen by everyone as no different from a "declaration of war".

No one would believe that he was simply there for a visit.

How could something Lynn called a "surprise" be something as simple as just asking for an autographed photo?

The young reporter holding the camera suddenly felt his legs buckle, and he almost slipped off his seat. The camera in his hand also wobbled, and it looked like it was about to fall to the ground.

Lynn reacted quickly, reaching out to steady the camera, then pulling an unopened bottle of mineral water from the storage compartment and handing it over, patting him on the shoulder with a smile.

"Don't be nervous, hold some water and calm down. I'm really just going for a visit, what's there to be afraid of?"

Only after the reporter shakily accepted the water bottle did he slowly turn around, his gaze sweeping over the White House no-fly zone that was now almost within reach outside the porthole. The smile on his face gradually faded, leaving only a cold chill, which was transmitted to every screen through the live broadcast signal.

"but----"

"If anyone dares to fire a bullet or a missile at my brand-new plane, the one that Director Fury personally gave me, when I fly into White House airspace, then I—"

"I'll be very unhappy."

"And the consequences of my displeasure will be severe."

At this point, Lynn slowly turned his head and stared at the camera expressionlessly. Under the gaze of those eyes, everyone couldn't help but tremble. That indifferent expression was like a "death sentence".

At the same time, in the Oval Office of the White House.

As the White House silhouette drew ever closer on the live stream, the president slammed his coffee cup onto the carpet with a thud, soaking his trouser leg with scalding coffee, but he was completely oblivious.

He roared almost incoherently at the Secret Service director and military generals in front of him.

"Stop him!"

"Stop him at all costs!"

"We absolutely cannot let him storm the White House!"

The entire air defense system of Washington, D.C. was activated instantly.

Lynn looked at the air raid warning lights that lit up outside the porthole, but the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

He knew very well that everything he had done today was a complete reversal of the situation, leaving no room for compromise.

He wanted to force these people hiding in the shadows to give him a final answer.

He refused to believe that if he personally blocked the White House entrance, holding the face and lifeline of the entire nation in his hands, and did it all on live television, these people would remain unmoved.

What's more—he timed it perfectly, disrupting all predictions by flying in circles, and only revealed his destination when he was about to enter the no-fly zone.

The White House and S.H.I.E.L.D. had no time to complete the president's evacuation plan; the president was now trapped inside the White House.

As for wanting to stop him?

Lynn was even hoping that someone would stop him, and that he would force everyone to come over.

Meanwhile, at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, in the director's office.

The air in the office had frozen to freezing point.

Fury remained standing in front of the monitoring screen, watching the Quinjet that had already entered the White House no-fly zone, his eyes surging with suppressed rage.

Without a doubt, Lynn's coup attempt has driven him to a dead end.

In particular, Lynn's journey to his final destination was something he could not ignore under any circumstances.

Thinking of this, Fury couldn't help but slowly shake his head.

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Suddenly, he heard several steady footsteps behind him, followed by a righteous voice that slowly rang out.

"Let's go stop him."

Fury slowly turned around and looked at the people standing at the office door.

Several people, already dressed and standing in front of him, each with a pale and tired expression on their face.

But there was no hesitation or retreat on the faces of these people; they had already prepared for the worst.

White House.

Just as the Quinjet was about to fly over the White House.

Rows and rows of anti-aircraft missiles, and heavily armed escorts had already pointed their guns at the plane in the sky.

however.

Just before the firing began.

The fighter jet suddenly stopped, hovering in mid-air, and slowly opened its hatch under the watchful eyes of everyone.

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The moment the hatch opened, a deafening roar erupted.

Are you sure?

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