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Chapter 108 Sweeping the White House

Unbeknownst to Lynn, under his repeated coercion and provocation over the past few days, the Avengers from S.H.I.E.L.D. who were still recovering from their injuries had already forced themselves to get out of bed and were preparing to face this unstoppable behemoth.

Even without knowing the specific details, he could guess that a counterattack was inevitable.

Right now, at the White House in Washington, the cannons on both sides of the Quinjet fighter jet slowly rose, their muzzles aimed at the main building of the White House. Even without firing, it was like a Damocles' sword hanging over the White House, making everyone in the area break out in a cold sweat.

As the heart of American power, this is the most heavily guarded area, and Fury absolutely cannot stand by and watch him run rampant in the White House.

After all, if Lynn stayed here for even a minute longer, even if he did nothing, the broadcast would show the world that this empire, which had dominated for a century, was so powerless in the face of him alone.

The resulting turmoil is something the White House, Congress, and S.H.I.E.L.D. absolutely cannot afford.

They had no room to back down and could only resort to violence against him.

Fury, we can't delay any longer.

Mind this.

Lynn glanced down at the monitor screen of the fighter jet. The high-definition camera clearly captured the unease and fear on the faces of the security forces deployed around the White House.

He couldn't help but sigh, but there was no hesitation in his eyes; instead, a fierce fighting spirit ignited within them.

He knew very well that once he stepped into that white house, which symbolized the spirit of the entire nation, the long-awaited final battle would begin.

Tony, Rogers, Banner—everyone who wants to get to him will do everything in their power to get here and stop him.

The roar of the Quinjet's engines gradually subsided, the fuselage dipped slightly, and it began to slowly descend, eventually hovering steadily in front of the fence on the South Lawn of the White House.

Inside the White House, in the Oval Office.

The president was staring intently at the live broadcast in front of him, watching the iconic S.H.I.E.L.D. Quinjet hovering in front of his house, and at the familiar yet terrifying figure beside the hatch. Cold sweat instantly soaked the back of his shirt.

He tried to maintain the dignity and composure of a president, but his slightly trembling fingertips betrayed the fear in his heart.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. kept many dirty things from him and reported them to higher authorities, he already knew the name Lynn very well.

The ruthlessness and power of this man—who publicly beheaded General Ross, disrupted the hearing, massacred a S.H.I.E.L.D. stronghold, and forced Captain America to retreat in disgrace—are etched into the very bones of everyone who knows the truth.

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He abruptly grabbed the encrypted phone on the table and, in a trembling but firm voice, issued a series of orders to the Secret Service director: "Immediately activate the highest level of security at the White House!"

"All special operations personnel, take your combat positions and escort me and the cabinet members to the underground operations command center!"

"The entire White House area is under lockdown!"

"All personnel, engage weapon safety. Shoot and kill any targets who intrude into the South Lawn without warning!"

"Contact the Department of Defense to immediately deploy the Army and Air Force National Guard to Washington to provide full support to the White House!"

"Also, contact Nick Fury at S.H.I.E.L.D. I need to know when he's going to take care of this lunatic!"

"Immediately evacuate all residents within a three-kilometer radius of the White House, cut off all civilian communication signals in the area, and block all live broadcasts! There cannot be even the slightest possibility of a leak!"

"This matter must not be allowed to spread!"

"Not only are all of America's eyes on this, the whole world is watching! We absolutely cannot let America's reputation be shattered in front of the world by this madman!"

One instruction after another was sent out like a tidal wave.

The entire White House instantly switched from a peaceful daily routine to the highest level of wartime status.

Outside the South Lawn, Secret Service armored vehicles quickly formed a cordon, heavy machine guns were mounted behind the flowerbeds, and all the sniper positions on the White House rooftop were in place, their dark muzzles pointed directly at the Quinjet hovering in the air.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder. Every guard's palms were clenched with cold sweat, their hearts pounded like drums, their fingers were gripping the triggers tightly, and they held their breath.

Just then.

The Quinjet's hatch slowly opened, and the hissing sound of the hydraulic levers descending was particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

Lynn appeared on the deck of the cabin door, one hand casually in his pocket, the other arm around a cameraman carrying live streaming equipment.

His figure had just come into everyone's view.

All the armed guards surrounding the White House trembled instantly, their fingers clenching even tighter.

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

In the entire United States today, no one is unafraid of Lynn.

Just then, Lynn was about to say something to the camera.

The cameraman next to him frantically fiddled with the equipment, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like a waterfall, his face pale, and even his voice trembling.

"Mr. Lynn—the live broadcast signal has been lost."

"All channels are blocked; it can't be transmitted at all—"

He's now kicking himself. He thought he'd get a breaking news story that was unique on the entire internet, but now he realizes he's been tricked. He didn't get the story, and now he's going to lose his life.

Seeing this, Lynn didn't seem surprised. He just raised an eyebrow helplessly, took out a palm-sized black device from his pocket, and casually tossed it next to the camera equipment.

He had anticipated the White House's move and had Frank prepare a military-grade anti-jamming device in advance, which could forcefully break through the signal blockade and transmit the live broadcast throughout the United States and even the world.

"Don't worry, the equipment is already turned on."

"The signal should be restored in three minutes at most."

Lynn patted him on the shoulder, then turned to look at the figures that were faintly visible inside the White House building.

He leaned slightly forward and roared into the loudspeaker on the deck. His voice carried clearly throughout the entire White House area through the speakers.

"Are you all really going to be so tactless?"

"I originally said I was just coming to the White House for a visit and to chat with the President. The way you're acting like this is really impolite."

"Or are you just trying to give me a reason to explode?"

"I originally wanted the entire American population to witness this live broadcast, but you cut off the signal. Since they can't watch it, this surprise will have to be enjoyed exclusively by those of you here."

"Hide well, don't let me find you."

Lynn's voice, filled with undisguised mockery and ruthlessness, was like a sharp knife, piercing deep into the hearts of every guard.

The pallor on everyone's faces intensified; they all knew that if a fight broke out, it would be a one-sided massacre.

In the underground command center, the president clearly heard the roar, and his face turned extremely grim.

The Secret Service director immediately stepped forward and urged him in a deep voice.

"Mr. President, please enter the underground safe house immediately. It's a bulletproof, sealed space 100 meters deep; it's absolutely safe!"

The president shoved his hand away, stared intently at Lynn's figure on the monitor, and gritted his teeth as he spoke each word clearly.

"I'm not going into the underground palace!"

"Right here, watch him get shot!"

"If I were to hide in a bunker a hundred meters underground today because of some madman, tomorrow the whole world would know that the US president was so scared he hid in a mouse hole!"

"He will utterly crush the face of all of America under his feet!"

He paused, then gave the order again to the head of the Secret Service.

"The command center is completely sealed off. All firepower is concentrated on the south lawn. I want to see this madman riddled with bullets with my own eyes!"

only..

Lynn didn't give him much time to make arrangements.

He turned to look at the cameraman who was slumped on the deck, and smiled, silencing the plea for mercy that was about to come out of his mouth.

"You stay here and don't wander off. Since these people don't want to be dignified, I'll help them be dignified."

"Once the signal is restored, I'll need you to continue the live broadcast for me. Speaking of which... I've never been a war correspondent before."

"I'll take you inside for an interview with the President later. You don't need to thank me for this unique opportunity."

After saying that, he turned to look at Frank in the driver's seat and gave a deep order.

"Frank, you stay in the fighter jet and hold this position. After I clear out the outer foes, you can come in with me."

"If anyone dares to sneak around from behind, deal with them directly without holding back."

Frank nodded, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He raised his hand and placed the shotgun against the hatch, aiming the muzzle at the flank of the White House, perfectly protecting Lynn's retreat.

The moment the words fell, Lynn's figure plummeted like a shooting star, leaping from the deck of the fighter jet dozens of meters high and crashing straight to the ground!

"boom!"

With a dull thud, he smashed a half-meter-deep crater into the solid concrete ground, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards, instantly raising dust in the air.

This one action —

It immediately ignited everyone's tense nerves!

Lynn dusted himself off, slowly raised his head, glanced at the extremely tense guards around him, and walked forward at a leisurely pace, finally stopping in front of the ancient black iron fence.

He could clearly see that every sniper position on the White House rooftop was filled with shadowy figures, their specially customized .300 Winchester Magnum rifles pointed directly at his head.

In this regard.

Lynn simply gave a polite smile.

next second.

He slowly raised his foot, channeling all his terrifying power into his leg, and kicked out fiercely at the fence in front of him!

"Clang!"

The wrought iron fence, weighing several tons and reinforced with bulletproof steel plates, was kicked away like paper under the terrifying force of this kick, instantly uprooted and sent flying!

The fence tumbled through the air, crashing across the smooth South Lawn, kicking up turf and dirt, before finally slamming heavily into the fountain in front of the White House, sending water splashing several meters high.

From the moment Lynn leaped from the fighter jet, the Secret Service director in the White House command center was on edge. The instant the reinforced fence was kicked away, he could no longer contain himself and roared the highest order into the communicator: "Fire!!!"

"Kill without mercy!!!"

A roar followed, and then a series of gunshots rang out!

Large-caliber sniper bullets and heavy machine gun bullets rained down on Lynn, instantly filling the air with sharp whistling sounds!

But just as the guards pulled the trigger, Lynn's figure vanished from everyone's sight!

Even the most advanced Schmidtbender optical sights couldn't detect his movement at all!

His speed was already beyond the limits of what the naked eye could perceive!

Dane flashed, leaving only a faint afterimage in his wake. He leaped several meters high, covering a distance of several meters in a single step, leaving a series of deep blind footprints on the soft grass.

He jumped several times in quick succession, all in the blink of an eye.

He had already crossed hundreds of meters of lawn and rushed straight to the wall of the White House main building!

Dane looked up at the stunned snipers on the rooftop, still frantically pulling triggers, his smile widening. He chuckled and said, "Friends—since you've fired, you'll pay the price. Time to die!"

The moment he finished speaking, Dane, with his blind finger, slammed his finger against the White House wall and shot upwards like a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, he had already reached the top of the White House.

Before the sniper at the front could react, he felt a numbness in his wrist, and the heavy sniper rifle in his hand was crushed into scrap metal by Dane's bare hands.

Screams rang out one after another as Dane's figure darted and moved nimbly on the rooftop. In just a few seconds, he had completely cleared out all the sniper positions, leaving no survivors.

He stood at the highest point on the roof of the White House.

Looking down at the chaotic guards below, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

The next second, Dane leaped off the roof. Before the guards at the heavy machine gun position could even turn their guns around, they only saw a flash of red before deafening explosions rang out one after another.

Dane darted and weaved through the hail of bullets, and with a thought, he activated the "You Can't Touch" ability, causing the whistling bullets to pierce through his body and hit the ground behind him, kicking up clouds of dust.

It has to be said that this ability is truly useful, worthy of being called a Colored Hextech. Moreover, this skill, when combined with [Wind Blade], might have some surprising effects in certain situations!

Dane's smile widened.

But in the eyes of these guards, it was utterly terrifying. How could someone be so excited about something?

Dane threw another punch, and the armored vehicle in front of him was as fragile as paper, with a hole punched through it. The fuel tank exploded instantly, and flames shot into the sky, turning half the sky red.

"Fire! Keep firing!!"

The captain of the guard's roar sounded particularly jarring amidst the gunfire, but before he could finish speaking, Dane had already flashed in front of him, crushed the heavy machine gun in his hand with a light pinch of his fingers, and snapped his neck with a twist.

As the fighting escalated, Dane's speed and power became increasingly terrifying, and countless cries of pain were mixed in with the gunfire surrounding the White House.

It was as if the tragic memories of the bloody scenes at the Supreme Court in New York had been awakened once again.

Dane strolled leisurely across the South Lawn, and screams and explosions followed wherever he went.

He destroyed the heavy machine gun emplacement with his bare hands and shattered the bulletproof cordon with a single blind kick. Those well-trained Secret Service guards, who were known as the strongest in the United States, were like ants in front of him.

In just two seconds, the South Lawn, which had been filled with the deafening sound of gunfire, fell into complete silence.

Only the burning armored vehicle was still crackling, and the ground was covered with the wreckage of weapons, with broken bulletproof glass and twisted steel fragments scattered everywhere.

The exterior walls of the White House main building are riddled with bullet holes, and the once solemn presidential residence has now been reduced to a scene of devastation.

Dane stood in the middle of the mess, not a speck of blood on his body, his clothes swaying gently in the wind, as if he had just done something insignificant.

Just then, the camera equipment on the fighter jet's deck suddenly emitted a "buzzing" electrical sound, and the screen lit up instantly.

The military-grade anti-jamming device inside the Quinjet successfully broke through the signal blockade, and the live broadcast was officially restored.

The cameraman, slumped on the deck, stared at the lit screen.

He froze, his hands trembling, and instinctively pointed the camera at the scene on the south lawn.

Meanwhile, countless people across the United States who were watching on their screens only saw the previously dark live broadcast room suddenly light up.

next second.

The White House ablaze, the dead bodies of flies scattered on the ground, and the devastated South Lawn all came into view without warning.

The number of viewers in the live stream surged to millions within three seconds, and the barrage of comments instantly filled the entire screen, causing all major social media platforms across the United States to crash completely at the same time.

"My God—is this the White House?!"

"The South Lawn is completely destroyed—are all the Secret Service agents dead?!"

"Lynn really stormed the White House?! He single-handedly wiped out the entire White House security detail?!"

"The White House—has fallen?!"

This question swept across every corner of the United States like a tidal wave.

The emergency meeting of Congress was abruptly interrupted, and the operations command room of the building was deathly silent. The officers watching the live broadcast had faces full of disbelief and horror.

No one expected that Dane would actually dare to storm the White House alone, and even more unexpectedly, he completely tore apart the White House's supposedly most secure security defenses in the United States in less than a minute.

Standing in front of the White House, Dane heard the suppressed gasps from the camera crew on the deck of the fighter jet and turned to look in the direction of the camera.

Just then, the deafening roar of engines came from the horizon.

Dane slowly raised his head and looked at the skyline outside Washington, where Air Force fighter jets were breaking through the clouds at supersonic speed.

Moreover, the heavy sound of tank engines could be heard from the ground, indicating that the army had also arrived.

But none of these were the people he was waiting for.

But it doesn't matter. Dane believes that the Gods' Bureau would never be absent during such a lively time.

He then flashed a polite yet menacing smile at the live camera, casually uttering a sentence to the millions of viewers across the United States: "I said—I would let everyone interview the President, and now is the time for me to fulfill that promise!"

After saying that, he turned and walked toward the closed, several-ton bulletproof main door of the White House.

Dane reached out and gripped the heavy doorknob, his arms bulging slightly. With a sharp, metallic clang, he forcefully pried open the White House door, which even rockets couldn't open.

The heavy door slammed onto the floor of the White House headquarters, kicking up clouds of dust.

Dane stepped inside at a leisurely pace, with the burning war hordes behind him and the core of American power in front of him!