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Chapter 110 Ugly Faces, Still Want to Release People?

"So—you want to reject me?"

Lynn's light, airy voice echoed slowly in the closed presidential office. Although her tone was as light as a breeze, it touched the hearts of everyone present and instantly stirred up a storm.

Everyone's eyes were subconsciously focused on the man behind the desk, who was sitting with his legs crossed. Seeing the strange, ambiguous smile on his face, their hearts skipped a beat.

His body began to tremble involuntarily.

Could it be that this man is about to make a move again?

The cabinet members, along with the president, all glanced at the still-warm corpses on either side of the office, their noses filled with the lingering, heavy smell of blood, and their Adam's apples bobbed uncontrollably.

If Lynn's killing spree continues, all of them, including the president, will die here today.

At that time, they will become a complete joke in front of the whole world. America's century-long history of hegemony will be reduced to a puppet show that the world can trample on at will because of what happened today.

In fact, the joke was already half-written the moment Lynn single-handedly stepped into the White House and massacred the guards.

Their state apparatus, which they were so proud of, was exposed as utterly incompetent and ridiculous in the face of this man.

Not to mention, he had just made that earth-shattering demand for "compensation".

In front of the camera, the president's expression changed repeatedly, the color in his face fading and returning, rising and falling again.

Countless emotions were swirling wildly within him.

There was an extreme fear of Lynn, a strong desire to live, and even more so, a feeling born from this impossible request...

A shame that runs deep in the bones.

He knew very well that as the President of the United States, he absolutely could not agree to Lynn's unreasonable demands that trampled on the face of the nation.

This is not compensation at all, but naked revenge, forcing him, the president, to bow down and beg for mercy from Lynn under the watchful eyes of billions of people around the world.

He knew better than anyone that if he agreed to Lynn's request and sent those congressmen who passed the bill and high-ranking officials in the Department of Defense to Lynn, allowing them to follow in Ross's footsteps, his presidency would be over.

The national dignity of the United States and the credibility of its government will be completely destroyed at this moment—especially since this dialogue is being broadcast live across the United States.

He could never agree to this request.

The president took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the trembling in his heart, and slowly shook his head. His voice was slightly hoarse, but he still maintained the toughness of a head of state.

"impossible."

"I cannot agree to this compensation."

He paused, looking at the unchanging smile on Lynn's face, and forced himself to continue.

"Although I don't know why the conflict between you and Ross has escalated to this point, I have a general understanding of the cause and effect."

"Ross was the one who proposed the Superpower Registration Act and approved the operation. Now that he's dead, this should end here. Why are you continuing?"

"Mr. Lynn, as the highest leader of the country, I must first acknowledge your contributions to New York."

"Those gangsters and criminals who had been deeply entrenched in New York for years all died at your hands. From this point of view, you are by no means a vicious criminal."

"But why did you go to such lengths?"

"Breaking into the White House, killing security guards, taking the president and cabinet members hostage, and trampling on the nation's dignity through live broadcast?"

"I think this is a question that not only I am curious about, but also that of the tens of millions of people watching on camera."

"Furthermore—Mr. Lynn, after the incident, S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Department of Defense did not actually take any retaliatory actions against you, did not launch a crackdown on you, did not demand an explanation from you, and did not even issue a single official reprimand."

"You've repeatedly refused to communicate and haven't expressed any opinions. Is there anything else you're dissatisfied with?"

"If there is—"

"Why don't you just say it in front of the whole of America?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the office fell into a deathly silence.

Those few seconds of silence felt like an eternity to everyone present. Their breathing became rapid, and cold sweat trickled down their foreheads to their chins, which they dared not even wipe away.

The oppressive atmosphere brought by Lynn had already permeated every corner of this office.

The suffocating silence was broken only by a soft laugh.

Lynn chuckled softly as he slowly clapped his hands, the sound particularly jarring in the deathly silent office.

It must be said that he is a man who has risen to the presidency; his art of speaking is truly masterful.

First, point out the core of the problem, then subtly shift the blame; first, feign praise to undermine, then subtly criticize; going around in circles, and finally, all the blame is quietly pushed onto his head.

Lynn felt that this arrogant and ugly face, ingrained in the bones of politicians, and this ever-superior condescending attitude, was a skill in itself.

Ultimately, all of this was only because he fought his way here and held a knife to the president's neck, which earned him this polite conversation.

Even so, this "dialogue" still harbors an inescapable arrogance and accusation.

So from beginning to end, no logic was discussed at all, and it was all about who had the bigger fist?

Thinking of this.

Lynn's laughter gradually subsided, and he lightly tapped the hard mahogany desk with his fingertips, his gaze suddenly turning cold.

"Say something? I do have something I want to say to you."

"Your goal has never changed, has it? Even now, you haven't let go of your ideas. Everything is based on the premise that I lay down my weapons, accept your supervision, and become the second obedient gun in your hands, right?"

"The freedom you want to give me is nothing but a cage drawn on paper. If I disobey you in the slightest, I can be accused of a crime and besieged again. Is this poison coated in honey what you consider—the benefit and preferential treatment you're giving me?"

"Your skin, no, the skin of your whole group, is truly thick—I've already come this far, and you're still pretending not to know? You really don't know what I want? But now—it doesn't matter anymore."

Lynn slowly shook his head.

Another idea suddenly popped into my head.

The question is whether or not to cross his own bottom line. He previously said he would destroy the White House before leaving, but that was just a casual remark.

But now the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He felt a pent-up anger inside him, which made him uncomfortable. His anger was finally ignited. Should he cut off the heads of these hypocritical scoundrels in front of him?

After staring at the group of people in front of him for a few seconds, he continued to speak.

"I killed Ross because he had ill intentions towards me, used innocent people for human experiments, and tried to frame and control me, so he deserved to die."

"But after he died, did your government, Congress, or S.H.I.E.L.D. issue a single statement regarding Ross's crimes? You neither said you would continue the fight, nor did you give me a fair explanation. You just wanted to leave me hanging and let this matter fade away, right?"

"Is it because my fists aren't big enough, or I haven't killed enough people, that you think you can keep dragging this out?"

"All I did was kill Ross, a corrupt official, and Congress is sending the military to monitor me around the clock, and S.H.I.E.L.D. is coming to bother me again and again. The problem is—"

Lynn leaned forward slightly, his gaze like a cold knife, fixed on the president's face, and asked, word by word.

"Is all of this my fault?"

Although from the beginning he planned to escalate the situation, forcing Fury and the Avengers to go to war early, thus resolving all the troubles once and for all.

But he was genuinely disgusted by the double standards and hypocrisy of this group of people.

He has never wrongly killed an innocent person. Those who died at his hands were all people who had first intended to kill him or who had committed many evil deeds. His principles and bottom line have never been broken.

No matter how you look at it, he wasn't the one who started this whole mess, but everyone is trying to cause him trouble and pin all the blame on him.

If this isn't despicable, what is it?

Mind this.

The smile on Lynn's face vanished completely. He stared blankly at the trembling group of people before him, at the highest leader of the United States.

He spoke slowly in an extremely indifferent tone, each word striking the hearts of the crowd like a heavy hammer.

"I know all too well what you mean by that."

"Even if I hadn't disrupted the hearing and hadn't killed Ross, given Ross's influence in the military, would he really have been imprisoned? And even if he had, would it have made any difference to him? Would he have received the trial he deserved?"

"Ross ordered indiscriminate firing into the hearing room, and I fought back. Now you're going to accuse me of antisocial and anti-government crimes? Just because I killed someone in retaliation, everyone thinks it's my fault?"

"Does my attack on the military simply confirm my reputation for murder? I want to ask, is there any logic to that?"

"Not to mention the Superpower Registration Act you've proposed, which is just putting your double standards into practice."

"Those with superpowers must register their information, accept supervision, and obey your orders. Any disobedience will result in being labeled a terrorist and killed without exception."

"But you people who hold guns and sit in positions of power, who embezzle public funds, break the law, and disregard human life, will never be brought to justice, right?"

"In the end, it's just because I have the power to turn against you and overturn your table."

"Otherwise, wouldn't I have been subdued by Ross and become a prisoner at that hearing that day? And then forced by you to deal with those shady, dirty things and clean up your messes?"

"Finally, I should express my gratitude to you for this hard-won, brief freedom you've bestowed upon me? And then the cycle repeats until I'm completely brainwashed and become a compliant tool in your hands, right?"

"Didn't you want to ask why, and want me to explain?"

"That's the answer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lynn slowly stood up and shrugged.

A battle axe, gleaming with a cold light, appeared out of thin air in his hand, its blade still bearing traces of blood from the previous battle.

Although the Superpowers Act is no longer relevant to him, the Avengers, who are constrained by this act, probably won't live to see another civil war.

But that doesn't stop him from pointing it out now, making the whole world excited and stirring up all the other superpowered individuals.

He gripped his battle axe, walked step by step to the president, looked down at the president who was slumped on the sofa, his body stiff, and his gaze swept over the camera as he spoke, word by word.

On the streets of New York, countless people held up their phones, watching Lynn's figure on the live stream, and the originally noisy crowd fell silent.

In the emergency meeting room on Capitol Hill, lawmakers watched the live broadcast, their faces ashen, as countless accusations followed one after another.

Until Lynn's voice was broadcast live, reaching every corner of America and into everyone's ears.

"I don't want to wait any longer, I'm too lazy to argue with you about these principles, and I don't want to play along with your hypocritical act. You people will never admit your mistakes."

"In that case, I'll leave you with a lesson you'll remember for a lifetime."

"If more people die, you'll know what it means to admit your mistakes and stand at attention when you're being beaten."

The axe blade was slightly raised, its cold metallic sheen making the president's face appear deathly pale.

The cabinet members in the corner were so frightened that they stopped breathing, and some even fainted.

Just then, Frank's deep and urgent voice suddenly came through the miniature communicator Lynn had hidden in his ear, breaking the tense atmosphere in the office: "Lynn, three Quinjet fighters have landed on the South Lawn, and Rogers, Tony Stark, and their group have all arrived."

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"They've already stormed into the main White House building, and they'll be at the office door in a minute at most."

"There are also S.H.I.E.L.D. agents flanking you. Should I go and meet you now?"

Lynn paused slightly in his hand holding the battle axe, but instead of panic, his eyes blazed with fighting spirit.

The person he was waiting for finally arrived.

Lynn replied casually into the communicator.

"No need. Just protect the fighter jets and the live broadcast equipment. I'll handle things here myself."

After hanging up the call, he looked down at the president. The man, who had been slumped on the sofa, his body stiff, lit up instantly upon hearing the news that the Avengers had arrived.

His tense body suddenly relaxed, and his breathing became much more even. A hint of hope for surviving a disaster appeared on his face.

Lynn looked at him and a cold smile curled at the corner of her mouth; her change of heart was quite swift.

"It seems your reinforcements have arrived."

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"But it's alright, we'll settle our score after I deal with those guys outside."

"Stay here quietly until I get back. Don't try anything funny. After all, when a fight breaks out, no one will care who you are. If you get caught in the crossfire, you'll die without even knowing why, and nobody will care."

Say Heng.

He turned and walked towards the office door, casually twirling the battle axe in his hand. A faint crimson aura emanated from it, giving him an appearance full of fighting spirit.

In the live stream, his back was straight and arrogant as he faced tens of millions of viewers watching the broadcast, leaving behind his final words.

"If you want something funny, don't change the channel."

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"Now, the real show begins."

The moment he finished speaking, he kicked the heavy bulletproof door of the office open.

The heavy door slammed onto the marble floor of the corridor with a deafening crash, sending dust billowing up.

At the end of the long corridor outside the door, Lynn immediately saw that all of his "old friends" had arrived.

Rogers stood at the forefront, gripping his vibranium shield, his expression tense, his eyes filled with determination; to his side, Tony's Pink Armor mask opened and closed, his eyes devoid of any of their usual playfulness, only cold killing intent.

Banner stood at the very back, breathing heavily, green veins crisscrossing his neck; Fury, Natasha, Barton, and Rhodes stood on either side.

Even though they were all injured and not at their peak, their guns were still pointed at the door, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

This long-awaited final battle, under Lynn's constant urging, finally officially began.

And the battle took place in a special location like the White House.

It saved a lot of effort. This historically significant place will probably be completely destroyed today, with only one-tenth remaining.

Now, Lynn was even less anxious.

He looked exactly like a terrorist at that moment, and behind him were the people he had forcibly kidnapped and their money.

Lynn went back inside, pulled up a chair, and swaggered to the doorway, while the group of people in front of him seemed to be the embodiment of justice, there to punish a criminal like him.

But what surprised Lynn the most was that nothing was missed! Not only was Rod here, but Barton was too!

Now he doesn't have to spend time searching for them one by one anymore. At first, he was worried that the time was too tight and that these people wouldn't be able to get out of bed yet, but now it seems... the timing is just right!

And Banner, unsurprisingly, finally appeared.

It's no exaggeration to say that this group of people is already a semi-safe group of the Avengers, except for Thor who isn't here.

And this "villain" became the first enemy this group had to face, even before Loki.

He then glanced around and said with a smile.

"Did you all rush over here so quickly to join this interview? Don't rush, one at a time. Everyone gets a turn today! Anyone who wants to participate is warmly welcome!"

"However—anyone who disobeys, breaks the rules, cuts in line, or interferes with others will be punished! And this punishment—you may not accept it."

Lynn fumbled with his chin, speaking in a serious and detailed manner, practically slapping the words "I don't take it seriously" across his face.

How could the people of S.H.I.E.L.D. tolerate Kinnen's arrogant attitude?

Rogers immediately found it, tightened his grip on his shield, took a step forward, and unleashed a Roaring Slash.

"Lynn!"

Fury then stepped out, his deep gaze fixed on him.

"Lynn, let the president and the others leave first—"

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