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Chapter 111: Battle Begins!

In the White House corridors, a strong stench of blood mixed with dust assaulted the senses.

Fury and his team marched forward, stepping over shell casings and dried bloodstains. The pillars along the way were riddled with bullet holes, and the bodies of special agents could be seen everywhere around the corners.

Their deaths were gruesome, but without exception, they were all killed with a single blow.

The lack of any signs of fighting meant that Lynn encountered almost no significant resistance when he cleared out the garrison.

The crowd's expressions grew increasingly grim, and the same conclusion emerged in their minds—Lynn had completely broken off all pretense of civility, leaving no room for turning back.

Most fatally, the president and the entire core cabinet members were still in Lynn's hands.

Fury's eyes were filled with gloom, his fingers gripping his pistol tighter and tighter, an overwhelming sense of regret churning within him.

Perhaps from the very beginning, from the moment Lynn first showed his mettle during the Kingpin incident, he should have abandoned those attempts at appeasement and instead used the toughest methods to firmly grasp Lynn in his hands.

If I had personally put this inescapable "golden headband" on him, he wouldn't be in this situation today, being pushed to the edge of a cliff step by step, only to have it backfire on him.

What sank him even further was that the signal sent out by that old pager has yet to receive any response.

Whether Captain Marvel will receive the signal or when she will arrive on Earth is all unknown.

In this battle, they were at a complete disadvantage from the very beginning.

Most of the team members were injured and far from their peak condition. The president and cabinet members were also being held hostage by Lynn. They were constrained at every turn, hesitant to act, and their chances of winning were so slim as to be almost invisible.

Fury couldn't help but sigh heavily, walking along while rapidly calculating ways to remedy the situation in his mind.

The goal was to rescue the president and cabinet members safely from Lynn's clutches, while also ensuring the remaining troops could escape unscathed.

But the more he thought about it, the more hopeless it seemed. This depressed mood spread like a plague, making the atmosphere in the whole team even more gloomy, and even the sound of footsteps became particularly heavy.

Natasha, still pale-faced, walked to the side of the group. Looking at Fury's tense profile, she could only sigh inwardly.

As someone who had been in contact with Lynn from the very beginning and even lived with him at Tribeca's apartment for a period of time, no one knew better than her how terrible Lynn was.

This man is not only decisive in killing, but also has a set of rules that he will never break. What makes him most helpless is that there is not a single weakness in him that can be exploited.

Lynn had no relatives or friends, no ties, and power, wealth, and lust were all meaningless to him. He acted entirely according to his own will and had no weaknesses that could be coerced.

The president and cabinet members are now in his hands; they are less like hostages and more like pawns he uses to control others. Expecting him to release them easily is simply a pipe dream.

Natasha glanced around at the group around her, her heart sinking even deeper.

Barton was exhausted and pale, barely able to lift his hand to nock an arrow; Rhodes clutched his chest, each step accompanied by a suppressed cough, the internal injury from Lynn's axe blow still not fully healed.

Although Fury was in charge of the central command, he couldn't provide much direct combat power.

The only truly capable mainstays left are Rogers, Tony, and Banner.

Yet these three key players, like Tony and Banner, were utterly defeated by Lynn at the last hearing, with no chance to fight back.

Now----

"Chief—"

Natasha opened her mouth, about to say something, but Fury raised his hand to interrupt her.

Fury slowly shook his head, a resolute glint in his single eye, his voice low yet carrying an undeniable power.

"We have a chance of winning, as long as we can drag this out."

"All the planning is useless now. Lynn has attributed all the problems to his fists."

"If we win, everything will go according to our plan; if Lynn wins, everything we've held onto will vanish."

"Gentlemen, prepare for battle!"

As the words fell, the corridor came to an end.

After several twists and turns, the group finally stood at the door of the president's office.

As soon as my gaze swept over, I saw the bulletproof door that had been violently kicked away and was deformed after hitting the ground, and a tall figure walking out of the office at a leisurely pace.

It's Lynn.

Upon seeing this, everyone tensed up instantly and assumed a fighting stance. Natasha drew her pistols with both hands and lowered her body to prepare for battle.

Barton leaned against a pillar, drawing back his composite bow with all his might. The arrowhead gleamed coldly, locked onto Lynn's chest.

The cannon barrel of the Rhodes Armor instantly lit up with a red charging light, and the muzzle was aimed at Lynn.

Banner stood at the back of the line, his hands clenched tightly together, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy, and green had already crept up his neck as he desperately suppressed the surging Hulk within him.

Even the abomination Bronsky, who was hiding at the back, instinctively transformed. His dark green skin covered his entire body, his muscles bulged, and he assumed a fighting stance. However, his body was still trembling slightly uncontrollably, and his severed arm was throbbing with phantom pain. His eyes were filled with undisguised fear.

In an instant, the dark muzzles of guns, the cannons poised to fire, and the fully drawn bowstrings were all aimed at Lynn.

They regarded him as their most deadly enemy and dared not relax their vigilance in the slightest.

Lynn naturally took in the tense situation.

Looking at the group of "old friends" in front of him who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, Lynn couldn't help but sneer.

Unlike the extremely tense atmosphere opposite him, he appeared relaxed and carefree. He even turned around and moved a genuine leather office chair from his office, sitting down casually at the office door like a spectator watching a play, smiling as he looked at the group of people who were standing at attention.

He sat alone at the door of his office behind him, like an insurmountable mountain, trapping the president and cabinet members inside and preventing anyone from having any other thoughts.

But their survival instincts still caused them to instantly emit cries for help, one after another, revealing their ugly side. The cries of men and women mingled together and reached the ears of those who came to their rescue, sounding particularly jarring in the long corridor.

"Help! Someone help us!"

"The president is still here! Fury! Get us out of here!"

"So many people have died here! I'm a cabinet member!"

"Get us out of here! We can't stand it here anymore!"

These cabinet members, who were usually high and mighty, had completely lost their dignity at this moment. They frantically cried for help to Fury and his group in the corridor, but no one dared to approach the door guarded by Lynn even half a step.

As Lynn listened to the cries and wails, his smile deepened, and he made no attempt to stop them.

Since the live stream was still running, the ugly behavior of these politicians was being broadcast to viewers across the United States without missing a single word.

This will allow everyone to see what kind of people these people who usually wield power are really like.

To his surprise, amidst the cacophony of cries for help, the president's voice was conspicuously absent.

Upon hearing the crucial information that "the president is still here," Fury and his group all breathed a slight sigh of relief.

At least, the worst hasn't happened yet; the president is still alive.

But their expressions were still extremely grim.

Fury stepped forward, his single eye fixed on Lynn in the chair, his merciless accusations echoing down the corridor, his tone filled with suppressed rage.

"Lynn, I'm giving you one last piece of advice: release them."

"Don't let things get any worse."

"Your demands and questions have been clearly stated in front of the entire nation. The next steps are up to the President..."

This has nothing to do with these unarmed civilian staff.

"Besides, we're already here."

"Your current actions are directly contradicting all your previous positions. By using the president and cabinet members as hostages, forcing us into this situation with their lives, how is your behavior any different from that of a terrorist?"

"Lynn, you've really disappointed me!"

"I believe S.H.I.E.L.D. has never wronged you. What you did in New York was something S.H.I.E.L.D. cleaned up for you."

"I'll help you quell the public opinion!"

"From beginning to end, I've made enough concessions and compromises for you, and this is how you repay me?"

"What about your principles and bottom line?"

Fury still harbored a sliver of hope, but this hope was not for Lynn to surrender, but rather for Lynn to release the highest leader of the United States.

At least they will have fewer constraints.

Just as Fury finished speaking.

Rogers stepped forward and stood beside Fury, his vibranium shield held firmly in front of him, his eyes fixed on Lynn, his tone filled with unwavering determination.

"Lynn, stop."

"Holding civilians hostage and threatening the president has crossed all lines. Release them, and we can sit down and talk. We can give you a fair explanation for the injustices you suffered."

"But if you insist on continuing down this wrong path, we will not stand idly by—don't let the situation worsen!"

"When we met at the Fisk Tower last time, I told you I would definitely stop you. Don't be so stubborn!"

Lynn glanced at him and scoffed.

I'm tired of hearing it over and over again.

However, that anxious look on his face is quite amusing.

Only because the president was held hostage in their hands could these people have this attitude; if it had happened before—

Lynn couldn't think of anyone else who would treat him with such "enthusiasm," and immediately spoke up.

"Explain?"

"Are you going to give me an explanation, or am I going to give you one?"

"Rogers—where's your face?"

"So much time has passed, and no one has come forward to give me an explanation, not even a single word. I'll stop here."

"Who among you has criticized Ross? Who has set the tone for Ross's actions? Not a single one!"

"Is it because you feel too ashamed to admit it and want to continue to let me bear this infamy, or are you thinking of getting rid of me once and for all? Would that preserve your reputation?"

"That's disgusting—"

Those few words made Rogers' grip on his shield tighten suddenly, his face tense instantly, and he couldn't utter another word.

Fury was well aware of Lynn's plans.

By shielding the president and cabinet members behind them, the other side has seized their Achilles' heel.

They were hesitant to act rashly, fearing that any extreme move would trigger a massacre in the office.

While Fury was using words to directly restrain Lynn, dozens of steel legion mechs, under the cover of the buildings, were silently surrounding the entire presidential office area from all sides of the White House.

These are all mass-produced suits developed by Tony Stark in his early years. They were originally prepared to deal with alien invasions, but were not used against Killian. Instead, they were used today on the battlefield against Lynn.

Tony, clad in his Mark armor, hovered outside the window to the side of the office. The armor was in full stealth mode, the reactor on his chest glowed faintly, and his palm cannons and shoulder-mounted missiles were already silently aimed at Lynn at the office door, locking onto him with firepower.

Through the bulletproof glass, he could clearly see the president huddled in the sofa area and a group of cabinet members slumped on the floor. He immediately lowered his voice and used an encrypted communication channel to send a message to everyone in the corridor.

"Tony is in position, the hostage's location is confirmed, all 32 Jaegers on the flanks have completed their encirclement and lock-on, the firing channels are open, and we are ready to move at any time."

Upon receiving Tony's message, Fury felt a slight sense of relief, and a resolute glint flashed in his single eye.

He knew he had achieved his goal of stalling for time and there was no need to continue feigning compliance, so he spoke again, his tone now carrying a final warning.

"Lynn, take my advice and stop!"

"Since you guessed that my last trump card is Captain Marvel, you should know that as soon as she appears, all the chaos you've caused will be instantly ended."

"With her abilities, you'll ultimately only lose to her. Aren't you worried at all?"

Upon hearing this, Lynn simply chuckled softly.

Sure enough, everything went exactly as he had predicted.

Fury, that old fox, finally pressed the pager button and sent a distress signal to Captain Marvel deep in space.

Fortunately, his decision to storm the White House today was precisely what he had anticipated, forcing these people to come and stop him immediately. It was an unintended consequence that he stumbled upon Fury's plan to stall for time.

Lynn slowly stood up from his chair, gripping the Berserker's Axe in his hand and spinning it around, the cold glint of the axe blade flashing under the corridor lamp.

His aura surged as his fighting spirit rose, and the smile on his face gradually faded, leaving only a cold indifference as he looked at the group of people in front of him.

"Of course I know!"

"But I can guess that you probably only pressed the pager button a short while ago, right? The universe is vast, how long will it take her to receive your SOS message?"

"Even if we received it—how long would it take to travel across the stars to reach Earth?"

"Do you remember what I said before?"

"Even if she does come, it will take time. And before she arrives, I will destroy everything you see before you. People and things alike."

"I can kill everyone in this area!"

At this point, Lynn slowly raised the battle axe in his hand, pointing the blade at Fury, and the smile on his face completely disappeared.

All that remained was a cold, expressionless face. He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice not loud, but enough to send chills down the spines of everyone present: "Like right now."

"Actually, my coming to chat with the president is always just a matter of convenience. It's just to give you a reason to come and fall into this trap."

"In fact, my target from the very beginning has only been you few. I'm right here, having prepared this grand war ceremony for you, understand?"

These words, broadcast live, reached every corner of the United States. The already chaotic live stream was instantly flooded with comments, plunging Capitol Hill and the Pentagon into unprecedented chaos.

"Who gave you permission to attack me first?"

"Do you remember the rule I set? Anyone who points a gun at me is—none left alive!"

The moment Lynn finished speaking, Fury and his group's expressions changed drastically!

Damn!

Fury realized instantly that they had fallen into Lynn's trap from the very beginning!

Lynn's storming of the White House and taking the president hostage was never the ultimate goal, but rather a bait!

His goal was to lure all the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. core forces who were hostile to him into the closed environment of the White House and wipe them all out in one fell swoop!

He wanted to leave them all here forever before Captain Marvel arrived!

Thinking of this, Fury's face turned ashen, and at the same time, Tony's urgent voice came through his earpiece.

"All mechs have locked onto the target, ready!"

There is no turning back now.

A final, resolute glint flashed in Fury's single eye. Without hesitation, he roared into the communicator, issuing his final command.

"Attack! Open fire!!!"

At the same time, Frank's deep and cold voice came through Lynn's earpiece, accompanied by the crisp sound of a gun being cocked.

"Lynn, I've reached the ventilation ducts behind them, and Tony outside the window is within my firing range!"

"Ready to fire at any time!"

A cold smile curled at the corners of Lynn's mouth.

He spoke calmly into his headset, issuing the instruction without the slightest hesitation.

"Then shoot."

"Just fire one shot to interrupt Tony's progress, I'll handle the rest. As for the mechs on the flanks, you take care of those eight. As for these guys in front of us—"

"Leave it to me."

The moment the words fell, gunshots, cannon fire, and the whistling of bowstrings piercing the air erupted in the corridor!

Countless bullets, shells, and armor-piercing arrows rained down on Lynn like a storm!

Lynn, holding the Berserker's Axe, grinned at the people in the photo.

"Everyone, are you ready to stay here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed and disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only Lynn's voice echoing in the corridor.

"Whether the president will die today, I don't know yet, but you lot might die here!"

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