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Chapter 112 First Target: Rhodes

With a command from Lynn and Fury, the long-awaited final battle finally erupted as scheduled.

Neither side held back from the beginning, but their goals were completely different.

Fury must regain control of the situation, subdue Lynn, and even eliminate this threat forever, while ensuring the lives of the president and cabinet members are preserved.

Lynn's goal from beginning to end has always been the same: to keep the people who once pointed guns at him in this White House forever!

But from the moment the battle began, the balance of power had already shifted.

Fury and his team were always hesitant to use weapons of mass destruction, fearing that stray bullets might hit the president and cabinet members in the office. Every move they made was restrained.

Lynn, however, showed no fear, relying on his own abilities to maneuver and dodge bullets left and right in the narrow corridor.

The shells all grazed his body, hitting the pillars and walls of the White House, sending debris flying, but they didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

In an instant, deafening gunfire, the roar of armored energy cannons, the muffled thuds of collapsing walls, and the cries of wounded soldiers filled the air.

The White House, which had just been quiet for a short while, has once again become a bloody meat grinder, with boiling murderous intent almost lifting the roof off.

Even without live broadcasts, the constant explosions and muffled thuds emanating from inside the White House were enough to leave the isolated public speechless and chilled to the bone.

Meanwhile, the fierce battle in the White House corridors was still being broadcast live across the United States.

The previous confrontation between Lynn and the president and Fury finally brought the grassroots people back to their senses, and they gradually saw the root of this turmoil.

It wasn't that Lynn was indiscriminately bloodthirsty, but rather that the government and military's framing and suppression drove this man, who could have been law-abiding, to the point of overturning the table.

But the people at the bottom could see Lynn's anger and understand the root of the problem. Those high-ranking officials and members of parliament who held power and manipulated politics would never admit their mistakes.

To maintain their dignity and power, they can only use more lives and greater chaos to cover up their initial framing and malice. Even now, there is no sign of them admitting their mistakes.

The sounds of gunfire and the devastation at the White House broadcast live ignited the emotions on the streets of Washington.

Outside the police cordon, crowds of people who had rushed to the scene gathered. Some held up signs to express their sympathy for Lynn and shouted for the government to disclose all the details of the Superpower Registration Act and give Lynn a fair explanation.

Some people shouted in the direction of the White House, denouncing the government's hypocrisy and recklessness; even worse, some people took advantage of the turmoil that swept the country to carry out rampant looting, vandalism and arson in various neighborhoods of Washington, with fires and thick smoke rising from every corner of the city.

Meanwhile, Army and Air Force special forces had completed the encirclement of the White House, with tanks and armored vehicles lined up along the streets, their cannons aimed at the White House main building.

Armed helicopters hovered at low altitudes, while fully armed infantry advanced step by step toward the core area of ​​the White House in combat formation.

Meanwhile, officers from the Washington Metropolitan Police Department could only serve as background figures, frantically setting up police tape and unable to get involved at all.

The entire city, and indeed the whole of America, was plunged into unprecedented chaos because of Lynn's lone action, and everyone was on edge.

The live stream chat had gone completely wild, with countless people chanting Lynn's name in support of the resistance, and countless others condemning the government's disregard for human life. Everyone in front of the screen was watching this turmoil slide into an irreversible abyss.

Inside the White House corridor, Fury stared at the wall that Lynn had casually blasted apart, listening to the bad news coming through his earpiece. He was so angry that veins bulged on his forehead, and he cursed out that classic swear word.

"OMG Fuck!"

He couldn't understand why, after such a huge incident, those idiots at the Pentagon didn't go to maintain city order or calm the out-of-control crowd, but instead insisted on sending the army into this deadly meat grinder battlefield!

Those high-ranking officials deserve to die!

"Chief! The military has completely surrounded the White House, and the vanguard has already stormed through the side entrance!"

Coulson's anxious voice came through the headset, with dense gunfire and explosions in the background.

"I went up to negotiate, but they were extremely tough and told me to get out of the way! The military commander said they had received direct orders from Congress to kill Lynn in the White House at all costs, including the hostages!"

Fury's brows furrowed deeply, his face so dark it seemed to drip water.

What a bunch of hopeless idiots!

What he despised most were these politicians who only sat in their offices and talked a lot, using soldiers' lives as bargaining chips.

That's why he turned a blind eye to the Avengers' actions when the Sokovia Accords were introduced and the Avengers Civil War broke out.

But now, these idiots are pushing the situation into an abyss from which there is absolutely no way to salvage it.

"Don't they know how horrible Lynn is?!"

Fury roared into the communicator, his single eye filled with bloodshot veins.

"Damn idiots! What's the use of these ordinary soldiers? They'll just be throwing their lives away! Do they want more people to die at Lynn's hands and make this chaos even worse?"

"Coulson, stop them by any means necessary!"

"Even we couldn't stop Lynn; they're just throwing their lives away! Those bastards at the Pentagon only care about keeping their own positions secure!"

"Lynn doesn't care who attacks him; if they dare point a gun at him, he'll kill them!"

However, bad news kept coming.

Before Coulson could respond, Hill's hurried and panicked voice came through the communicator, even trembling slightly.

"Coulson! Get out of the White House perimeter immediately! Quickly!"

"We've detected that the alien creatures that previously appeared around Lynn have infiltrated the White House area on a large scale through the underground pipe network! Not only are there the smaller individuals, but there's also an elite host organism comparable in size to a human!"

"Their attribute strength is extremely high, far exceeding that of previous individuals! Their goals are clear: either to infiltrate the White House to support Lynn, or to clear obstacles for Lynn on the periphery!"

"Coulson, get out of here immediately! Quickly!"

Before Hill could finish speaking, several deafening roars suddenly erupted from the streets outside the White House!

The ground instantly cracked and collapsed, and four monsters with eerie purple light all over their bodies and shells that looked like they were inlaid with purple gems burst out of the ground!

Three of the smaller individuals resembled swift wild beasts, on all fours, their distinctive horns reflecting a chilling glow in the sunlight.

The elite mother at the forefront is as big as a grown man, and her body is like a mutated alien.

These are the Void Zerg that were born from the Void Rift in the past few days. Although time is limited and they are not very useful against the Avengers, they can still easily defeat ordinary armies.

Elite monsters possess one-tenth the attribute panel of Super Soldier Serum, making it incredibly easy for them to deal with ordinary soldiers.

The moment they broke through the ground, they received the ultimate command from Lynn through the system.

Clear out all armed targets outside the White House who are hostile to Lynn.

And the place where they broke through the ground was precisely in the center of the army's encirclement.

In an instant, all the soldiers in the encirclement were stunned, and Coulson finally saw the monster Hill had mentioned, his heart sinking.

In that instant of his daze, a burst of gunfire shattered the tranquility of the street!

Four Voidlings, one large and three small, roared at the surrounding soldiers like hounds on command, and instantly charged into the crowd!

Braving a hail of bullets, its hard exoskeleton blocked most of the bullets. With a swing of its sharp forelimbs, it tore a hole in the armor of the armored vehicle, and the soldier inside died instantly without even a scream.

Smaller individuals darted through the crowd, leaving behind a trail of screams and instantly staining the streets red with blood.

Inside the White House, Fury froze on the spot as he listened to the intense gunfire, explosions, soldiers' cries of agony, and the roars of the Zerg through his earpiece.

He whirled around, staring at the figure in the middle of the corridor who remained composed amidst the hail of bullets. He unleashed a hysterical roar and barrage of questions at Lynn, his emotions escalating with each sentence: "Lynn! What do you want?!"

"Those monsters, are they just left outside for you to volunteer for?"

"Just how far are you going to take this farce?!"

"Do you know what you're doing? You're starting a full-scale war!"

"Are you really crazy enough to take on the entire country single-handedly?!"

Upon hearing this, Lynn scoffed, dodging the heavy punch Hulk was throwing from behind. He then swung his axe at Rogers' vibranium shield, causing Rogers to stagger back several steps, cracking the marble floor beneath his feet.

He looked up at Fury, his tone full of mockery and chilling coldness.

"What's wrong?"

"You're allowed to bully the few with your numbers, but I'm not allowed to find some help to clean up the trash?"

"These soldiers' lives matter, but my life doesn't? When they rushed in with guns to kill me, why didn't you ask them what they wanted?"

The four questions, each more desperate than the last, made Fury feel as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, with a constant, tearing pain.

He had already considered the worst possible outcome.

Lynn is now truly fighting against the entire American national machinery all by himself.

His boast that "I can slaughter the whole of New York" is clearly coming true step by step.

How many people will ultimately die at Lynn's hands in this chaos? Where will this war ultimately lead?

No one could have predicted it.

Just as no one could have predicted who would win or lose in this battle that was unequal from the start.

At the very center of the battlefield, Lynn was facing encirclement pressure far exceeding any previous battle.

On the front, Rogers held up his vibranium shield, tightly blocking Hulk's path. The fully transformed Hulk let out a deafening roar, each punch carrying earth-shattering power, sealing off all of Hulk's escape routes.

Abomination Bronsky was also forced to transform and rush forward, but his eyes were full of evasion and fear. Even as he charged, he deliberately lagged half a step behind Hulk, not daring to truly face Lynn's axe blade. The shadow of having his arm severed by the axe was already etched into his bones.

Above his head, Tony hovered in the air, his palm cannons and shoulder-mounted missiles firing in rapid succession. Jarvis's 32 Iron Legion mechs were weaving a massive net of firepower, blocking all his escape routes.

From the flank, Patton's armor-piercing arrows precisely targeted every dodging opportunity, but he always managed to deflect them with his axe blade, the arrowheads embedding themselves deep into the pillars.

Rhodes' war machine's cannons spewed flames incessantly, its heavy firepower suppression never ceasing; Natasha used cover to constantly move around, her dual pistols firing precisely in bursts, specifically targeting his blind spots for sneak attacks.

Meanwhile, Fury hid in the rear, using a modified large-caliber sniper rifle to constantly look for an opportunity to take down the enemy with a single shot.

Not to mention the endless stream of soldiers rushing in from all the entrances to the White House, like a tidal wave. Even if one batch fell down a second ago, a new batch of soldiers would rush in to fill the gap the next second.

Even if Frank could hold off an army from one direction on the outside, his two-man team was still stretched thin in the face of such a huge numerical disadvantage.

But Lynn's face showed no sign of anxiety or panic.

He's still waiting.

Waiting for the most suitable time.

After all, he has always been the "king of trump cards," and he had anticipated this situation long ago.

But right now—the scene isn't tragic enough, and not enough people have died.

He wanted the entire American public to see clearly through live broadcast how, in order to cover up its mistakes and to control a superhuman who refused to submit, this government would not hesitate to send countless young soldiers to their deaths.

He also wanted to use this bloody sacrifice to completely tear off the hypocritical mask of those in power, shake the government's credibility from the root, and let everyone see the true face of this government.

As for the "Superpowered Person Control Act," it's no longer important. Anyway, this country isn't his country, so there's nothing wrong with it being in chaos, and even being overthrown wouldn't be a problem.

He no longer cares.

Hearing Frey's hysterical questioning, Lynn couldn't help but scoff. He dodged again, avoiding Tony's barrage of palm cannons, and with a backhand axe, he shattered an oncoming steel mech. The explosion reflected the calm smile on his face.

His effortless demeanor undoubtedly made the Avengers, who were fighting against him with all their might, look embarrassed, and their sense of powerlessness grew stronger.

"certainly."

Lynn's voice pierced through the roar of gunfire and reached Fury and everyone else's ears clearly.

"I had considered this situation long before I came to the White House, and I anticipated that you would fight back with all your might."

"Speaking of which—in my current state, I'd say I'm facing an entire nation all by myself, wouldn't you say?"

"But so what?"

"As long as I kill you until you are terrified, until no one dares to point a gun at me anymore, these soldiers who rushed up to their deaths will naturally understand what it means to be a futile effort."

"Besides—there's nothing wrong with this situation."

Lynn's smile vanished abruptly, a chilling killing intent flashing in his eyes, as he said, word by word, "What I want is total war!"

The moment he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of Frank's figure flashing past the ventilation duct in the distance.

Frank, using cover, had just fired a precise shot that hit the reactor in Tony's suit, directly disrupting Tony's plan to use stealth to flank and rush into the office to rescue the president.

Because he exposed his location, he was instantly locked onto by more than a dozen mechs controlled by Jarvis. Dense firepower relentlessly pursued him, forcing him to constantly dodge between pipes and cover, looking extremely disheveled. The shotgun in his hand could not inflict much effective damage on the mechs in the air.

Upon seeing this, Lynn immediately shouted instructions to Frank.

"Frank! Go and hold one side, stop the advancing troops from the outside! Just hold one side, let the others in!"

"The White House is cramped, so they can't use their long-range heavy artillery. They can only pile up lives! That should hold out for a while!"

After saying that, he suddenly looked up at Tony, who was suspended in mid-air and constantly adjusting his firepower. A cold smile appeared on his lips, and his tone was full of undisguised threat: "Tony, you better point all your Jaegers at me."

"If you dare to get distracted by dealing with Frank, I will immediately get distracted and go back to the office to have a good chat with that dear president."

"I think you wouldn't want to see that kind of scene, right?"

One sentence instantly froze Tony in his tracks.

He gritted his teeth, looking at Lynn's confident expression, and finally could only give Jarvis the order to have all the mechs lock their firepower onto Lynn again, not daring to be distracted for even a moment.

He could never allow the president to be killed before his eyes, so he could only be precisely controlled by Lynn and trapped on the front lines.

Lynn's gaze had already passed over the barrage of artillery fire and landed on the jet-black war machine mech in mid-air, the one with the most powerful firepower.

His grip on the Berserker's Axe tightened slightly, crimson blood rage patterns surging wildly around him, the accumulated blood rage power causing the axe blade to glow with a dark red aura.

Let's start with you.

One by one, anyone who dares to point a gun at him today will not leave this White House alive.

The moment he finished speaking, Lynn exerted force with his feet, and the marble floor beneath his feet shattered instantly. His figure shot into the sky like a blood-red lightning bolt, and the berserker's axe, carrying earth-shattering power, cleaved straight towards the war machine mech in mid-air!

"Rhodes, I remember you've always seemed to have a lot of hostility towards me, haven't you? It's been like this since our first meeting, and I kept my promise and returned the favor with an axe, even though I didn't kill you last time—"

"But this time, you won't have the same good luck as that day."

"Today—you'll be the first one to die!"