Chapter 90 Lynn's Fangs

Chapter 90 Lynn's Fangs (March, please vote!)

Lynn finished speaking.

The entire square fell into a deathly silence.

Ross lay slumped on the cold steps, blood still flowing from his severed arm, his face ashen white.

His eyes were filled with the most extreme fear.

The soldiers around him held their guns, their fingers on the triggers, but none of them dared to pull them.

They looked at the blood-soaked man on the steps, at the corpses and remains scattered on the ground, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

No one dared to step forward, and no one dared to stop them.

Just then.

A system notification sounded in Lynn's mind.

[Ding! The final stage quest for God-King Noxus—[Smash the Throne]—has been triggered!]

[Mission Description: The fall of a tyrant needs to be witnessed. Let all his subjects bear witness that the corrupt rule under tyranny will ultimately be reduced to ashes by a true monarch.]

[Mission Requirements: Execute the mastermind Ross publicly in front of a nationwide live broadcast. Shatter the false throne of power with absolute force and declare the arrival of your new rules!]

[Mission Reward: Permanently unlock God-King Darius's ultimate skill [Noxian Guillotine]]

The moment the system notification sound ended.

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

Cut the throne into pieces?

Just what he wanted.

The tasks of the third phase coincided with his ideas.

Lynn's original intention.

Since things couldn't be resolved and the fighting couldn't be stopped,

Why not leave a lasting impression on everyone?

It would be quite good to cut off Rose's head in public.

And the testimony required for the mission —

How many eyes are there here?

How many eyes are watching outside the live stream screen?

However, just as he was about to take action...

"Lynn! Stop!"

A sharp shout broke the deathly silence of the square.

Fury rushed down the steps.

His face was filled with unprecedented solemnity and anxiety; he knew all too well what Lynn was going to do next.

"You can't kill him! You absolutely can't!"

Fury stood a few steps in front of Lynn, his voice carrying a barely perceptible urgency.

"Ross is an active-duty general in the U.S. Department of Defense and a high-ranking military official appointed by the White House!"

"You're here, in front of the entire nation, on live television, executing him in public—"

"This is tantamount to declaring war on the entire nation!"

"Do you know what the consequences of this will be?!"

Fury's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

He could watch as Lynn dragged Ross down the steps like a dead dog and threw him onto the stairs.

He then placed the live-streaming equipment in front of him.

He did not speak up to stop Lynn's behavior.

But he absolutely could not stand by and watch what happened next.

Fury instantly guessed what was about to happen.

They were speechless with shock.

This will be something that has never happened before in history!

Is Lynn thinking things aren't bad enough?

Fury guessed Lynn's next thought —

This is undoubtedly a brutal trampling and rubbing of "their" dignity and face into the ground!

Regardless of whether Ross's actions were right or wrong.

But he represents national defense or the face of the country.

And now—

This "face" will be completely trampled by the person in front of you.

This also means————

Lynn was challenging the authority of the entire nation.

It is a provocation against the authority figure residing in the White House.

Fury had to step in and dissuade them.

"Why do you think Ross went to such lengths to force you to take action? He just wanted you to get to this point!"

"If you kill him, you will become the most typical extreme and dangerous individual in the United States, and even the world!"

"All superpowered individuals will be labeled as extremely dangerous because of you!"

"Do you know how much effort we've put in to ensure that people with superpowers and ordinary citizens can coexist peacefully?"

"If you strike with that axe today, all your efforts will be in vain!"

"In the future, only suspicion, hostility, and war will remain between superpowered individuals and ordinary people!"

"At that time, your enemies will be countless other superpowered individuals like yourself, and the very rules of the world!"

Fury's words carried weight and conviction.

Every word carries a heavy weight.

The soldiers, reporters, and civilians outside the cordon all held their breath.

His gaze was fixed on Lynn, awaiting her answer.

However----

Lynn noticed this heavy responsibility.

He simply shrugged indifferently.

Looking at Fury, he casually asked a question in return.

"so what?"

Just because of these ridiculous things, I'm going to let this guy who's tried to kill me time and time again go?

With his current abilities—

Lynn considered himself to be a good person.

Putting aside the fact that he did not indiscriminately kill innocent people, he also killed many troublesome individuals that the government found difficult to deal with.

Just look at this group of people in front of me—

It's already an act of great kindness on my part not to make those high and mighty guys fluff cotton for me!

You won't even eat beef anymore, and you expect me to be timid and hesitant?

Living at their mercy?

It's a joke.

so?

Fury was taken aback by the question.

He never expected this answer.

His anxiety then intensified.

"Lynn, look at the people in front of you!"

"Look at these people outside the police line!"

"How many of them once considered you their hero!"

"Do you really want to stand against everyone and become the enemy of the entire world?"

Lynn heard this.

After a long silence.

Looking down at his feet, he saw Ross, who was on the verge of death from excessive blood loss.

Ross looked at him, his eyes full of pleading.

The hissing sound coming from his mouth was a plea for mercy.

But because of the excruciating pain, he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Lynn remained expressionless.

Meeting Ross's pleading gaze, he slowly raised his foot.

next second.

Without hesitation, he stepped on Rose's intact right hand.

A "click" sound.

A crisp cracking sound of bones breaking, followed by a scream.

Ross's eyes widened suddenly, and he let out a heart-wrenching howl, writhing in pain as he curled up and rolled around.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through my clothes.

"Yes."

Only then did Lynn casually respond to Fury's question.

His gaze was nonchalant.

"I don't care about these things."

"Ross must die today."

He kicked Ross's hand away, tapped Ross's head with the tip of his axe, and slowly scanned the entire area, looking around—

Ultimately, it all came back to Fury.

The sound was broadcast live and reached every corner of the United States.

"Rose is the best example."

"The only price to pay for provoking me is your life."

The words fell.

He raised his foot again and stomped hard on Ross's left leg. There was another sharp crack, and the howl stopped abruptly.

The excruciating pain turned his face deathly pale instantly, leaving him too weak to even howl.

The pain was so intense that her eyes rolled back and she almost fainted.

And this moment.

Lynn truly gave everyone the most direct experience of the "devil".

But Lynn's part is not over yet.

"If the person in the White House still doesn't understand the situation and wants to send people to cause me trouble—"

Lynn chuckled lightly, his tone nonchalant.

But it sent a chill down the spine of the president watching on screen.

"I wouldn't mind going to the White House tonight and having a sensible person sit in that position."

"If you feel that what happened today is a great disgrace and you can't swallow this insult—..."

"That's also acceptable."

Speaking of which...

Lynn paused slightly and raised his axe.

"Then learn your lesson well!"

"They're not just anyone; they're people you can mess with."

Another foot landed.

Rose's only remaining right leg was also broken by being trampled.

Ross, with all four limbs crippled, lay completely paralyzed on the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

The light in his eyes gradually faded.

All that remained was the despair of impending death.

At this moment, all that remained in his heart was the regret of failure.

Lynn looked at him and shook her head helplessly.

His tone was full of sarcasm.

"Why bother? There was no need to go this far."

"All I've ever wanted is freedom, but you, Ross, want to lock me in a cage and use me as your weapon."

"You Fury—"

"You want to recruit me into S.H.I.E.L.D. and put me under your control."

"You never learn your lesson."

"As arrogant and conceited as ever, do you think you can just wag your tail and accept any ridiculous offer you make?"

"But I refuse."

"I'd like to see how many of you I have to kill."

Lynn's gaze was fixed on Fury, his tone suddenly turning cold as he asked, word by word.

"Fury, you should know better than anyone what other beings exist beyond the heavens."

"If I cut off their supply lines here—and then those things descend, who will bear the consequences?"

Fury's expression changed instantly.

He froze, unable to utter another word of dissuasion.

He knew all too well what Lynn was talking about.

The Kree, the Skrulls, the Chitauri, and that Asgardian god wielding a hammer.

Earth has never been safe.

Humanity's internal strife will only make them vulnerable when facing extraterrestrial threats.

And Lynn—

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more.

But Lynn had already looked away.

Lynn slowly raised the berserker battle axe in his hand, the crimson light on the blade illuminating Ross's pale, desperate face.

The cold axe blade landed lightly on Ross's neck.

"You should die."

Lynn's voice was very soft.

"To have your head chopped off in front of everyone—you should be able to write that into your country's history."

"after all."

"You are the first general of the Eagle Nation to be beheaded and displayed in public."

Ross made a hoarse sound in his throat, his body struggling wildly, his eyes filled with extreme fear and pleading.

He didn't want to die; he didn't want to die in such a humiliating way, in front of the world's cameras.

But he struggled.

Compared to Lynn, he was as insignificant as an ant.

Lynn applied slight pressure to her wrist.

With a "pfft".

The sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh and bone was so clear in the deathly silent square that it sent chills down one's spine.

The battle axe fell.

Heads fell to the ground.

Ross's head rolled onto the cold steps, his eyes wide open, still showing the fear he felt before his death.

Blood gushed from his neck, staining the entire set of steps and the live stream camera lens red.

The entire room fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

A few seconds later.

Screams erupted from the crowd outside the police line.

Some people screamed and backed away, while others cheered wildly, raising their arms and shouting Lynn's name.

Some people, their faces pale, cursed the devil.

The crowd instantly split into two extremes: pushing, arguing, and screaming all mixed together, creating complete chaos.

The reporters frantically pressed the shutter button.

The live stream exploded, the network crashed instantly, and all social media platforms across the United States were flooded with this bloody scene.

The Pentagon's underground operations room was in complete chaos.

The generals, their faces pale, argued as they watched the scene unfold on the live stream!

Some advocated for an immediate air strike, while others feared that it would completely enrage Lynn and trigger an even more horrific disaster, leading to a heated argument.

The New York underground.

All the gang families watched the blood-soaked man on the live stream, and remained silent in fear.

Kingpin's fate is still fresh in our minds.

Now that even a general from the Ministry of National Defense has been publicly beheaded by him, who would dare to harbor any ambitions towards this man?

Washington, D.C., the White House.

As the president watched the head rolling on the ground in the live broadcast, his blood rushed to his head.

Everything went black before my eyes, and I almost fainted.

He gripped the table, trembling violently, and roared at the Minister of Defense with all his might.

"Lock down Manhattan! Deploy all National Guard troops! Kill him! He must be killed!"

But after the roar.

He looked at the man in the picture, covered in blood and looking like a god of death, and his eyes welled up with undisguised fear.

on the square.

Lynn bent down and picked up the still-working live-streaming camera, pointing the lens at herself.

His face was splattered with blood, his bloodshot eyes stared at the camera, and a faint smile played on his lips.

"I know there are countless people watching me right now."

"Some of you curse, some are afraid, and some hate."

"It's okay."

"I'm putting my words here."

"Whether it's the White House, the Pentagon, S.H.I.E.L.D., or those monsters and demons in the underworld."

"If you want to cause me trouble, feel free to come."

"I'll be waiting at the Fisker Tower in New York."

"And I—am the giant wave that will sweep you away."

After saying that, he casually threw the camera on the ground, shattering the lens and cutting off the live broadcast signal.

Lynn turned around, glanced at Fury who was frozen in place, and then looked around at the soldiers who dared not move.

He casually tossed out a sentence.

"Don't come looking for me to die."

With that, he turned and walked out of the block.

Frank followed silently behind him, their figures disappearing into the distance amidst the billowing dust and the devastation.

They headed openly and honestly toward the Fisk Building, without any attempt to conceal their intentions or show any fear.

No one dared to chase after them.

No one dared to stop them.

In the square, all that remained were ruins, corpses, blood, and Fury, who lay paralyzed on the spot, his face ashen.

Fury watched Lynn's departing figure.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions and helplessness.

This was the second time he had been threatened to his face by Lynn.

He even had a premonition that if Captain Marvel hadn't been standing behind him, he would have been...

He'll probably end up like Rose.

He slowly closed his eyes and sighed wearily.

After today.

His country stands before the whole world—

It has become a complete joke.

That man will become the most unpredictable and uncontrollable variable of this era.

Kama Taj.

Wang stared at the scene unfolding in New York Square reflected in the water mirror before him, his face filled with disbelief and shock.

The teacup in my hand almost fell to the ground.

"The Ancient One—he actually killed General Ross—"

The king's voice was full of astonishment.

"He just publicly executed a high-ranking U.S. military official like that, completely breaking the rules of this world, the timeline—"

Sitting to the side, the Ancient One held a teacup, her gaze calmly fixed on Lynn's departing figure reflected in the water mirror.

Her face remained completely expressionless.

It was as if they had foreseen all of this.

-

Gu Yi took a small sip of tea and slowly opened her mouth.

"Rules are meant to be broken."

"But his actions will trigger countless chain reactions, and future consequences—"

Wang frowned, still filled with worry.

"The future is never fixed."

Gu Yi put down her teacup, looked out the window, and gazed through layers of dimensions, landing in the distant depths of the universe.

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