"Do you want to die?"
Lynch hovered in front of him, speaking from three or four meters in the air, exuding immense pressure.
But this guy still wore a look of disdain and indifference, even raising his gun at Lynch and firing again.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
He emptied his pistol's magazine, threw the gun aside, and looked provocatively at Lynch.
"Is that it? Is that all you've got?"
The bullets hit Lynch's face with precision, but everyone knew they were useless.
The only effect was to anger Lynch, who initially intended to toy with the guy. His eyes turned cold, and a murderous intent arose.
This also showcased the officer's tenacious fighting spirit, reminding Lynch of the saying, "Even with broken limbs, one must keep fighting in front of the enemy."
This guy hadn't just broken his arms; his entire body had suffered multiple fractures.
Lynch activated his X-ray vision and saw the steel in the guy's spine...
His name was Blonsky. He had undergone modifications by General Ross, injected with the same super-soldier serum as Captain America. In his battle with the Hulk, his stubbornness led to him being kicked by the Hulk, resulting in multiple fractures all over his body.
Subsequently, steel rods were implanted in his spine, and he was injected with gamma serum in Mr. Blue's lab in New York, transforming him into Abomination, wreaking havoc in New York.
Abomination had gray skin, a ferocious face, spiky protrusions on his body, and was even stronger and more powerful than the Hulk, overpowering him in battle.
But in the end, due to the demands of the storyline, he was defeated by the Hulk.
This guy kept fighting and losing but never gave up, constantly going head-to-head with the Hulk, earning the title of Marvel's most stubborn fighter.
And now, with steel rods in his body, it was clear he had already been shattered by the Hulk.
But then he said, "Is that it?"
Lynch couldn't believe it.
The combination of taunts and "Is that it?" wasn't damaging but filled with insult.
I'm at a loss here.
Should I just break his bones again or make it more painful?
Lynch's gaze lingered on Blonsky, who showed no fear and seemed even eager for a fight.
"You've got courage."
Lynch slowly descended, standing in front of Blonsky with a mocking smile.
"What was the outcome of your last courageous stand?"
Lynch glanced at Blonsky's back, then casually asked:
"How did it feel to have your entire body shattered? How does it feel to have steel holding your body together?"
Blonsky was instantly filled with shame and anger. In his fury, he swung his fist at Lynch.
"Overestimating yourself."
Lynch sneered.
Blonsky, having been injected with the super-soldier serum, had physical abilities similar to Captain America, with strength far beyond ordinary people.
But the serum had a side effect.
It amplified the user's personality traits.
So while the kind-hearted Captain America became a hero, many others who took the serum became villains.
Blonsky's amplified trait was his competitiveness.
After being injected with the serum, Blonsky's desire to win became overwhelmingly strong.
That's why he faced off against the Hulk repeatedly, with an indomitable spirit, even uttering, "Is that it?" to Lynch.
He craved victory over powerful enemies, and even when facing unbeatable foes, his competitiveness wouldn't let him retreat an inch.
Ultimately, driven by this strong desire to win, he forced Mr. Blue to inject him with gamma serum, transforming him into Abomination.
So even after witnessing Lynch's invincibility, he attacked without hesitation.
Even though he had already learned this lesson, with steel rods lining his spine, revealing their marks whenever he exerted force, making him look like a monster.
But... so what?
I, Blonsky, will die in battle with my enemy, never retreating or running away!
Blonsky was clearly much stronger than ordinary people, his movements visibly quick and fierce, causing some soldiers secretly observing to briefly entertain the absurd fantasy:
Could he defeat that monster?
The hopeful fantasy lasted only a second.
In Lynch's eyes, Blonsky's movements were as slow and weak as those of an eighty-year-old woman.
He felt no urge to fight.
So Lynch reached out, slapped Blonsky's face at lightning speed.
Blonsky didn't seem to understand what had happened. He only felt a dizzying spin before collapsing.
Around him, the soldiers bowed their heads even lower, like ostriches trying to hide, an amusing sight.
Lynch walked over, grabbed Blonsky like a dead dog, and dragged him in front of General Ross.
Then, as if tossing aside a piece of trash, he threw Blonsky at Ross's feet, whose face was now ashen.
General Ross stood within a strange circle, looking like Tang Sanzang under Sun Wukong's protective spell, not daring to move.
"Is this your grand plan? Your painstakingly researched super-soldier program?"
Lynch spoke as calmly as if commenting on the weather.
"Not bad. They've got plenty of courage. Might be good for a suicide squad."
General Ross remained silent, trying to maintain a shred of dignity.
"Are you out of your mind?"
Lynch sighed as if lamenting a lost cause, "People research high-tech weapons, and you're here with super soldiers."
He continued, even more dramatically, "Do you really think you can create flying, earth-bending super soldiers?"
Ross's expression wavered slightly, finally meeting Lynch's gaze, "You think it's impossible? Then what are you?"
"Me?"
Lynch shook his head.
"I'm not something you can create. Even if you could, how would you control it?"
"Brainwashing? Implanting control chips? Or praying they see you as their creator and follow your every command?"
But Ross didn't respond, his expression suggesting that Lynch just wouldn't understand, as if they were on entirely different wavelengths.
"Okay."
Lynch clapped his hands, then slowly began to rise.
"Conversation's over. Now, make a choice."
Lynch floated higher, his voice becoming distant and ethereal.
"Don't you love making choices?"
The soldiers below felt their hearts leap into their throats.
"Option one: your soldiers' lives."
One soldier, terrified, looked up at Lynch, but the distance and blinding sun made it impossible to see his face clearly.
"Option two: your own life."
Lynch paused, a faint laugh echoing.
"You have one minute. I'm fair like that. If there's no answer, then you all die."
General Ross's face finally changed dramatically. He glared at Lynch, breathing heavily with anger and shame.
On one side, his own life. On the other, hundreds of soldiers.
How to choose?
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
"I choose myself."
General Ross spoke, his voice full of sorrow and regret.
"Oh?"
Lynch calmly accepted Ross's choice and continued, "Reason?"
Ross, expression cold, replied, "Because I'm more valuable to the country than these soldiers."
"Good answer!"
Lynch lightly applauded.
"Soldiers, unfortunately, you've been sacrificed for the greater good."
Lynch sneered.
"So, please don't try to run, don't try to resist, don't try to hide. Close your eyes and count down from ten..."
"No!" A soldier, overcome with fear, clutched his head and screamed with his eyes shut.
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die..." Someone tried to hide, trembling and mumbling.
...
"Why the hell is one man's life worth more than all of ours?" Finally, a young Black soldier stood up, pointing his gun at Ross and shouting angrily.
"We were taught from a young age that all lives are equal. Why should we die just because of your so-called greater good?"
"Yeah, aren't our lives worth anything?"
"Kill him! Maybe if we kill him, we can survive!"
The situation spiraled out of control...
Driven by the will to survive, everyone went crazy.
"No, no, no, your lives mean nothing in the face of the bigger picture. Time's up; accept your fate!"
Lynch's eyes suddenly emitted heat vision.
"No!"
Everyone was falling apart, some shooting at Ross, some fleeing, some standing still waiting to die...
But after a while, Lynch's heat vision still hadn't struck the soldiers.
Lynch quietly watched from above, then suddenly spoke in a booming voice:
"Now do you understand the situation?"
[AN - Mc yapping lol]