Lynn put down his pen and looked up at him.
"Because it's not worth it."
"Not worth it?"
Soldier Boy looked as if he had heard the biggest joke in the World.
"Defending freedom, fighting the enemy, this is my F--King duty!"
"What do you take me for? A whore who only knows how to pose on billboards and sell smiles?!"
"It seems the days of peace have made you forget your identity."
Lynn stood up.
He unhurriedly unbuttoned his suit jacket, took it off, and tossed it over the back of his chair.
He calmly rolled up the cuffs of his white shirt, revealing his well-defined arms, and walked slowly toward Soldier Boy.
"I will remind you one more time."
"Your duty is to obey me."
Soldier Boy watched Lynn's movements, his fury gradually replaced by anger.
He clenched his fists, his knuckles popping like beans.
"Perfect, I haven't stretched my muscles in a long time either!"
He moved.
Without any warning, a heavy punch capable of punching through a tank struck straight at Lynn's face!
However, the fist was stopped dead in its tracks less than a centimeter from the tip of Lynn's nose.
Soldier Boy saw a hand.
Lynn's hand.
That hand grabbed his wrist casually, yet it made him feel as if he could not move forward another inch.
"Your strength has increased quite a bit."
Lynn remarked.
"It seems the steak and whiskey of the peaceful era have provided you with good nutrition."
The next second.
Lynn delivered a knee strike, slamming hard into his abdomen.
Soldier Boy curled up like a shrimp, bile and stomach acid spraying from his mouth.
Lynn didn't give him any chance to breathe, grabbing his hair and slamming his tall body onto the ground as if dragging a dead dog.
His expensive handmade Italian leather shoes stepped on the back of his head, again and again, precisely and forcefully.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
A mark made of blood soon appeared on the floor.
Intense pain and humiliation ignited Soldier Boy's final madness, and the energy within his body began to gather.
Just as Soldier Boy was preparing to use his chest blast to fight Lynn to the death.
That long-lost feeling of suffocation returned, and the light on his chest involuntarily extinguished.
He rolled over onto his back on the floor, his own hands tightly clutching his own throat.
Lynn looked down at the face that had turned purple from lack of oxygen, lifting his foot to step on his chest.
"Now, do you understand?"
"You are not a hero; you are just my weapon."
"Your glory, your anger, your will... are all worthless."
"Only when I grant you glory can you enjoy the cheers of the masses."
"Only when I tell you to kill someone can you kill them."
"When I tell you to shut up, you have to swallow your teeth mixed with blood."
Soldier Boy's hands clutching his throat finally loosened, and he lay on the ground like a fish out of water, gasping for air.
His body convulsed violently from pain and fear.
The tyranny and insubordination in his eyes had been completely replaced by a fear stemming from the depths of his soul.
He finally remembered.
The man before him was the devil who could decide his life and death, who could make him suffer more than death.
"I... I understand..."
He spat out these words with difficulty, his voice slurred.
Lynn put his suit jacket back on.
Motoko Kusanagi appeared silently at the door.
"Boss, Professor Pyg has sent the latest intelligence."
"HYDRA's Winter Soldier project has entered the combat phase."
"What? That pig-head is also your man?"
Soldier Boy, lying on the floor, was stunned.
He couldn't believe he was only finding out about such an important matter now!
Lynn couldn't be bothered to pay attention to this guy.
This kid thought he was second only to God after winning a few battles.
Nodding at Motoko Kusanagi, Lynn cast his gaze outside the window.
"HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D. are the best balance."
The river of time flowed silently.
The World maintained a fragile peace under the shadow of the Cold War.
Lynn's Vought International empire grew wildly in the soil of peace.
Movies, television, music, fashion...
The Vought logo had become a symbol of pop culture, infiltrating every American's life.
The stories of heroes were repeatedly brought to the screen, becoming the collective memory of a generation.
1963.
An inconspicuous piece of news caught Lynn's attention.
Top Soviet scientist Anton Vanko defected to the United States.
Motoko Kusanagi's intelligence was more detailed.
"Anton Vanko has been picked up by Howard Stark, and the two will jointly launch an energy project called the Arc Reactor, aiming to create a brand new clean energy source."
"According to our long-term psychological profile analysis of Howard, a large part of the reason he launched this project is to make up for the guilt he felt for creating the atomic bomb during the Manhattan Project."
"Naive."
Lynn sneered.
Wanting to use one more powerful force to make up for the sins brought about by another?
Humans are always repeating the same mistakes.
He did not interfere.
He only had Motoko Kusanagi copy all the files on Anton Vanko from within S.H.I.E.L.D.
The seed has been sown.
He only needs to wait for it to bear the fruit he wants in the future.
His attention was on more important matters.
Vought International headquarters.
The secret laboratory in the deepest part of the underground.
This place is even safer than the command center of The Pentagon.
Dr. Horton.
This mad chemical genius was looking at a stabilizer emitting a faint blue light in front of him with a fanaticism bordering on pilgrimage.
Inside the stabilizer, a tube of crystal-clear blue liquid was floating quietly.
It looked no different from Dr. Erskine's original version.
But Dr. Horton knew these were two completely different things.
This is the Blood of God.
"We succeeded! It has eliminated all risks of unstable genetic collapse and reduced the cell decay rate to a... value infinitely close to zero!"
"It is a miracle! A perfect work of art!"
Lynn walked to the stabilizer and looked at the tube of liquid quietly.
Nearly twenty years.
From getting Dr. Erskine's notes, to Stark's slightly flawed serum, to Dr. Horton's "Rebirth" potion.
And then to the unsparing investment and countless failures.
Finally, he got what he wanted.
Not to create more super soldiers.
But for himself.
He knew better than anyone that time is the most terrifying enemy in this World.
Everything he built, everything he planned, needed enough time to ferment and be realized.
He cannot grow old.
And he definitely cannot die.
"Prepare for injection."
Lynn took off his top, revealing his well-maintained body.
He lay on the specially made injection table.
A robotic arm injected the perfect serum into his body.
The liquid flowed through his veins to his heart, and then was pumped to every corner of his body.
At first, there was no feeling.
But a few seconds later.
An indescribable pain exploded from the deepest part of his body like a volcanic eruption!
Every one of his cells was being reorganized.
Lynn gritted his teeth tightly, not letting out a single scream.
His willpower held onto his final clarity like a stabilizing pin.
He could sense that his life form was undergoing an earth-shattering transformation.
Aging, that Sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all life, was moving away from him.
It is unknown how long it took before that heart-wrenching pain subsided.
What Lynn felt was an unprecedented sense of power and lightness.
He could clearly hear the steady beating of Motoko Kusanagi's prosthetic heart outside the laboratory.
The World became clearer than ever in his perception.
He slowly sat up, looking at his own flawless hands.
Beneath the skin lay the power to overturn mountains.
Within his heart, an inexhaustible life force was beating.
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