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The group walked out of the casino again.

Lynn noticed that all the gazes falling on him had changed from scrutiny to seriousness and defensiveness, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

Indeed, this is the worst aspect of human nature.

Then he said to Natasha, who had followed him.

"You can send your people in to clean the floor now..."

……

The car drove smoothly through the streets of Hell's Kitchen, but the atmosphere inside was somewhat oppressive.

Lynn leaned against the car window, his clothes still stained with undried blood. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of casino cigarettes filled the cramped car.

Natasha, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced back at him. "Here's a piece of advice: you don't need to be too ruthless. Too many people have died at your hands lately..."

"Being too violent is not good. That person is just an ordinary clerk. There was no need to use such force."

Lynn looked up at her and couldn't help but sneer.

"A regular office worker?"

"What if he wanted to use the phone to inform Kingpin?"

"If he gets out of here, the number of people who have died today will be far more than this! Can you bear the consequences?"

Natasha's voice carried a barely perceptible hint of accusation, "Then you could have knocked him out, couldn't you?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s principle is to avoid killing as much as possible, let alone such... ruthless methods."

"But that person is still alive, isn't he?" Lynn said calmly.

"Your principles cannot bind me."

Frank, sitting on the other side of the back seat, remained silent throughout, resting with his eyes closed.

Clearly, he approved of Lynn's approach.

Sudden.

Suddenly, Coulson's image appeared on the car's center console, first looking at the sullen Natasha, then at Lynn.

"Natasha's words were direct, but they were also true."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. and Mr. Lynn are cooperating with Kingpin, although battle is inevitable..."

"But if the situation becomes too serious and attracts the attention of the police or higher authorities, it will be difficult for us to cover it up for you."

However, Lynn did not respond.

He knew in his heart that this was a test.

Is it hard to hide?

Nonsense!

Kingpin could wield absolute power in New York City, yet S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't suppress a "gang fight" that killed dozens of people?

It was simply a way to give him a warning.

……

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the Hell's Kitchen outpost.

Following Coulson's directions, the group entered the conference room. As soon as they opened the door, they noticed several sharp gazes falling on them.

Fury sat at the head of the long table, his sharp gaze fixed on Lynn.

Patton leaned against the window, toying with a specially made arrow in his hand, his eyes scrutinizing him.

And those few S.H.I.E.L.D. veterans were sitting on the sofa, looking at him with uncertain expressions.

They clearly saw everything happening in the casino through surveillance cameras.

Lynn met their gazes without fear.

He walked straight to the long table, sat down, and placed the money box he was carrying on the table with a dull thud.

"I've brought the head from the tombstone."

Lynn's voice was calm and even: "As agreed, you are responsible for cleaning up those messes."

Hawkeye spoke first.

"Heads? You've killed more than just Tombstone."

"Surveillance footage shows that you killed 23 guards in the casino, three of whom were just ordinary employees of the casino."

"Ordinary employee?" Lynn sneered, took a USB drive out of his pocket, and threw it on the table.

"This is information I found in the casino's office. Those three so-called 'ordinary employees' all have blood on their hands."

"They helped Tombstone manage the casino, drove three people who owed gambling debts to their deaths, and threw their bodies into the Hudson River."

At that moment, Fury suddenly interrupted and slowly began to speak.

"I don't care about those people, I only care about your methods! Once your special abilities are exposed, they will cause social panic!"

"This is something S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot tolerate."

"so what?"

Lynn looked up at Fury, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

We can provide you with protection.

Fury paused for a moment.

"On the condition that you accept our constraints."

"In the next operation, there must be no more mass killings, and your abilities must not be used publicly."

That's all.

Lynn couldn't help but scratch his ear.

Is this a restrained form of appeasement?

Suddenly, a surprised laugh rang out in the conference room.

"constraint?"

Lynn smiled and looked at Fury.

"Chief Fury, you need to get one thing straight."

"We cooperate because you can provide intelligence and help me suppress trouble. Not because I need your protection."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

"We have a cooperative relationship, not a superior-subordinate relationship. Please don't confuse the two."

The atmosphere in the meeting room changed abruptly.

Several of the S.H.I.E.L.D. veterans paused, their gazes shifting from initial admiration to intense staring.

Lynn ignored it and waited for an answer.

He knew this process was inevitable.

These high-ranking managers not only want to acquire exceptional talent like him, but also want to make him an obedient "tool" in their hands.

But for Lynn...

Firstly, he had never received any favors from them, nor was he trained under their system, so naturally he had no scruples.

Fury narrowed his single eye slightly and tapped his fingers on the table.

He looked at Lynn, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes, mixed with a touch of apprehension.

He had met many unruly people, but the Asian man in front of him was different from them.

This person possesses a ferocity akin to that of a wild beast, and an undeniable confidence.

This confidence stems from his ability.

Or perhaps... there are still unknown cards to play?

After a long while, Fury finally spoke.

"But I have one condition."

Lynn raised an eyebrow: "Go on."

"Given your special circumstances, the surveillance cannot be lifted. Don't forget there's another person with you."

Fury's voice was unquestionable.

"Your abilities and your methods are a double-edged sword. We need to ensure that the hilt is in the hands of reliable people."

"So?" Lynn raised an eyebrow.

"Therefore, the cooperation will continue, but we need insurance."

"Natasha will join you. She won't interfere; she'll only act as my eyes and ears. That's the bottom line!"

Lynn remained silent for a few seconds.

We're back to this issue.

He had made this request from the very first meeting, and I knew that the surveillance on him wouldn't be easily lifted.

He just didn't expect it to be laid out on the table now, leaving him no choice but to accept it.

This compromise ensures his freedom of action while achieving the goal of monitoring and understanding him.

"Can."

Lynn nodded slowly.

It can be considered a compromise, after all, with his abilities... it's impossible not to receive special treatment.

As long as this attitude is expressed, that's enough.

Fury nodded and said nothing more.

Coulson quickly tried to smooth things over, saying with a smile.

"We'll handle Tombstone's death cleanly. As for Kingpin, we'll keep an eye on his movements for you."

Lynn nodded.

He picked up the money box on the table, turned around, and left.

Just as he reached the conference room door, a system notification suddenly sounded in his mind.

[Demonstrating a tough stance in front of S.H.I.E.L.D. leadership!]

[Gained 200 reputation points]

[Current Reputation Points: 711!]

Lynn's lips curled up slightly.

This collaboration wasn't a loss!

At the same time, it will bring it into the sight of more people, and its reputation will only increase in the future!