In the Marvel universe, you start with a colored Hextech item.

In the penthouse apartment in Tribeca, sunlight streams through the glass onto the floor, creating an atmosphere completely different from that of the night.

Lynn emerged from the bedroom with a piece of toast in his mouth, casually tugging at his wrinkled shirt. On the shoe rack by the door, besides his shoes, there was now an exquisite red high heel.

Frank sat upright on the sofa in the living room.

"Good morning." Lynn waved the toast in her hand and tossed Frank a can of milk.

Frank didn't answer, but pointed towards the bedroom, his voice muffled: "This place is practically a hotel."

"No hotel is as comfortable as my place," Lynn grinned.

"You don't need to be so tense with yourself. Relaxing appropriately is a good thing and beneficial to your physical and mental health."

Just as Lynn was about to complain about Frank's neurotic behavior, she heard a soft laugh coming from the entrance hall.

Natasha, draped in a silk nightgown, leaned lightly against the door frame, the sash loosely tied, outlining her voluptuous figure with its prominent curves.

A pair of shapely, long legs peeked out from beneath the hem of her dress, and her beautifully manicured feet swayed back and forth, complementing the deep cleavage revealed at her chest—a perfect size…

Lynn was shocked.

She's absolutely gorgeous!

Natasha chewed gum, her eyes full of mockery.

"Mr. Lynn, I suggest you remember to hide your high heels next time, otherwise S.H.I.E.L.D.'s surveillance footage will probably be filled with your 'nightlife'."

Lynn shrugged, unconcerned.

"Life is short, so enjoy it while you can. It's better than you staring at your screens all day scheming against others."

Natasha thought to herself that her beauty had finally worked.

Lynn has been spending the night with different women these past few days, and although she has hinted at it both openly and subtly, there has been no reaction from her!

She didn't miss that fleeting glance!

Just as she was about to press her advantage, she saw Frank suddenly stand up and look out the window warily.

Years of battlefield intuition and life-or-death moments have given him an almost instinctive sensitivity to danger.

"Something's not right." Just as Frank finished speaking, a deafening explosion rang out!

With a loud "boom!"

The massive shockwave shattered the floor-to-ceiling windows instantly, sending shards of glass flying everywhere, and flames and thick smoke rushed in.

Lynn's pupils contracted sharply, and she rolled over and hid behind the sofa.

"Enemy attack! It's an encirclement from both sides!" Frank shouted as he moved behind cover next to the entrance.

Before he could finish speaking, the alloy door began to hiss and corrode.

Three seconds later, the door was kicked open, and several fully armed assassins appeared, their submachine guns spitting fire, bullets flying densely into the living room.

Without hesitation, Lynn drew his Gale Blade, and a semi-transparent, arc-shaped air wall instantly unfolded.

He then dashed into the crowd, weaving back and forth with astonishing speed, and the huge mansion was immediately filled with wails.

[Reputation +1]

[Reputation +3]

The system notification sound kept ringing in my mind.

Lynn's lips curled into a cold smile.

Frank wasn't idle either. He pulled out two daggers from his waist, silently circled behind the assassin, and swiftly brought them down.

Natasha leaned against the wall, pulling out a pistol hidden on her thigh and firing precisely at the enemy with every shot, while shouting, "There's movement on the roof too!"

"They created a three-dimensional surround!"

However, it only took a few minutes.

The most luxurious mansion in New York was reduced to rubble, and the living room was filled with corpses.

Amidst the smoke and fire, Lynn stood in the chaos, leaning on his knife, his body splattered with blood, his eyes as cold as ice.

Just then, a mocking voice came from the doorway.

"Not bad, it's a bit better than I expected."

Lynn suddenly looked up.

A man in a black trench coat was leaning against the entrance, toying with several gleaming darts in his hand.

Bullseye?

Bullseye chuckled and slowly walked into the living room, his gaze sweeping over the corpses scattered on the floor before finally settling on Lynn.

Good morning, everyone!

"You must be Lynn, the Asian man who's been targeting us at every turn, right?"

"Possessing incredibly exaggerated strength, speed, and reflexes, along with those miraculous knives, and a...shotgun?"

Bullseye paused suddenly, looked around at the mansion beneath his feet, and couldn't help but nod. "Killing Tombstone, stealing his money, and moving into such a comfortable apartment, you really know how to enjoy life."

[Ding! Hunting target (bullseye) detected!]

[Hunting alert triggered!]

The "Hunting Rhythm" effect of the Bone and Tooth Necklace is temporarily increased by 10%, and the current stealth duration is instantly activated (13 seconds).

Lynn then pushed aside the dead assassin on the sofa and sat down himself. "So... Kingpin sent you to your death?"

At this point, he wasn't in a hurry.

"Going to your death?" Bullseye seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He weighed the dart in his hand and grinned.

"My boss is very unhappy about the tombstone incident."

"But you're a talented person, so he's willing to give you a chance: kneel down, kowtow, apologize, and cut off your own arm."

"Then... leave New York, and you can live."

Lynn shrugged. "What if I say no?"

"Then I have to finish my work." Bullseye took a dart from inside his trench coat and twirled it between his fingers.

However, before Lynn could take any action...

Natasha, who had changed into combat gear at some point, was aiming a machine gun from the side.

But Bullseye didn't even glance at her.

"My friend," Bullseye chuckled, "I suggest you don't shoot. How many of my men are in this building? Do you think you can kill them all in time?"

"If you want to make a move, I'll turn around and have my men kill their way from the top floor to the first floor. You should think about what kind of people live here."

"Sigh... I have to thank Lynn for choosing such a good location. This big problem wouldn't be good with you guys either, so perhaps..."

"How about we pretend we didn't see it?"

Upon hearing this, Frank, who was hiding in the shadows, immediately whispered to his communicator for S.H.I.E.L.D. support.

At the same time, he secretly thought to himself, "This is bad!"

Although everyone is not stupid, this issue could easily be brought up by the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. afterwards.

This is also why he was unwilling to delve deeper into the matter with S.H.I.E.L.D.

Natasha was indeed momentarily shaken upon hearing these words, but she quickly regained her composure.

The target remains unchanged.

"Sigh... alright then."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Bullseye sprang into action.

The explanation I just gave was just an attempt to see if I could make this mission easier, given the dire state of the tombstone right before our eyes.

As for killing the others, he hadn't forgotten that the most important person this time was Lynn; the rest were completely unimportant.

Bullseye's movements were faster than a human's; with a flick of his right hand, three darts flew in a triangular formation toward Lynn's face.

At the same time, he drew two modified short-barreled shotguns from his waist with his left hand and fired two shots at Lynn's position.

Lynn immediately dodged to the side, but he didn't notice that Bullseye, while firing, kicked up a grenade next to a mercenary's corpse on the ground with his toe.

The grenade had already pulled the pin when it rolled to Lynn's feet.

"Be careful!"

Frank and Natasha exclaimed in surprise.