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

Question: Now that Bullseye and Tombstone are dead, your fame will spread throughout New York City, isn't that a good thing?

Lynn: Yes.

Question: The battle against Bullseye isn't very difficult, and there's even an extra [Reputation] reward, isn't that a good thing?

Lynn: Yes.

Question: Not only that, but we also get extra [item] rewards on top of the original task. Isn't that a good thing?

Lynn: Yes.

"What does it mean when he's wailing and howling like a banshee?"

Natasha was scanning field data with her tactical tablet when she was suddenly interrupted by a series of wails that rose and fell in intensity.

"My marble floors! Air-freighted from Italy!"

"That sofa is genuine leather! Eight thousand! Eight thousand US dollars!"

Lynn stood in front of the only remaining half of the French window, her finger trembling as she pointed to the street below.

His black Ferrari was being drenched by fire truck water jets, and half a dart was stuck in the hood.

"I opened it three times!" Lynn cried out in anguish.

"Only three times! And the exhaust pipes are still brand new!"

Frank, who witnessed this scene, remained silent for a few seconds.

Although we haven't known each other for very long, I've gotten to know this Asian man who's partnering with me to some extent.

In some ways, he was even more ruthless than him, and his personality was solely driven by his own perspective, so...

"He's probably heartbroken over the mansion he's lived in for less than a week, and the Ferrari downstairs that was destroyed by Bullseye..."

As soon as Frank finished speaking, the howling of ghosts and wolves rang out again.

"Damn Kingpin! Damn Bullseye! Damn it all!"

"Do you know that a boy's first luxury car holds special sentimental value?"

"I worked so hard to rob three million from your casino! That's all my hard-earned money!"

Natasha: ...

Frank: ...

Natasha looked at the assassin who had swiftly slaughtered an entire living room, yet was now heartbroken over money, and suddenly felt that her psychological assessment of him might need to include... money-grubbing!

Just then.

Natasha heard Coulson's soft chuckle through her earpiece.

"Tell him that Chief Fury has approved special property damage compensation, provided he can compose himself within ten minutes..."

"Come to headquarters for a 'small meeting'."

When Natasha relayed the message, Lynn immediately stood up straight.

"We have to give Fury face, let's go now."

……

at the same time.

Just as Lynn and his group were heading to Hell's Kitchen.

A nearby building was also bustling with activity.

The top floor of the Fisker Building.

Kingpin stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze fixed on the rising smoke in the distance.

He held a wine glass in his left hand and a report from Tribeca, which had just occurred, and the original report from Queens, in his right.

The photos above include pictures of the apartment building collapsing and exploding, as well as the gruesome death of his trusted henchman, Bullseye.

And... a photo of Lynn, half-naked, gesturing wildly on the balcony.

On the other side of the table, the computer kept repeating those same shouts: "Damn Kingpin... Bullseye... Luxury cars... Hard work robbing money..."

"Okay, okay!"

Upon hearing the news, Kingpin stared at Lynn's "fierce" face on the balcony in the photo for a full ten seconds.

The office was so quiet you could hear everyone breathing.

Then, with a "bang".

The wine glass wasn't smashed on the ground; Kingpin crushed it with one hand, and shards mixed with wine and blood seeped from between his fingers.

"Good, very good."

The aura and terrifying presence unique to the King of the New York Underground instantly caused all the henchmen behind him to lower their heads.

In the dead silence, a new bodyguard glanced unconsciously at Lynn's photo on the table.

There might be curiosity in their eyes, or there might just be nervousness.

But Kingpin caught it.

"What are you looking at?" Kingpin suddenly asked.

The bodyguard froze instantly: "Boss... I..."

With a loud "bang!"

Kingpin pulled out his pistol, and a bullet struck the bodyguard squarely between the eyebrows.

"Go! Bring Martin Lee back to me!"

"And another thing! Doesn't that damn kid love money? Let's drown him in money!"

"Immediately issue a bounty: $100,000 for anyone who can injure Lynn! Five million for bringing back his limbs, including a hand!"

"If anyone can take his head and dump his body in Hell's Kitchen... I'll give them thirty million!"

"I'm going to get all the hitmen in New York moving! I'll make sure that damn bastard is constantly on the run!"

"Let's see if he really has the ability, if he can wipe out all the killers in New York City!"

He paused, then added, "One more thing: capture him alive. Whoever brings him to me alive... one hundred million."

After everyone had left, Kingpin stood alone by the window.

He picked up the comical photograph of Lynn from the ground and ran his fingertips over her face.

"You'll love this gift," he said softly, his tone brimming with absolute confidence.

"And I don't need to be tired. I just need to wait."

The photo slowly crumpled into a ball in his hand.

His gaze remained fixed in that direction.

"If you dare to reveal even the slightest flaw, I will definitely take your head and enjoy it..."

……

Hell's Kitchen, the S.H.I.E.L.D. conference room.

Lynn felt as if he had been stripped naked by someone's gaze, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Especially the two braised eggs standing in front of me, and... the boiled eggs that are about to be peeled off.

"It's not that I'm discriminatory... Just because I like being stared at by women doesn't mean I like being stared at by a few bald black guys."

"And Coulson, you better shut your mouth too, or you'll be bald in a few years."

That's all.

Frank didn't seem to care, and continued fiddling with the knife.

Natasha, along with Barton and Rumlow who were also present, were taken aback at first, looking at Lynn with surprise, then turning to look at Fury and Sitwell, and finally at Coulson.

He forcefully suppressed the smile in his heart.

You should know that it has been a long time since anyone dared to speak to their bureau chief like that.

"Madfa...Lynn, you should know why I called you back. Aren't there some things you should say?"

Fury suppressed his urge to curse the whole family and got straight to the point, he was really curious about what was going on.

Long before Lynn and his group returned, the general battle had already been teleported back to headquarters.

Of course, the most crucial information was also included.

What Fury most wanted to know was Lynn's sudden disappearance!

It wasn't just him.

Sitwell, on the other side, also had a burning gaze.

Especially after seeing Lynn's shouts in the video, an idea immediately came to him.

His team needs this kind of talent!

I'm afraid you're a loner who doesn't like anything. As long as you have desires, then everything is negotiable!

"We're in a business partnership, aren't we? As partners, shouldn't we be more honest with each other?"