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

When everyone's attention focused on him again, Lynn raised an eyebrow. How could he not know what these people meant?

Who would have thought that Sitwell, the old mole hidden in S.H.I.E.L.D., would also be after him?

That's great!

It wasn't for nothing that he cried his heart out; wasn't it all because he wanted connections with these people? Come find me now!

It would be best if it also came with "conditions"!

Lynn grinned.

"Of course! How did you know I had something to say?"

"Although my Ferrari is totaled, it's still practically new, and I can still sell it for a good price."

"I can't sleep in the house anymore. All my wine, bed, sofa, and other odds and ends can be sold for a considerable amount of money."

"Didn't you say you'd reimburse me and call me back for a meeting?"

"Then just a token amount will do, how about reimbursing one million?"

After saying that, Lynn grinned and looked at Fury.

Fury stared at him for three seconds, and when he realized that Lynn had no intention of saying anything, he slammed his hands on the table with a "thud".

"I'm talking about invisibility. Give me an explanation."

"Explain?" Lynn shrugged.

"I remember our working relationship, right? We're not in a superior-subordinate relationship, so I have no obligation to explain it to you."

"But your invisibility..." Fury pulled up the combat footage, freezing it at the moment Lynn disappeared, "almost caused Natasha to misjudge the situation. Team operations require transparency."

Upon hearing this, Lynn couldn't help but clap his hands.

No wonder he's a leader; when he wants to find out the details, he speaks in such a grand and dignified manner. He then shook his head.

"Transparent? Then, Director, please make my file in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database transparent first."

"How many pages are there now? Five hundred? One thousand?"

"I'm not stupid, and you're not geniuses."

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Just then, a female agent suddenly opened the conference room door and quickly walked to Fury's side.

Lynn's eyes lit up instantly.

Isn't that Maria Hill?!

Although she is also a Level 9 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., she may not look as sexy and charming as Natasha, but the heroic spirit and competence she exudes are not necessarily inferior.

Just as Lynn was about to ask who this person was...

Hill looked at him as well, but his eyes were filled with seriousness, and he immediately showed the alarm on the tablet in his hand.

She quickly said, "Chief, dark web bounty platform. Updated three minutes ago."

Then the screen was turned to face the crowd.

[Target: Lynn (Asian male)]

Injuries: $100,000

Disability: $5,000,000 per limb

Kills: $30,000,000

Capture alive: $100,000,000

Posted by: WF

The meeting room fell into a deathly silence.

"One hundred million..." Barton murmured.

He knew all too well about issuing bounties; he just didn't know that such a price could be offered to one person.

"How much weaponry and equipment could you buy with 100 million? How many people could you kill with that equipment? Is it worth it...?"

As for Agent Rumlow, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak, his gaze constantly shifting between the tablet and Lynn.

Frank simply put the knife back into his belt, got up, and left, not knowing where he was going.

Lynn's eyes lit up.

"Capturing me alive is worth a hundred million? That's quite a price tag."

Fury: "...That's not the point!"

"That's definitely the key point," Sitwell suddenly said, his tone as gentle as if he were discussing an investment.

"Mr. Lynn, this proves that King considers you a top-level threat. Don't underestimate such a criminal group."

"Facing such a threat alone is definitely not a good idea."

He leaned forward, his hands clasped: "S.H.I.E.L.D. can provide comprehensive protection, intelligence support, and logistical support."

"In exchange, all we need is... appropriate transparency, and, when necessary, prioritizing cooperation."

Lynn stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly smiled.

"This is... Agent Sitwell, right? You're both bald, but why do you speak so much better than the chief?"

Then he turned to Fury.

"Alright. I'll answer three questions about my abilities."

"But in exchange: first, the compensation will arrive today; second, you must handle the aftermath properly."

"New York is going to be very lively, with more and more people, and more and more people dying."

"As for the third..."

He pointed to the tallest head on the screen.

"Once the assassins are mostly dealt with, you can send someone with me to find Kingpin. That should be settled, shouldn't it?"

Fury narrowed his one eye: "You want to take his...money?"

"What do you mean by 'take'? That sounds awful!" Lynn grinned. "This is my hard-earned money, the money I painstakingly stole."

Natasha sighed and rubbed her forehead.

Hill, Barton, and Rumlow looked dazed.

Sitwell's eyes flickered.

Fury remained silent for a long time.

"Two questions," he finally said.

"First, the limitations of stealth capabilities. Second, how many more 'surprises' do you have that we don't know about?"

Lynn: "Once a day, lasting at most... five seconds. Didn't you time it when you watched the video?"

"As for a surprise?" He stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the streets of New York. "Would you even call that a surprise?"

He turned around, his smile carrying a wild light:

"However, I can assure you there will be many 'surprises,' which Kingpin definitely won't like, and you... might not like them either."

End of the meeting.

As everyone dispersed, Sitwell quietly approached Lynn and handed him a personal business card.

"Some 'collaborations,'" he said in a low voice, "don't necessarily need to go through formal channels. Especially... financial ones."

Lynn took the business card, glanced at it, and put it in his pocket.

"interesting."

Does Hydra still have money?

Wasn't it all pocketed by that corrupt boss Fury?

……

Just after Lynn left S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fury stared at the scene on the screen, replaying it over and over again, finally freezing on the moment Lynn disappeared.

"Analysis results?"

The research director's voice came through: "It's not optical camouflage, it's not phase conversion. The energy characteristics...cannot be classified."

"Chief, this is outside our database."

Fury remained silent for a long time.

"It's time to prepare a backup plan," he said. "I need to know every parameter of his abilities. Also..."

He pulled up another file, his voice low.

"If Lynn gets out of control... we need someone to keep him in check, so we don't fall into a passive position."

……

The moment Lynn stepped out of S.H.I.E.L.D., the New York City before her eyes was suddenly covered by a layer of gray-green filter, and the pedestrians, vehicles and tall buildings on the street all faded into a monotonous gray-green.

Only a few men peeking out from the shadows of the street corner were marked with striking orange-red outlines, with a line of small text floating below the outlines.

【Swift Crab (Normal): Bounty on the pursuer】.

At the same time, a prompt suddenly popped up in the system.

[Ding! Host has triggered a timed round...]

["Crab Carnival" is now loaded]

As if sensing something, Lynn subconsciously looked up at the gray sky and was immediately stunned.

A giant swift crab, its entire body glowing with a pale green light, left faint trails as its legs swayed, leaping and frolicking joyfully through the clouds.

At the same time, a system prompt appears on the side.

The party starts now!