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

A notification suddenly popped up in front of me.

Lynn, who was just about to light a cigarette to dispel the pervasive stench of blood, couldn't help but let out an "Oh" and pause slightly in surprise.

He was all too familiar with this reward.

It's just a wind wall!

And it's not just this skill, there's also a matching knife!

This is really good stuff!

Although it's unclear how effective the 'Wind Wall' will be, it will definitely be extremely effective against Kingpin.

The Hand-Warrior ninjas, a large number of criminal gangs and mafia, and those few henchmen...

Lynn couldn't help but smile.

He is still considered "human" and can still get injured, so he has to be wary of firearms. The turn-based rewards help him make up for this disadvantage.

Just as he was happily whistling and preparing to head home.

A deep, muffled sound came from behind.

"Finally found you, Asian man! You've killed so many people, and you can still laugh!"

The words were spoken.

With a "whoosh".

A very faint sound, almost blending into the night wind, came from the side and above, ringing close to my ear.

Lynn looked down at the small crater that had been smashed and the small stones that had broken into pieces.

He immediately turned around.

A dark figure was standing on the fire escape of the old apartment building across the street.

Wearing a dark red bodysuit and a double-horned mask, Lynn knew that this person was watching his every move, even though he couldn't see the eyes behind the mask.

This man is none other than Daredevil, Matt Murdoch.

"What? Do you expect me to cry after killing these bastards? And then erect tombstones for them?"

"The law will judge them, not you," Matt's voice came through the mask, but with an undeniable firmness.

He noticed the corpses scattered on the ground and frowned.

Although they arrived after the battle was over, the strong smell of blood and the gruesome scene of corpses on the ground spoke volumes about the ruthlessness of the person before them.

But Lynn suddenly burst out laughing, not taking Matt's probing to heart.

Matt isn't bad, but he's just too naive. He works as a lawyer by day and a vigilante by night.

Chun Chun has gone mad from being a lawyer.

Lynn knew, of course, that Matt’s biggest goal right now was to put King in prison with a “just trial.”

To this, all he could say was...

Too naive, deduct 10 points!

"Do you want to talk about the law with a rival ninja, or with Kingpin, New York's biggest crime boss?"

"These ninjas on the ground must have killed quite a few people, right? Why don't you send them to prison?" Lynn said with a polite smile, "My sir, Mr. Justice?"

Matt was silent for a moment.

"If you see yourself as a judge, a jury, and an executioner, then what's the difference between you and them?"

Lynn almost clapped his hands after hearing this righteous statement. "So, just because you're late, I'm supposed to be killed by them and obediently wait for you to bring them to justice?"

After saying that, Matt simply gripped his white cane, clearly offended by the sarcastic remarks, and his voice turned cold.

"You're playing with fire! Jin won't let you off the hook. Your actions will only intensify the conflict and drag more people into it."

"Then let him do it!"

Lynn smiled, showing no fear in the face of this righteous hero who was pressing closer and closer.

"If you just want Hell's Kitchen to stay as it is, then go ahead. I won't interfere with your vigilante actions, and you shouldn't interfere with my methods."

The two faced off from a distance, and none of the eight audience members dared to make a move.

At last.

Matt spoke slowly, his voice carrying a warning: "I'll be watching you, and you'd better not get caught by me..."

......

The top floor of an old five-story apartment building in Queens.

When Lynn pushed open the iron gate, the lights inside were off, but through the light and shadows from outside the window, he could see a burly silhouette sitting on the sofa.

And the gun parts that the man was wiping in his hand, gleaming with a cold, oily sheen.

"That's quite a commotion." Frank didn't even look up, his voice low and hoarse. "Eight corpses. The rookies at the Queens Precinct will be working overtime tonight writing their reports."

"They're ninjas from the Hand Society." Lynn took off his hood and casually tossed it onto the shoe rack by the door, saying nonchalantly, "The local gangs are so rude, trying to follow me into the alley."

Frank finally looked up, ignoring the joke, but a strange light flashed in his war-torn eyes in the darkness.

Noticing her roommate's condition, Lynn shrugged.

He was able to find Frank not only in Queens, but also during the first mission when he encountered Frank being attacked by a group of gangsters. The two teamed up to solve the problem and got to know each other.

Moreover, this person is more to his liking; he is decisive in killing and punishing, which is much better than some of Matt's "saintly" ways.

Although the idea that "guilt should be punished" is almost fanatical, such people are necessary in modern New York, like a simplified version of Rorschach from the neighboring world.

Frank's tone then became noticeably excited: "Kingpin is getting serious. The ninjas are his private army, not those drug-addicted thugs on the street."

He skillfully assembled the rifle, clicked it open, and thought, "Looks like another big battle is coming."

"Isn't that exactly what you wanted?"

Lynn walked to the refrigerator, took out a can of beer, and said, "By the way, how did you know there were eight people?"

"Police Channel," Frank said, pointing to the old-fashioned radio scanner on the table.

"Also, three hours ago, three black Chevrolet Suburbans stopped three blocks away."

"The twelve men who came down were well-equipped and infiltrated separately. There were also four others waiting in the alley downstairs, if you count smoking around the trash cans as waiting."

Lynn paused as he opened the beer can.

"Damn it! Why didn't you say so sooner? Kingpin really knows how fast he can get here! He sent people looking for me while he sent people here at the same time."

Lynn slapped his forehead. He had been focused on Matt the whole way. After all, with S.H.I.E.L.D. behind him, if Kingpin could find him, then S.H.I.E.L.D. should have noticed him long ago.

So he was thinking about whether to join S.H.I.E.L.D., or in what capacity to join.

"I've been waiting for you to come back." Frank stood up, walked to the window, and opened the blinds a crack. "Let's see if you're still carrying a tail, or if you've already shaken it off. Now it seems..."

He paused, then said, "You've attracted them all."

Before he could finish speaking...

boom!

A violent explosion came from the direction of the apartment building's main entrance, causing the entire building to shake slightly, followed by a burst of automatic weapons firing and the sound of glass shattering.

Fortunately, not many people lived in this building, except for a few black guys who were "smoking" downstairs, otherwise Lynn would have felt guilty for three seconds.

He quickly handed Frank the knife he had taken from the ninja.

"You...then what will you use?"

Lynn turned around and pulled out a shotgun.

[Item: Godfather Graves' shotgun]

[Effects: No reloading required, unlimited durability, never jams, damage increases the closer the target!]

[Review: Up and down, left and right, BABA, relax, buddy, I don't have time to fool around!]

"I'll use this!"