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

Early the next morning.

Lynn stood in front of the semi-open floor-to-ceiling window, her gaze sweeping over New York, which looked as if it had been "rebooted."

Even though a bloody battle had taken place just last night, he didn't see any worry or panic on these people's faces today.

There wasn't even a hint of panic among the people.

Lynn sighed deeply.

"Are you really alright? I saw you talking to yourself and gesturing wildly last night. Do you have some kind of tragic past?"

Hearing Frank's words, Lynn's face darkened.

A uniquely American trait: PTSD, sexual assault, and murder – he certainly didn't have such an experience.

"Thank you."

With that, Lynn turned and went downstairs, got on his motorcycle, a cigar dangling from his mouth, and headed towards the Fisk Building.

Still wearing flip-flops, shorts, and a shirt, this outfit didn't look like something Frank was going to do to clear his name.

"Didn't you tell them beforehand?"

Lynn thought for a moment, then took out his phone and called Coulson.

"Tell Fury that I'm going to Fisk Tower to find Kingpin right now. If you have other plans, do it as soon as possible."

Without waiting for Coulson's reply, he hung up the phone.

"Done."

Frank: ...

"I really think you're a bit sick now."

Despite saying that, the black Suburban stayed right behind the motorcycle, never leaving its side.

……

The Fisker Building, entirely black, cuts through the New York skyline, its glass curtain walls reflecting the dazzling sunlight.

Lynn stood downstairs, cigar smoke billowing out.

But in my heart I was thinking that once this matter was over, I should be able to have some peace and quiet for a while.

He patted Frank on the shoulder, his tone still rude.

"I'll go in first, you wait half an hour before you go in."

"If S.H.I.E.L.D. sends people over, you go with them; if not, come yourself and help me take care of those who aren't quite dead."

"No need to overthink it, that's the gist of it."

"You're useless to me. I might even have to take it out on you and deal with the smaller fry."

Although it may sound harsh, it is the truth.

He didn't know exactly how many people were buried inside that towering building, but it was definitely more than the number he had killed.

Making Frank follow his rhythm is just sending him to his death; it's better to deal with the soldiers he missed or who weren't quite dead yet from behind.

There was a long silence.

Frank finally nodded.

"Remember, you must kill Kingpin."

Don't worry.

Lynn stretched and walked step by step toward Fisk's gate.

But before he could take two steps, a burly, dark-skinned security guard came over wielding an extendable baton.

With a disdainful look, he sized up Lynn's clothes from head to toe and immediately reprimanded him.

"Hey! Where did you come from, beggar? Get out of here! This isn't a place for people like you, you know that?!"

At the same time, a hand was already on Lynn's shoulder.

However, as soon as the black security guard put his hand on it, he felt something was wrong and found that no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't move it.

Realizing the person in front of him was no ordinary individual, he immediately pulled out his walkie-talkie and shouted, "Hey, there's someone acting strange here!"

He spoke with a sinister look in his eyes.

"Kid, you've come to the wrong place to cause trouble!"

"Do you know whose territory this is?! I guarantee you're going to get a beating soon, and if you die, it's just bad luck!"

With a "snap," Lynn grabbed the iron rod pointed at his head and shook his head helplessly.

These days, thugs have no sense of martial ethics. They make threats, but what's with trying to ambush someone?

"Hey! Who are you? Who are you looking for at the Fisk Building!"

"Put your hands down, or you won't be able to leave today..."

"Is this Asian guy high on drugs, coming here..."

"I hope this person can please me and act as my punching bag..."

As more than a dozen security guards arrived one after another, one of them, dressed in uniform, seemed to be the leader of the group.

Lynn understood.

Ignoring the group's questions, he grabbed the wrist of the person in front of him and squeezed it hard.

"what!"

A heart-wrenching wail suddenly rang out.

"Tell me, why are you so tall? I have a habit of not liking to look up at people. Can't you just squat down to talk to me?"

"And now you're being so polite by kneeling down before me, really."

Lynn shrugged and took out his car keys, placing them on his collar.

"Keep an eye on the motorcycles outside, or I'll break your legs."

The black security guard turned pale instantly and hurriedly nodded in agreement.

However, Lynn had just let go of her hand.

A foot bigger than a face came kicking at me.

"well……"

Lynn raised her foot and kicked at his ankle.

Another scream rang out.

"Listen to me, go to work!"

The black security guard stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded, at Lynn, then at his leader, and immediately began crawling towards the door.

After watching him leave, Lynn smiled and looked at the remaining dozen or so people present.

"Okay!"

"How come you don't even know who I am? I'm your boss's friend! Your boss is my friend too!"

"Lynn, has that name ever been heard of? Even if you don't know about the bounty, you should at least have seen my picture, right?"

Upon hearing this name, the security chief's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to kneel on the ground.

"It's...it's you!"

"You're Lynn, the Asian man who's been constantly at odds with us and killed hundreds of people!"

"Why did you...?"

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Bang!"

It was interrupted by gunfire coming from outside the door.

At the same time, the phone in my pocket rang.

Lynn answered the phone under their watchful eyes, but no one dared to make any rash moves.

A person's shadow, the bark of a tree.

Faced with this "god of death," none of these ordinary people dared to challenge his authority.

"Is there really something wrong with you? How come there were already some who slipped through the net at the very beginning?"

"Sigh... I asked him to watch my car for me, why did you shoot and kill him?"

"..."

"Fine, kill him if you want. Go to his pocket and take the keys for me. We can spare the man, but make sure you keep an eye on the car!"

"..."

Even after hanging up the phone, Lynn's smile remained unchanged.

But to them, that smile seemed like it was being targeted by a "demon," and their legs felt like they were frozen in place by cement.

They didn't even have the courage to run away.

At this moment, one of them suddenly spoke, trembling.

"You...you're a devil or a demon! Are you Satan? Here to reap our lives!"

Satan?

That's a good word. To everyone in this building, Lynn is their Satan.

Lynn took a deep breath in response.

He knew that when he stepped into the Fisker Building, the surveillance cameras on the first floor should have transmitted his image back to the top floor.

At this moment, there must be quite a few people watching him, right?

Lynn's lips curled up slightly as he roared.

"Kingpin! I'm interested in your bounty too. I've brought the man here! Shouldn't you keep your promise about the reward? Don't renege on your word!"

"I am Lynn! I am the Asian man who has caused you so much loss these past few days! I am the one you've been longing for!"

"I'm here!"

……

The top floor of the Fisker Building.

The once spacious office was now incredibly crowded, with people standing densely behind the desks, as if those desks were an insurmountable chasm for them.

Watching the surveillance footage, Kingpin suddenly clenched the crystal wine glass in his hand, and with a "smack," blood dripped from between his fingers.

Far from being angry, he threw his head back and let out a wild laugh, "Good, good, good!"