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

Meanwhile, in Hell's Kitchen, S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fury, who was leisurely sipping his coffee, had the final report from the Queens scene last night in his hand, his gaze fixed on the death toll.

"77"

It's hard to imagine that half of the killers were taken care of by one person.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open with a bang.

"Lin...Lin said he's going to the Fisk Building right now, and told us to hurry if we have any plans, because time waits for no one."

Fury looked at Coulson with a gloomy expression, then looked down at his clothes that were covered in coffee.

He then slammed his hand on the table and began to curse loudly.

"OMG Fuck!"

"Damn bastard, didn't you even give me a moment to process this?!"

Coulson stood to the side, his face showing no sign of helplessness.

Lynn's call came unexpectedly, and with just a few simple words, it disrupted S.H.I.E.L.D.'s entire plan.

Most importantly... that bastard just hung up the phone! He just wanted to say a few more words, and even though he wanted to stop him, there was nothing he could do!

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. is eager to eliminate Kingpin, this cancer, it would never be so hasty in dealing with him.

The subsequent arrangements and the resettlement of this criminal group need to be handled properly, otherwise...

New York is about to descend into even deeper chaos!

At this moment, Fury was extremely agitated.

He had originally planned that after last night's advice, Lynn would give him a specific time for the reckoning, so that he could make a response.

But now...

"Chief, what do we do now?" Coulson asked in a deep voice, his finger already on the communicator. "Stop him by force? Or..."

Prevent?

Fury sneered, finding the word incredibly ironic.

"Thinking about what happened last night, the measures taken to deal with Lynn are beyond the scope of what secret agents can handle, at least not at the moment."

Fury's expression gradually darkened, his anger subsiding and replaced by pragmatic considerations.

"Notify the rapid reaction force to establish a standard tactical configuration and reach the perimeter of Fisk Tower within twenty minutes to set up a blockade."

"Barton, Natasha, you two come with me first. Coulson, you and the medical team, and the rest of you, will follow later."

"Tell the NYPD to close off the surrounding area under the guise of a counterterrorism exercise, and treat any media approaching it as obstruction of national security."

Natasha, who followed Coulson in, suddenly spoke up: "Chief, are the three of us going over alone?"

Fury remained silent in response.

Regardless, the collaboration is not over yet, and as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he must be present.

Moreover, he still needs to find an opportunity to stop Lynn... Kingpin can't die so soon.

……

At the foot of the Fisk Building, sirens were stopped three blocks away as a black Suburban convoy roared in.

Fury got out of the car first, his gaze sweeping over the building's tightly closed glass doors. From the outside, the entire building was eerily quiet.

This only made his heart grow even darker.

If one could see the sounds of gunfire and billowing smoke, it might be a little better, but the scene before me was truly bizarre.

Just as Fury was about to give the order to go in, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows to the side.

"Where's Lynn?" Natasha stepped forward quickly, her tone grave.

"It took more than twenty minutes inside," Frank said succinctly, then pointed to the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground.

He told us to wait half an hour while he cleaned up any fish that had slipped through the net outside.

Patton was startled as he stepped out of the car.

"He just barged in all by himself? There were at least a hundred of Kingpin's men inside!"

Frank shrugged, not intending to answer.

Fury frowned.

This was indeed the worst-case scenario.

He immediately signaled, and the four of them went inside together.

As soon as I pushed open the heavy glass door, a strong smell of blood, mixed with the smell of gunpowder, hit my nose.

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

Is this hell?

Dozens of corpses lay scattered on the ground, each in a different posture, yet all bearing the marks of a gruesome death.

Natasha walked over to one of the bodies and began to examine it.

"The throat was cut, the wound was smooth, it was his knife."

"He killed him with a single blow; he didn't even consider holding back."

Patton noticed the many shattered bullets on the ground, and his expression changed instantly. Was there anyone who could punish this person?

Fury looked around and counted; there were seventeen bodies in total.

If there are so many corpses in the lobby, how many more people will die in the entire Fisk Building today?

This question lingers in everyone's mind.

Further in, one finds severely deformed metal railings, walls riddled with bullet holes, and scattered bricks and shell casings everywhere.

"God..." Natasha instinctively covered her mouth and nose, her brows furrowed, but in her heart she had already classified Lynn as extremely dangerous.

Patton's grip on the composite bow tightened slightly, his gaze calm, yet unable to conceal the turmoil beneath.

Lynn's killing spree went beyond "eliminating the enemy" and was more like an unrestrained outburst.

Fury walked at the front, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

He knew Lynn was ruthless, but he didn't expect her to be this ruthless. At this moment, his worries were amplified.

After defeating Kingpin, who will this uncontrollable "human" who treats human life like dirt become as a threat?

At that moment, an extremely weak call came.

As everyone looked, they saw a blood-stained hand slowly emerging from behind a corpse, emitting a faint groan.

When they approached, they found that one of the man's legs had been broken and there was a gruesome wound in his abdomen from which blood was gushing out.

"Help...help me..." The man's vision was blurred, and he couldn't see who the people in front of him were, but they were his only straw to cling to for survival.

"That's a demon... Satan... He'll kill everyone... Please... save me... I don't want to die..."

however.

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp gunshot rang out.

"Bang!"

The bullet struck the man precisely between the eyebrows; his body jolted, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

Frank put away his gun, his face expressionless.

"Clearing out the survivors, isn't it?"

Everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. was stunned, and no one spoke for a moment.

Fury glanced at Frank, said nothing, and simply stated coldly, "Keep moving forward, target the top."

He knew in his heart that Frank and Lynn were of the same ilk, and what he needed to do now was to find Lynn as soon as possible.

……

The top floor of the Fisker Building.

The crisp sound of applause echoed through the spacious office.

Kingpin sat behind his large desk, scrutinizing the blood-stained Asian man before him.

On both sides were men and ninjas standing guard, while the young film actor was standing on Kingpin's side.

Lynn looked at Mr. Negative with a playful smile.

"You're the last one of Kingpin's men, aren't you?"

He then straightened his disheveled shirt.

Look at Kingpin, the leader of the largest criminal organization in New York City who practically controls everything.

"What? Is this your way of treating guests?"

"When important guests arrive, don't you even prepare a chair for me, or... a glass of wine?"