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

When the group of uninvited guests came into view, an Asian man who looked somewhat comical and unreliable appeared.

A question arose in everyone's mind.

Could it be this person?

Not only did he lack the imposing physique and fierce eyes I had imagined, but even his clothing and expression exuded a sense of... mediocrity.

Will he be the one to massacre the entire Fisk Building and single-handedly destroy Kingpin's dark empire?

The crowd gradually became restless.

Everyone looked at Lynn's arrogant face and the cigar in his mouth... Damn it, who was he blowing smoke at!

The previously tightly sealed vehicles opened their doors one by one, and a group of people with stern faces stepped out and gradually approached each other.

Lynn sat on the motorcycle with his hands in his pockets.

He had expected a lot of people to come today, but he didn't expect so many people to be interested in him!

I felt a chill run down my spine.

Being stared at by a group of muscular, burly men, many of whom are bald, doesn't exactly feel like a good feeling...

Suddenly, I remembered the props from before.

[Control Guard]

[Description: Can be deployed at a chosen location. Detects hostile individuals within a certain range, and enemies within this range cannot evade detection.]

Lynn had originally considered placing the "True Eye" in Tribeca, since it was a house he had bought with real money.

And they have to sleep there from time to time.

But now that I look at it...

【use or not? 】

Current location: Fisker Tower

[Recommendation: The location should be set on the rooftop to minimize the risk of damage, with an effective radius of 100 meters.]

"yes!"

Lynn's idea was simple.

Since he wanted to come into the sights of this underground group, he publicly declared himself the owner of the Fisk Tower.

We can't possibly let them take our building back right in front of "New York," can we?

He still wanted to save face.

When the system notification came that the item had been placed, Lynn sat up abruptly, slightly taken aback.

A dense barrage of prompts appeared before my eyes, all in glaring red lettering.

His gaze casually drifted to the left, where a dozen or so men dressed in black tactical uniforms were leaning against several modified Saabbans.

Roxon Energy Industries - Field Mercenaries

Inside the black extended Lincoln leading the group, Lynn could see that there were still people inside, but he didn't know who they were.

However, the system has already provided a prompt.

[Roxon Energy Group - Chief Biosafety Officer]

Name: Roland Burroughs, the "Death Viper"

And the [legal advisor] standing beside him.

Lynn was taken aback.

I remember the guy who killed Roxon during the bounty phase; I never thought the real culprit would come knocking on my door...

Then I looked to the right.

A dozen or so people got out of those Escalade riot control vehicles.

Osborn Industries - Temporary Mercenary

And the red name displayed in the Mercedes-Benz G-Class, which is the leader among them.

Osborn Industries - Temporary Partner

[Title: "Thriller" Herman Schulz]

Oh! So it's this beggar!

Lynn remembered that this guy liked to use his boxing gloves to make people fly, and he was a mercenary who worked for various villainous bosses.

And Osborn Industries...

He had a guess in his mind.

Hermann, who once played for Norman the Green Goblin, is not surprising to be here representing Osborne.

How did he end up being targeted by Norman?

Lynn shook his head and continued looking at the "female guests" present today, trying to see which one was his "heart's desire".

In the shadow of the building on the left.

Several slender, dark figures clung to the wall, their faces masked, the ninja swords in their hands gleaming with a ghostly blue light.

[Hand and Alliance (New York Remnants) - Elite Ninja]

In the deepest part of the shadows, a man dressed in dark red but without a mask was staring at Lynn.

[The Hand (New York Remnants) - Commander]

[Title: Letter from the "Undying Ninja"]

as well as……

Before Lynn could continue his search, a rough roar mixed with curses came from the entrance at the other end of the square.

"Get the hell out of my way!"

"Are you trying to break your bones prematurely if you're blocking the Hammerhead Gang's path?!"

Several modified, menacing-looking pickup trucks brutally rammed through the cars blocking their way and drove straight to the front.

The car door was kicked open, and a group of burly men wearing studded jackets and with tattoos covering more than their clothes jumped out.

[Hammerhead Gang - Core Thugs]

Then a giant, whose physique was comparable to that of a brown bear and whose neck was almost as thick as his head, bent down and crawled out of the car.

[Hammerhead Gang - Leader]

Name: Joseph Harlow, the "Hammerhead"

"Depend on!"

No...is that right?

He remembered... he didn't seem to have any conflicts with these people, right?

Why is everyone coming to him?

Is Kingpin's legacy really that appealing?

Or are these people more interested in him?

Not to mention that Lynn discovered there were more people present than just those.

In the distance, there was also an inconspicuous Land Rover Range Rover parked.

[Kim Pin's former subordinate - the "white glove" strategist]

Name: James Wesley

The only thing that made him feel fortunate was that... the man's red badge wasn't too glaring, which was good news.

Just as Lynn was preparing to deliver this "acceptance speech".

A slight commotion arose from the crowd that partially surrounded him, as several men dressed in black, completely covered up, shoved each other from side to side.

[Old Tombstone Department—Shouhehui External Dead Soldiers]

With bloodshot eyes and holding poisoned short blades and barbed chains, they pushed through the crowd and charged toward Lynn.

Upon seeing this, everyone spontaneously chose to give up their seats and quietly watch this good show.

After all, why not take the initiative if someone is willing to test the waters?

"Kill him...get revenge!"

The blade was only a meter or two away from Lynn's position.

A sharp horn blared from the outside, and the roar of an engine forced everyone to make way.

next second.

With a loud bang, Frank drove his Suburban straight over, the front of the car smashing into the two thugs in the front seat, sending them flying.

The two were instantly sent flying backwards and lost consciousness.

Frank slammed on the brakes, got out of the car, and walked toward the other assassins who were rushing toward him across the vehicle.

He did not dodge.

He simply threw a right straight punch.

With a soft "thud," the fist made contact with the cheek, and then the assassin's feet left the ground, and he flew backward seven or eight meters.

When everyone reacted and looked at the assassin lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, they saw a strange indentation on the side of his face.

Quiet.

The entire Fisker Building fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw.

Joseph, who got off the car in the distance, immediately dropped his disdainful look; Xin, in the shadows, narrowed his eyes and subconsciously gripped the knife at his waist.

Herman and Roland simultaneously signaled for the car to back up a bit; no one expected that Lynn had such a ruthless character by his side.

Frank, however, seemed to be doing something insignificant, his indifferent yet excited gaze sweeping over everyone.

She then quietly walked to Lynn's side and took a small half-step back.

"Should I kill them all?"

The voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet square, the words clearly reached everyone's ears.

Lynn shrugged and spread his hands.

"The local gangs are so rude..."