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

In Natasha and Frank's eyes, Lynn was standing in the center of the hall, looking up at the highest point above his head.

It seems they are lamenting this "hot potato".

He was indeed marveling at the system's wonders, until a notification popped up in his mind.

[Fisk Tower has been converted into Orn's forging furnace]

[Ding! Host has been detected to have entered the city-state!]

[City-State: Ornn's Forge (Simplified)]

[Since this is Ornn's forgotten "portable forge," only ordinary equipment can be forged here. Only by finding his favorite "refined forge" can the most perfect artifact be crafted.]

"Okay, okay!"

Lynn blurted it out.

He could tell that although this was not the "city-state" he had actually found, it was only transformed through the enhancement runes.

But... that's enough!

Those materials obtained from the orbs, such as the [Useless Rod] and [Negative Cloak], finally have a use!

He murmured, "I see..."

No wonder the system message said "upgrade".

The original Hextech effect was estimated to be "Portable Forge," which was the original golden Hextech enhancement rune.

This effect only arises through "leveling up".

In Lynn's view, the original "Fusion Forge" might just turn into a place to check in and take photos, instead of enhancing runes.

This is the stronghold he still needs to search for.

Thinking of this, Lynn rubbed his temples helplessly.

This system is like an open-world game. Has Lao Ma from my hometown expanded into this business...?

"Taking down Kingpin's building makes you so emotional? Is it because you lack confidence in yourself, so you're just trying to boost your morale?"

Natasha's tone was slightly sarcastic.

"What will you do now? Those people won't give up easily... You can deal with one Kingpin, but there are countless others waiting for you."

"However... if you're willing to provide the material used on Frank, S.H.I.E.L.D. can lend a hand, how about it?"

Lynn was uninterested in her teasing.

This woman is too calculating; she's not very interesting.

He called Frank over, brought two pairs of chairs, and sat down directly at the front door.

It has to be said that having only three people inside a towering building, completely silent, is indeed too desolate.

Lynn didn't like it much either.

Natasha ignored his indifference and sat down on the ground.

"After taking over, in what areas do you plan to develop business and get this building operational? It can't just be a decoration, can it?"

"Also, even if you have your own security personnel, shouldn't you at least find someone to do the regular cleaning work too...?"

Lynn: ...

He hadn't really considered these things.

However, these will not be problems after a week.

The portable forge is currently smelting...

[Currently smelted equipment: Raptor Cloak + Negative Polarity Cloak]

[The "Zz'Rot Portal" is generating...]

[Remaining time: 6 days 23 hours]

The hammer, forged from "Star Iron," is named "The Hammer." Orn can use it to forge all matter in the world.

I wasn't worried because I was watching the system's countdown.

It wasn't until Natasha asked why they were sitting there that the truth came out.

Lynn was getting impatient.

"Do me a favor, and I'll tell you."

"Can."

"Go to a Joey's Pizza in Queens and buy me two pizzas, then I'll tell you."

"..."

"Remember! It's a run-down pizzeria, the GG brand pizzas are all a bit rotten, that's the one I want to eat at."

Until Natasha drove away with a long face, Saboban.

Frank then slowly began to speak.

"She knows you're trying to get rid of her."

"The point is to let her know that her identity isn't a secret. With her around, some people will find it harder to come out."

Lynn took out a cigar and looked at the cars coming and going on the street. Although the surface was calm, there was an undercurrent of tension.

Frank looked surprised when he heard this.

But before he could speak...

"What kind of look is that? Do I look unreliable?!"

"I really thought you hadn't made any plans... So, you're sitting at the gate waiting for someone? Who are you waiting for?"

When faced with Frank's question, Lynn nodded and then shook his head.

"I'm waiting for someone, but not anyone in particular."

Lynn knew that what Frank had said earlier wasn't without reason; it was bound to end in bloodshed.

And this suddenly emerging "New York rookie" will definitely have people wanting to talk to him in person.

You can either try to win him over and seek cooperation, or you can use threats and inducements to get some benefits from him.

So he sat at the main entrance, which was his way of telling everyone that if they wanted to make contact, they should send someone over.

That's how confident he is.

"It all depends on... who comes first, who wants to be the first to step forward. I'm also very curious to see who it will be..."

The two sat there until sunset. Natasha seemed to understand Lynn's meaning and did not appear all afternoon.

Just as Lynn was preparing to pack up and go back to her apartment.

A Land Rover Range Rover slowly drove into the street at a low speed. It stopped slowly when it reached the plaza of the building and was facing Lin En and his companion.

The car door opened.

A middle-aged white man in a well-tailored dark gray three-piece suit stepped out of the car, accompanied by three henchmen.

Lynn raised an eyebrow, wondering if she should get herself a suit...

The middle-aged white man straightened his suit slightly, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and walked step by step up the stairs toward Lynn.

Frank had already stood up, his fists slightly clenched.

Before the middle-aged white man could speak, a gust of wind appeared out of nowhere and then swept past.

next second.

One of the henchmen vanished instantly, and when the sound came again, he was found lying on the roadside flowerbed.

He convulsed a few times and collapsed to the ground.

"Sigh... Ah Lan, you were too impulsive and rude. Look at how badly you've been beaten. What am I supposed to say to you?"

Lynn appeared to be reprimanding Frank for his reckless actions, but a smile played on his lips as he looked at the middle-aged white man.

He finally remembered who this person was: James Wesley, Kingpin's white glove strategist, the one who devised the plans.

He didn't recognize it at first because there was absolutely no indication of [controlling the first position].

Lynn instantly understood that Wesley harbored no hostility towards him.

However, a show of force was an essential part of the process, and he didn't care about the lives of these people, so he didn't stop Frank from taking action.

The attack happened in an instant. Wesley trembled, but showed no anger. Instead, he clapped his hands.

"I presume it was Mr. Frank who made the move? I witnessed your skills this morning; they are truly extraordinary."

"And this gentleman... you must be Mr. Lynn, right?"

Lynn shrugged, neither refusing nor speaking.

"If that person has offended you in any way, I apologize on his behalf, but please don't misunderstand, I'm not pleading for him."

With that, Wesley drew his pistol from his waist and walked straight toward his underling, whose fate was unknown, standing by the street.

Two shots rang out, and without hesitation, the guns were fired.

"I wonder if you two are satisfied?"

At this moment, Lynn slowly got up.

"As expected of the strategist chosen by Kingpin, you are quite good."