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

Lynn stood by the window, falling into a brief silence.

In his hand was that hat, unsurprisingly... big and pointed; he could hardly imagine wearing such a "toy" on his head.

but……

This hat would suit Fury well; it's windproof and keeps you warm.

As for [Tarik's pink hair dye], it's naturally the most suitable for Coulson, who is experiencing hair loss!

Finally, I looked at the airplane icon in the system's [Items] section.

In an instant, a wealth of knowledge and experience about piloting various types of aircraft flooded into my mind.

Lynn shook his slightly dizzy head; the feeling was even more exhilarating than having his week's worth of supplies wiped out.

He suddenly felt a headache coming on; no wonder the system said it would take a week. He really needed to process it properly.

An idea immediately popped into my head.

Are you suggesting he fly a big plane to shoot down small planes?

That's fucking ridiculous, they want me to masturbate... Where's my masturbation machine?!

Frank, watching Lynn's constantly changing expression, raised an eyebrow, his gaze filled with doubt.

Is his friend not in a good mental state?

"Why didn't you make a move just now?"

Based on his understanding of Lynn, killing her shouldn't have been difficult, yet he didn't retaliate.

Although he was subdued and might not be a match for this uninvited guest, Frank was confident that Lynn could handle it.

He didn't know much about Norman; he spent most of his time in Queens and Manhattan...

He had heard of a few ruthless characters.

However, Lynn simply composed herself, chuckled, and found it difficult to explain to this man who seemed to have no desires or wants.

It's not that I can't take action, but if I can't crush Norman, given that guy's madman nature...

I have no idea how much trouble this will cause me!

Although they've already gotten themselves into trouble.

"What are you doing? I just replaced my furniture with Vasachi's. How am I supposed to fight? What if I break it!"

……

It seemed that Norman's sudden appearance in Tribeca had brought a brief period of calm to New York City, with everyone watching and waiting.

For the next few days, Lynn had an unusually quiet time, with no "guests" visiting her.

Except for when S.H.I.E.L.D. suddenly came to the apartment and picked up Natasha.

Every day, as usual, he would go to the Fisker Building early in the morning, move a stool to sit at the entrance, and wait until the sun went down before going home.

It's been six days now.

Tomorrow marks one week since the "Zz'Rot Portal" was created, and it's also the last day of the deadline given to Wesley.

Lynn got up very early in the morning.

As soon as he stepped out of the apartment, he noticed a faint but intense gaze fixed upon him.

This is the fifth time I've had this feeling in the past few days.

The day after Norman left, Lynn realized that someone was secretly following him.

However, the other party did not make a move, seemingly without any malicious intent.

However, even after Lynn returned to the area controlled by the Fisk Tower, he did not find any trace of this person.

Clearly, this person was not within the scope of surveillance, which made me even more curious about who they were.

Until evening, when he had nothing to do and was preparing to go home.

But they found a note on the motorcycle.

It says "Come to Queens Now"

Lynn paused, finally they've arrived!

Without telling Frank, the two continued their journey together.

On the road.

Was Wesley's information yesterday credible?

"Joseph's hammer can gather a lot of people. He's coming to Fisk Tower tomorrow to retaliate. Should we prepare in advance?"

"Should we call S.H.I.E.L.D. for help?"

"They would be happy to do this, and I also need to free up some extra time to kill Wesley."

Yesterday, Wesley called Lynn via encrypted phone, saying he had important news, and Lynn was naturally called in to listen.

After hearing the news, he clearly stated that he did not believe it.

Frank wasn't questioning the veracity of the content, but rather Wesley himself; he would never trust anyone connected to Kingpin.

Lynn smiled faintly and patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry. Wesley wouldn't lie about something like this. He might stall for time, but he would never try to fool me with fake news."

"He is a smart man, and smart men are often afraid of death, so he wouldn't lie to me in a place like this."

"At most... it's just the timing that's off. Maybe they didn't just find out yesterday, maybe they knew a few days ago, but are only telling us now."

Even if Wesley hadn't said anything, Lynn could have guessed that Joseph would take action and prepare to retaliate.

After all, based on his understanding of Joseph, with his impulsive personality, how could he swallow the anger of being punched away by him?

After a few quiet days, Lynn was surprised.

If you calculate the time, it's either today or tomorrow.

"As for whether or not to call S.H.I.E.L.D...."

Lynn thought about it and decided against it. He could just call Coulson right before taking action.

Having S.H.I.E.L.D. around is too troublesome; there are rules everywhere, making you feel restricted and uncomfortable.

Not long after.

The two cars returned to the Tribeca district.

"You go back first, I'm going to wander around Queens."

"I kind of miss Joey's Pizza."

Lynn shrugged, and Frank remained silent.

After staring at each other for a long time, the two slowly nodded.

Just before he was about to refresh the "Homeland Guardian" and make a final push, a voice came from behind him: "Call me if you need anything."

Lynn shook his head helplessly, and the motorcycle sped down the street.

He was increasingly curious about the guest who had invited him back to the "newbie village," and he already had a guess about the guest's identity.

As soon as the car entered Queens, Lynn saw a spider pattern on the roadside wall, which guided her all the way.

Sure enough it was him!

But... which era's Spider-Man will it be?

Until the motorcycle drove into a small alley.

As he drove to the end of the alley blocked by red bricks, before he could turn around, two clumps of silvery-white spider silk shot out with a "whoosh".

It was precisely attached to his wrists and handlebars; the force wasn't great, but it was enough to restrict his movement.

Lynn raised an eyebrow, not immediately breaking free. The spider silk was quite resilient, but it was far from enough to trap him.

"So you've finally decided to show yourself and stop observing from the shadows?"

Little Peter Parker?

When Peter learned that his surveillance had been discovered, he shuddered as he stood on the fire escape ladder. He had always thought he was hiding it very well!

After observing for the past few days, he realized that the person in front of him did not seem to be the evil person he had imagined.

But they still dared not let their guard down, and continued to hide on the fire escape ladder of a high-rise building in the distance, without going down, maintaining a sufficient distance.

"I only have one thing to say to you..."

"Why did Norman contact you? What exactly did he say? I need to know... I need to determine what kind of person you really are!"

"And Frank... what's wrong with him?!"

"I will not allow you to disrupt the peace of New York!"

A barrage of questions came crashing down, carrying the impatience of a young man and his inherent stubbornness toward justice.

These problems were within Lynn's expectations.

[Ding! The witch Elise seems to have discovered her abandoned offspring. "Child, won't you return to your mother's embrace?"]