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Lynn took the phone from Frank.

Hearing that someone else had taken over, Wesley's voice became respectful once again.

"Mr. Lynn, I've gathered a lot of information this week."

"Joseph of the Hammerhead Gang has already assembled a force of about fifty men at the Brooklyn docks, and they are equipped with heavy firearms."

"They've decided to raid the Fisk Building tonight. According to my intelligence... he simply wants revenge on you."

"Even with Mr. Frank around, he'll make you a laughingstock in New York, and watch the Fisk Tower turn to rubble."

Lynn chuckled.

Joseph is as impulsive as ever. It's a miracle he's still alive with such an impulsive personality.

Nowadays, if you can't beat someone, you want to destroy their home?

He then gave a curt reply.

"Anything else?"

"If that's all... you're still worthless."

That's all.

Wesley remained silent for a long time, seemingly after careful consideration, before letting out a heavy sigh and continuing to speak.

"Roxon Energy Group has sent people to contact me. They want to get information about you from me, but..."

"I didn't hide anything."

"They gladly accepted my surrender and allowed me to remain hidden by your side, passing on messages to them."

"From what I understand, they're more interested in Kingpin's lab data, since that information was taken by S.H.I.E.L.D..."

"Their focus is on Mr. Frank."

"It seems they are also wary of your abilities and strength, so they have set their sights on Mr. Frank, who is more capable."

Lynn chuckled, glancing at Frank, whose expression seemed off, and patted him on the shoulder.

The meaning behind their eyes is self-evident.

It seems this group of people see Frank as someone they can easily manipulate.

For Frank, who had always punished others with bloodshed, this was a blatant provocation and insult.

"It seems you're more like the 'beauty' in their eyes."

Frank ignored Lynn's teasing and just clenched his fists silently, making a "crunching" sound.

Until the call ended.

He then spoke.

"With Wesley constantly defecting, how can Roxson still trust him?"

"And... isn't he afraid of dying even faster by doing this?"

Lynn smiled mysteriously.

Frank only knew how to train and kill, but he didn't understand that this was where Wesley's intelligence lay, no wonder he could be a strategist.

The information he possessed was his best lifeline.

Not only does he possess information about Kingpin during his lifetime, but he is sure to attract the interest of others, and he is also the first person to "visit" Lynn.

Who wouldn't want to know the details?

Who would kill such a talented person?

By maneuvering among various forces and proactively adopting a humble stance, it's likely that everyone is willing to leave this "information channel" open.

Lynn chuckled softly.

"Die faster? He's maneuvering around with ease right now. Roxon wants to bring him back, so why would he kill him?"

"Unfortunately..."

"And if I'm not mistaken, if we don't trust him, he won't trust us either. Next, he'll hide himself."

"They won't appear until the crucial moment."

Frank's expression grew increasingly ferocious.

Lynn did not regret not killing Wesley immediately.

Overall, it wasn't a bad deal. Using Wesley to attract attention in exchange for a few days of quiet was a worthwhile trade.

As for this life... it's just a matter of dying sooner or later.

"Don't worry, Wesley will die sooner or later."

"Feeling restless after a few days? There's a party tonight, enough to let you vent your frustrations."

As soon as the words were spoken, another voice came.

"A party? Would you like me as your date?"

Natasha pushed open the glass door and entered the hall.

She was wearing a black tactical uniform today, and her face was still a little pale, but her eyes had regained their usual sharpness.

Norman's pumpkin bomb clearly shocked her quite a bit.

Lynn's expression fell, and his tone became somewhat indifferent.

"It seems you're recovering well."

Natasha smiled, seemingly unconcerned.

"I've come to deliver a message."

"Rockson Energy Group CEO Dario Agger contacted Mrs. Goh of the Hand yesterday through an intermediary."

"The specific content of the conversation is unknown, but the meeting took place at a private club in Roxon, so the situation is likely to be more complicated."

"besides……"

Her gaze swept over Lynn.

Where is Wesley?

"The bureau chief wants all his information and whereabouts."

Lynn raised her eyebrows and stared intently.

Isn't he the best example? Has Fury not learned his lesson? Doesn't he know that some people can't be used indiscriminately?

He shrugged and grinned.

"Frey wants Wesley? Sure!"

"I just don't know where he is right now. If you can find him, please let me know. I'd be happy to give him to Fury."

Upon hearing this, Natasha looked at Lynn with great suspicion. This was the same man she knew, who would be so easy to talk to?

He stared at him for a few seconds, then finally nodded.

"I will pass it on."

"Also... I know you'll take the initiative, so do you need any help tonight? S.H.I.E.L.D. is monitoring the Hammerhead gang's situation."

Lynn simply said "No need," and then, as usual, pulled Frank along, set up chairs, and sat down at the building entrance.

Natasha didn't say anything more, but just looked at that back with a complicated expression until the hall returned to silence.

Lynn looked down at the street below the square; cars were flowing and pedestrians were hurrying by, everything seemed so normal.

But in my heart I was wondering if that person would show up tonight.

……

As dusk fades, neon lights begin to twinkle.

The two cars, one after the other, silently merged into the traffic and headed towards the damp pier in Brooklyn.

Using the shipping containers as cover, Lynn and Frank stealthily made their way through the night and landed in the warehouse area ahead.

Looking down, one corner of the dock was brightly lit.

About fifty dark figures were busy around several trucks.

They unloaded the heavy wooden crates, which contained rows of automatic rifles, rocket launchers, and countless bullets.

Joseph's imposing figure stood in the center of the crowd, waving his arms, his face filled with mania and the thrill of impending doom.

"That's quite a spectacle," Lynn muttered, his gaze sweeping across the crowd as if searching for other spectators.

Joseph's small group posed no threat to them, and Lynn's target was not them either.

He had a feeling it would be a lively evening, partly because the party was about dealing with Joseph, this troublesome guy.

The other half was specially prepared for that "good neighbor".

"So, when are we going to make our move?"

Hearing Frank's urging and his eager expression, Lynn looked around one last time.

"Then let's get started!"

Whether that person comes or not, Joseph is a problem that needs to be solved, and Lynn won't delay for long.

Lynn and Frank's eyes met, their killing intent aligning.

The next moment, the concrete ground beneath their feet exploded, and two figures crashed into the center of the enemy formation like cannonballs!

With a "thump".

Two figures descended from the sky, flashing past with a whooshing sound, landing right in the center of the crowd carrying weapons.

The smoke and dust were stirred up, and under the yellowish streetlights, no one could make out who the person was.

Everyone was startled by this sudden turn of events, even Joseph was momentarily dazed.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the outlines of two people gradually became visible, accompanied by a slightly happy voice.

"Perfect! This is exactly how I wanted it to be implemented!"

Who is it? That voice sounds so familiar!

Upon recognizing the newcomers, Joseph's pupils constricted sharply, and he instinctively blurted out, "Lynn, and Frank?!"

At this moment, the group of hammerheads finally reacted, but Joseph's face was already contorted with rage as he took a step forward.

"Lynn! I haven't even gone looking for trouble with you, and you've already come here to die? You really have guts!"

"I will repay you for the humiliation of a week ago, exactly as it was! Don't worry, I won't kill you outright..."

"I'll break all four of your limbs, then watch as I take everything from you, and see who's the boss of New York!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Joseph raised his arm and shouted.

"Everyone, attack!"

Upon hearing the order, the remaining Hammerhead gang members grabbed guns from the nearest cargo boxes.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at Lynn and Frank, and the "click" of bullets being chambered echoed repeatedly.

The instant the trigger was pulled, Frank clenched his fists, flashed into the crowd, and unleashed a powerful punch.

One of the gang members, who was pointing a gun, was smashed in the front, his sternum shattered along with his gun, and he was sent flying backward, overturning a bunch of shipping containers.

Compared to Frank's inefficient method of taking down enemies with a single punch, Lynn quickly dodged the gun barrel and silently pulled out a shotgun.

In an instant, gunfire erupted.

The two gunmen were blasted to pieces by shotguns fired at point-blank range.

The two men moved quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly, each strike aimed at a fatal spot, and screams and wails rose and fell on the dock.

After all, given Lynn and Frank's style, once they take action, they naturally leave no room for mercy and no survivors.

"Wait! I'll help you!"

Suddenly, a familiar, anxious shout came from high above, and a figure suddenly jumped down from the top of the container.

Spider silk shot out like bullets, instantly entangled the guns of several people.

Then, with a sudden tug, more than a dozen automatic rifles flew out of his hand and crashed to the ground with a piercing thud.

But that's not all.

The figure, swaying on spider silk, swiftly plunged into the battle.

He precisely fired a web, attempting to entangle Frank's fist as he swung it toward another gang member's head.

Frank's arm muscles bulged, and he gave Peter a vicious, cold glare as the spiderweb was torn apart.

"Get out of here."

Peter, however, stood firmly in front of the terrified gang member, declaring, "It's enough that they're incapacitated!"

He had just witnessed Frank punch through another man's knee, and the unnecessary cruelty made his stomach churn.

Lynn's eyes lit up instantly; this was exactly what he had been waiting for!

He was still thinking about how to complete the system's tasks, but some things are most effective if he experiences them personally!

"enough?"

Lynn's voice sounded like a ghost from behind him.

Peter was startled; his spider-sense went off like a madman.

But Lynn didn't attack him; instead, he grabbed his hand and pointed to a Hammerhead gang member struggling to crawl toward a rocket launcher not far away.

"Didn't you see? Your kindness might mean we're facing another rocket attack in the next second. Do you think that's enough?"

"You think these are just some minor urban criminals you've encountered? They're all trying to kill me and Frank!"

"How can you guarantee you can have complete control over them? What if they pick up weapons again? Who will be the ones injured or even killed?"

Almost as if to confirm his words, a cold shot rang out from the direction of the dark cargo ship on the outskirts of the dock.

However, the bullets were not aimed at Lynn or Frank, but struck the oil drums at everyone's feet, sending sparks flying.

It instantly triggered a small-scale explosion and panic!

The Brooklyn pier, bathed in the yellow glow of streetlights, descended into a deeper chaos.

Lynn frowned.

He anticipated that tonight would be very lively, even chaotic.

The candidates are either Roxson or the Hand and the Club.

This shot was meant to create chaos. Recalling the news Wesley sent this morning... perhaps they wanted to take the opportunity to kidnap Frank?

Lynn's figure had just stopped.

In the chaos, several dark figures, blending into the night, swept down from the top of the shipping container, their poisoned ninja blades silently stabbing towards Lynn's back.

Hands and meeting!

It was fast, but Lynn reacted even faster. Without turning his head, he parried with a backhand slash, the two blades rubbing together and sparks flying.

He spun around and kicked the ninja toward Frank.

Frank then smashed his throat with a punch.

really!

Lynn instantly realized that the person who shot him from the shadows was probably one of Roxon's men, a fact Wesley hadn't told him.

It seems that no one who can settle down in New York is a fool.

He then shouted at Peter, "Haven't you seen it yet? This world doesn't work out just because you don't kill people; they'll be grateful to you!"

Even if you have good intentions, you need to consider the context!

The battle has turned into a three-way meat grinder.

Joseph's Hammerhead Gang crumbled under the force of overwhelming power.

Sniper shots and explosions from the periphery created chaos and casualties indiscriminately.

The elusive Hand ninjas would launch deadly sneak attacks precisely when Lynn was in the middle of an attack.

Instead, Frankenstein took charge of dealing with the sniping from the outside. He picked up a rocket launcher he had found and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The rocket whistled through the air, and the container in the distance exploded instantly, silencing the sniper fire.

Peter is caught in a dilemma: on one hand, he has to stop Lynn and Frank from "excessive" killing, and on the other hand, he has to keep the enemy in place.

He was like a spider trapped in a storm, constantly running for his life.

In the chaos, Joseph realized that his men were no match for the two, and there were also men watching from the outside.

He roared and raised a heavy machine gun, firing wildly. After emptying a magazine, seeing the situation was bad, he turned to run.

But Lynn saw right through him.

"Trying to leave?"

Lynn pushed off with his feet, darted through the gunfire, caught up with Joseph, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and slammed him hard to the ground.

With a roar, Joseph tried to struggle to his feet, but was stepped on and pinned down by a foot, the immense force rendering him immobile.

"Lynn! Are you really going to kill me? You've already killed Kingpin, and now you want to kill me? No one can tolerate this kind of threat!"

Lynn chuckled, too lazy to listen.

A punch slammed into his cheek, teeth and blood splattering everywhere, and his scream abruptly stopped.

Without stopping, his fists continued to rain down, each punch avoiding vital points and targeting the most painful joints and soft ribs.

A series of muffled groans followed until Joseph's struggles turned into convulsions, and he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, barely alive.

At this point, there was no more gunfire on the entire dock; all that remained were corpses on the ground and painful wails.

Frank walked over, his eyes coldly fixed on Joseph on the ground, and immediately pronounced his death sentence: "This kind of trash is useless to keep alive."

Lynn wasn't in a hurry, and only when he heard "Wait!" did a smile appear on his lips.