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

As the two walked out of the pizzeria, a deep voice popped into Lynn's mind.

The hunt has begun!

Immediately afterwards, a deep blue phantom appeared before my eyes, and a map of New York City suddenly appeared.

Lynn paused slightly.

Good guy!

Not only does it encompass the entire city of New York, but even cars passing by outside the city move synchronously on the map.

Moreover, there are three bright red dots on it.

As Lynn focused his attention on the red dot, information about the three targets immediately appeared.

Bullseye: One of Kingpin's three henchmen, currently tracking his host in Queens.

[Tombstone: One of Kingpin's three henchmen, he has left Queens and is heading to the underground casino he oversees.]

[Mr. Negative: One of Kingpin's three henchmen, currently searching for an intermediary for "Sander".]

It has to be said that it really has that "hunting" feel to it.

But... where's my exoskeleton armor?!

Compared to the bone and tooth necklace, that outfit is truly the coolest!

Lynn muttered to himself, but didn't stop walking.

The target was the tombstone that had already been left behind.

Putting aside his "shabby" appearance, he needed a "windfall" to improve his life.

On the other hand, Bullseye is still investigating in Queens, and Mr. Negative clearly has other things to do as well.

With the three people positioned in three different directions, this is the safest time to make a move, minimizing risk and ensuring a successful outcome.

He looked at Frank beside him.

"According to my sources, 30 percent of the monthly cash flow of the underground casino in the 'Diamond Zone' controlled by Tombstone is laundered through a shell company called 'Midnight Wave'."

"Let's go scout out the location first."

Frank nodded, his fingers tightening around his gym bag: "That place is a mixed bag. There are at least three layers of sentries around the casino, all of them Tombstone's henchmen."

"The weapons we have are no worse than those of a regular army."

That's all.

Instead of riding the prepared motorcycle, the two walked through two narrow, dark alleys and along unlit paths.

……

Twenty minutes later.

A brightly lit street came into view.

Unlike the dilapidated buildings around it, the two-story building on the street corner with the sign "Starlight Billiards Hall" stands out.

Neon lights outlined bold patterns, gleaming luxury cars were parked at the entrance, and several burly men in black suits were smoking, with gun butts peeking out from under their suits.

Even from across the street, you could faintly hear the boisterous cheers coming from inside.

This is the underground casino of Tombstone.

Lynn and Frank hid on the third floor of an abandoned apartment building across the street, where they could see the commotion outside the casino.

Before taking action, Frank gave Lynn a strange look, and after much deliberation, finally asked the question that had been bothering him.

Why are you wearing... such a... unusual headgear?

Lynn simply gave him the middle finger.

If you want to laugh, just say so.

"You stay here and keep watch. I'll go take a walk around and check the security at the side and back doors." Frank lowered his voice and handed him the sports bag. "There are binoculars and listening devices in the bag. Don't touch them."

Before the words were even finished, the figure had already darted out of the window, and after several twists and turns, disappeared into the shadows at the alley entrance in no time.

Lynn wasn't idle either; he took out his binoculars and pretended to observe, but his attention was actually entirely on the map in front of him.

The red dot representing the tombstone on the map is steadily positioned at the deepest part of the second floor of the casino.

Not only that.

He also noticed that the hidden sentry positions around the casino were shown as faint gray dots on the map, and even the sniper lying on the roof was accurately marked.

Lynn was amazed; the map provided by this system was even better than S.H.I.E.L.D.'s satellite scans.

Only then did he have a chance to take out the bone and tooth necklace from his pocket, the icy touch traveling up his fingertips.

Bone and teeth necklace

[Unique Active: Each defeated target counts as one stack. When ten stacks are accumulated, you can enter "Hunting Rhythm" (invisibility) for ten seconds.]

[Unique Passive: Loot Collection]

[A loot item: Hunting Rhythm effect +20%]

[Two loot items: Greatly increases jumping ability]

[Three loot items: Your attacks have a special effect (penetration), making them more lethal.]

This is really good stuff!

Lynn's eyes flashed. With this stealth skill alone, if used well, he could move freely within the Tombstone territory.

It can also be used as a trump card in the future.

after all……

Who wouldn't be afraid of a "sixth brother" who can suddenly become invisible?

Time passed second by second.

Light footsteps came from the alley entrance, and Frank emerged from the shadows. His suit jacket was dusty, but his face wore a cold smile.

Pointing to a crumpled hand-drawn defense map.

"Two men at the side door light cigarettes in unison every 15 minutes as a signal for changing shifts. Three men at the back door, but one of them is always positioned to block the best firing angle; he's a veteran."

Frank took the binoculars Lynn handed him and quickly glanced at the casino entrance.

"The ventilation ducts on the second floor weren't locked; I could crawl in through there. The location of the tombstone..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lynn interrupted, "His office should be in the innermost room on the second floor."

Frank turned his head sharply to look at him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Lynn casually pointed to the binoculars and replied perfunctorily, "I just scanned it with the equipment. That room has the strongest signal jamming; it's most likely his hideout."

Frank frowned in disbelief, about to ask more questions, when he saw Lynn suddenly raise her hand and point to the stairwell behind them.

There stood a man, dressed in a black suit, with his hair neatly combed but slightly bald, a smile on his face, and carrying a brown briefcase.

What's most striking is his hairline, which is quite high and distinctive!

The man slowly walked forward, his gaze sweeping between Lynn and Frank before finally settling on the binoculars in Lynn's hand, his smile deepening.

"Good evening, Mr. Lynn."

"And... Mr. Kassel." The man's voice was gentle but carried an undeniable pressure.

"I am Phil Coulson from the Strategic Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency."

Lynn's heart sank.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had indeed set its sights on him; their intelligence network lived up to its reputation, finding him so quickly.

Frank's hand was already reaching for the dagger at his waist, as if he was ready to strike at any moment.

Lynn patted him on the shoulder to signal him to relax.

Then, like a passerby, he looked left and right, as if the person whose name had just been called wasn't him.

"Mr. Lynn, you don't need to be wary of me. You may not know my identity, but I am not your enemy."

Coulson wasn't angry, but his gentle smile held a hint of helplessness as he made a slight defensive gesture.

"Actually, I just wanted to invite you to Hell's Kitchen for a chat. Mr. Lynn, please don't use your superhuman strength on me."

"Don't worry. It's not an interrogation, but I want to talk about Kingpin and what happened in Queens tonight."