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

A black Suburban drove through the streets of New York, its windows shutting out the chaotic cityscape.

Compared to Frank's somewhat tense expression, Lynn casually examined the car.

"No need to be so nervous, Mr. Cassel," Coulson broke the silence first. "This car is a special model made by S.H.I.E.L.D. It's bulletproof and blast-proof, it can even withstand a missile strike, it's absolutely safe."

Lynn could only chuckle at this.

He knew that Fury, as the biggest "corrupt boss" in S.H.I.E.L.D., had put a lot of effort into this kind of thing.

such as……

The air conditioning in this car must be really good!

And the seatbelt definitely isn't very smooth!

He then stopped Frank, who was about to speak.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. really has a lot of power. It's an honor for an nobody like me to receive special attention from you."

Upon hearing this, Coulson paused for a moment, then quickly recovered. "Mr. Lynn, please don't misunderstand. I have no hostility towards you. Please rest assured."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, just to get to know your situation and see if there's any possibility of cooperation."

That's all.

Lynn muttered to himself.

Ultimately, they underestimated the power of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Keep in mind that all of this happened on the same night, starting with the brawl in Queens, and only a few hours had passed in total.

They stopped at a pizzeria for a while on their way to the casino, and then walked through an alley without surveillance cameras. Coulson was still standing right in front of him at just the right moment.

This gave Lynn a clear understanding.

I thought my previous guesses were early enough, but now it seems... I've probably been targeted a long time ago.

However, Lynn quickly figured out the reason behind it.

A more likely scenario is that his proximity to Frank led to him being targeted by S.H.I.E.L.D.

After all, how could a top agent like Frank, who hates evil so much, not be within their surveillance range?

Lynn coughed lightly twice.

"Let's see if there's an opportunity."

……

Not long after.

The car arrived at Hell's Kitchen, drove into an inconspicuous tunnel, and at the end was a slowly rising alloy gate.

Led by Coulson, the three entered a passageway.

As the scene gradually magnified, Lynn's gaze finally settled on the enormous circular command center.

Dozens of screens float in mid-air, displaying data and surveillance footage from around the world.

Agents in uniform were busy below, their voices and keyboard clicks mingling together.

Lynn immediately made up his mind that he would never become a slave to someone else!

Suddenly, a system notification popped up in my mind.

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

Location: S.H.I.E.L.D.

[City-State: Jess's Weapon Workshop]

[The city-state shop is now open. The host can exchange items in the shop by increasing 'Reputation Points'.]

Current Reputation: 8 (+3)

[Review: This place boasts the world's richest resources and technology. All items are obtainable with sufficient reputation. Create your own miracle!]

Before he could even react.

A figure had already walked over through the illusory image.

He is an agent of Sitwell.

And Rumlow, who was on guard behind him.

This is yet another reason Lynn gave for refusing.

Few men in S.H.I.E.L.D. are not bald!

The two people standing on the other side are "Black Widow" Natasha Romanoff and "Hawkeye" Clint Barton standing next to her.

After exchanging greetings with everyone, how could Lynn not understand S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attitude?

It's not just a matter of distrust; it's also an attempt to intimidate him by having so many people back him up.

"You must be tired from your journey, I think you need to rest," Coulson said at the right moment, but he seemed more confident than when they first met.

"A deeper discussion requires a clear mind. We have prepared rooms for both of you. This way, please."

Frank frowned, about to refuse, but Lynn spoke first: "Okay, I'm tired too."

He knew there was no need to make things too ugly; a little contact wouldn't be a bad thing.

Coulson led Lynn and the other man out of the command center and into the living area. They stopped in front of two adjacent doors and swiped their cards to open them.

The room was very simple, almost like a military camp: a bed, a table, a chair, and a separate bathroom.

The only unusual thing was that there was a clean set of casual clothes on the table, which fit perfectly.

"Breakfast is from seven to nine o'clock, and the dining room is at the end of the corridor. If you need anything, you can call using the communicator by your bedside," Coulson said, standing in the doorway.

"Meet me in the third conference room at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

After saying that, the door closed gently.

Immediately afterwards, the clear sound of the electronic lock closing came from outside the door.

The two exchanged a glance.

"They seem quite hostile towards us..."

Lynn ignored Frank, who was checking around, plopped down on the bed, and stretched.

"On one hand, it's about flexing their muscles, but on the other hand, it's also a way of monitoring us. Believe it or not, your every move is under their watchful eyes, and they might be watching you right now."

"Yes." Frank put his mind at ease and sat down.

"They want to cool us down temporarily, and more importantly, they want to see how we react in this environment."

Lynn smacked her lips.

He wasn't worried about his situation; there shouldn't be anyone here who could stop him right now, and leaving wouldn't be a problem if he really wanted to.

"Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it. Don't worry, we'll know their specific attitude tomorrow."

……

midnight.

Lynn appeared to have closed her eyes and fallen asleep, her breathing shallow and even, but in reality, her attention was entirely focused on the system's initial prompts.

City-state?

He hadn't expected this to exist!

Since S.H.I.E.L.D. will provide this notification, shouldn't other key locations also have city-state notifications?

Suddenly, a place popped into Lynn's mind, like... that underwater prison in the movie!

Could it be "Quiet Water Prison"?

He immediately shook his head; he wouldn't go there. He refocused his attention on the system panel.

Is your reputation level only 11?

It seems that very few people within S.H.I.E.L.D. know what he has done; at most, they've only met him once.

His gaze fell upon the open store, which was what he was most concerned about.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Weapons Workshop

[Landry's Pain Mask: 3200 Reputation Points]

[Effect: When this mask is worn, everyone within its range will be trapped in their most painful hallucinations.]

[Focus on the World: Exchange for 3000 Reputation Points]

[Effect: Once your attack hits the opponent, they will be completely exposed for the next ten seconds.]

[Central Asia Paradox: 3500 Reputation Points for Exchange]

[Effect: Forces the host to become immune to all damage, control effects, and other negative effects. Cooldown: once a day]

For a moment, Lynn was dazzled by what she saw.

From the Trinity Force to the Trickster's Mirror, from the Tycoon's Armor to the Crown of Heroes, they're all amazing items!

But when he found the item that he could exchange for the fastest, his face immediately darkened.

[Boots of Swiftness: 100 Reputation Points to Exchange]

[Effect: You have running speed when you walk.]

[Review: Wearing straw sandals is an extraordinary feeling!]

Lynn: ...