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

The entire banquet hall fell silent.

Everyone was deeply shocked by Lynn's undisguised attitude. Was he really so unscrupulous?

and……

There are also those who can describe assassination as a joke.

But no one would question the person who spoke.

At least Lynn, who was in front of them, was known to some factions about his past and would not take this as a joke.

He has this ability, and the "cyborgs" around him also have this ability, not to mention the alien creatures.

Enjoy the attention you receive from everyone.

Lynn showed no discomfort whatsoever; on the contrary, she wore a smile.

According to his understanding, isn't that how people from the motherland are?

The only difference he has now is that he no longer has antisocial personality disorder.

Frank made no attempt to hide it; his already indifferent expression, coupled with his cold eyes, made him look like a heartless machine.

His eyes kept flashing in front of everyone, as if he really took those words to heart and wanted to etch everyone's appearance into his mind.

For a time, no one dared to make any rash moves.

But... some people from certain factions frowned.

As if knowing that Lynn was recently caught in some bigger vortex, he was not afraid of this gaze, nor was he afraid of this assassination declaration.

The two people in front of us are the most eye-catching.

Hammer was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

His expression was one of undisguised arrogance and mockery.

He knew that Rhodes and Tony were good friends, and although Hammer Industries had dealings with the military, but...

Cooperation will not stop because of one person.

If this causes Lynn and Stark Industries to fall out, then wouldn't this "modification" technology belong to Hammer Industries?

"Haha... Mr. Lynn, you really know how to joke."

"However... if you have any thoughts, you can discuss them with me; perhaps I can be of some help."

"Hammer Industries is a choice you can trust."

As a member of the military, especially after Ross approached Lynn, Rhodes had made a point of inquiring about her privately.

He knew Lynn wasn't joking.

But I don't believe they'll point the blade at him.

It wasn't just his military background, but also the unspoken understanding between the two sides that made it possible for him to eliminate those underground forces.

If you put your hand where you shouldn't...

He will then be met with encirclement and suppression from all sides!

"Lynn, you'd better watch your words."

"Don't ignore the military, and don't ignore me."

"The reason you've survived until now is because you're still doing the right thing, even though I don't agree with what you're doing."

"Please focus on what you are supposed to do and what your responsibilities are!"

Her aura subtly overwhelmed Lynn's.

However, he had no intention of paying attention to this insignificant threat; his mind was entirely focused on the system in front of him.

[Socialite Gallio never expected you to rise to the upper class so quickly and become a well-known gentleman in New York!]

[Ding! The eighth round of the mission has been triggered]

[Task Posted: Shine in the Spotlight]

[Mission Description: The Colossus of Demacia never speaks, yet it silences all. True celebrities don't need to flatter; they become the center of attention wherever they go.]

[Mission Requirements: Starting from this party, gather as many spotlights and cameras as possible to focus all attention on you.]

[Tiered Rewards for Tasks]

[Beginner Level (30% Exposure): The signature attire of socialite Galio, the true suit-wearing thug]

[Intermediate Level (60% Exposure): Galio's favorite entrance: Hero's entrance, unleashing a powerful punch]

[Final Tier (100% Exposure): Fragment of the Anti-Magic Stone from Demacia; Galio's Power - Basic Magic Resistance]

Tonight, make sure the entire banquet hall and all the distinguished guests remember your name, in your own way!

Lynn fell silent for a moment.

Even socialite Galio has it... so does it have Storm Dragon Lee Sin, or Bounty Hunter's Soul?

According to his understanding of the game, spotlights are supposed to be stepped on, right? Now he's asked to collect them... so where are his grids?

Look at the three rewards in the three stages of the system.

To be honest, he might prefer Galio's gigantic form, since every dragonman has an obsession with "big".

He immediately looked at the task description, in his preferred way...

By this time, the atmosphere on the field had been quiet for a while.

Until Frank's loud voice reached my ears.

"I've memorized all their faces. Who should I kill first?"

Lynn waved his hand impatiently.

"Find a time to stake out their house and assassinate him secretly."

"What kind of company dares to seek cooperation with me? Don't they know that I'm going to rip off the Roxon Energy Group?"

Hammer: ...

……

the other side.

The moment Lynn stepped onto Stark Industries' territory, Tony quickly made up an excuse to leave.

He went straight to his private secret base.

Tony leaned against the control panel.

As you swipe your finger across the holographic interface, dozens of data windows, captured in real time from the banquet hall, float in front of you.

"Jarvis, retrieve all video footage of Lynn from the moment she stepped into Stark Tower until now."

"I need to know exactly what it is, including thermal imaging, gait analysis, and skeletal stress prediction."

[Executing, Sir]

[Video footage has been obtained]

However... the target's surface was detected to have abnormal absorption characteristics in its spectral reflectance, and the muscle and skeletal structures could not be reached.

Tony raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

[Not a traditional shielding material]

It's more like there's a transparent, living... "second skin" on top of his regular skin.

Tony stared at the blurry screen for a few seconds in silence.

"Then pull up his previous battle footage, the Brooklyn docks, the old shipyard raids, and that night at Roxon Labs."

"Establish a baseline for the old data."

[Retrieved]

[Reconstructing the body biomechanics model for target combat]

Analysis complete.

[Sir, the comprehensive assessment based on past footage is as follows]

Jarvis's voice carried a hint of almost human consideration.

[Peak Strength: 20-ton impact output has been observed, but muscle recruitment rate indicates that there is still a significant amount of unreleased capacity.]

The estimated actual upper limit is at least 2-3 times this value.

[Speed ​​Performance: Short-distance sprints reach 60 km/h or even higher, with no inertial lag when changing direction]

[Body stiffness: The density of surface tissue cannot be estimated]

[Endurance and Recovery: Brooklyn Pier Battle lasted 47 minutes / 317 kills, with heart rate never exceeding 95/minute]

[Breathing rate returns to normal 5 minutes after disengagement]

Tony couldn't help but whistle. "Is this even human?"

Someone who runs faster than a car, is strong enough to lift a tank, has unknown bone density, is impervious to attacks, and never gets tired.

More importantly, it's about balance, Sir.

Jarvis brought up the comparison chart.

His various indicators show a perfect positive correlation distribution.

Strength and speed are not mutually exclusive, and explosive power and endurance are of the same origin and coexist. This is not a specialized modification, but a comprehensive evolution.

Tony was truly amazed by Lynn's statistics and fell silent.

Just then, the phone in my pocket suddenly rang.

"Boss... Boss, young Lynn seems... seems like he's going to kill someone!"