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

At nine o'clock in the morning, sunlight streamed over the tall buildings of Hell's Kitchen and into this small office.

"I didn't expect you to be so calm."

Frank maintained his cold expression, his eyes darting around, never ceasing to observe.

In contrast, Lynn slumped lazily in her chair, patting her stomach; she was a little full from breakfast.

I don't know if it was arranged on purpose, but there were even wontons for breakfast! This really satisfied Lynn's cravings after eating bread and butter for more than a month.

"Don't worry. Even if things fall apart and I end up in jail, shouldn't I eat even more?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Coulson walked in with a cup of coffee, but upon hearing Lynn's words, he smiled and shook his head.

"Good morning, Mr. Cassel, Mr. Lynn."

"If what you say is true, then you should eat more. The prison food here isn't very good, and they don't even have wontons, which you like."

Coulson joked as he pulled out two documents.

"This is the report on the Queens apartment incident. S.H.I.E.L.D. has classified it as a 'gang shootout,' and the police won't be coming after you."

Frank picked up the document, quickly flipped through a few pages, and his brow gradually relaxed. The report made no mention of Lynn's wind wall ability, nor did it classify them as "special dangerous elements."

Lynn didn't look at the documents; he knew all too well the power of S.H.I.E.L.D., and this was nothing to him.

His fingertips tapped lightly on the table: "There's no such thing as a free lunch. S.H.I.E.L.D. cleans up our messes, what do they want in return?"

"readily."

Coulson smiled and leaned forward slightly.

"What we want is very simple: remove the tombstone."

"In exchange, we will provide the Starlight Billiards Hall, which is the complete security blueprint for the Tombstone underground casino."

"This includes the escape route from his office, the safe combination, and... the weaknesses of Tombstone's abilities."

"Weakness?" Lynn raised an eyebrow.

"Gravestone is not like those ninjas you've fought. His body has been chemically modified, making him invulnerable to blades and bullets, but his modification has a fatal flaw: he is afraid of high temperatures."

"If the temperature exceeds 300 degrees Celsius, his skin will soften and lose its defensive capabilities," Coulson said in a slightly lower voice.

Lynn's heart skipped a beat; this was indeed crucial information.

After all, although he was clear about the world he was in, he might not know as much specific information as S.H.I.E.L.D.

He glanced at Frank beside him, who nodded slightly, clearly agreeing that the deal was worthwhile.

"The conditions are good."

Lynn picked up her coffee and took a sip.

"But I have two requests."

"First, S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot interfere with my actions. I am free to kill Gravestone however I want."

"Second, after the cooperation ends, you must completely lift the surveillance on me."

"I can grant the first request." Coulson's smile faded slightly. "The second request, I can't make that decision."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the conference room suddenly dimmed, and a holographic projection lit up on the blank wall in front of him.

A man's figure appeared in the projection. He was wearing a black trench coat, an eye patch over his left eye, and his face was expressionless, but his eyes were sharp.

Nick Fury!

Frank's body tensed instantly, and his hand reached for the dagger at his waist again.

Lynn narrowed his eyes as well. He hadn't expected to meet the biggest corrupt official in S.H.I.E.L.D. so soon. He was even more intimidating than he had imagined.

"I heard your conditions. You want to be unsubmitted from surveillance and have autonomy, fine," Fury said curtly.

"But I have three conditions."

"First, from now on, your objectives must be related to the core of Kingpin Group, and you must report your objectives to Coulson before taking any action."

"If I believe a goal will have disastrous consequences, I have the right to warn you. You may ignore it, but you will bear the consequences yourself."

"Second, it must not cause large-scale civilian casualties, and it must not publicly use unconventional capabilities to cause social panic."

"This is a red line. If you cross it, the cooperation will end immediately, and you will become a target for elimination by S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Third, you need to take a test to prove that your abilities are worthy of the privileges you want, and the target is the Tombstone."

"No matter how many people are around him now, take care of him. Bring back evidence that proves he's no longer a threat."

Lynn met Fury's gaze on the screen: "Testing? Sounds more like doing your dirty work."

"Interpret it however you like," Fury said, unmoved.

"You can refuse and then leave."

"But once you step out of this door, S.H.I.E.L.D. will classify you as an uncontrollable high-risk individual. The next time we meet, it won't be like that."

Lynn fell silent.

I have to say, this is very Fury-esque.

As long as you can become his sharpest weapon, or have enough ability, then everything is negotiable.

Partnering with S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't such a bad choice. Aside from the fact that the authorities would clean up the mess, it could be considered a shield, not to mention that he also wanted to exchange system items here.

He then grinned.

"make a deal."

Lynn reached out and gave the holographic projection a light shake.

However, Fury, Coulson, and Frank all had somewhat strange perspectives.

"Natasha will be with you; she will provide any necessary assistance. Remember, don't make me regret this decision."

As soon as the words were spoken, the holographic projection disappeared instantly, and the lights in the conference room returned to their original brightness.

Coulson stood up, a smile returning to his face.

"It would be a pleasure to cooperate. Natasha is already waiting outside; the weapons and equipment are all ready for you."

……

The three of them had just stepped out of the conference room.

Natasha was seen leaning against the wall of the corridor, playing with a silver pistol in her hand. She had changed into a black tight leather outfit that perfectly outlined her sexy figure.

Especially her fiery red hair, which further accentuated her mature and sexy charm.

Lynn only felt it was a pity.

She's clearly a beautiful woman, but she's just too... unrestrained, and has had ambiguous relationships with several men in the past.

"It seems you've reached an agreement."

Natasha put away her pistol and looked Lynn up and down, her gaze sweeping over his wrists, neck, legs and other parts of his body.

"Coulson said you hit people like you're taking apart toys. I'm curious... what kind of training did you receive?"

"I was born with superhuman strength."

"Your hood is ugly. But if you want to cover up your appearance, I have quite a few masks for you to choose from."

Lynn rolled her eyes and ignored her attempts to get closer to her.

This woman has ulterior motives!

"Where's the blueprint?"

Natasha took a USB drive out of her pocket.

"It contains all the casino's security information, as well as the location of the Tombstone office. I've already set up the external surveillance for you; we can enter through the casino's ventilation ducts."

Frank took the USB drive, quickly checked it, and nodded: "No problem."

……

Twenty minutes later, a black sedan pulled up in the back alley of the Starlight Billiards Hall.

It was 10 a.m., and the casino had not yet opened for business, but the sentries in the back alley were already in place.

Natasha winked at Lynn.

"Would you like to go first?"

Lynn touched the necklace on his chest and said with a smile.

"certainly."