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

The night wind carried the damp, cold air from the Hudson River, and all around was deathly silent except for the sound of the river lapping against the banks.

Lynn, who got out of the car, was unaware that Tony had prepared a big gift for him, nor was he aware of Rod's change in attitude.

It was even more unclear that Fury not only did not oppose his arrangements, but also wanted to add fuel to the fire, making it burn even more fiercely.

If he knew what Fury was thinking, he could only say it was a great pity that the process was all correct but the result was all wrong.

Did they really think he was a Homelander in black robes?

Lynn glanced at the mission progress.

[Spotlight Collection: 59%]

Add to that the fact that speeding recklessly through the night in New York City can attract so much attention, and the percentage jumped from 31% to 59%!

Almost there!

His gaze then swept across the silent, pitch-black platform, where he stood right in the center.

"Dario, I've arrived. I sped all the way here to attend the banquet you specially prepared for me..."

"I'm not late, am I?"

The moment the words fell.

A series of "thump thump thump" sounds rang out.

The once pitch-black river mouth was instantly illuminated by dozens of large lights, and Lynn was at the center of all the lights.

Just one glance.

He then saw in the distance an abandoned cargo ship stranded on the shore, with countless enemies standing there, as well as two cages.

Each person was wearing a special combat suit, and the muzzle of their energy gun was already pointed at him.

And the one surrounded by everyone in the center was Dario.

This was Lynn's first time meeting this half-Bull Demon Dario, and his first impression of him was that he was incredibly burly.

His face carried an imposing and dignified air.

Just by standing there, the powerful aura emanating from him was enough to tell that he was no easy opponent to defeat.

Lynn could sense that Dario was far stronger than Kingpin and Joseph, and not even in the same league.

However, he is not the same person he used to be.

Among them, they also discovered that the mechanical tail that he had forcibly torn off Roland was now on another person.

And each of them was standing on a cage.

Although they are far apart.

But Lynn's sharp eyesight allowed him to immediately recognize Frank as the man who had been beaten beyond recognition and was lying on the ground barely alive.

As for the area next to it...

These must be the old comrades Frank mentioned before he left, but it seems that few of them are still alive.

He chuckled softly, showing no sign of anxiety.

"Dario? You must have seen me many times, but this is the first time I've met you. You're pretty much as I expected..."

"Is that Roland 2 next to you? I remember I tore that annoying tail to shreds, how come it's back again?"

"Brother, that tail has an ominous aura. Whoever uses it will be unlucky. Take my advice, you'd better tear it off yourself."

That's all.

Dario, however, continued to laugh wildly, his laughter menacing.

He came to the edge of the boat and looked down at Lynn from his elevated position.

But as he laughed, his voice gradually changed.

He knew Lynn would obediently fall into the trap, but her self-righteous attitude was truly infuriating.

Moreover, he couldn't detect a single clue on Lynn's face.

There was no anger, no worry, and he didn't even glance at Frank at his feet.

This feeling of being ignored was more painful for Dario than any provocation.

"Lynn! I advise you to drop that arrogant, all-powerful act! Look closely, Frank is right at my feet!"

As he spoke, he stomped his foot on the cage.

The loud buzzing sound instantly woke Frank from his drowsy state. He struggled to lift his head, his gaze passing through the bloodstains and landing on the familiar figure in the center of the light.

Frank's expression immediately changed, and he wanted to say "Run!" but his throat was already filled with blood and foam.

Everything I wanted to say turned into rapid coughing.

Seeing this, Dario made no attempt to hide it.

He slowly crouched down, reached into the cage, and forcefully grabbed Frank's blood-soaked head, aiming it at Lynn in the audience.

"Take a closer look. Is this the person you're loyal to?"

"Why...why won't you cooperate with me...are the terms I offered not good enough...?"

"He came here without mentioning your name once, and didn't even ask for anything in return or to let you go."

"Maybe if he says something, I'll let you go?"

However, before Frank could even spit out a mouthful of blood...

A laugh that was even louder than before rang out at the river mouth.

Lynn laughed heartily without any attempt to hide it, until he bent over laughing and tears streamed down his face.

Yet no one dared to disturb him.

Dario's expression grew increasingly grim.

Until Lynn calmed down.

He then spoke with a half-smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"You...you didn't mean to bring up those two jokes just now...to put me down, did you...haha..."

"If this is all you, Dario... I can only say... child's play... you might as well shine my shoes... hahaha..."

"As for Frank... let me make this clear: I came here... not because I wanted to save Frank... but because you invited me."

At this point, Lynn's mocking smile vanished, replaced by an undisguised murderous intent.

"Of course, I'll still help if it's something I can do."

"If he dies, then it's just bad luck."

"And what I need to do... is to kill everyone who has ever laid a hand on him... without leaving a single one alive, understand?"

"I am not threatened with the lives of my colleagues or subordinates. To hesitate or be timid because of this would be a sign of incompetence."

"Because... I can avenge them all by myself."

The words fell.

An eerie silence fell over the entire Hudson River estuary.

Lynn's violent remarks were naturally presented in their entirety to the people of New York.

In an instant, a single stone stirred up a thousand waves.

As a nation that champions individual heroism, these words undoubtedly resonated with most people.

Sacrifice is acceptable, and it can bring tremendous results; the redneck people are willing to pay such a price.

But countless others frowned, looking at the man bathed in light on the screen, a chill rising in their hearts.

In an instant, the people who stopped in front of the various screens all shouted Lynn's name.

Meanwhile, in the Quinjet fighter jets above the clouds.

Fury stared at the images coming from all over the world on the screen, his brows furrowed tightly, his fingers tapping the control panel repeatedly.

He had originally thought that fame would be the bridle that kept Lynn in check.

Only now do I realize that this rein might only make this beast run faster and wilder.

present.

Lynn's verbal offensive was not over yet.

"The truth is... I know you very well too."

"Dario Agger was attacked by pirates when he was nine years old, and then found a bull statue in the cave where he was hiding."

"You begin to pray devoutly."

"Finally, he made a pact with an unknown dark deity, selling his soul in exchange for the ability to transform into a minotaur."

"Dario...you're just a bull demon."

"I forgot to tell you, I don't like eating beef."

[Current progress in collecting spotlights: 77%]