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

Lynn himself didn't know how many times he swung his arms, but the dripping sweat washed away all the bloodstains on his body.

He knew that the Extremis virus on Killian was incomplete, or rather, that Killian was simply incapable of doing so with his current abilities.

A stable and all-encompassing "superpower" is enough to change the entire world order.

Therefore, he hadn't forgotten this "superpower" of self-healing, and wanted to deal with Killian...

Either use explosives with super-strong explosive power to forcefully break through the upper limit of this self-healing ability, and finally launch a fatal blow.

Or...

He used absolute power, slashing down again and again until Killian had no chance to resist.

In a short time.

The Hudson River estuary echoed with heavy, labored breathing.

Interspersed among them were intermittent wails.

Until that body, glowing red, completely collapsed.

At this moment, Killian was like a glowing roly-poly toy, except that he no longer had the possibility of standing up.

He just stared blankly at the figure standing in front of him.

It occasionally let out a whimper.

Seeing this, Lynn finally felt that she had completed her "job".

He took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

However, this scene suddenly reminded the viewers of a strange and absurd idea.

"Why does it look like a scene of hard farm work?"

but.

When everyone realized what was happening, they could clearly see that there was only one person still standing on the platform at the mouth of the Hudson River.

A roar of cheers erupted that echoed throughout New York.

They kept chanting "Lynn, Lynn, Lynn..."

but……

Some people were happy that Lynn had successfully defeated his enemies and were completely immersed in the faith of the "New York God".

Some people might become enraged by this "out-of-control new god" and even prepare more drastic measures.

A secret outpost far from the river mouth.

Sitwell and Rumlow, who had arranged for their men to evacuate, watched this scene unfold with stunned expressions.

In S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files, Lynn is not the only "superhuman" recorded; there are countless other examples.

But none of them could match the impact of that figure in the picture, that astonishing expressiveness...

Sitwell was prepared for the operation to fail, especially after Lynn's fall, even with Hydra present...

He didn't even believe that today was Lynn's death day.

But at least you can get out unscathed, right?

The result was that both of them failed, one after the other, and they didn't even have the ability to escape, which was something he never expected.

"How should we deal with Lynn next?"

Rumlow snapped out of his reverie and couldn't help but murmur to himself.

"Do nothing, continue to hide in the shadows."

"Nobody's paying attention to Hydra right now, but many people are. There will always be someone who becomes his enemy, and we..."

At this point, Sitwell paused for a moment.

He was quite certain that even if he used the 'Cosmic Cube Energy Weapon', it wouldn't necessarily cause Lynn any trouble.

In particular, Lynn today has once again refreshed the understanding of everyone who knows him and demonstrated his own strength.

So how many unknown abilities does he possess?

"We continue to do our work in secret."

"Since Dalio and Killian haven't exposed us, and Lynn's performance has exceeded expectations, unless we use other trump cards..."

"Let's wait and see how things develop; the price is too high."

But some people feel that the price is too high.

And there's Fury in the Quinjet above the clouds.

In the end, Lynn survived, and he could accept that.

But he couldn't quite accept that only Lynn survived.

In any case, all of this is fully displayed in New York, not to mention tomorrow, or even some time from now.

The split screen in front of you now shows the scene on the streets of New York, where various riots and demonstrations have completely broken out.

The streets and squares were bustling with pedestrians, but the area around the Fisker Building was the most crowded!

Fury found it incredibly frustrating.

"OMG Fuck!"

Not to mention Tony and Rod standing to the side.

Tony was incredibly curious about Lynn.

But he was more worried about being ambushed by Lynn.

The atmosphere during our previous meeting was rather strange.

Moreover, since Lynn was the one who ultimately resolved the trouble he caused, how should he respond?

As for Rhodes, his original intention has never changed.

He consistently upheld the superior's stance, viewing Lynn's "uncontrollability" as a threat that needed to be controlled and regulated.

The more "miraculous" Lynn seemed, the stronger his hostility became.

Everything must be done within a 'controllable' scope.

"The battle is over, should we go down?"

Patton spoke as he adjusted his bow and arrow.

Fury paused slightly, then slowly shook his head.

"Don't go down yet, wait a bit longer."

"Since he started the performance, intervening prematurely before it's completely over will only provoke resentment."

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s relationship with him isn't too bad, and we can't let him continue to be hostile towards us."

On the field.

Killian collapsed in the ruins.

The flames on his body were already as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, teetering on the verge of being extinguished at any moment.

But his body is still trying to heal.

Unfortunately, cracks that could never be healed had appeared between those axe marks, leaving it completely broken.

Lynn stood in front of him.

Looking at this once arrogant and mad scientist.

It must be said that he admired Killian's research capabilities.

Although it was co-developed with Hansen... it's hard to imagine how much value the complete serum would bring.

It's worth noting that in other universes, Tony Stark was able to develop a symbiote armor using the Extremis virus, splitting his evil personality.

However, he doesn't really need it now.

"Have you considered this scenario?"

"Why not just go and cause trouble for Tony?"

Killian continued to be defiant in a voice so weak it was almost inaudible; he couldn't accept his defeat.

They couldn't accept failing under Tony's watchful eye.

"You...you can't kill me..."

"I have the Extremis virus... I am immortal..."

Lynn chuckled softly and slowly squatted down.

The sound was very soft.

"I know."

"But can your current body still heal itself?"

Killian's eyes were vacant.

There was no response; he simply met Lynn's gaze silently.

He could feel the psychological pressure Lynn was putting on him; just one question from her was enough to completely shatter his confidence.

Immediately, Lynn stood up and picked up the axe.

"Give my regards to Dario, though I don't know if his bull is waiting for you in hell."

Then.

The mouth of the Hudson River was completely silent.

Lynn stood in the center of the devastated platform, its original gray-white color now covered by a layer of scarlet.

Beneath his feet lay Dario's massive corpse, and not far away lay Killian's lifeless remains.

The searchlight cast a long shadow of him, making him look like a warrior returning from hell, against the backdrop of scattered limbs and broken bodies.

Lynn did not leave immediately.

Instead, they looked up at the helicopters that were gradually approaching and hovering in the night sky.

Now is the final step.

He immediately looked at the cameras pointed at him, and at the Quinjet hovering below the clouds.

Lynn coughed lightly a few times.

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly traveled throughout the entire estuary and was also transmitted to every screen in New York via live broadcast.

"Tonight, I've taken care of those two wicked bastards hiding in New York: Kingpin, Joseph, Roland, and Shin..."

"Now we have Dario and Killian too."

"I slaughtered every criminal gang stationed in New York. The number of people who died at my hands definitely exceeds a thousand!"

"That's just how I, Lynn, do things!"

Lynn paused slightly at this point.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

However, in some people's eyes, this smile is a silent mockery, a naked provocation and a declaration of war.

"I know there are many eyes watching me, and some even want to get back at me. I... welcome any 'surprises' you send me."

"It means being prepared to die."

"Also, those who want to control the people who shelter me, or who want me to 'share' or even 'obey' them, had better think it over."

"You know best what kind of person I am."

"at last……"

Lynn slightly adjusted his non-existent suit and struck a dashing pose for the camera.

"You're welcome to come find me at the Fisker Building anytime."

"But remember to make an appointment in advance, after all..."

Lynn glanced at the corpses scattered all around him and grinned.

"I'm quite busy."

Hua Luo.

He turned and walked toward Frank, who was lying on the ground panting heavily.

Long before the buff from [Hero's Appearance] expired, he was already at his limit.

Especially after Lynn dismissed him, he completely collapsed.

However, Frank clearly sensed that Lynn was considering his needs, and a complex emotion surfaced in his eyes.

It was admiration, gratitude, and a hint of... a near-blind following that he himself was unaware of.

Lynn patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's go home."

The two slowly left under the watchful eyes of the cameras.

night sky.

From behind some screen, the first cheer came.

Then comes the second tone, and then the third tone.

Eventually, the entire city of New York was filled with the same name.

"Lynn! Lynn! Lynn!"

……

Quinjet.

Fury stared at the receding figure on the screen, his eyes swirling with complex emotions.

He made a wrong decision.

Fury closed his eyes, mentally reviewing everything that had happened that night.

From Lynn's request to broadcast live, to his tacit approval of Tony setting up the stage, and then to that crushing double victory.

Every step was pushing that man onto a pedestal.

And now, Lynn stands on that altar and says to the camera, "You're welcome to come to Fisker Building to see me anytime."

That wasn't an invitation, that was a declaration of war.

He declared war on everyone who dared to mess with him.

He had naively thought that public support would be the tether to Lynn, but now he realized how wrong he was.

The fanatical crowd didn't care how many people Lynn killed; they only regarded him as a lone hero who eradicated darkness.

One without weaknesses, unrestrained by rules, and wildly popular with the entire nation is more troublesome than ten Killian combined.

He rubbed his temples, already anticipating the barrage of questions from the old men in the Security Council.

And then there's the increasingly out-of-control situation that's unfolding.

At the same time, in a secret military command post somewhere.

General Ross stared at Lynn's ambiguous smile on the screen, crushing the cigar in his hand.

"You know best what kind of person I am."

These words were like a thorn, piercing precisely into his heart.

He was well aware of Lynn's arrogance and provocative audacity in refusing to cooperate with the military.

He now understood that every word Lynn said was aimed at him.

"General..."

The adjutant beside him spoke cautiously.

"No need to say anything more."

Ross raised his hand to interrupt.

His eyes burned with a long-suppressed rage.

"I've said it before, this kind of person must be controlled."

"Now you see? He declared in front of all of New York that he is above all rules!"

"After tonight, how many people will see him as a savior? How many will kneel at his feet, begging him to 'uphold justice'?"

"And he will become increasingly arrogant and reckless!"

"Until one day, he pointed his gun at the military, and even at the very foundations of this country!"

On one hand, Ross made no attempt to hide his disgust for Lynn and wanted to "possess" him.

On the other hand, he genuinely believed it would threaten the foundation.

The adjutant couldn't help but swallow.

"Then we..."

Ross let out a loud shout.

"Reactivate the 'Superpowered Individual Control Plan.' I'll teach this arrogant brat what rules really mean!"

……

The following morning, blinding sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the top-floor apartment in the Tribeca district.

Last night's battle was arguably the most troublesome one in a long time.

With Wang driving her there, Lynn fell asleep as soon as she got back to her apartment and slept for a full twelve hours.

When he finished washing up and came downstairs, he immediately saw Frank sitting on the sofa in the living room.

His body was wrapped in thick medical bandages, with blood still seeping through, clearly indicating that his old injury from last night had not fully healed.

But he still sat upright, with Graves' shotgun on his lap and two pistols at his waist.

He remained at the highest level of alert.

Upon seeing Lynn come downstairs, he immediately stood up, his voice still a little hoarse.

"I'll go to the Fisker Building with you."

Lynn raised an eyebrow.

"With your injury, shouldn't you stay home and rest?"

Frank simply shook his head.

"I'll stay with you."

He heard that speech clearly last night.

And the end of last night's battle is not the end of the battle.

But it's the beginning of something else entirely.

Lynn was thrust into the spotlight, and more and more eyes, both white and black, were staring at him.

Moreover, consider what they have done along the way.

Only when more people are watching.

Not only do we have to guard against the remnants of those old forces, but the number of enemies will only increase, and there might even be some crazy people who want to make a name for themselves.

He had to stay by Lynn's side at all times.

Whether it was the ability Lynn gave him, or the trap he fell into last night after saving him, it led to the series of events that followed.

Frank had already decided on Lynn.

Seeing his extremely serious expression, Lynn shook her head helplessly and did not refuse his insistence any longer.

"Okay, then I won't ride the motorcycle today, I'll drive the car."

……

As the two drove to the Fisker Building, replays of last night's live broadcast were visible everywhere on the streets.

The giant screen in Times Square was still showing footage of him killing Dario and Killian.

There were even street vendors selling posters with his image on them.

Someone raised their arms and shouted Lynn's name in front of the screen.

Some people also denounced him on camera as a murderous monster who disregarded the law, and public opinion became completely polarized.

When the two pushed open the door to the top-floor office of the Fisk Building, they were surprised to find Wang already sitting on the sofa.

She was still holding half a piece of unfinished cream cake in her hand, and there were two cups of freshly brewed black tea on the coffee table in front of her.

They had obviously been waiting for quite some time.

Upon seeing Lynn enter, Wang put down the cake, stood up, and without any further pleasantries, went straight to the point.

"Lynn, do you have time to visit Kamar-Taj?"