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

The wind in the back alley carried the sour smell of garbage, swirling around Lynn's clothes. Compared to the familiar Frank, he could clearly feel the eyes of many S.H.I.E.L.D. agents fixed on him.

Not to mention Coulson and others who were observing all of this from headquarters.

"Looks like everyone's really looking forward to their performance..." Lynn murmured, putting on his special salted egg superhero mask and grinning.

The map in his mind was shimmering faintly, and the dense gray dots around the casino were like decorations to him.

Natasha and Frank had already found their way to the entrance of the ventilation duct by taking advantage of the shadows.

Natasha glanced back at Lynn, a hint of amusement in her eyes: "Don't overdo it. S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't want to see too much of a commotion."

Lynn grinned, raised his hand to tug at the hood covering his face, and said in a relaxed tone, "Don't worry, I only kill those who deserve to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his whole body leaped out like a cheetah, heading straight for the main entrance of the casino.

The strong wind he created knocked over the trash cans along the way, making a loud crash that instantly alerted the two sentries hiding in the back alley.

"Who goes there?!"

Two burly men in black suits shouted angrily, their hands already reaching for the holsters on their waists.

Their movements were swift, but to Lynn they were as slow as snails.

He raised his right hand and casually waved it.

boom!

The sound didn't sound like a fist hitting a person; it sounded more like a car crashing into a sandbag.

The bodyguard, weighing over 200 pounds, was sent flying and crashed into a nearby concrete wall with a dull thud.

The other bodyguard froze for half a second, just reaching for the long gun at his waist, but Lynn's left leg had already risen, delivering an extremely concise front kick, his toe precisely striking the opponent's chest.

Click.

The crisp sound of breaking ribs was exceptionally clear on the street. The second bodyguard immediately collapsed to his knees, lifeless.

He didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground, and continued walking straight towards the main entrance of the casino without stopping.

The alloy door to the main entrance was tightly shut, and four bodyguards stood behind it, the dark muzzles of their shotguns pointed directly at the outside.

Lynn walked to the door, raised her hand and knocked on it, her tone languid: "Open the door, time for business."

The bodyguard behind the door froze for a moment, then reacted and roared, "You're asking for it!"

The shotgun muzzle was suddenly aimed at the door, and the bullets whistled out, leaving several hideous bullet holes in the door.

Amidst the flying sawdust, Lynn's figure had already circled to the side like a ghost. He kicked the door hinge, and the immense force caused the alloy door to groan under the strain and collapse with a crash.

Before the four bodyguards could reload, a hooded figure appeared before them.

Lynn's wrist flicked, and the cold light of the Gale Blade flashed like lightning, accompanied by screams of agony.

In just three seconds, the four bodyguards fell into pools of blood.

The casino's interior was lavish and chaotic, with playing cards and bottles scattered on the scarlet carpet, and several billiard tables leaning precariously against the wall.

At this moment, the remaining dealers, scantily clad dancers, and guards heard the commotion and grabbed table and chair legs and golf clubs, looking at the uninvited guests at the door in horror.

A sharp, piercing alarm blared.

A dozen armed guards rushed out from all directions, pointing their guns at Lynn at the door.

"Fire!" someone roared.

Bullets rained down like a storm.

Lynn took a step forward, neither dodging nor seeking cover, but instead facing the hail of bullets, slowly drawing the Gale Blade from his waist and swinging it horizontally from its sheath.

Wind Wall!

A semi-transparent, curved air wall unfolded in front of him.

The bullets hit the wind wall, slowing down as if hitting cotton, and fell to the ground with a clattering sound.

The guards stared wide-eyed.

What the hell is this ability?

Lynn had already slipped into the crowd, like a wolf among sheep, and the entire casino was now surrounded by him.

Without any concealment, relying entirely on that inexplicable, terrifying strength and incredible speed, he weaved back and forth through the crowd.

Despite the crossfire from the guards on both sides, they couldn't even touch the hem of Lynn's clothes.

boom!

Boom!

Only the muffled groans of fists being swung could be heard.

The entire casino seemed to have become Lynn's personal stage.

"He's not going to walk... he's not running away, is he? He's not even human!"

"Are you crazy? Nobody's allowed to run! If you do, the boss might tear you apart! Keep firing!"

"One punch! He punched right through the wall!"

Various cries of agony rose and fell.

Natasha then rushed through the door, completely disregarding the initial plan, wanting only to see it for herself.

As she looked at the guards lying haphazardly on the ground, she then looked at Lynn, who was standing in the center of the hall, his breathing perfectly steady.

His body trembled slightly.

This assessment definitely needs to be upgraded to a higher level!

This guy's strength is beyond what ordinary people can imagine, and he also has special abilities. Moreover, it seems that he has no side effects at all, which is the most terrifying thing.

at the same time.

Lynn's performance was naturally noticed by Coulson and Fury. Compared to Coulson's shock, Fury's lips curled up slightly.

"That's quite a surprise."

"After the mission is over, have Natasha get to know him closely. It would be best to find out his background and how he acquired this power. His true nature is definitely not that simple..."

"As for the surveillance... be discreet. Find someone to monitor me alone, and make sure he doesn't find out!"

……

casino.

Natasha suppressed her shock and walked towards Lynn.

"You've really given me a huge surprise. I never expected your strength to be so terrifying. Speaking of which..."

"Are you still considered human now?"

However, Lynn stood there without turning her head.

[Reputation +1]

[Reputation +1]

【prestige……】

Cool!

As expected, it's the visceral, hard-hitting scenes that create the most tension. In just a short while, my [Reputation] has already increased by more than ten points!

We must press our advantage!

Lynn simply ignored Natasha's question.

Trying to pull another trick?

His gaze swept around the room, and his voice came from inside the hood.

"Four sniper positions. Frank, take out two. The one on the left by the window is yours."

Hearing the calmly given command, Natasha was slightly taken aback, but she still stared straight into Lynn's eyes as if waiting for an answer, while her right hand slowly rose towards the railing behind the two of them.

It's sizzling!

A high-voltage current was emitted.

The shot hit a guard on the left side of the second floor who had just set up his sniper rifle. Almost simultaneously, two muffled sniper shots rang out from afar.

"Cleanup complete."

Frank's brief voice came through the headphones.

But Lynn had already headed towards the stairs deep inside the hall.

Natasha followed at a leisurely pace, watching Lynn's retreating figure. She grew increasingly curious about this Asian man; this was the first time someone had explicitly expressed a lack of interest in her!