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

however.

Just as the two were about to go upstairs.

Suddenly, a burly man in a bomb suit rushed out from the corner of the second-floor staircase, carrying a heavy machine gun.

"Damn bastard! Give me a taste of this!"

Heavy machine gun bullets poured out.

Lynn quickly dodged to the side.

"Who are you? Do you know whose territory this is?"

Another bodyguard, who was leading the group, shouted in a show of bravado but was actually quite timid, while the golf club in his hand trembled like a leaf.

Lynn did not answer, but her gaze fell on the stairwell.

A tall man slowly walked down the stairs. His skin was dark gray, his face was covered with hideous scars, and his eyes were fierce, like a wild beast that had been provoked and was ready to explode at any moment.

It is a tombstone.

"You dare to act wildly on my turf? You're asking for trouble." The tombstone's voice was like sandpaper scraping.

He looked at the corpse on the ground, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "Kid, you've successfully angered me!"

Lynn looked up and met his gaze.

"Alright! I'll let you calm down and cool down naturally in a bit!"

"You're really funny!"

The tombstone seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

"You? My body is impervious to blades and bullets. You think you can hurt me?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly rushed towards Lin En at an astonishing speed, and the force he generated overturned the billiard table next to him.

Lynn's eyes narrowed, and he took two steps back to avoid the gravestone's heavy punch.

The fist slammed into the ground, instantly cracking the cement floor in a spiderweb pattern, sending fragments of stone flying everywhere.

"That's interesting."

Lynn licked his lips, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

He turned to the side, letting his fist graz the edge of the hood, while his right hand reached out and grabbed the tombstone's wrist.

Tombstone groaned as his arm was forcibly twisted, but his other hand was already clenched into a fist and slammed into Lynn's ribs.

Lynn released his grip, took a half step back, and dodged the attack.

He discovered that the tombstone possessed immense power and extremely high defense, but its speed and technique... were very crude.

Without hesitation, he took out the [Wind Blade] again, and according to the information Coulson had given him, he had already coated the blade with flammable, high-temperature fuel.

The tombstone, enraged by its missed attack, spread its arms and charged again like a raging bull.

This time, Lynn didn't dodge; he took a deep breath.

He gripped the knife handle tightly with his left hand, pulled out a lighter with his right, and lit it with a "click".

Flames instantly enveloped the blade; he was practically about to shout "Breath of Fire"...

"Try this!"

Lynn charged toward the tombstone, his flaming blade, burning hot, slashing fiercely at its chest.

The moment the burning blade touched his skin, a piercing pain instantly swept over his entire body.

"what!"

The tombstone let out a mournful scream.

He stared in disbelief at his chest, where the dark gray skin sizzled and softened under the intense heat, the blade easily piercing his flesh.

"No... Impossible! How do you know..." Tombstone's voice was filled with fear and resentment.

He didn't understand how Lynn knew his weaknesses.

It was their first encounter, and they had no prior interaction. So, what was that fatal weakness meant to be revealed to Lynn?

The tombstone struggled frantically.

Fists rained down on Lynn's back and shoulders.

Each punch was enough to break an ordinary person's bones, but Lynn only swayed slightly, his hands moving without stopping.

Five seconds.

ten seconds.

As the tombstone's struggles weakened, its screams turned into hoarse gasps.

at last.

Lynn twisted his wrist, whirled the blade, and pulled it out sharply.

Blood gushed out, splattering all over him.

"Oh, your boss told me," Lynn said casually.

His gaze swept over the trembling dealers and bodyguards in the casino, "Anyone else want to try?"

No one dared to answer; everyone was terrified by what they saw.

This hooded man looks like a killer god straight out of hell.

In just a short time, the entire casino was littered with bullet casings and corpses lying haphazardly.

Just then, the ventilation duct on the second floor was suddenly opened, and Frank jumped down.

Natasha followed Lynn to the second floor.

Looking at the wailing gravestone on the ground, and then at him who was covered in blood but remained calm, I was utterly shocked!

How much time has passed?

Frank, expressionless, stepped forward and fired another shot at Tombstone. The bullet struck Tombstone in the head, ending his suffering.

Lynn sheathed his Gale Blade, and the flames gradually died down. He walked to the corpse in the tombstone and knelt down.

[Ding! Host has defeated the target tombstone!]

[Current task progress: 1/3]

[Bone and Tooth Necklace: Increases the effect of Hunting Rhythm by 20%.]

[Gain an extra 500 reputation points!]

Current reputation points: 511.

The system notification sounded in his mind, and Lynn's lips curled up slightly.

Just then, a commotion arose in a corner of the casino. A man in a suit was stealthily making his way to the door, a cell phone in his hand, seemingly about to make a call.

Lynn's eyes turned cold. He raised his hand and waved it, sending the Gale Blade flying towards the man.

puff!

The long knife precisely pinned the man's hand to the door frame.

A piercing scream suddenly erupted.

"I've said it before, I'll only kill those who deserve to die."

Lynn's voice was icy cold, "But anyone who dares to tip him off will suffer a much worse fate than him."

The casino was completely silent; everyone kept their heads down and dared not even breathe loudly.

Natasha walked over to Lynn, glanced at the man pinned to the door, and chuckled softly.

"You're really ruthless. Don't you think you went too far with violence? These people are just ordinary people. I wonder what Fury's expression would be if he saw this."

All he needs to know is that the tombstone is dead.

Lynn sheathed his dagger and looked down into the office deep inside the casino. "I remember there was some money there."

Frank had already headed towards the office and soon came out carrying a heavy black case.

When the box was opened, it was filled with neatly stacked US dollars, at least two or three million.

Lynn's eyes lit up; this was the start-up capital he had been dreaming of.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. won't want this money, will they?"

Lynn chuckled and looked at Natasha.

Natasha shrugged and spread her hands: "S.H.I.E.L.D. has no interest in dirty money. But you'd better launder it as soon as possible."

Lynn grinned, took the box, and weighed it in his hand. Its heavy weight pleased him.

"Don't worry, I have plenty of ways."

Sunlight streamed through the broken doors and windows, illuminating the casino floor and the mess and bloodstains.

Lynn carried the money box, his face, covered by a hood, revealing no expression, except for a sharp glint in his eyes.

He knew this was just the beginning.

Bullseye, Mr. Negative, and Kingpin—one target after another awaits him.

Now, all he wants is to take the money, leave this godforsaken place, and find himself a more comfortable place to live!