New York is the keel in Hell's Kitchen.

It was a treasure that caught Lynn's eyes.

Treasures throughout the Marvel universe are endless.

However, in terms of the difficulty of obtaining treasures and their preciousness, the first one is definitely the keel.

Think about it.

Treasures like keel can bring life back to life.

The forces to contend for are only the weak supernatural beings like the Hand Hehui and the Defender Alliance.

Also add at most one gold union.

In contrast, the characters involved in Tesseract, Time Gem, etc. are basically characters who can destroy the world.

tsk tsk!

Lynn felt that if he didn't take down the keel, he felt a little sorry for himself to travel to the Marvel world.

not to mention......

The Marvel world has only just begun, according to information provided by Vera.

The Hand Association has not found any trace of the keel, but has been looking for it.

You say, is Lynn worthy of his own hard work day and night if he doesn't get involved?

Definitely, the most important thing is one thing.

Now that the luck value has reached 25,000, Lynn is confident that it will get together as soon as possible from the 100,000 air luck value required by the system to upgrade to level 4.

He didn't believe it, killing a HYDRA would have no effect.

Therefore, the most important problem for him now is the power of the source.

Originally even conjectured that the power of the source may be related to Infinite Gems, but the difficulty of obtaining it is too great at present.

The most accessible Space gems are all under the strict protection of S.H.I.E.L.D, and Vera has no information at all.

So, Lynn set her sights on other treasures in the Marvel universe.

And treasures like the keel that can be brought back to life, naturally have to try it out.

So, even with a flood of beasts ahead, Lynn has to fire a machine gun.

Well, kill if you can. If you can't kill, retreat first, and then ask someone to continue to kill.

......................................

New York, Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen, 35 Morrington Street.

Lynn sat in the car and looked at the slightly deserted street, especially the graffiti, stains, and gangsters tattooed on the street in twos and threes on the shops around the street.

I couldn't help smacking my teeth, feeling quite curious.

To be honest, since he traveled to the Marvel world, he spent most of his time either at the company, at the hotel, or at various parties.

The most difficult environment is Afghanistan, but under the US military base, the living environment is also OK.

But it's the first time I've seen something like Hell's Kitchen that makes me feel a little disgusting.

No wonder it's called Hell's Kitchen.

Most of the output is garbage!

Well, there are some good ones too, like the Defenders.

This time he has the opportunity to observe and observe. To be honest, he is very curious about Jessica Jones.

Tsk tsk, just don't know that she is now controlled by the purple man?

Thinking of this, Lynn commanded Vera.

"Weila, search for traces of Jessica Jones, keywords office, women, Flight, infinite power..."

"Ok sir, searching for information."

"Find a target candidate that meets the requirements."

"The other party is currently in Room 702, 7th Floor, 115 Morrington Street."

"Identification information: Name Jessica Jones........."

what!

Lynn whimpered lightly.

Vera said so, did Jessica say it was nearby.

mind so.

Lynn immediately ordered to the driver in front.

"Tom, let's go to 115 Morrington Street now and park from there. I have something to do."

"Okay sir, please wait a moment, it's up ahead."

After a while, the car stopped.

After Lynn got out of the car, he waved to the security guards behind and motioned for them to wait downstairs.

So I walked upstairs slowly and walked to a room on the left side of the seventh floor.

Looking at the 702 written on it and the logo of Jessica's office, Lynn's mouth twitched slightly before knocking on the door.

dong dong dong!

Not long after, I saw a clear female voice coming from inside the room.

"Come on, please wait."

Then, the door of the house opened slightly.

From the gap in the door, Lin Renen could clearly see that there was a young Caucasian Onee-san wearing a white shirt, full of energy and good looks.

Tsk tsk, this figure, yes!

As soon as his mind turned, he immediately said to Jessica Jones in front of him.

"Hello, I see the logo on it is Jessica's Office. You should be Miss Jessica Jones, right?"

"I have one thing that I would like to entrust to your firm."

With that said, Lynn opened the door directly, walked into Jessica's room, and looked around.

Well, the space of the room is not bad, the cleanliness, alas, can only say that it is ok.

Sure enough, single women aren't much better.

Jessia looked at the handsome guy in a suit in front of her, and felt a little familiar, but she didn't think much about it. She didn't have time to stop her. She watched him walk into her house and ran back immediately.

Quickly pack up the clothes, underwear and the like hanging on the stool.

Then he said a little embarrassedly.

"This gentleman, I don't know how to call him Roar."

"I don't know what we need to do."

In this regard, Lynn did not have any expression, and said unhurriedly.

"You can call me Duncan."

"I need to investigate some information about all the recent high-rise buildings that have been sold or have been sold in the vicinity of Hell's Kitchen."

Well, the keel must be buried under the tall building. According to the memory of the previous life, there should be a building that is about to be sold, and the traces are leaked.

So, if you follow this clue, you should be able to get valuable clues.

Hearing this, Jessica nodded directly.

"Okay, no problem, we will pack up this information here and give it to you."

"Excuse me, is there anything else?"

Hearing this, Lynn said calmly.

"On my side, find another person who claims to be called Ziren......"*

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