I Will Subvert Konoha! Escorted to the Laboratory

"What?!"

The lead Anbu ninja's expression shifted abruptly, as if he had been caught completely off guard.

He waved his hands, desperately trying to weave signs to activate the Body Flicker Technique.

However, Lynn Uchiha's speed was simply too fast.

His muscular arm, hard as steel, tore through the air with a violent whistle as it slammed toward the lead Anbu ninja's head.

Crack!

The lead Anbu ninja's head exploded like a watermelon, sending flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

A thick, pungent scent of blood permeated the air.

Seeing this, the surrounding Anbu ninjas, who had been full of confidence moments ago, were struck with sudden terror.

How... how could this be?

The intelligence report stated that Lynn Uchiha was only at the level of an average chunin.

How could he have instantly killed an Anbu ninja who was a jonin?

Looking at the Anbu ninjas whose faces had turned pale, the smile on Lynn's lips widened.

"A chunin capable of wiping out the Uchiha Clan... you mongrels can't even craft a decent lie!"

He hadn't used any other ninjutsu; he had taken down that Anbu ninja relying solely on his own physical prowess and the Body Flicker Technique.

It appeared now that, under the influence of the 10,000-volt Electric Current Drive, not only had his speed of gathering chakra increased several times over, but his physical strength had also gained a massive, incomprehensible boost.

Furthermore, Lynn considered another point.

He now possessed super-recovery and a terrifying physique.

What would happen if he learned the Eight Inner Gates?

"Attack together!"

Seeing Lynn kill their leader in an instant, the remaining Anbu ninjas could no longer hold back and simultaneously unleashed a barrage of hidden weapons.

The target was merely a chunin, and they were all elite operatives under Danzo.

There was no way Lynn Uchiha could escape their grasp!

Swish, swish, swish!

Several streaks of dark, cold light shot toward Lynn.

Lynn suddenly raised his hands, throwing out a countless number of shuriken and kunai of his own.

Bolstered by his immense strength, every shuriken and kunai carried unimaginable kinetic energy.

The air was torn apart repeatedly, creating violent sonic booms that sounded like the screeching of eagles.

Like nails being driven in, all the incoming kunai were deflected.

The remaining Anbu ninjas were just about to rush forward to unleash their ninjutsu when they noticed a magnificent pattern appearing in the shadows ahead.

It looked like a flower, yet also like a curse upon the world.

A sense of foreboding gripped their hearts.

Immediately after, terrifying black flames began to crawl up their feet.

"Ah! What is this?!"

"It's the Sharingan of the Uchiha Clan!"

"Damn Uchiha, kill him now!"

"..."

Before the Anbu ninjas could even make a move, the black flames of Amaterasu gradually consumed their bodies.

In the end, all the Anbu ninjas were reduced to piles of ash, drifting away in the wind.

Lynn scavenged all the ninja tools dropped on the ground and even recovered quite a few Military Ration Pills.

"I owe this to my selves from the other two worlds. Not only do I possess a superior physique, but my lightning-attribute chakra has combined with the Electric Current Drive to stimulate my cells, refining even more chakra. If I can cultivate the Electric Current Drive to an even higher level, I will possess power that surpasses the entire ninja world."

Looking at the clothing left behind by those ninjas, Lynn recalled what those fellows had just said.

He sneered, "Heh... a bunch of mongrels, actually trying to pin the blame for the Uchiha Clan's destruction on me?"

Lynn grabbed the unconscious Second Pillar and turned to look behind him.

Under the cover of night, Konoha Village was faintly visible amidst the trees, shrouded in darkness and obscured from clear view.

"If that's the case, what reason do I have not to overthrow this Konoha Village filled with mongrels?!"

As his voice faded, Lynn's figure blurred into an afterimage, rushing off in the direction opposite to Konoha Village.

Marvel Universe.

Surrounded by fully armed prison guards, Lynn walked out of his cell.

He moved slowly along the dark, deep corridor toward the front.

Just before exiting the prison block, he raised his head to look at the ceiling.

He saw a white security camera mounted there.

It stood like a giant eye, staring fixedly at the cells below.

It was this very camera that had caught Lynn testing his abilities earlier.

However, this was exactly what Lynn had intended.

His goal was to get into the laboratory and slaughter every one of those damned bastards.

Watching Lynn being escorted, Brando wore a look of malicious satisfaction.

These damned mutants deserved to be used for research; it would be best if they all died out!

The other guards also looked at Lynn with intense malice.

They seemed to harbor a deep hatred for mutants.

Not only that, but their malicious gazes also held a trace of pity, as if they were looking at a cold corpse.

Feeling those hateful stares, Lynn suppressed the violent urge rising within him.

Soon...

Once they reached the laboratory, it would be the time for these bastards to die.

"Get in!"

Brando shoved Lynn through the security door ahead.

Seeing the man's state, he sneered, feeling even more contempt for these damned mutant freaks.

Soon, they passed through the remaining doors and arrived inside the laboratory.

The moment he entered the lab, Lynn saw many beds arranged throughout the room.

Above each bed hung a large shadowless lamp.

On each bed lay a gaunt, emaciated person, appearing as if they were merely asleep.

However, their abdominal cavities had been cruelly sliced open, exposing their internal organs in a scene of bloody horror.

Many researchers in white coats looked on with indifferent expressions, continuously harvesting organs from these mutants and placing them into containers.

All that remained were empty, hollow shells.

On the bed closest to Lynn lay a young white man.

Lynn recognized him; the man had lived in the cell next to his.

Only a dozen hours ago, he had advised Lynn not to try and escape, yet now he had become nothing more than a corpse.

Noticing Lynn's expression, Brando, standing nearby, suddenly sneered:

"Don't worry, you'll be reunited down below soon enough."

"Hahahahaha!!"

He burst into loud laughter, his face filled with sadistic glee.

Even the other guards were infected by Brando's laughter; they wore malicious grins as they all turned to look at Lynn.

At this moment, footsteps approached from the front.

Grant, a middle-aged researcher in a white coat, looked Lynn up and down.

He was the head of this facility, and it was he who had ordered the capture of all the mutants used for his research.

Grant's expression was indifferent; he glanced at Lynn before looking down to scan the documents in his hand.

He raised his head and asked Brando, who stood beside him:

"Is this Number 52?"

"Yes, Mr. Grant, this is the guy." Brando offered a sycophantic smile.

Grant closed the file, his face as calm as still water.

"Very well, take him to be anesthetized."

"Hey, no need for anesthesia, Mr. Grant."

As Brando spoke, he gripped his baton, a malicious smile on his face as he looked at Lynn.

"This iron rod will do just fine!"

As the words left his mouth, he gripped the iron rod and swung it down hard toward Lynn's head.