Lynn slipped his left hand into his pocket.
He activated the backdoor channel left behind by the armor rental system.
He forcibly patched his voice directly into every hero's communications network.
Whether it was Tony on Mars or the Justice League in chaos on Earth.
At the same time, they all heard the voice of the vampire doctor they both hated and feared.
"Everybody, shut up."
Lynn's voice drowned out all the static and noise in the channel.
"A bunch of workers carrying my equipment, crying and whining during work hours. What kind of sight is that?"
The moment Tony heard that voice, his eyes beneath his helmet lit up.
"Lynn! Where the hell did you die off to?! Come look at the huge mess you caused!"
Lynn ignored Tony's complaints completely.
He raised his head and looked at the increasingly brilliant focal point of cosmic energy.
"Put away those useless toys of yours."
Lynn tapped his microphone.
"Interns who can't even get on the operating table should stand to the side and watch quietly."
Billions of people around the world had been waiting for the end with the mindset that they were doomed.
But then.
Every internet-connected screen, every television channel, even those battered giant displays in Times Square.
Were forcibly taken over by an unknown signal source in the same second.
At the center of the image.
There was only that man in a white coat who ran a shady clinic.
He stood on the wrecked streets of Hell's Kitchen.
He wore no armor capable of spitting fire and flying through the sky.
Nor did he summon any bizarre spacecraft.
He simply stood in the middle of the road.
[Oh my god, it's him—the demon doctor who collects debts!]
[What is he planning? He doesn't even have a