Sparks of jealousy, undercurrents in the Shura Field stirred again

The warmth of Natasha's cheek still lingered on the back of Lynn's left hand. Mud, cold sweat, and thick blood clung stickily to his black leather glove.

Around him, three distinctly different destructive energies were frantically tearing at the air.

To the left, the water beneath Wanda's feet was boiling violently. Before large wisps of white steam could even rise, they were pulverized by Scarlet magical particles. The temperature in the air skyrocketed, and raindrops instantly vaporized within half a meter of her body, carrying a pungent smell of burning flesh.

To the right, the raindrops around Susan were eerily suspended in mid-air. The high-pressure Invisible Force Field compressed the air pressure to its limit, and the pebbles on the ground turned into dust under the invisible pressure. A painful buzzing sound came from her eardrums, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

Above her head, Gwen Stacy hung upside down on a twisted steel frame. The Silk Dagger on her wrist crackled with electricity, the high voltage ionizing the air, and a strong smell of Ozone mixed with a nauseating stench of blood assaulted her nostrils.

"Get out of here!"

Wanda's shrill voice ripped through the roar of the rainy night. The Scarlet light in her eyes was so intense it seemed to bleed, and the venomous fire of jealousy completely consumed her reason.

On what grounds?

How could this mortal agent, who couldn't even protect her own territory, be so intimate with her master's hand? How could she receive the favor of her master personally wiping away her blood? She would tear the entire universe apart for her master, while this good-for-nothing only knows how to wag his tail and beg for mercy!

Wanda pushed forward with both hands.

The raging Chaos Magic transformed into a thick, Scarlet tentacle, like a venomous snake drawn by the scent of blood, hurtling forward along the muddy ground. The tip of the tentacle was aimed directly at Natasha's wrist, which was gripping Lynn's hand. She intended to forcibly tear this shameless woman off Lynn and crush her flesh and blood into a pile of mush!

"Wanda, don't get your master's clothes dirty."

Susan sneered, her blue eyes filled with malice and contempt. She clasped her hands together, and an invisible Force Field rapidly contracted in mid-air, transforming into a transparent guillotine that hovered precisely above Natasha's neck.

"A piece of trash who can't even handle a few Mutants Beast dares to lie at your master's feet?" Susan's tone was arrogant and condescending, her words dripping with sarcasm. "Mortals are just mortals. What value do they have besides using such a lowly posture to gain sympathy? Master, let me get rid of her so she won't get in your way."

Before the words were even finished, the invisible guillotine, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, slashed down fiercely!

Scarlet tentacles and an invisible guillotine, carrying deadly, ferocious power, simultaneously approached Natasha.

Lynn did not get up, nor did she loosen her grip on Natasha's left hand.

He watched coldly as the two forces, each capable of destroying a block, approached, his heart utterly unmoved. These women were like vicious dogs fiercely protective of their food, ready to tear each other apart at the slightest provocation. To tame them, mere appeasement was far from sufficient; the most lethal suppression had to be delivered when they were at their most frenzied.

Lynn tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes slowly sweeping over Wanda and Susan's faces.

Did I tell you to touch her?

The sound was not loud, even extremely flat, yet it carried an extreme chill that seemed to freeze one's bones.

The instant those two words were uttered, a terrifying sense of oppression, a fusion of Chaos Magic and Spatial Force Field, exploded outwards from Lynn's center.

This force did not destroy the bricks and stones of the ruins, nor did it create any shockwaves; instead, it directly crushed Wanda and Susan's mental Defense Line.

Click.

The invisible guillotine that Susan had been holding half an inch above Natasha's neck shattered instantly into countless invisible fragments.

Susan groaned, her face instantly turning deathly pale. The oppressive feeling was like an invisible mountain crashing down on her back, making her legs buckle and nearly causing her to collapse into the mud. The arrogance and ruthlessness in her eyes shattered instantly, replaced by extreme fear. She was horrified to discover that her much-vaunted Force Field was as fragile as a sheet of paper in front of Lynn.

On the other side, Wanda's Scarlet tentacles stopped abruptly less than a centimeter from Natasha's wrist.

Immediately afterwards, like snow meeting a raging fire, the Scarlet magical particles rapidly dissipated and melted away. The red light in Wanda's eyes flickered violently a few times, but was forced to retreat by Lynn's icy gaze, returning to its original brown color.

"Master... Master..."

Wanda bit her lower lip, her eyes instantly turning red. She trembled with grievance, her fingers twisting together so tightly that her nails almost dug into the flesh of her palms. She forcefully suppressed the violent killing intent within her, and the backlash of magic caused a trickle of blood to spill from the corner of her mouth.

She dared not.

Facing Lynn's cold, emotionless eyes, even with the power to tear apart Helicarrier with her bare hands, she couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance. She was terrified of Lynn looking at her with that look of disgust; the fear far surpassed that of death.

Lynn withdrew his gaze and looked back at Natasha was half-conscious at his feet.

"My things, when did it become your place to interfere?" Lynn's tone was extremely cold, each word like a nail striking the two women's hearts. "Without my order, anyone who dares to touch her, I wouldn't mind letting you taste what it's like to lie in the mud."

Absolute dominance.

Two terrifying women, each possessing the power of Skyfather-level, obediently sheathed all their fangs at Lynn's mere glance. They lowered their heads like little girls who had done something wrong, letting the torrential rain wash over their bodies, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The powder keg of Shura Field was extinguished by Lynn with a single hand using the most forceful and domineering method.

Just when the atmosphere was at its most oppressive, a very slight grinding sound came from the steel frame overhead.

A white figure floated down silently like a ghost, stopping steadily three steps away from Lynn.

Gwen Stacy sheathed the electrified dagger at her wrist. Her White Suit remained spotless in the rain. Unlike Wanda and Susan, she did not lose her temper due to jealousy; instead, she maintained absolute obedience and composure.

She knew perfectly well that mindless jealousy was the most foolish thing to do in front of this man. Proving herself through actions was the sharpest and most useful weapon, the only way to possess him completely.

Gwen Stacy knelt on the ground, extending her right hand, which was wearing a white glove.

In the palm of his hand lay a tiny electronic Chip stained with dark red blood and murky gastric fluid.

"Master," Gwen Stacy's voice was soft, yet tinged with a morbid sense of self-satisfaction, "When I intercepted that long-tongued Mutants in the sewers, I discovered he was trying to send a signal. I cut open his stomach and scooped this out of his stomach."

She described the extremely brutal killings in a nonchalant manner, as if it were merely to offer Lynn a trivial toy.

Lynn's gaze fell on the Chip.

Even though it was partially corroded by stomach acid, the metal eagle logo with outstretched wings on the Chip's surface was still clearly visible. It was the exclusive emblem of a Top Secret military project.

Below the eagle logo, there is also a string of extremely small English numbers engraved:

Weapon X.

Lynn narrowed his eyes, a cruel mockery flashing in his dark pupils.

Nick Fury's "Blind Spot Program" was just a smokescreen. The real person hiding behind the scenes, unleashing these Mutants mad dogs, was an old acquaintance in the Pentagon's Underground Black Prison.

Stryker.

Lynn's lips curled into a cold smile.

The mouse has finally shown its tail.

Lynn picked up the Chip stained with stomach acid from Gwen Stacy's palm.

"Weapon X." He murmured the words, his deep pupils reflecting the lightning of the rainy night.

Stryker.

This rat hiding in the Pentagon's Underground Black Prison is quite bold.

Lynn casually tossed the Chip to Gwen, who was hanging upside down in mid -Gwen Stacy. Gwen Stacy tumbled once in the air and caught it steadily, her white uniform leaving a trail of afterimages in the rain before silently disappearing into the darkness behind Lynn.

"Take her back." Lynn withdrew his gaze, his eyes sweeping over Natasha in the mud.

Although her internal organs and blood vessels had just been forcibly reconnected using Space Stitching Technique, this violent reconstruction had placed an enormous burden on her body. Natasha's vital signs were now like a candle flickering in a storm; any violent jolt could cause the newly stitched wounds to reopen.

Upon hearing her master's command, Wanda's eyes flashed red. She couldn't wait to show off, and Scarlet Chaos Particles overflowed from her fingertips, preparing to use magic to lift Natasha up directly.

"Wait a moment, Master."

A voice, extremely soft and even slightly ingratiating, abruptly interrupted Wanda's actions.

Susan trudged through the mud to Lynn's side. Her head was slightly lowered, her golden curls plastered to her cheeks by the rain, and her usually haughty and intellectual blue eyes now resembled those of a pet dog eager to present its treasure to its owner, filled with a morbid fervor and humility.

"Wanda's magic is too violent. This agent's internal organs have just been reconstructed, and the radiation from the Chaos Particles will damage her fragile cell walls." Susan spoke very quickly, afraid that Lynn would refuse, while also subtly putting Wanda down.

Wanda's face instantly darkened, and the red light at her fingertips suddenly surged. "Are you courting death?"

Susan didn't even look at Wanda; her eyes were glued to Lynn's face, and her hands were rapidly twirling in front of her chest.

"Buzz--"

The extremely high-frequency vibrations tore through the roar of the rainy night.

Centered on Natasha's body, the torrential rain within a two-meter radius instantly stopped. It wasn't blocked, but rather forcibly broken down into the most basic hydrogen and oxygen atoms by some absolute force!

Immediately afterwards, the mud, gravel, and even the bloody and Ozone smells in the air were all forcefully pushed away by an invisible Force Field.

A transparent levitation bed, two meters long and one meter wide, composed entirely of a high-density Invisible Force Field, rapidly takes shape at a height of half a meter above the ground.

This bed not only has a surface as smooth as a mirror, but even more terrifyingly, Susan has compressed the precision of her Force Field control down to the molecular level. An absolute vacuum isolation zone is formed at the edge of the Force Field, which cannot be penetrated by any bacteria or dust from the outside. Inside the Force Field, Susan has even extracted pure oxygen from the air to maintain a micro-pressure that is most suitable for the recovery of the injured.

An operating table with an absolutely sterile and absolutely stable Force Field amidst ruins and torrential rain.

After doing all this, Susan looked at Lynn with a self-satisfied expression. She was slightly out of breath, her chest heaving, revealing her stunning figure. She even boldly extended two fingers and gently tugged at the hem of Lynn's trench coat.

"Master... is this alright?" Susan's voice was so soft it was almost dripping with water, her eyes filled with an intense, unwavering adoration. "My Force Field can isolate all physical vibrations. Even if she flies back to Manhattan from here, she won't bleed a drop. I'm much more useful than that crazy woman who only knows how to cause destruction... right?"

The Invisible Woman, once a core member of the Fantastic Four and hailed as one of the smartest women on Earth.

At this moment, however, she was like a jealous maid, who, in order to get a compliment from Lynn, did not hesitate to use her top-level superpowers on this humble "stretcher-carrying" job.

Looking at Susan's fawning and groveling appearance, Lynn felt his violent desire for control was greatly satisfied.

He enjoys watching these high-ranking, Skyfather-level combatants, driven to frenzied competition by his slightest favoritism.

"Well done." Lynn said calmly, and with his gloved index finger, he gently stroked Susan's wet cheek.

It was such a perfunctory gesture.

Susan trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her breathing became rapid as if she were suffocating, and the fervor in her eyes almost burned. If it weren't for Lynn's authority, she would have knelt down and kissed the leather glove immediately.

"Did you hear that? Master praised me." Susan turned her head, glanced provocatively at Wanda's ashen face, and a victorious smirk curled at the corner of her lips.

"You shameless bitch..." Wanda gritted her teeth, her Chaos Magic almost bursting out of control, but when Lynn's cold gaze swept over her, she could only pout and swallow her anger.

Lynn ignored the subtle rivalry between the two women. He walked to the Force Field operating table and looked down at Natasha lying on it.

"Lead the way back to Baxter Building," Lynn coldly ordered.

Susan immediately became like the most loyal guardian, manipulating the Force Field with both hands to keep the operating table steadily following behind Lynn.

The torrential rain continued.

Natasha lay on the cold but absolutely stable Force Field, the excruciating pain in her abdomen slightly relieved by the pure oxygen environment. She breathed heavily, her unfocused pupils gradually regaining some focus.

As S.H.I.E.L.D..'s top ace agent and the Red Room's perfect killing machine, Natasha's intelligence intuition was almost an instinct etched into her bones.

Even though she was extremely weak at this moment, she still managed to catch a glimpse of Susan walking ahead of the Force Field out of the corner of her eye.

Susan's gaze never left Lynn's back.

Natasha narrowed her eyes slightly.

She saw Susan's lips moving silently, as if she were repeatedly chewing on Lynn's words, "Well done." She saw Susan's fingers unconsciously clenching, her nails almost drawing blood, because of Lynn's back view.

It was a terrifying obsession, a state of extreme repression, extreme hunger, and the potential to erupt completely at any moment.

Natasha had seen countless madmen in the Red Room, but the madness in Susan's eyes still sent chills down her spine.

That Scarlet Witch is a madwoman who destroys everything, and this woman who can manipulate Force Field is also an absolute Yandere.

And what's even more terrifying is...

Natasha struggled to turn her eyes to look at the man in the black trench coat walking at the front.

Who exactly is he?

Why could he make these women, who possessed Deity power, kneel willingly at his feet like the lowest slaves, tearing each other apart for the smallest bit of his charity?

Natasha's heart pounded violently, not from fear, but from a deeper, more fervent fanaticism that Lynn had forcibly implanted in her soul.

She needs to become more useful.

Otherwise, she would not even have the right to lie at this man's feet, and these monsters would take that away from her.

The Force Field operating table glided silently through the rainy night, speeding towards Manhattan.

Meanwhile, deep underground in the Pentagon, in a dark cell.

William Stryker slumped heavily into the swivel chair in front of the monitor screen, his body drenched in cold sweat.

The last image frozen on the screen is the moment when the Sabretooth's Adamantium claws are crushed by the man's bare hands.

"Monsters... they're all fucking monsters!" Stryker's hands trembled as he grabbed the red encrypted phone on the table, his voice distorted with extreme fear. "Connect to Washington, D.C.! Immediately! I need to activate the ' Sentry ' Prototype! Now! Right now!"