Susan sought credit, an Invisible Force Field operating table

Lynn looked at Natasha in the mud. Cold sweat seeped from her pale skin, mingling with the rain as she sank into the muddy ruins.

"Take her back." Lynn flicked the blood off his leather gloves, his tone flat and even.

The red light in Wanda's eyes surged instantly. These were the words she had been waiting for.

This was her master's order, and also her opportunity to assert her dominance. She would never allow anyone to interfere with her master's private property.

Scarlet Chaos Particles surged from her fingertips, shrieking through the torrential rain. Wanda didn't care about Natasha's life or death; she was even secretly manipulating magic, preparing to drag the woman up from the ground in the most brutal way possible. As long as she didn't die, that was enough. She would also use the radiation of Chaos Energy to make this bitch who dared to touch her master suffer a bit more.

Scarlet magical tentacles coiled around Natasha's waist like venomous snakes.

"Bang!"

An invisible Bastion crashed down, abruptly severing the path of the Chaos tentacles. Scarlet Particles collided with the transparent barrier, exploding into violent energy ripples, the intense heat instantly evaporating the surrounding rain into a thick white mist.

"What are you doing?!" Wanda turned her head sharply, her eyes fierce like a mother wolf guarding her prey, staring intently at Susan behind her.

Susan trudged through the mud, her golden curls soaked by the rain and clinging to her pale cheeks. Without even glancing at the enraged Wanda, she walked straight to Lynn and gave a slight bow.

"Master, Wanda's magic is too violent." Susan's voice was deliberately soft and seductive, but her tone was full of contempt for Wanda. "This agent's organs have just undergone spatial restructuring, and her cell walls are as fragile as paper. The energy radiation from the Chaos Magic will instantly break through her immune system. She'll die on the way back to the building."

Wanda trembled with rage, the red light at her fingertips flashing intensely. "Shut up! You have no right to question the master's orders!"

"I'm just trying to help my master." Susan sneered, finally giving Wanda a condescending glance. "A barbarian who can't even control her strength will only ruin her master's spoils."

Ignoring Wanda's impending rampage and murderous intent, Susan turned to face Natasha, quickly spreading her arms in front of her chest.

"Buzz--"

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

Centered on Natasha's body, the space within a two-meter radius underwent a bizarre distortion. As the torrential rain fell into the air, it was forcibly pushed aside by an invisible force, forming a hemispherical shield of absolute vacuum.

Susan took a deep breath, her blue eyes gleaming with focused concentration. She raised the precision of her control over the Invisible Force Field to the molecular level.

The mud, rubble, and severed limbs of Mutants on the ground were all brutally crushed and expelled from the protective shield by the force Force Field. Immediately afterwards, Susan began to extract gas molecules from the air. She precisely stripped away the pungent smell of blood and the stench of the sewers from the ruins, retaining only the purest oxygen, and compressed it into the shield.

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.

The edges of the Force Field are as smooth as a mirror, while the interior maintains a micro-pressure environment optimal for the recovery of the wounded.

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

After doing all this, Susan turned around and faced Lynn.

She had lost the aloof intellect and arrogance she once possessed as a core member of the Fantastic Four. Now, she was slightly hunched over, her hands clasped in front of her lower abdomen, her eyes filled with a morbid fanaticism and longing.

She even boldly took half a step forward, closing the distance with Lynn, letting her proud curves be faintly seen beneath her soaked uniform.

"Master, is this alright?" Susan's voice was so soft it was almost dripping with water, trembling with a hint of eagerness. "My Force Field can isolate all physical vibrations and maintain constant air pressure and pure oxygen. Even if she flies all the way back to Manhattan from here, she won't bleed a single drop."

She paused deliberately, glancing defiantly at Wanda, whose face was ashen.

"I'm much more useful than that crazy woman who only knows how to cause destruction... right?"

Extremely humble.

The Invisible Woman, one of the most powerful superhumans on Earth, was now acting like a maid vying for her master's favor, unhesitatingly using her most powerful superpowers to do this menial "stretcher-carrying" work.

Lynn looked down at Susan.

He could clearly see the barely suppressed hunger in Susan's eyes. After betraying Reed, this woman had transferred all her emotional support and extreme desire for control to him. She was even willing to kneel down and kiss his muddy boots if she could get even the slightest bit of his approval.

A very faint smile appeared at the corner of Lynn's mouth.

He enjoyed the feeling of trampling arrogance underfoot. Women in this Shura Field were like hawks; constant suppression would only lead to their backlash. He had to throw a piece of their flesh, bloody flesh, when they were working their hardest.

Lynn slowly raised his right hand.

Susan's breath caught in her throat, her eyes fixed on the hand wearing a black leather glove.

The rough texture of the leather touched her chin. Lynn lifted her face slightly, his dark eyes staring directly into her trembling pupils.

"Well done."

Four words: bland, cold, devoid of any superfluous emotion.

But for Susan, it was the most deadly poison in the world.

She shuddered violently as if electrocuted. A sickly flush instantly rose to her cheeks, and her breathing became extremely heavy. If Lynn's fingers hadn't been still pinching her chin, she probably would have collapsed into the mud.

"Thank you... thank you, Master..." Susan murmured incoherently, even sticking out her tongue to lick the bloodstains on Lynn's gloves.

Lynn coldly withdrew her hand, not giving her a chance to go any further.

You have to be extremely accommodating; a small favor is enough to make her devoted. Give her too much, and she'll take advantage of you.

Wanda, watching this scene unfold, dug her nails deep into the soft flesh of her palms, blood dripping from between her fingers. She was consumed by jealousy. That slut dared to seduce her master right in front of her!

But she dared not move. The lingering effects of Lynn's intimidation were still throbbing in her bones. She could only bite her lower lip hard and glare at Susan's back with a murderous look, carving bloody holes in it.

On the steel frame in the shadows, Gwen Stacy hung upside down, coldly observing the farce. She touched the Silk- shooter on her wrist, plotting that if Susan dared to take another step near Lynn, she would use a high-voltage current to pierce that woman's heart.

Inside the Force Field operating table.

Natasha lay on a stable, transparent suspended bed.

The cold, torrential rain shielded her from the intense oxygen inhaled into her lungs, briefly restoring clarity to her mind. The forcibly stitched-up wound in her abdomen no longer caused excruciating tearing pain; instead, a numb, swollen sensation returned.

As the Red Room's most perfect killing machine and S.H.I.E.L.D..'s former ace, Natasha's intelligence intuition was not dulled by her serious injuries.

She turned her head slightly, her gaze piercing through the transparent Force Field wall and landing on Susan's back.

She saw Susan's almost manic physical reaction when Lynn lifted her chin. She saw the undisguised, twisted possessiveness in Susan's eyes, a desire to completely devour and consume Lynn.

A chill ran through Natasha's heart.

That Witch who can control Scarlet Magic is a madwoman with an extremely destructive desire. If you go along with her, you can at least see her bottom line.

But the blonde woman in front of me was different.

Susan's madness is restrained, sinister, and an extreme obsession—the kind that allows her to smile as she shreds all her competitors into mincemeat in order to monopolize Lynn.

Natasha swallowed a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood.

She suddenly realized how dangerous her current situation was.

Compared to these Yandere monsters with Deity powers, she, a mere mortal agent, was utterly pathetic. If she hadn't almost committed suicide to defend the base today, proving her "loyalty," Lynn wouldn't have given her a second glance.

"I must become more useful..."

Natasha kept repeating that sentence to herself.

In this man's harem, there is no pity, only value. Once she loses her intelligence advantage, once she can no longer provide benefits to Lynn, these jealous and insane women will tear her to shreds in an instant.

She had to risk her life to earn even the right to be a dog.

"Take her back to the building." Lynn's order interrupted Natasha's thoughts.

Susan immediately became like the most loyal guardian, lifting the Force Field operating table smoothly into the air with both hands. She turned her head and gave Wanda a contemptuous look like a victor, then followed closely behind Lynn.

The torrential rain continued to rage over the ruins.

Lynn didn't leave immediately. He turned around, his military boots crushing a piece of waterlogged steel plate, and walked straight to a mud pit a dozen meters away.

In the mud pit, a huge lump of flesh covered in dark yellow hair was convulsing in pain.

Sabretooth.

This Mutants beast, whose Adamantium claws were crushed by Lynn's bare hands, had its limbs completely severed after being subjected to Wanda's Chaos Magic. However, the violent healing factor within its body was still forcibly maintaining its last shred of life.

He writhed desperately in the mud like a severed maggot.

Lynn walked up to the Sabretooth's enormous head and stopped.

The edge of the leather boot pressed against the Sabretooth's mud-covered cheek.

"The game is over, Beast." Lynn looked down at him, his dark eyes flashing with a cold light. "Now, tell me, who let you out?"

The Sabretooth's bloodshot eyes stared intently at Lynn, a low growl escaping its throat. It wanted to bite off the man's legs, but having lost all four limbs, he didn't even have the strength to lift his head.

Lynn gave a cold laugh.

He certainly knew who was behind it all. The "Weapon X" Chip that Gwen Stacy unearthed explained everything.

But what he needs is more than just a name.

He needed the exact coordinates of Stryker Base, the deployment map of the Pentagon's Underground Black Prison, and all the intelligence to completely crush that rat.

Lynn turned her head slightly to look at Wanda, who was standing behind her, seething with anger because of Susan's attempt to take credit.

"Wanda," Lynn's voice was deep and seductive.

Wanda was startled and immediately stepped forward, staring longingly at Lynn.

"Pry open his brain." Lynn pointed at the Sabretooth on the ground, his eyes cruel. "I want every single image in his memory. Don't kill him; I want him to consciously feel the pain of his soul being torn apart."

The icy rain pounded furiously on the steel and concrete ruins, splashing up large sprays of murky water. The air was thick with the acrid smell of blood and burning Ozone.

Lynn's black military boots relentlessly crushed the Sabretooth's mud-covered cheek. The Mutants beast beneath his feet let out a whistling roar, its massive body convulsing desperately in the mud.

"Pry open his brain." Lynn's cold voice pierced through the rain, delivering the final judgment on this Beast.

Wanda's Scarlet light surged instantly. This was the moment she had been waiting for—to share her master's burdens and to demonstrate her irreplaceable value to these women vying for his favor. Chaos Magic rapidly condensed at her pale fingertips, transforming into a tangible Scarlet spike, carrying a violent pressure that could tear apart the soul, aimed directly at the Sabretooth's brow.

Just as the spikes were about to pierce the Beast's head, an absolutely invisible, immense force violently ripped through the rain.

Susan, supporting the Invisible Force Field operating table enveloping Natasha with both hands, quickly walked to Lynn's side. Instead of stopping, she created an even more precise Force Field, like an invisible guillotine, firmly gripping the Sabretooth's neck.

"Snap!"

The Sabretooth's cervical vertebrae emitted a chilling cracking sound as its massive head was forcibly fixed in place by Force Field. Even its eyelids, filled with ferocious glint, were held open by an invisible force, unable to close at all.

"Are you courting death?!" Wanda's Scarlet spikes were forced to stop in mid-air as she turned to glare at Susan. The magical particles around her boiled wildly due to extreme jealousy, and the surrounding rainwater was instantly evaporated into a large cloud of white mist.

Susan completely ignored Wanda's murderous intent. She hunched over slightly, her golden curls, soaked by the rain, clung tightly to her pale cheeks. Her blue eyes, gleaming with a morbid fanaticism, were fixed on Lynn's profile.

"Master, the brains and blood of Beast are too filthy. If they were to splash onto your coat, it would be an unforgivable dereliction of duty on my part." Susan's voice was so soft and seductive it was almost dripping with water, carrying a suffocatingly ingratiating quality.

Her slender fingers flicked lightly in the air.

Absolute control at the molecular level erupted. The mud, fur, and even a thin layer of skull on the Sabretooth's head were instantly peeled away by the Force Field as if peeling an apple.

Before the dark red blood could even splatter, it was drawn into a vacuum droplet by the Force Field and mercilessly pushed half a meter away. The pulsating brain nerves and grayish-white meninges were thus presented cleanly and nakedly before Lynn.

After doing all this, Susan, like a pet waiting for praise, pushed the Force Field operating table containing Natasha closer to Lynn.

"You see, this way Wanda can handle it much faster." Susan breathed heavily, her chest heaving, her alluring curves barely concealed beneath her soaked uniform. "My Force Field not only provides an absolutely sterile environment for your spoils, but also clears away all dirty obstacles for you. I know better than her... how to serve you."

The Invisible Woman, once a high-ranking member of the Fantastic Four and hailed as one of the smartest women on Earth, now resembles a maid who will stop at nothing to win favor, using her top-tier superpowers to peel scalps and carry stretchers, all to earn a satisfied glance from Lynn.

"You think you can please your master by peeling off a layer of scalp?" Wanda gritted her teeth, the Scarlet particles sizzling in the rain. "Without my magic, you'll never get anything out of his head!"

"Is that so?" Susan maintained her humble posture, but her eyes swept over Wanda like a venomous snake. "I'm just helping my master clean up the mess. After all, a barbarian like you who doesn't know how to be considerate will only dirty my master's hands. What my master needs is a clean and useful knife, not a bomb that can go out of control at any moment."

This statement struck Wanda squarely at her sore spot. Her biggest fear was that Lynn would despise her power and that it would harm him.

"I'll kill you!" Wanda roared, her Chaos Magic nearly spiraling out of control.

That's enough.

Lynn's deep voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced all the noise.

The two women fell silent at the same time, lowering their heads in fear, not daring to even breathe.

Lynn lowered her eyes, looking at Susan's groveling and fawning appearance, and her desire for control was greatly satisfied.

This is the Yandere relationships. He doesn't even need to lift a finger; these women, each possessing Skyfather-level combat power, will tear each other apart over his slightest favoritism.

He didn't speak, but slowly raised his right hand, which was wearing a black leather glove, and gently tapped the edge of the operating table twice with his fingertips on the Force Field field that Susan was maintaining.

"Thump, thump."

The crisp tapping sound was exceptionally clear in the rainy night. Lynn's lips curled into a very faint smile, "Very precise control. Keep it up."

That was all the perfunctory verbal praise he could muster.

Susan seemed to have all her strength drained away, then instantly injected with some kind of violent stimulant. Her legs went weak, and she almost knelt in the mud, her cheeks flushing a sickly red.

"Yes... Master! I guarantee she won't lose a single hair!" Susan murmured incoherently, her fingers gripping the air tightly, afraid that the Force Field might fluctuate in the slightest.

On the steel frame in the shadows, Gwen Stacy hung upside down. Her White Suit blended almost seamlessly into the rainy night. She touched the Silk -shooter on her wrist, her eyes beneath the mask as cold as ice.

"Shameless bitch," Gwen Stacy cursed inwardly.

Looking at Susan's obsequious manner, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. But at the same time, a strong sense of crisis gripped her heart. She only possessed physical combat skills; in terms of style and pomp, she was no match for these women who could manipulate energy. If she didn't quickly prove her worth, she would eventually find herself without a place beside Lynn.

Gwen Stacy's fingernails dug into the steel frame, leaving harsh scratches on the metal surface. She had to be sharper and more deadly than them.

Inside the Force Field operating table.

Natasha lay on the stable, transparent suspended bed. The infusion of pure oxygen made the stitched wound in her abdomen less fatal, but her back was completely soaked with cold sweat.

It wasn't just because of the pain, but also because of a deep-seated fear.

As the Red Room's most perfect killing machine, Natasha's intelligence intuition was terrifyingly sharp. She turned her head, her gaze piercing through the transparent Force Field wall, staring intently at Susan's profile.

She saw the near-orgasmic tremor in Susan's body when Lynn praised her; she saw the undisguised, sinister murderous intent in Susan's eyes when she looked at Wanda, a intent to cut her into pieces.

The woman manipulating the Force Field wasn't protecting her at all. Susan built this perfect operating table simply to prove to the man in black that she was a more useful and obedient tool.

Once Lynn's gaze shifts away, Susan will definitely not hesitate to withdraw the Force Field, causing her to fall to her death onto the steel bars of the rubble.

Natasha swallowed a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood.

madman.

They're all crazy.

The Scarlet Witch, with her insatiable destructive urges, is a madwoman; the Invisible Woman, who willingly became a servant to possess Lynn, is also a monster. And the man who could make these Deity monsters kneel at his feet and tear each other apart is the Abyss itself.

Natasha had experienced the most brutal brainwashing and elimination in the Red Room, and witnessed countless agents killing each other to survive. But it was all for survival.

These three women possess terrifying power capable of easily destroying the Red Room, or even the entire country. They should have been the freest and most arrogant Deity in the world.

But now, they are like three hungry dogs fighting over a bone, trampling on their own dignity without any bottom line for the sake of a man's favoritism.

Natasha's heart pounded violently. A fervor implanted in her soul intertwined with a will to survive.

He gave me my life...

Subconscious, the memory of Budapest, forcibly implanted by the system, surged again. The image of Lynn shielding her from a bullet and vanishing into ashes in the flames burned into her soul like a branding iron.

She didn't want to resist; she even began to envy Susan for being so close to Lynn. She had to become more useful; she had to become the sharpest intelligence weapon in Lynn's hands. Otherwise, in this Shura Field of Yandere monsters, she wouldn't even qualify as cannon fodder.

"Move." Lynn coldly stared at the Sabretooth's exposed brain and gave the order again.

Wanda unleashed all the humiliation and anger she had just suffered on the Sabretooth. Chaos Magic transformed into countless invisible red threads, which brutally pierced the Sabretooth's cerebral cortex along the skull that Susan had peeled open.

This is not reading; this is pure plunder and tearing apart.

The Sabretooth's body convulsed violently in the mud, its dark yellow fur standing on end. Its prized self-healing ability, crushed by the Chaos Magic, became the cruelest torture—its brain cells were torn apart, only to heal rapidly again in an instant, and then torn apart once more.

The pain was magnified infinitely.

The piercing scream was immediately compressed into a tiny space by Susan's Force Field, turning into a muffled whimper.

A fragment of memory, emitting a faint glow, was forcibly ripped out of the pile of bloody, mangled brain matter by Wanda.

Natasha's pupils contracted sharply. Through the Force Field barrier, she keenly caught the fleeting images within the fragments.

Not only was there Stryker's Underground Black Prison, but also the shadow of Nick Fury, that one-eyed Nick Fury. A much larger plot to kill Lynn seemed to have just Veil.