Lynn's Suppression: My Rules Are the Only Rules

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The faint sound of the bottom of the cup touching the armrest of the Throne was deliberately enveloped in a trace of pure energy by Lynn, like a cold Steel Needles that precisely pierced through the deafening sonic boom and the rumble of a collapsing building.

"Warning! The building is about to disintegrate! Countdown two..." The synthesized electronic voice above was still screaming.

Lynn stood up. His leather shoes made a dull thud on the dark red wooden floor.

The next second, he raised his right hand and suddenly clenched his five fingers.

Boom!

A mixed pressure, far purer than Wanda's and more domineering than Susan's, erupted from Lynn's body without reservation. Dark, Chaos Particles mixed with a deep blue Spatial Force Field swept across the entire top floor like a high-dimensional tsunami, centered on him.

Wanda's prized Scarlet Storm, upon contact with Lynn's Chaos Particles, was like encountering a true monarch, instantly disintegrating and being forcibly stripped of its control, transforming into countless harmless red spots.

Susan's Force Field guillotine, compressed to its limit, was abruptly blocked in mid-air by Lynn's Spatial Force Field, which was of the same origin but of a higher order. Accompanied by a piercing cracking sound, the invisible guillotine, powerful enough to slice through an aircraft carrier, shattered inch by inch, turning into chaotic turbulence.

Gwen Stacy, who was hanging upside down in the corner of the ceiling, was thrown over by the violent shockwave. Her proud spider-like suction was useless against this absolute force, and she crashed heavily into the newly formed red brick wall, sliding down the wall to the ground.

The originally tilted Baxter Building was firmly supported by the Force Field that Lynn forcibly spread out. The broken steel bars and torn load-bearing walls were actually stopped from collapsing under the pull of the Space Stitching Technique.

In a mere second, three destructive forces at the Skyfather-level were crushed to dust by Lynn's single hand.

Wanda and Susan were simultaneously struck by the energy backlash, groaning as they staggered back a few steps. They looked up in shock, staring incredulously at Lynn standing at the center of the storm. They simply couldn't comprehend how Lynn could possess the power of both of them simultaneously, and in a way that was purer and more domineering than theirs!

Lynn, one hand in his trench coat pocket, looked down at the three disheveled women. The smell of Ozone and burning in the air was replaced by a chilling murderous intent, and the temperature in the room plummeted to freezing.

He understood the psychology of these Yandere women all too well. They possessed the power to destroy the world, yet they pinned all their obsessions on him alone. Give them a little sunshine, and they would try to dominate the entire sky; give them a touch of tenderness, and they would take advantage of it to try and eliminate all those who disagreed with them.

If we don't expose all their tricks and crush their pride, these crazy women will eventually tear the earth apart.

"Continue." Lynn's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority. "Why did you stop? Tear this building down, sink Manhattan to the bottom of the sea. Let me see how much more you can do."

The Scarlet in Wanda's eyes faded quickly, replaced by panic. She fell from mid-air, staggering to regain her balance, ignoring the blood at the corner of her mouth, and desperately tried to grab Lynn's clothes.

"Darling, I just wanted to give you one..."

"Smack!"

Lynn ruthlessly slapped her hand away. The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the empty top floor.

Wanda's head was knocked to the side, and a red mark appeared on her fair cheek. She covered her face in disbelief, her eyes instantly reddening. She shrank back like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to look at Lynn's cold eyes any longer.

"Did I tell you to touch me?" Lynn asked in a chilling tone.

Susan clutched her chest, blood still dripping from her nose. She tilted her head back, trying to maintain the pride of the building's former owner. "Lynn, she struck first! I gave you everything, this building is mine..."

Lynn took a step up to her, his leather shoes almost touching her knees.

He suddenly leaned down, grabbed Susan's pale neck, and lifted her off the ground with one hand.

The intense feeling of suffocation made Susan turn red. She instinctively tried to pry Lynn's fingers open, only to find that he was as strong as a hydraulic clamp.

"Your building?" Lynn stared at her blue eyes, which were gradually becoming unfocused due to lack of oxygen, a cruel smile curving his lips. "Susan, get your facts straight. You offered this place up because you have no value left besides this junk. My acceptance of it is a favor."

Lynn clenched his fingers, watching as the pride in Susan's eyes crumbled little by little, turning into deep fear and pleading.

"Nothing here belongs to you. Not even your life."

After saying that, Lynn casually tossed Susan to the ground at Wanda's feet like trash. Susan coughed violently, greedily inhaling the air, tears and snot mixed with blood smearing on the floor, completely losing any semblance of her former lady-in-waiting demeanor.

Gwen Stacy huddled in the corner, her hand gripping the dagger still trembling. She watched Lynn's Thunder actions, a flicker of fear crossing her usually obsessive eyes.

Lynn walked up to her, looking down at the mad dog that was ready to bite at any moment.

"You like to stab people in the back from the shadows?" Lynn raised his foot and precisely stepped on Gwen Stacy's right hand, which was holding a knife.

"Ugh!" Gwen Stacy let out a muffled groan, cold sweat instantly soaking through her White Suit.

Lynn's feet ground slowly, listening to the dangerous grinding sound of his knuckles, and he coldly said, "I keep you around because your knife is sharp enough. But if you can't even tell who your master is or when to bite, I don't mind crippling your claws completely."

Gwen Stacy bit her lower lip hard, not daring to utter a word of rebuttal. She could only lower her head humbly, letting Lynn's shoe sole leave muddy marks on the back of her hand.

Lynn withdrew his foot and turned to walk towards the dark red high-backed Throne.

He sat down again, his gaze sweeping over the three top-tier combatants kneeling on the ground. The heroines who had been so arrogant and domineering just moments before didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"Listen carefully." Lynn's voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying an undeniable authority. "In this building, there is no mistress. No vying for favor, no territories."

He paused, his gaze sharp as a knife. "Only those who obey. My rules are the only rules."

A deathly silence.

Wanda knelt on the ground, her body trembling slightly, and tears finally welled up in her eyes and fell onto the wooden floor. She was terrified; extreme panic gripped her heart, fearing that Lynn would drive her away at any moment.

Susan lowered her head, her blonde hair plastered messily to her blood-stained cheeks, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, her mind filled with only one thought: she couldn't be abandoned.

Gwen Stacy huddled in the corner, like a completely tamed Beast, suppressing even her breathing to a minimum.

In the midst of this extremely oppressive atmosphere, a glass door in the corner of the hall suddenly made a soft sound.

That was the makeshift medical room that Susan had hastily set up.

The medical pod door was pushed open from the inside by a pale hand. The IV line was roughly pulled out, and bright red blood dripped down the back of the hand onto the floor.

Natasha.

Her penetrating abdominal wound had just been Space Stitching, and even the surface tissue hadn't fully healed. But she forcibly shut off the anesthesia pump that Susan had set up, enduring the excruciating pain of her flesh being pulled apart, and slowly shuffled out.

She could see everything that had just happened outside clearly through the glass.

She watched Wanda's magic crumble, watched Susan's pride be trampled underfoot, and watched Lynn sit on the Throne like Deity.

There was no fear in Natasha's eyes. On the contrary, the morbid loyalty implanted by the system, after witnessing Lynn's absolute power, burned into fanaticism. Her keen intelligence intuition told her that this was the perfect opportunity for her to seize a position by Lynn's side.

She dragged her weakened body, and under the murderous gazes of Wanda and Susan, she struggled to the foot of Lynn's Throne steps.

Then, without any hesitation.

This once proudest ace agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.. suddenly collapsed to his knees, kneeling heavily before Lynn's shoes.

She tilted her head back, a sickly smile tugging at her pale face, her voice weak yet filled with extreme fervor and humility. "Master... do you need me to change your medicine?"

The temperature in the air dropped to freezing point again.

Lynn sat on the Throne, his nostrils filled with the strong smell of blood.

The Space Stitching Technique merely forcibly pieces the torn organs and muscles together; it does not truly heal. With each breath she takes, the skin and flesh at the suture site are violently stretched.

But she just knelt down in front of her own shoes.

Crimson drops of blood dripped down the back of her pale hand, splashing onto the dark red wooden floor and creating tiny blood flowers.

"Master... do you need me to change your wound dressing?"

Natasha tilted her head back. There was no trace of pain on her cold, beautiful face, only a chilling fervor. She even arched her back slightly, like a hunting dog begging for its master's touch, exposing her most vulnerable neck completely to Lynn's gaze.

Lynn narrowed his eyes slightly.

He knew all too well what it meant forcibly removing the anesthesia pump. Susan had set up the medical pod for deep anesthesia, to sever pain receptors. Natasha had forcefully pried open the locking mechanism with her fingernails and tore off the catheter connecting to her vein.

It's like enduring excruciating pain from your internal organs being repeatedly kneaded while you're fully conscious.

"Why did you remove the anesthesia?" Lynn's voice was cold as she looked down at her.

Natasha's breathing was shallow, and cold sweat had soaked her red hair, which clung to her cheeks. She forced a sickly smile.

"The anesthesia will put me to sleep." She gasped, her voice trembling slightly from the excruciating pain, yet her tone held an absolute obsession. "If you summon me now... I won't hear you. I can't allow myself... to be an unresponsive corpse when you need me."

ruthless.

This woman is too ruthless to herself.

Lynn sneered inwardly. A top agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.., a top assassin in the Red Room, once implanted with that unforgettable memory by the system, that deep-rooted loyalty would be twisted into the most extreme form of self-torture.

She didn't care about pain or death; all she cared about was whether she could secure a place in Lynn's sight.

Lynn slowly leaned down and extended his right hand.

The cold fingertips pinched Natasha's chin, forcing her to lift her head.

He wiped away the trace of blood that had seeped from the corner of her mouth with his thumb. It was sticky and warm.

"It hurts a lot, doesn't it?" Lynn stared into her eyes.

"As long as I can see you..." Natasha rubbed her cheek against Lynn's palm, as if absorbing some deadly poison, "It doesn't hurt at all."

Lynn smiled.

This was the first smile he showed today in this devastated top-floor lobby.

He released her, then smeared the blood from his fingertips onto Natasha's pale lips, as if applying a layer of glaring lipstick.

"Very good." Lynn's voice carried an undisguised hint of admiration. "I don't need jealous fools; I just need a knife that can be drawn at any time. You're smarter than them, Natasha."

These words were like a resounding slap across the faces of the three women kneeling beside them.

Wanda abruptly raised her head, her eyes flashing with a frenzied red light. She stared intently at Lynn's hand stroking Natasha's cheek, biting her lower lip until it bled.

A mere mortal!

A lowly agent who doesn't even know magic!

What makes her worthy of Lynn's smile? What makes her worthy of his touch?

Susan knelt on the ground, her blonde hair obscuring most of her face, but her hands, gripping her skirt, trembled violently. Her prized technology, the building she had sacrificed—were they all less valuable than this woman's self-destructive loyalty in Lynn's eyes?

Gwen Stacy huddled in the corner, her right hand, which Lynn had stepped on, still twitching. She was like an enraged mother leopard, her gaze fixed on Natasha's throat. If it weren't for Lynn's imposing presence, she would have pounced and bitten the woman's neck off long ago.

Lynn took in the reactions of the three women.

This was exactly the effect he wanted.

"Get up." Lynn withdrew his hand and leaned back in the Throne.

Natasha braced herself against the floor, trying to stand up. But the penetrating wound in her abdomen was too severe; as soon as she strained her muscles, the stitches burst open, and blood instantly stained her white hospital gown.

She groaned, her knees buckled, and she fell heavily back down.

Just when she thought she was about to anger Lynn.

A gentle yet domineering azure Force Field emanated from Lynn's fingertips, firmly supporting her body.

Immediately afterwards, a wisp of extremely pure Chaos Particles burrowed into her wound along the Force Field. There was no violent destruction, only ultimate repair. The ruptured blood vessels rapidly reconnected under the impetus of magic, and the torn muscle fibers visibly re-entered.

Natasha's eyes widened as she felt the warm power belonging to Lynn within her, her breathing becoming rapid and greedy.

He personally treated my wounds!

"Your life is mine." Lynn looked at her, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Without my permission, you don't even have the right to bleed."

Natasha steadied herself and bowed her head fervently. "Yes, Master."

Lynn turned her head, her gaze sweeping coldly over the three women on the ground.

"See that?" he pointed at Natasha, his voice like a knife laced with ice. "She can barely stand, but she knows what she's supposed to do. And what about you? Besides using your superpowers to demolish houses, what good are you?"

Wanda's body trembled violently.

"I... I can protect you..." Wanda cried out urgently, her voice trembling with tears, "Anyone who dares to hurt you, I'll tear them to pieces!"

"Protect me?" Lynn sneered. "With your magic that's always on the verge of going out of control? Or with your ridiculous possessiveness?"

He stood up, walked up to Wanda, and looked down at her.

"Wanda, you're too arrogant. Do you think you can control everything just because you have power? Do you think I'll even give you a second glance if you turn this place into your estate?"

Wanda shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face. "No... I'm not..."

"Susan." Lynn ignored Wanda's tears and turned to the Invisible Woman. "You think giving me this building will make you the mistress of this place? You can't even control your own emotions, so what makes you think you can work for me?"

Susan's face turned deathly pale, and she even stopped breathing.

"As for you," Lynn glanced at Gwen Stacy in the corner, "Besides lurking in the shadows like a mad dog and biting people, what value do you offer?"

Extreme humiliation.

Ruthless denigration.

Lynn stripped them bare of everything they were proud of and then trampled it underfoot.

But ironically, they simply couldn't refute it.

Because the power Lynn had just displayed was enough to crush all of them. And because of the morbid obsession deep within them, they simply couldn't bear the fear of being abandoned by Lynn.

The air was so stuffy it was suffocating.

Natasha stood behind Lynn, coldly observing the three once-powerful superhumans. A barely perceptible smile played at the corners of her lips.

She won.

At least for this moment, she used blood and pain to seize the most central position beside Lynn.

But that's not enough.

Natasha's keen intelligence told her that Lynn needed more than just loyalty; he needed tools to clear obstacles for him.

"Master." Natasha stepped forward, bowing slightly. Her voice, though weak, carried absolute professionalism. "Stryker's underground base has been destroyed, but his and Nick Fury's ' Blind Spot Program ' is far more complex than just Mutants attacks. I've left a backdoor in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal network. Give me a terminal, and I can uncover all their remaining cards."

She's offering herself as a pledge of allegiance.

Lynn gave her a satisfied look. This woman was indeed clever; she knew when to demonstrate her value.

"Did you hear that?" Lynn turned around, his gaze sweeping over the three women on the ground again. "This is true value."

Wanda's fingernails dug deep into her palm, and blood dripped onto the wooden floor.

She stared intently at Natasha's retreating figure, her eyes burning with a frenzied rage and rage. She couldn't lose to a mortal without magic! She had to prove herself useful to Lynn, more useful than anyone else!

Susan suddenly raised her head, a resolute glint in her blue eyes.

Terminal? Network?

This is the Baxter Building! This is her territory! In terms of technology and intelligence analysis, ten Natasha couldn't match the resources she controls!

"Lynn!" Susan crawled two steps on her knees, looked up and shouted urgently, "The Supercomputer Center on the ground floor of the building is still there! I can crack all the things Reed left behind! I can help you find all of Fury's Safe House!"

Gwen Stacy, who was in the corner, suddenly stood up.

She didn't speak, but a dangerous, obsessive glint ignited in her bloodshot eyes. Find someone? Kill someone? With just a word from Lynn, she could turn all of New York upside down!

The sparks of involution were ignited by Lynn's tinder, turning into a raging inferno.

Lynn sat back on the Throne, his hands clasped on his knees.

As he watched these Yandere heroines, driven mad by their desire to please him and prove their worth, the cold smile on his lips deepened.

"Very well." Lynn picked up the now-cold coffee, took a sip, and said, "Let's see who comes out on top first."

He paused, then tossed out a piece of bloody flesh.

"Whoever can completely dismantle Nick Fury's intelligence network can stay on this floor tonight."

In short.

The air on the entire top floor was instantly ignited.

Wanda, Susan, Gwen Stacy— the three pairs of eyes simultaneously flashed with a chilling, menacing light.

Behind them, Natasha clutched her abdominal wound, her eyes flashing with a ruthless glint.

A brutal hunt for Lynn's favorite has officially Veil.

Just then, the miniature Intelligence Terminal on Natasha's wrist suddenly emitted a sharp beep.

She glanced down and her expression instantly changed.

"Master," Natasha looked up, her voice tense, "A encrypted communication has just breached the Baxter Building's firewall. It's... Nick Fury."

Lynn raised an eyebrow.

Old coins were delivered to my door on their own initiative?

"Bring them in." Lynn put down his coffee cup, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Holographic Projection lit up in mid-air, revealing Nick Fury's one-eyed, black face. This time, however, his background was no longer the S.H.I.E.L.D.. office, but a pitch-black underground bunker.

"Lynn." Fury's one eye was fixed on the screen, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping, "You think you've already won?"

Lynn looked at him, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

"Otherwise what? You expect your bunch of Mutants trash to turn the tide?"

Fury gave a cold laugh.

"The Blind Spot Program was never about killing you." Fury raised his hand, holding a dusty paper file with a glaring "X" mark on the cover. "It's about... finding the person who can truly deal with you."

Fury opened the file and pushed it in front of the camera.

Lynn's pupils suddenly contracted.

On the System Panel, red alerts indicating an unknown energy intrusion instantly flooded the screen.