An open scheme at the dinner table, Lynn's "fishing"
The blade grazed the white porcelain plate with a very slight scraping sound.
Lynn cut a piece of medium-rare steak, still slightly pink, and slowly put it in his mouth. The unique aroma of rosemary mixed with the spiciness of black pepper spread quickly on his tongue.
The Dining Room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Wanda, Susan, Natasha, and Gwen, hanging upside down in the Gwen Stacy of the vent, all had their eyes fixed on him like radar.
That phrase, "Let's play a game," was like a drop of ice water thrown into a pot of boiling oil.
"Don't stand, sit down." Lynn swallowed the beef and picked up his wine glass.
Susan reacted swiftly, immediately grabbing the decanter from the table and tilting it slightly. The crimson wine slowly trickled down the glass. She deliberately lowered her posture, revealing a breathtaking glimpse of her pale skin at the neckline, her voice cloyingly sweet. "Master, please try some. This is a Romanée-Conti from Reed's cellar, specially opened for you."
"Bang!"
Wanda slammed her hand on the table, instantly cracking the solid wood surface. She snatched the decanter from Susan's hand, crushing the bottle opening to pieces with her Scarlet Chaos Magic.
"Stop your disgusting act!" Wanda stared intently at Susan, her eyes practically glowing with a bloodshot light. "Only I can touch my master's cup. If you dare get this close again, I'll tear your face off!"
"You dare!" Susan abruptly sat bolt upright, an invisible, azure Invisible Force Field exploding around her, leaving a deep dent in the expensive carpet. "I am the mistress of this building! What right do you, a crazy country bumpkin, have to boss me around?!"
"Sir." Natasha didn't even glance at the two arguing men.
She stood like a cold, imposing statue, ramrod straight behind Lynn's chair, offering a crisp white napkin with both hands. Her green eyes were filled with fanatical obedience. "Should I throw them both out?"
A soft hissing sound came from the ceiling.
A pale Silk dangled down. Gwen Stacy was hidden in the darkness, like a venomous spider ready to pounce on its prey. Lynn's Spider-Sense clearly detected that the dagger in her hand was already pointed at Natasha's nape.
With just a glance from Lynn, this place would instantly transform into a bloody slaughterhouse.
Lynn took the napkin Natasha handed her and slowly wiped her mouth.
"Alright."
He casually tossed the napkin onto the table, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable and absolute pressure.
The murderous intent in the Dining Room momentarily froze.
Wanda bit her lower lip, reluctantly withdrawing her magic. Susan quickly dispelled her Force Field and obediently sat back in her chair, but their gazes remained locked in a fierce battle in mid-air.
Lynn picked up his glass and swirled the crimson liquid inside.
"On the military side, that old dog Stryker is desperate."
Lynn's tone was languid, as if he were discussing the night sky, "He deployed three metal-cased warheads called ' Sentry.' They'll probably enter Manhattan airspace in about a minute and a half."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the Crystal candlesticks on the table. The flickering flames reflected the cold mockery in his eyes.
"Their target is the Stark Industries Stock Corporation Building, which I just took over."
The moment those words were spoken, the temperature in the Dining Room plummeted.
The three women, who had been secretly vying for power, froze in their tracks.
"Click."
Wanda's silver knife and fork were twisted into a pretzel shape in her hand. Dark red Chaos Particles spilled uncontrollably from between her fingers, like several Scarlet venomous snakes, swirling wildly in the air.
"They... are going to bomb your building?"
Wanda's voice was so soft it was almost ethereal, yet it carried a chilling, neurotic quality. She slowly turned her head, her Scarlet eyes filled with an extreme destructive urge. "Who gave them the audacity to touch your things?"
"Master, this is utter blasphemy!" Susan's chest heaved violently, and her Invisible Force Field, overwhelmed by her emotions, instantly crushed a glass of water on the table into dust. "Trask Industries ' half-finished products dare to run rampant in your airspace? I'll go and crush them into scrap metal right now!"
"It's not your turn."
Natasha spoke coldly. With a flick of her wrist, two loaded Glock pistols slid into her palm.
"Sir, give me three minutes." Natasha's voice was as cold as ice. "I'll sever the Underlying Logic of those three Sentry and make them turn around and blow up the Pentagon. Any dog that dares to bare its teeth at you will die."
Above them, the high-voltage Bioelectric Charge on Gwen Stacy's body had surged to an extremely dangerous peak. The air was thick with the pungent smell of Ozone.
Lynn looked at the group of women who had instantly become agitated, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.
This is the effect he wanted.
The old fox Nick Fury, lurking in the shadows, trying to use Stryker's Sentinels to test his hand? That's utterly foolish.
He didn't need to lift a finger or expend a single soldier. He simply threw out the bait that "someone is trying to take over his business," and these Yandere would transform into the most terrifying killing machines, tearing Fury's prized ultimate weapon to shreds.
In the extremely dangerous Marvel Universe, power is certainly important, but the ultimate rule for survival is knowing how to control these crazy women with destructive power.
He not only wanted their fighting strength, but also wanted them to keep all their madness and fanaticism firmly bound to themselves through mutual checks and balances.
"Sit down." Lynn's tone turned cold.
The two words, like two icicles, instantly pierced the women's fervent minds.
Susan shuddered and sat up straight, but her clenched fists were still trembling slightly. Wanda also withdrew her overflowing Chaos Magic, but stared intently at Lynn's profile, like a Beast was extremely insecure and protective of its prey.
Lynn leaned back in his chair, loosened his tie, and spoke with just the right amount of boredom.
"They're just three metal shells; it's not worth my personal attention."
He sighed, his deep black eyes slowly sweeping across the faces of the four women.
"I'm tired. Tonight, all I want is to have a good drink and get some sleep. But the flies outside are so noisy."
Lynn lifted her eyelids.
"Who's going to swat these flies for me?"
These words were like opening the gates of Hell.
"Holy crap!"
Wanda practically screamed, her Scarlet magic exploding again in her eyes, "I'll tear them to shreds! Burn them to ashes, along with that fat Stryker! Nobody will take them from me!"
"Your brutal magic will only destroy Manhattan!" Susan retorted without backing down, a dark blue Force Field surging wildly around her, distorting the air itself. "What my master needs is precise annihilation! My Force Field can instantly crush their core engines; that's the cleanest way to deal with them!"
"Cleaning up trash is an agent's job." Natasha slightly raised her gun, her eyes full of provocation. "You amateurs who only know how to destroy things have no idea what it means to nip problems in the bud. I'll follow the internet cable and sever Stryker's head off."
Above them, Gwen Stacy hung upside down, halfway down. The Ghost-Spider's eyepieces gleamed a pale, cold light in the dim light.
"That's my prey." Gwen Stacy's voice, masked, carried a suffocating obsession. "Anyone who dares to touch her, I'll kill them all."
Four women, four terrifying killing intents capable of destroying a city, collided wildly in the cramped Dining Room.
A faint static crackling sound could even be heard in the air.
Lynn sat firmly in the eye of the storm, as steady as a mountain. Instead of stopping it, he picked up his glass and watched with great interest this internal strife that had erupted for his sake.
He knew that if he let things continue unchecked, these four women would definitely fight each other to the death right there.
"Since you all want to go..."
Lynn put down his glass, his knuckles tapping a crisp rhythm on the table.
"Thump, thump, thump."
The knocking sound seemed to possess some kind of magic, causing the four women to stop what they were doing and stare intently at Lynn.
The air was thick with tension, almost as if it were about to explode. To seize the spot in the upcoming battle that would solve his problems, four pairs of eyes flashed with a chilling ferocity, their hostility reaching its peak.
Lynn leaned forward slightly, a dangerously playful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Then let's do it the way we do."