The Hunting Contest: Who Would Win the Privilege of Time Alone?
Lynn leaned back in his chair, the halo of the Crystal chandelier casting a glow on his deep-set eyes. The air in the Dining Room was thick and viscous, like a pool of glue about to solidify, and four distinctly different murderous intents swirled wildly around him.
The smell of Ozone on Wanda, the smell of static electricity from Susan's Force Field, the smell of blood seeping from Natasha's bandages, and the uniquely cold aura of Gwen Stacy.
"A points system." Lynn parted his thin lips slightly and uttered three words.
The scraping sound of the knife blade across the white porcelain plate stopped abruptly. Four pairs of eyes, like radars locked onto a target, were fixed on his face.
"Three Sentinels, plus Stryker's Rat Hole hidden underground." Lynn held up a finger, tapping it lightly on the table. "Destroying one Sentry earns ten points. Obtaining the exact coordinates of the base earns twenty points."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the tense faces of the four women.
"Clean up the base along with Stryker. 50 points."
Wanda's eyes flashed red, clearly showing her impatience with this numbers game. She slammed her hand on the table. "What is this? A boring arithmetic problem? I can wipe them all out in one go!"
"Shut up and let the officer finish speaking," Natasha retorted coldly. She toyed with the magazine in her hand, making a crisp metallic clanging sound, her green eyes full of calculation.
Susan didn't speak, but the Force Field ripples around her had become so dense that they were visible to the naked eye, and even the air was being compressed, producing slight popping sounds. She was clearly frantically calculating the fastest route.
Lynn ignored Wanda's impatience. He leaned forward slightly, rested his elbows on the table, and threw out the chip that was enough to drive all the women present into a frenzy.
"The person with the highest total score..." Lynn's voice was low, with a hint of husky seduction, "Can stay in my bedroom tonight. The door won't be locked."
The moment those words were uttered, the atmosphere in the Dining Room completely exploded.
The four women, who had been on the verge of tearing each other apart, simultaneously held their breath for half a second. What followed was a chilling frenzy.
"Are you serious?" Wanda's voice trembled. Dark red Chaos Particles overflowed from her long hair like boiling lava, scorching several black holes in the solid wood tabletop. "Just me? No one is allowed to disturb me?"
"Stop dreaming, that spot is mine." Susan's cheeks flushed an unnatural red. Her deep blue eyes were fixed on Lynn, her breathing becoming heavy. "Master, I will offer you the most perfect victory. Tonight... you can only see me."
A faint clicking sound came from the overhead vent. It was the sound of Gwen Stacy's fingers digging into the metal pipe. The Ghost-Spider's visors gleamed a pale white light in the dim light. She didn't say a word, but the obsessive, locked-on feeling said it all.
"Sir," Natasha slammed the magazine into the chamber with a sharp click, "I guarantee there won't be a single drop of excess oil left on the scene."
Lynn looked at the four faces contorted with extreme desire and let out a cold laugh.
Fury wanted to test his hand with a few pieces of junk? How utterly foolish.
He didn't need to reveal any of his cards; he only needed to make an ambiguous promise to completely ignite the destructive desires of these women. Their jealousy and possessiveness were the sharpest knives in his hands.
"There's only one rule." Lynn picked up his glass, took a sip of his Romanée-Conti, and said, "No civilians are allowed to be harmed, and no damage to my building is permitted. Anyone who makes a mess of the scene..."
His eyes turned cold.
"Deduct a negative score and get out of the building."
"Bang!"
As soon as Lynn finished speaking, Wanda had already transformed into a Scarlet afterimage. The massive blast wave overturned several chairs next to the dining table, and the blast-proof glass of the floor-to-ceiling window was instantly melted by the Chaos Magic, leaving a large hole. A gust of wind rushed in, making the hem of Lynn's suit flutter loudly.
"That spot is mine!" Wanda's morbid scream echoed through the night sky.
"Don't even think about it!" Susan followed closely behind. A dark blue Force Field enveloped her body, and she shot out of the gap like a cannonball.
"Whoosh!" A pale Silk shot precisely towards the tall building opposite. Gwen Stacy, like a weightless ghost, silently drifted into the night, so fast that only a blur remained.
Natasha glanced at the gap in the window, a cold smile playing on her lips. Instead of jumping, she turned and headed for the elevator.
"The Supercomputer Center can cut off all their escape routes." Natasha said this, and the elevator doors slammed shut.
Lynn sat alone in the messy Dining Room.
The strong wind dispersed the gunpowder smell in the air. He slowly downed the red wine in his glass, the cool liquid sliding down his throat with a hint of sweetness.
He turned his head and gazed at the Manhattan night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The holographic radar projection on the wall flickered wildly. Three red dots representing the Sentry Prototype were approaching the Stark Shares Building at three times the speed of sound.
The four points of light, representing destruction, fanaticism, and madness, rushed forward from four directions like sharks smelling blood.
A dimensional Carnage targeting the military's most advanced technological achievements is about to begin in the New York night sky.