Locking onto the Rat Hole, the Yanderes' Joint Assault
Lynn leaned back in the leather chair, the lingering, slightly acidic taste of red wine still on his tongue. The cool touch of the leather seeped through his thin shirt and down his back, causing his tense muscles to relax slightly.
He looked at the Holographic Screens floating in front of him, where dozens of surveillance cameras displayed every corner of Stryker's Underground Base.
The muffled explosion coming from the screen made the empty wine glass on the table tremble slightly.
"Boss, they've gone in." Natasha's languid voice came through the communication channel, tinged with a hint of excitement at watching a good show.
Lynn narrowed his eyes. The underground Bastion, six hundred meters deep, with its special armored layer supposedly capable of withstanding a nuclear attack, was as fragile as a sheet of water in the face of three women caught up in a mad quest for his favor.
On the screen, Susan's Invisible Force Field transformed into an invisible meat grinder with a diameter of over ten meters, grinding down from the ground. Reinforced concrete mixed with thick lead plates crumbled inch by inch under the pressure at the molecular level, turning into dust everywhere.
"The power of technology is always more efficient than those mystical tricks." Susan sneered on the Public Channel, then slammed her hands down.
Boom!
The load-bearing columns on the second basement level were directly severed by the Force Field, causing the entire floor to collapse.
"Shut up, you idiot who only knows how to smash walls. Too slow, get out of the way!" Wanda's icy voice instantly drowned out Susan's sarcasm.
Scarlet Chaos Particles, like a raging sea of blood, poured in through the gap Susan had created. The two-meter-thick Titanium Alloy blast door on the third basement level couldn't withstand it for even a second. As the Scarlet light swept across, the metal crystalline structure instantly collapsed. The dozens of heavily armed guards waiting behind the door, along with the door itself, were forcibly Oblivion into a thick cloud of blood mist.
Wanda floated in the blood mist, glancing at Susan out of the corner of her eye. "Murder isn't like demolition. Even your way of pleasing him is so crude."
Susan gritted her teeth in anger, instantly maximizing her Force Field output and twisting the surrounding metal walls into pretzels.
Gwen Stacy, on the other hand, was like a lifeless ghost. She avoided the main passage, her body twisting and contorting as she crawled into the ventilation duct. High-voltage Bioelectric Charge flickered in the darkness, paralyzing backup circuits and life support systems wherever she went.
"You all go ahead and draw their fire," Gwen Stacy's voice, tinged with a morbid obsession, came from behind her mask. "I'll drag out every single rat lurking in the shadows. Lynn only needs the cleanest victory."
Alarms blared throughout the base, and red emergency lights flashed frantically.
The remaining special forces and Mutants test subjects launched a desperate counterattack. Flames spewed, and armor-piercing rounds and high-explosive grenades crisscrossed the narrow passage, creating a dense web of fire.
A Mutants test subject's arms transformed into massive bone blades as he roared and charged toward Susan.
"You're asking for it." Susan didn't even glance at him, casually waving her hand.
The hemispherical Invisible Force Field expanded instantly. The bullets and grenades flying at high speeds collided with the Force Field, but instead of exploding, their kinetic energy was forcibly reversed, and they flew back at an even faster speed.
Puff puff puff!
A series of muffled thuds as flesh was pierced. The soldier who fired was instantly riddled with bullets, limbs and fragments flying across the metal wall. The Mutants who charged forward crashed directly into an invisible Force Field wall, the immense recoil snapping his bone blade in two and driving it into his own chest.
Wanda floated in mid-air, the Scarlet light in her eyes growing ever brighter. Several soldiers injected with berserker potions fired wildly with heavy machine guns, the bullets hovering half a meter away from her before melting into molten iron.
"Lowly reptiles." Wanda looked at them with disdain, her fingers clenching suddenly.
Click!
An invisible magical force instantly crushed the bones of more than a dozen people around them. They didn't even have time to scream before collapsing to the ground like crumpled rag dolls, their internal organs torn apart by the broken bones. Wanda walked through the pool of blood, not even a drop of blood on the soles of her shoes.
Gwen Stacy's efficiency was equally terrifying. Her pale blue dagger left afterimages in the darkness, as she specifically targeted lone elites. Each flash of lightning precisely severed an enemy's neck, not even a drop of blood spilling. She even deliberately arranged several corpses into a neat cross shape, as if showcasing her perfect "work" to Lynn.
Lynn sat on the Throne, watching the one-sided Carnage on the screen, his fingers rhythmically tapping the table.
He showed no mercy. This was the price Stryker paid for provoking him, and also his way of taming these three women. He unleashed all the resentment they had accumulated deep within, fueled by jealousy and possessiveness, onto their enemy.
Wanda's destructive urges, Susan's desire for recognition, Gwen Stacy's paranoia. These three extreme emotions are amplified infinitely in the killing, yet because of his existence, they are tightly bound in a controllable cage.
"They're having a race to see who can kill the fastest." Lynn's lips curled into a cold smile as she picked up her wine glass, looking at the remaining red wine at the bottom.
"Because they all want to get a perfect score so they can get that ticket tonight." Natasha chuckled softly into the Communicator, but a hint of hidden bitterness lingered in her voice. Sitting in the cold Supercomputer Center, although she had a complete grasp of the overall intelligence, she still felt a strong sense of crisis watching those three women venting their anger on the front lines.
"Boss, you've turned them into the sharpest, most vicious dogs." Natasha bit her lower lip, her nails lightly tracing the keyboard. "But I'm the one holding them on the leash, aren't I?"
Lynn sensed the vying for favor in her words and chuckled softly.
"Only when a vicious dog has shattered its prey's throat will it understand who's holding the leash," Lynn replied calmly, his gaze fixed on the Main Control Room screen at the very center. "Keep a close eye on Stryker. When a cornered beast fights, it often bites the most fatal blow."
Six hundred meters underground, the Main Control Room.
Stryker slumped into his chair, staring intently at the only backup monitor that was still working.
In the scene, the three women looked like demons crawling out of Hell. His base, which he had painstakingly built over decades, couldn't even last a minute against them.
Screams, explosions, and the sound of metal tearing through the thick walls faintly reached his ears. Large clumps of dust fell from the ceiling, splattering onto his sweat-soaked military uniform.
It's getting closer.
"Stop them... fire! Liquid Nitrogen! High-frequency sound waves!" Stryker roared madly at the empty Main Control Room, spitting as he spoke onto the screen.
There was no response. The only sounds coming from the communication channel were the piercing static of the microphone and the chilling cracking of bones.
He knew he was finished. Black Widow had cut off his internet connection, and his electronic self-destruct system was locked. He was now a prisoner waiting to die.
"No... I haven't lost yet... I won't lose to a bunch of mutant monsters..." Stryker trembled violently, cold sweat streamed into his eyes, and the stinging sensation briefly brought him back to his senses.
The electronic systems had been taken over, but he still had one last trump card. A completely mechanical one, disconnected from the internet. This was the escape route he had secretly left behind when he built this base.
He stumbled to his feet, his knee hitting the metal control panel, causing him to gasp in pain. But he ignored that and rushed like a madman to the corner of the Main Control Room. There, he found a seemingly ordinary metal wall panel.
Stryker frantically pried open the wall panel, his fingernails snapping from the force, blood smearing onto the cold metal. Behind the panel, a hidden mechanical safe was revealed.
With trembling fingers, he quickly turned the gears of the combination lock.
Three circles to the left, two circles to the right.
Click.
The heavy iron door swung open. Inside, there were no documents, only a red metal lever connected to a thick hydraulic hose.
This is the physical control rod that connects directly to the Reactor Core.
Simply pull it down, and the reactor's cooling rods will be forcibly ejected. No network, no code; this is pure physical destruction. No countdown, no alarms; within ten seconds, the core will completely melt down. Temperatures of tens of millions of degrees will erupt instantly, evaporating the entire 600-meter-deep underground space into a plasma state.
Stryker turned his head and looked at Wanda had already stormed to the door of the Main Control Room, on the monitor screen. Her Scarlet eyes pierced through the screen, staring intently at him.
"Let's all die together... you monsters..."
Stryker's eyes were bloodshot, and a maniacal, grotesque smile twisted his lips. He gripped the cold iron bar tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, and pressed down hard.