A triumphant return, a Shura Field explosion
Lynn put down her wine glass, the glass base hitting the solid wood table with a crisp sound.
The slight astringency of Pinot Noir still lingered in his throat. The static on the screen finally disappeared, along with Nick Fury's despairing face. Lynn leaned back in his leather chair, savoring the lingering afterglow of utter power.
The temperature in the air dropped to freezing point without warning.
Sizzle--
The space in front of them was brutally torn open, and dense Scarlet Particles surged out like boiling magma, turning the incandescent lights in the hall a blood-red hue.
Wanda was the first to step out of the crevice. Her dark red leather jacket was covered in dust, and a strong smell of gunpowder, molten metal, and blood instantly dissipated the aroma of alcohol in the room.
The fervor in her eyes hadn't faded; like a mother leopard returning to claim credit for her kill, she walked straight toward Lynn's Throne.
"Darling," Wanda's voice was sickeningly sweet, her hands gripping the armrests of Lynn's chair, her chest heaving, "That Rat Hole, I didn't leave a single intact brick. I crushed Stryker's bones inch by inch. I was the first to finish, wasn't I?"
She couldn't wait to press her dusty cheek against Lynn's hand.
Before she could finish speaking, an invisible, immense force slammed into Wanda's side.
Bang!
Wanda was shoved half a step back, her high heels leaving a deep mark on the carpet.
Susan materialized from thin air. She wore Lynn's oversized white shirt, the hem barely covering her thighs, and her blonde hair was slightly disheveled by the night wind. In her hand, she clutched a piece of Sentry Armor wreckage that had been violently compressed to the size of a walnut.
"The first one?" Susan sneered, casually tossing the high-density metal sphere onto the carpet, creating a deep crater. "When I took out the first Sentry, you were still posing in the sky. If you hadn't caused a nuclear explosion just to show off, I could have brought the entire underground base back to Lynn unscathed."
Susan turned to look at Lynn, her icy gaze instantly transforming into one of utter humility and longing. She knelt on one knee beside the Throne, raising her head. "Lynn, I haven't damaged a single thing in the building. I said I would protect your territory. Tonight is mine."
"Territory?"
A mocking laugh suddenly came from the shadows of the ceiling.
Gwen Stacy hung upside down from the Load-Bearing Beam like a ghost. Her white hood covered most of her face, but her eyes, peering through the mask, revealed a chilling obsession.
She was toying with a dagger that was flashing with blue high-voltage arcs in her hand, the blade still bearing traces of charred oil from the Sentry Core.
"Uncle's territory, who are you to protect?" Gwen Stacy landed gracefully, leaning against Lynn's chair back as if boneless, her chin resting directly on Lynn's shoulder, looking defiantly at the two women in front of her. "That tin can that tried to self-destruct, I severed its Tin Can Neural Web. I didn't make a sound, the cleanest and most efficient. Uncle, I'm the sharpest, most obedient knife, aren't I?"
Gwen Stacy's warm breath brushed against Lynn's earlobe, carrying a hint of girlish sweetness, yet unable to conceal the deadly intent in her words.
Click.
The electronic lock on the top-floor door popped open.
Natasha walked in unhurriedly, her black stilettos clicking. Her piercing wound in her abdomen had just healed, and her face was still somewhat pale, but her back was ramrod straight. The dry, cold air from the server room wafted into the lobby with her steps.
"You three warriors, having a good fight?" Natasha stopped three steps away, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "If I hadn't taken over the military satellites, cut off Stryker's communications, and incidentally locked down the anti-aircraft missile silos, you would already be surrounded by North America Aerospace Defense Command fighter jets."
Natasha bowed slightly, her gaze fixed fervently on Lynn's face. "Boss, I've handled all the cleanup. The military will only think it was a reactor leak. No one will be able to trace it back to the Baxter Building. My value is far greater than that of a few demolition crews."
"Who did you call the demolition team?" Wanda suddenly turned her head, the Scarlet light in her eyes surging instantly, and the surrounding air began to distort violently.
"A mere mortal agent who's only fit to stay in the basement typing on a keyboard dares to yell here?" Susan retorted without hesitation, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and a high-density Invisible Force Field instantly enveloped the entire hall.
"Should I sew your mouth shut first?" Gwen Stacy's dagger crackled with electricity, its tip already pointing at Natasha's throat.
Four women. Four women who stand at the pinnacle of power and intellect in the Marvel Universe.
At this moment, it was like four mother wolves guarding their food, surrounding Lynn in the middle.
Lynn leaned back in his leather chair, watching the farce that was about to spiral out of control with a cold eye.
He could clearly feel four distinct energies surging wildly in the air.
Wanda's Chaos Magic, with its destructive fury, caused the solid wood furniture in the hall to creak under its strain. Susan's Invisible Force Field acted like a giant hydraulic press, instantly raising the surrounding air pressure, making even breathing difficult. Gwen Stacy's Bioelectric Charge roamed the air, generating waves of static electricity that stung the skin. And while Natasha didn't have superpowers, her specially made High-Frequency Vibration Gun was already loaded, its muzzle slightly lowered, ready to pounce and kill at any moment.
The female assassins who were just outside fighting against the army and destroying the world are now fighting like little girls scrambling for candy over a "privilege of being alone" that he casually promised.
This stark contrast between the eroticism and the Shocker feeling of the building potentially exploding at any moment greatly satisfied Lynn's deep-seated desire for control.
He viewed this as a game of animal taming. The more these high and mighty women went mad, the more it proved the success of his methods.
But he knew he couldn't let the fire burn unchecked.
"I said, whoever contributes the most, the door will open for them tonight." Lynn's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the sounds of the four energies colliding.
This statement is like a drop of water falling into a pot of boiling oil.
"It's me!" Wanda stepped forward without hesitation, Scarlet particles instantly coalescing into a sharp blade that pressed against Susan's Force Field Shield. "I killed Stryker! I tore that base to shreds! Everything I did was for you!"
"That's mindless destruction!" Susan retorted, her Force Field Shield expanding outwards to deflect Wanda's blade. "Lynn needs absolute safety and cover! I got the first kill, I protected the building! I was the most efficient!"
"The old man only needs me." Gwen Stacy's dagger spun rapidly between her fingers, blue lightning reflecting in her obsessive eyes. "I can kill all the insects hiding in the shadows. You're too noisy; you'll only cause him trouble."
"A bunch of mindless thugs." Natasha sneered, subtly raising the muzzle of her gun an inch. "Intelligence and cleanup are the core issues. What can you do besides smash things? Without me, you wouldn't even be able to find the target."
Sizzle--!
A blinding burst of electric sparks erupted in the air.
Wanda's patience finally ran out. She abruptly raised her hands, her fingers curling into claws. The enormous Crystal chandelier at the top of the hall was instantly pulverized by Chaos Magic, and shards of glass rained down on the other three women.
"Get out! He's mine!" Wanda screamed hysterically.
"You're insane!" Susan roared, her Invisible Force Field transforming into a massive dome that blocked all the glass shards. At the same time, an invisible pressure slammed into Wanda's chest.
Using the Force Field as cover, Gwen Stacy vanished from her spot in an instant. The next second, she appeared in Wanda's blind spot, a dagger electrified with electricity aimed straight at the back of Wanda's neck.
Natasha quickly retreated, her High-Frequency Vibration Gun instantly locking onto Susan's knee, preparing to cripple one of the most threatening defensive positions.
Four powerful energies collided completely in Core Zone of less than ten square meters.
Boom!
The bulletproof glass on the top floor of the Baxter Building was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks. The piercing alarm blared wildly in the lobby. The load-bearing columns groaned in pain, as if they would be completely torn apart by the four forces at any moment.
The strong smell of gunpowder and Ozone filled Lynn's nostrils.
The situation is about to spiral out of control.
Lynn sat in the very center of the storm's eye, his fingers ceasing their tapping on the table.
He slowly raised his head, his deep eyes devoid of any warmth, only chilling ferocity.