Lynn's plans, digesting the genetic data
"Bite."
The elevator doors slid open smoothly to both sides. The -5 degree Celsius air, carrying the smell of high-concentration medical alcohol, forcefully entered Lynn's nostrils.
This is the third basement level of the Baxter Building. It was once Reed Richards' most prized private property, but now even the metal plaque bearing his name has been completely melted down into scrap metal.
In the vast, silvery-white space, the low-frequency hum of the instruments running was continuous.
Susan wore a tight-fitting white lab coat, revealing her long, straight legs beneath the hem. She stood in front of the central control console, her fingers spread wide, and a pale blue Invisible Force Field intertwined in mid-air to form a huge Holographic Projection net. Tens of thousands of DNA double helix structures rapidly spun, disassembled, and reassembled within the net, emitting a chilling blue light.
"Boss." Natasha leaned against a centrifuge, toying with a silver encrypted USB drive. Today she was wearing a black tactical bodysuit, her red lips curving into a menacing smile. "That old bastard Stryker really has a lot of good stuff hidden away. The Genes blueprints of 7,300 Mutants worldwide, along with their medical histories for three generations, are all here."
Lynn stepped out of the elevator, her leather shoes making a crisp, cold sound as they hit the Titanium Alloy floor.
"Has S.H.I.E.L.D.. drained its funding pool?" Lynn walked to the control panel, his gaze sweeping over the dense Data Stream.
"It's all drained." Natasha tossed the USB drive into the air, then caught it again, her eyes gleaming with a morbid fanaticism. "I wiped all seventy-three of Nick Fury's overseas accounts in Switzerland with a Trojan horse. That's enough to set up three fully automated biological production lines underground in New York. The equipment will be on-site in three days at most."
"Three days is too slow." Susan scoffed, glancing sideways at Natasha, her tone brimming with undisguised superiority. She turned to Lynn, her eyes instantly becoming extremely humble and ingratiating. "Give me twenty-four hours. I can Force Field micromanipulation to directly reshape metal molecules. As long as the Negative Zone energy continues, I can conjure up a sterile production line that is fifty years ahead of Stark Industries."
Natasha's eyes turned cold, and a sharp blade popped out from the edge of the USB drive between her fingers.
Lynn ignored the undercurrent between the two women. He reached out, his fingers piercing through the Holographic Projection, and precisely grasped a Genes sequence emitting a blinding red light.
This is the self-healing factor of the Sabretooth.
"I don't want a defective product like Stryker." Lynn's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chillingly oppressive quality. He clenched his fists abruptly, crushing the red sequence on the Holographic Projection into countless specks of light. "Mutants Genes are too crude; once they lose control of their emotions, they turn into mindless Beast. This kind of trash doesn't even deserve to be cannon fodder."
Susan's heart skipped a beat. She quickly suppressed her little scheme to win his favor and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?"
"Eliminate all unstable sequences that affect emotions and reason." Lynn turned around, his gaze sweeping over Susan and Natasha. "Extract the three core data points: self-healing, bone enhancement, and accelerated neural response. I want you to use the Super-Soldier Serum as a base, fuse these Genes, and create a completely new enhancement potion."
Lynn walked to a row of huge cylindrical culture chambers and tapped his fingers on the cold, shatterproof glass.
"I want a superhuman army that is absolutely rational, Absolute Obedience, and can be mass-produced." A cold smile curled at the corner of Lynn's lips. "What Stryker couldn't accomplish in thirty years, I'll make a reality right here, using his legacy."
Natasha took a deep breath, her chest heaving. She knew all too well what this meant. Once this serum was mass-produced, Lynn would possess a terrifying trump card capable of overturning the entire global military landscape.
"Yes, my master." Natasha lowered her head, inserted the USB drive into the Control Console, and her fingers flew across the keyboard, frantically typing code.
Not to be outdone, Susan immediately activated her Invisible Force Field, forcibly crushing the dilapidated equipment on the third underground floor and beginning to reconstruct the metal skeleton of the biological production line in mid-air. The ear-piercing sound of metal friction and the sparks of welding flashed continuously in the corner of the laboratory.
Lynn stopped paying attention to them. He needed these women to work together, to channel their excessive possessiveness and destructiveness into work efficiency.
He walked alone through the long corridor, swiped his retinal lock, and entered a core chamber that only he could access.
In the center of the sealed room stood a completely black Quantum Purification Device.
Inside the instrument, three glass tubes filled with a dark red liquid are immersed in Liquid Nitrogen. This is the purest Omega-Level Mutant Genes material, retrieved from Stryker's most crucial safe.
Lynn stared at the dark red liquid, his eyes filled with extreme rationality.
He has a lot of cards to play right now: Wanda's magic, Susan's Force Field, Gwen Stacy's assassination, and Natasha's intelligence. These four women working together are enough to plow the earth several times over.
But that's far from enough.
The love of Yandere is like a double-edged sword without a hilt. They might fight each other at any moment over the slightest bit of jealousy, or even blow up the entire city. Lynn can dance on the edge of a knife through psychological warfare and system mechanisms, but he will never entrust his life and fortune entirely to a woman's emotions.
One must be strong to forge iron.
The Super-Soldier Serum combined with his Spider Physiology allowed him to easily tear apart Sabretooth in hand-to-hand combat and even withstand the Winter Soldier's mechanical arm. However, facing the impending cosmic catastrophe, this level of physical strength was still insufficient.
"System, retrieve my body data," Lynn silently instructed.
The translucent panel bounced off the retina. All indicators had reached the current limits of carbon-based life forms; conventional exercise or drug injections were no longer effective in pushing them further.
His gaze fell on the three dark red Genes serums.
The standard experimental purification, animal testing, and clinical observation process takes at least several months. Lynn can't wait that long. Charles has already begun to probe, and who knows when that madman Tony Stark will create some kind of counter-armor, not to mention the Goddess of Death in the Asgard Abyss who has been watching him all along.
A crisis is like a guillotine hanging over your head, ready to fall at any moment.
"We must speed things up." A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Lynn's eyes.
He pressed the explosion-proof cover on the purification device, and a chilling white mist instantly poured out, making the hairs on the back of his hands stand on end from the cold.
Lynn didn't wear protective gloves and reached directly into a cold glass tube.
The frost on the tube wall melted into water droplets the moment it came into contact with his body temperature. The dark red liquid inside seemed to sense the fresh flesh and blood, and began to churn violently like boiling water.
"Since conventional methods aren't working, I'll just devour you all." Lynn sneered.
He pulled out the metal stopper at the top of the glass tube. An extremely strong, sweet and pungent smell hit him, even carrying a hint of a burning, acidic odor.
Without any hesitation, Lynn aimed the tube directly at the vein in her left wrist.
He did not use a syringe.
At this moment, he forcibly activated the Chaos Physique within his body. A faint Scarlet light shone from his fingertips, like a sharp Scalpel, precisely slicing through the skin and blood vessels of his wrist.
The moment the blood gushed out, Lynn poured the dark red liquid from the glass tube directly into the wound!
"Hiss--!"
Lynn gasped sharply, his teeth grinding together.
That wasn't a liquid at all; the moment it was poured into the vein, it felt like pouring a handful of red-hot shards of glass!
The violent Genes energy surged wildly upwards along the veins. Lynn watched helplessly as the veins in his left arm instantly swelled to three times their normal size, and it felt as if countless earthworms were writhing and tearing at his skin.
The extreme pain overwhelmed his nerves like a tsunami.
His Super-Soldier Serum and Spider Genes immediately reacted defensively, attempting to devour this foreign, violent energy. The two forces engaged in a primal and bloody battle at the cellular level.
Lynn grabbed the edge of the control panel.
"Snap!" He forcefully cleaved five deep finger holes into the five-centimeter-thick Titanium Alloy tabletop.
Sweat instantly soaked through his shirt, dripping down his chin onto the floor. Lynn's breathing became heavy, like a broken bellows, and his eyes were Scarlet.
But he didn't stop.
He stared intently at the spreading dark red lines on his arm, forcibly stimulating the Chaos and all-encompassing energy within him.
"Swallow it...!" Lynn growled like Beast.
Just then, a piercing alarm from the system suddenly blared in his mind, and a red warning box almost filled his entire field of vision. The Genes energy he had forcibly introduced into his body contained an extremely subtle yet incredibly violent abnormal fluctuation!
Lynn's heart skipped a beat. This fluctuation was exactly the same as the Dark Gold flame he had sensed in the data disk before!