Destination: New Mexico, Leaving a Shura Field to Guard the House
The condensation on the glass beaded up and dripped down Lynn's long, slender fingers, landing with a "plop" on the Persian carpet.
This extremely faint sound was amplified tenfold in the tense living room. The air was thick with the stench of blood, Ozone, and the lingering, acrid smell of Lynn's manic energy.
Four distinct energies were frantically squeezing within the confined space. Wanda's Scarlet Particles, like an inverted web of blood, tightly sealed off all exits; Susan's pale blue Invisible Force Field was compressed to its limit, even distorting light eerily; Gwen Stacy hung upside down in the shadow of the Crystal chandelier, her dagger, tempered with high-voltage Bioelectricity, crackling with electrical energy; while Natasha, kneeling on one knee, bled profusely from her ruptured abdominal wound, stared intently at the other three women like a vicious wolf guarding its prey.
With just a word from Lynn, these four crazy women would absolutely tear each other to shreds without hesitation.
Lynn leaned back on the sofa, coldly watching the farce that was about to spiral out of control.
Bring them all? That's pure suicide. That hammer in New Mexico is Thor's lifeblood, and Heimdall, the gatekeeper in the heavens, is watching that desert with his golden eyes. If he swaggers over there with these four yanderes whose destructive Yandere is comparable to a nuclear bomb, the Bifrost of Asgard will smash them over the head in the next second.
Although he has now absorbed the X-Gene Serum and his physical body has undergone a transformation, and a cluster of raging Dark Golden Flame still resides within him, he still has to take things slowly in this Starter Village's village of Earth. Overturning the table prematurely will only invite the siege of those old monsters.
What's more, just now in the Bathroom, Hela who has been imprisoned in the Underworld for thousands of years, had already cast her greedy gaze over us. Our Headquarters absolutely cannot be left undefended.
Differentiation is necessary.
"Everyone, put away your energy."
Lynn put down his water glass. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable coldness. As he spoke, the violent aura of the Dark Phoenix within him, mixed with Chaos Magic, slammed down on the living room floor like a heavy hammer.
Several fine cracks instantly appeared on the marble floor.
The four women trembled simultaneously. That terrifying aura that transcended everything instantly shattered their arrogance.
Wanda bit her lower lip, reluctantly withdrawing the red light that had blocked the elevator doors, but the obsession in her eyes remained undiminished. Susan immediately withdrew her Force Field and obediently lowered her hands. Gwen Stacy landed lightly from the chandelier, her dagger retracting into her sleeve. Natasha lowered her head even further.
"Since Fury dared to release the hammer's coordinates, New Mexico is now a mousetrap with its mouth wide open." Lynn stood up, his bare feet stepping on the broken marble, and walked step by step to Wanda.
He raised his hand and roughly wiped away the blood that had seeped from Wanda's mouth as she struggled to maintain the barrier.
"That monster spying on me from the sky isn't far away." Lynn stared into Wanda's Scarlet eyes and lowered his voice, "If the Manhattan barrier shows even the slightest crack, that thing will follow its scent. Wanda, you are the sharpest blade in my hand, and the only shield for this building."
He grabbed Wanda's chin, forcing her to tilt her head back. "I'm entrusting my back and my home to you. I don't trust anyone but you. Understand?"
"Home", "Only Trust", "Back"
These three words were like a precise shot of adrenaline, instantly piercing Wanda's deeply insecure heart. The panic and jealousy in her eyes were replaced by a morbid fanaticism.
"I will kill every living thing that dares to approach this building." Wanda gripped Lynn's wrist tightly, her nails digging almost into his flesh. "No one will touch you."
Lynn withdrew her hand and turned to look at Susan.
Susan immediately straightened her back, like a soldier awaiting inspection, her eyes filled with longing.
"Susan, Fury is playing a calculated game this time. He can't mobilize the military, but that doesn't mean the military has no other trump cards. Space-based weapons, intercontinental ballistic missiles, and even the other scrap metal left behind by Stryker could smash onto the roof of Baxter Building at any moment."
Lynn walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the New York night view. "The Negative Zone Matrix is our heart. If this building collapses, I'll have no way out. You need to lock down the Force Field and the matrix's output power. You are the skeleton of this building, hold it up."
Susan's breathing quickened instantly. She had been entrusted with the crucial responsibility of being both her "heart" and her "escape route," and this feeling of being desperately needed was more effective than any sweet words.
"As long as I have a breath left, not a single pane of glass will fall from this building." Susan's voice trembled with a hint of excitement.
Lynn looked away with satisfaction and down at Natasha on the ground.
The pool of blood had almost reached his feet.
"As for you," Lynn looked down at her, "You've shed enough blood. Since Fury dared to release the photos, there must be a backdoor he's using to evade tracking planted on the Dark Web. I want you to stay in the underground Supercomputer Center, follow those Data Stream, and expose this old fox's dirty laundry."
Lynn bent down and patted Natasha's pale cheek. "The yellow sands of New Mexico don't need you. I need you to be my eyes, watching the global network."
Natasha closed her eyes, like a hound being stroked by its master, and let out a submissive groan. "As you wish, master."
In just a few words.
Lynn used the most precise psychological manipulation techniques to firmly hold these three women, who were on the verge of exploding at any moment, back in their respective positions. Each of them felt that their task was irreplaceable, and each of them felt that they were the one Lynn valued most.
This is the art of extreme balance.
Finally, Lynn turned his head and looked at Gwen Stacy, who had been hiding in the shadows.
The white hood covered most of her face, but Lynn could feel her tense muscles trembling slightly. The trans-cosmic quantum crisis she had just experienced had pushed her attachment to Lynn to a twisted peak. Without her, she would definitely go crazy.
"Gwen Stacy." Lynn walked up to her, his tone unusually gentle. "There are no tall buildings or shadows in the desert. But I need a dagger hidden in the shadows."
Gwen Stacy suddenly looked up, her eyes beneath the mask shining brightly.
"Come with me," Lynn gave his final command, "Be my shadow."
"Yes!" Gwen Stacy's voice was filled with barely suppressed elation. She even glanced defiantly at Wanda and Susan beside her, and with a flick of her wrist, the dagger twirled beautifully between her fingers.
Wanda's face instantly darkened, Susan snorted coldly, and Natasha clenched her fists on the ground.
But the rules Lynn had just set were like a mountain pressing down on them, and no one dared to object at this moment.
"Susan, open the door. Coordinates: New Mexico." Lynn picked up a black trench coat from the sofa and draped it over his arm, covering the Dark Gold mark on his arm.
Susan gritted her teeth and ripped the air with both hands. A Negative Zone portal, shimmering with a ghostly blue light, formed in the center of the living room.
Without uttering a single word, Lynn strode into the portal. Gwen Stacy, like a white lightning bolt, darted in, clinging tightly to his back.
"Buzz--"
The portal closed instantly, creating a strong gust of air.
A brief silence fell over the hall.
The moment Lynn's presence completely vanished, the temperature in the living room plummeted to freezing.
Wanda turned her head, the red light in her eyes surging again, staring intently at Susan: "Keep an eye on your broken Force Field, don't let any filth from outside get in. If he comes back and finds the building missing a brick, I'll skin you alive."
"Mind your own magic, old woman," Susan retorted without hesitation, a pale blue Force Field humming beneath her feet. "Without my matrix powering you, how will you maintain the Manhattan barrier?"
Natasha, clutching her bleeding abdomen, staggered to her feet. She gave the two of them a cold glance and walked silently toward the elevator.
The moment Lynn turned around, the three women instantly shed their previous submissive facade. A suffocating hostility and undercurrent of hostility swirled wildly on the top floor of the Baxter Building.
at the same time.
Lynn stepped through the portal, his feet barely touching the scorching yellow sand of New Mexico.
A fierce wind whipped sand and gravel against my face, and the air was thick with the dry, earthy smell of sand. In the distance, military searchlights tore several pale white slits through the night sky.
Just as Lynn was about to examine the enormous Meteorite Crater, a sharp electronic buzzing suddenly echoed deep within his mind.
The System Panel suddenly popped open on my retina, flashing a blinding red light.
[Alert: High-level destiny lines have been detected converging!]
[Alert: Extreme Aura of Death and remnants of Thunder detected in the target area!]
[Conditions have been met.]
[A new round of 'Till Death Do Us Part' simulation is about to begin...]
Lynn narrowed his eyes, looking at the metal warhammer surrounded by barbed wire in the distance, a bloodthirsty smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
The real hunt is only just beginning.