Undercurrents in reality, S.H.I.E.L.D. closes in on the desert
The strong wind whipped up rough sand and gravel, which pelted against Gwen Stacy's white hood with a crackling sound.
She was like an upside-down Ghost-Spider, her toes clinging tightly to the withered tree trunk. Her eyes, hidden behind the mask and filtered through the eerie green of her night vision goggles, were fixed on three black SUVs that were coasting with their engines off, several kilometers away.
The air was filled with the dry, earthy smell. Gwen Stacy turned her head and glanced at Lynn was ten steps away.
Lynn's eyes remained closed, his brow furrowed, cold sweat dripping from his forehead into the sand. His breathing was heavier than before, his chest heaving violently, clearly enduring some unimaginable pain.
"The master is suffering..."
Gwen Stacy gritted her teeth, tasting a hint of blood on her tongue. She didn't know what Lynn was going through, but she knew that at this moment, she absolutely couldn't let any insects disturb him.
A faint blue current, mixed with the smell of Ozone, spread from her fingertips to the blades of two specially made daggers.
"Anyone who dares to come near, I'll cut them to pieces."
Three matte black SUVs glided silently across the sand.
In the passenger seat of the middle car, Coulson stared intently at the thermal imaging screen on the center console. In the center of the screen, a dazzling red light lay quietly at the bottom of the Meteorite Crater —Thor's Mjolnir. And next to the hammer was a humanoid heat source.
"Sir, the target hasn't moved. No other ambushes have been found nearby," the agent in the driver's seat reported in a low voice, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
"Stay alert." Coulson touched his sidearm, his brow furrowing. "Director Fury said this Lynn is extremely dangerous. Don't use headlights, approach with night vision goggles. If he makes any unusual movements, fire tranquilizer darts immediately."
"Clear."
The convoy was less than fifty meters from the Meteorite Crater.
Just then, the thermal imaging screen in front of Coulson flickered twice.
"Sizzle--"
A piercing crackling sound of electricity exploded in the cramped car. The screen instantly turned into static, followed by all the indicator lights on the dashboard flashing wildly before snapping shut.
The engine emitted a dull, strange noise and then stopped completely.
"What's going on?" Coulson drew his sidearm and shoved open the car door.
"The electronic systems are completely down! There's no signal from the Communicator either!" The agents in the following vehicle rushed out with assault rifles.
A dozen fully armed S.H.I.E.L.D.. agents quickly dispersed, forming a tactical formation around the three stranded SUVs, with their guns pointed outwards.
The night wind howled. Apart from the sound of sand and dust hitting the train cars, nothing else could be heard.
Coulson raised his flashlight, the pale beam sweeping across the sand dunes ahead.
"Up!" An agent abruptly raised his gun.
A white blur descended from the sky, moving so fast that even the retina couldn't capture it.
"Bang!"
Before the agent could pull the trigger, a sharp pain shot through his wrist. A dagger crackling with an electric arc had precisely severed the barrel of his assault rifle and, in doing so, severed his tendons.
Blood gushed out. The agent screamed and staggered backward, only to be caught by a dark blue Silk that stuck to his chest, yanked him into the air, and then slammed him heavily against the windshield of an SUV.
"Fire!" Coulson roared.
A barrage of gunfire instantly tore through the night sky. Flames spat out as bullets rained down on the white figure.
Gwen Stacy didn't dodge at all.
With a flick of her wrist, two thick strands of Bio-Electric Silk shot out, weaving in mid-air into a giant web that shimmered with dazzling electric light.
"Jingle bells!"
The bullet struck the spider web, instantly melting into molten copper due to the high-voltage charge. The molten copper dripped onto the sand, sending up plumes of white smoke.
Using the spiderwebs as cover, Gwen Stacy propelled herself forward with a powerful kick, crashing into the group of agents like a cannonball.
This was a one-sided, decisive victory with no suspense whatsoever.
She didn't use a gun, nor any firearms. She simply relied on her superhuman agility and two daggers coated with deadly poison and electrical charges to perform a cruel dance of death among the crowd.
"Snap!"
She shattered an agent's kneecap with a single kick.
"Sizzle!"
Another agent's carotid artery was slashed open by a dagger, leaving a blood groove that, while not fatal, was enough to instantly incapacitate him.
Gwen Stacy's movements were fluid and decisive, each strike precisely stripping her opponent of the ability to resist. She was like a lone wolf guarding her territory, mercilessly tearing apart anyone who dared to cross the line.
Less than ten seconds.
Apart from Coulson, the remaining dozen or so S.H.I.E.L.D. lay in pools of blood, writhing and groaning in agony. None of them died, but none of them could stand up again.
Coulson's hand holding the gun trembled slightly. He looked at the petite white figure standing on the roof of the car, cold sweat soaking the back of his shirt.
Gwen Stacy looked down at him, drops of blood from the tip of the dagger falling onto the metal roof of the car.
"You've crossed the line." Gwen Stacy's voice, processed by a voice changer on her mask, had a chilling, synthesized quality. "He's only ten steps away."
Coulson swallowed hard, forcing himself to remain calm. "We're from S.H.I.E.L.D...."
"Take another half step," Gwen Stacy interrupted him, raising her dagger to Coulson's forehead, eerie blue arcs of electricity crackling wildly on the blade. "I'll slice your head off and place it at my master's feet."
An intense killing intent pressed down on Coulson's shoulder as if it were a physical force. He had no doubt that if he dared to move an inch, this madwoman would absolutely keep her promise.
Even the elite of S.H.I.E.L.D.. couldn't even get within ten steps of Lynn in front of this Yandere loli.
Meanwhile, in the Simulated Space-Time, at the edge of Helheim.
Excruciating pain.
The excruciating pain that tore at my soul receded little by little, like the tide.
Lynn gasped for breath, his lungs rumbling like bellows. He still gripped Hela's wrist tightly, even though his nails were broken and blood stained Hela's pale skin.
Hela did not break free.
Her cold, emotionless eyes were fixed intently on Lynn. The contempt and arrogance that once lingered in her eyes had vanished, replaced by an extremely twisted, almost pathological possessiveness.
"You win, you madman."
Hela suddenly spoke, her voice hoarse.
With a flick of her wrist, a gentle yet domineering force repelled Lynn's hand. Immediately afterward, the black Death Energy that had been injected into Lynn's heart was forcibly drawn out from her fingertips.
The bloody hole in his chest stopped worsening after the Death Force left his body.
Lynn's legs buckled, and he collapsed to one knee in the muddy, bloody water. He coughed up mouthfuls of black blood, yet still raised his head, flashing a arrogant, cold laugh at Hela, "What... you're not going to kill me?"
Hela looked down at him. She stuck out her tongue and gently licked away the blood that belonged to Lynn from the corner of her mouth, her eyes slightly reddening with excitement.
"Kill you? That would be too easy on you."
Hela raised her right hand and clenched it tightly in mid-air.
"Splash--"
With a crisp metallic clang, a Black Chain formed from pure Death Force appeared out of thin air. One end of the chain was held in Hela's hand, while the other end, like a venomous snake, lashed out and wrapped tightly around Lynn's neck.
The cold touch instantly constricted my trachea.
Lynn was forced to raise his chin and grip the chains around his neck with both hands, but his eyes showed no sign of submission.
"Since you believe I am the only king of these Nine Realms..." Hela suddenly yanked on the chain in her hand, the powerful force dragging Lynn off the ground, causing him to stagger forward.
She turned around, stepping over the corpses scattered on the ground, and strode towards the eerie, towering Underworld Palace in the distance.
"Then use your fearless bones, which aren't even afraid of death, to be my Watchdogs." Hela's laughter echoed across the empty ruins, exuding a chilling arrogance and madness. "From this moment on, your life, your soul, belong to me."
Lynn, dragged by chains, stumbled and followed behind Hela.
But from an angle unseen by this Yandere Deity, a triumphant smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
The fish has taken the bait.