Exposing his Hydra identity, the complete collapse of a vicious dog's psychological defenses

Lynn's footsteps echoed in the deathly silent Negative Zone Prison.

Step by step.

The "tap-tap" sound of leather boots on the hard ground was like the Grim Reaper's stopwatch, counting down the final moments for the lifeless creature on the ground, which resembled a pool of mud.

The terrifying aura that had crushed the pride of the three goddesses had dissipated, but its lingering power still filled every speck of dust in this space with awe and trembling.

Wanda, Hela, and Jean remained kneeling, heads bowed, their breathing deliberately suppressed to the slightest degree. They dared not raise their heads, dared not look at the back of the figure slowly walking towards the spoils, and could only use the corner of their eyes to feel the chilling coldness emanating from the tyrant, a coldness that could freeze the soul.

Lynn's gaze remained fixed on Crossbones.

This man, Brock Rumlow, is the commander of S.H.I.E.L.D..'s Rapid Response Special Forces, a top agent known for his ruthlessness and tenacity.

At this moment, his limbs were brutally twisted into bizarre angles by Qin's telekinetic power, his entire body was covered with burns and tears, his charred tactical uniform stuck to his torn flesh, emitting a foul stench of burnt protein.

However, even with his body ravaged to this extent, his eyes still held the fierce, defiant glint of a caged dog.

"Heh... hehe..."

Crossbones emitted a raspy, bellows-like laugh from his throat, and with each laugh, a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from the corner of his mouth.

He struggled to lift his head, staring intently at Lynn, who was walking slowly towards him, with his one still-intact eye.

"Monster... cough cough... you think... you've won?" His voice was hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, yet full of a tough-guy provocation. "S.H.I.E.L.D.... will not let you go... cough... the World Security Council... they will... nail you... onto the lab table like they're dissecting an alien!"

He tried to intimidate the man in front of him by using the most powerful organization he knew on Earth. This was his last shred of dignity as a "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." and his last line of psychological Defense Line.

He wanted to die as a warrior, not like a dog with its spine broken.

Lynn stopped in front of him, looking down at him with an expressionless face.

S.H.I.E.L.D..?

Lynn repeated the name with great interest, her tone playful, as if listening to an innocent child telling a bedtime fairy tale.

He slowly crouched down, looking directly into the bloodshot eye of the man with the Crossbones.

The distance was so close that Crossbones could clearly see his own disheveled appearance reflected in Lynn's deep eyes. There was no anger, no pity in those eyes, only a kind of... pure indifference as if looking at an inorganic object.

That look in his eyes chilled Crossbones to the bone more than any form of torture.

"Kill me!" Crossbones roared with all his might, spittle splattering with blood. "Give me a quick death if you dare! You coward!"

He wanted to provoke Lynn and seek a swift and decisive death.

Lynn remained completely unmoved.

He looked at the face contorted with pain and anger before him as if he were watching a mediocre actor performing a one-man show on stage called "Loyalty."

How pathetic.

Even at this point, they're still clinging to that ridiculously false identity. Do they really think they can use the guise of "S.H.I.E.L.D.." to conceal their rotten to the core?

Lynn ignored his shouting.

He simply extended a finger and lightly tapped the blood-stained tactical vest on his Crossbones.

"Not bad equipment." Lynn's voice was soft, as if he were simply evaluating a product. "Special Kevlar fiber, shock-absorbing gel lining, ceramic inserts at the joints... The ' Bastion ' suit is only issued to Level 7 Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D..

Crossbones ' pupils contracted slightly.

This man actually saw through the origin and level of his equipment at a glance.

"It seems you know a lot about S.H.I.E.L.D.." Crossbones panted heavily, his eyes growing increasingly fierce. "Since you know... you should understand what the consequences are of being our enemy!"

"No, no." Lynn shook his head, a faint smile finally appearing on his face, a smile that could send chills down anyone's spine.

He slowly leaned close to Crossbones ' ear.

This action caused the three women kneeling in the distance to hold their breath. They couldn't understand why their master would whisper so intimately to a dying ant.

Lynn's warm breath brushed against the cold earlobe of his Crossbones.

The feeling was like the forked tongue of a venomous snake, bringing the chilling cold of the deepest Hell.

He spoke softly, in a voice that only the two of them could hear, like the whisper of a devil:

"I just wanted to tell you... your acting is terrible."

What you hold dear, what you believe in, was a joke from the very beginning.

Crossbones ' body suddenly stiffened.

Before he could even process the meaning of that insulting remark, the devil's voice pierced his eardrums once more.

It was a short syllable, yet it seemed to contain boundless magic.

A phrase that was enough to instantly shatter his entire worldview.

"Hail Hydra."

Boom--!

Like a thunderclap at the dawn of creation, it exploded deep within Crossbones ' brain!

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The fierceness, tenacity, and indomitable spirit on Crossbones' face... all the typical tough-guy expressions froze instantly.

His pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints in an instant, and then suddenly dilated in the next second, filled with extreme, indescribable horror and fear!

How... is that possible?

How could he have known...?

This phrase is a top-secret information within the organization! It is the ultimate belief that they, who infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D.., are willing to protect with their lives!

This monster... who is he?!

However, Lynn's whispers were not over yet.

He seemed to relish watching his prey crumble in despair, uttering a name in a completely emotionless tone.

A name powerful enough to break Crossbones' last psychological Defense Line.

"Alexander Pierce... Let me give you my regards."

If "Hail Hydra" was a heavy hammer that shattered the shell of his faith.

The name "Alexander Pierce" was like a deadly needle, piercing through all his defenses and striking the deepest source of fear in his soul!

Minister Pierce!

The highest leader of Hydra within S.H.I.E.L.D..!

This secret is absolutely unknown to outsiders, except for a handful of high-ranking members within the organization!

Crossbones' proud psychological Defense Line, forged through countless rigorous training sessions and capable of withstanding any mental torture, were shattered in this moment by Lynn's two nonchalant words!

"Heh... heh heh..."

An incomprehensible hoarse sound came from his throat, and his body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

In those fierce eyes, all the ruthlessness and defiance vanished in an instant, replaced by pure fear and bewilderment, as if one had seen a ghost.

His proud undercover work, his unwavering faith, the secret he regarded as his ultimate trump card...

In front of this man, she was like a children's book laid out in the sunlight—laughable and transparent.

This feeling is more terrifying than death.

This is a kind of despair where everything about oneself, from the inside out, from the past to the present, is completely seen through and completely controlled by others —Dimensionality-Reduction Strike!

"No... it's impossible... you... what exactly are you...?"

His last shred of will completely crumbled.

This tough guy, who had just been clamoring to die a heroic death as a Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., was now like a madman, tears streaming down his face, incoherent and rambling.

Lynn slowly stood up, looking down at the soulless mud beneath his feet. The smile on his face vanished, replaced by his usual cold indifference.

Intelligence asymmetry is always the lowest-cost and most effective weapon.

For a self-righteous "vicious dog" like Crossbones, crushing his body is far less interesting than shattering his faith.

In the distance, Hela, Wanda, and Jean, though unable to hear what Lynn said, clearly witnessed Crossbones ' entire process from resistance to utter collapse.

Their eyes held an even deeper reverence for Lynn.

This man's power lies not only in his strength, which is enough to suppress Deity.

What's even more remarkable is this... Deity ability to manipulate people's hearts and minds, to crush the soul of a tough guy with just words!

Lynn stopped looking at the now useless Crossbones.

He slowly turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over the three goddesses who were still kneeling on the ground.

"He's useless now." Lynn's tone was as if he were announcing the ownership of a piece of trash. "Killing him would be too wasteful."

He paused, a chilling smile curving his lips, and posed a question to the three "tools" who were still uneasy because of his previous reprimand.

One, an opportunity for them to prove their worth again.

"So..."

"Which of you three can tell me?"

"How can we make this useless piece realize its final, and greatest, value?"