Project Insight's trump card, the Zola Algorithm's deepest secret exposed

A dark blue spot of light danced wildly on my retina.

Lynn's eyes were closed, the acrid smell of high-energy particles burning through the Vibranium floor still lingering in his nostrils, mixed with the strong stench of blood emanating from the broken limbs of the Crossbones.

In the Real World, time seemed to stretch infinitely at this moment, but in the Dimension of the Mind Link, an extremely brutal plunder was unfolding.

He sat enthroned on a colossal Bone Throne constructed from consciousness.

The Psychic Power of Hela, Wanda, and Jean Grey, like three greedy vines, clung tightly to his outward-extending will. They trembled in his spiritual sea, greedily devouring the information Lynn had bestowed upon them, enjoying this unreserved fusion of their souls.

"Sizzle--"

With a dull thud as if some invisible barrier was being violently torn apart, the most Top Secret file in Crossbones' memory, which had been locked by Hydra at the highest level of Mental Lock, was completely exposed to Lynn's gaze, like an onion being peeled open.

The scene suddenly changed.

Washington, D.C., S.H.I.E.L.D.., a deep-water dock hundreds of meters below the Triskelion.

Blinding beams of searchlight crisscrossed in the dim space, illuminating the murky surface of the groundwater.

At the edge of the field of vision are three enormous, breathtakingly large steel Beast.

Heavy Helicarrier.

They lay silently in the deep water, their cold metal armor reflecting a faint blue light. Beneath the hull, a dense array of long-range precision guns and heavy machine guns, like the fangs of Beast, exuded a chilling killing intent.

The deep, rumbling sound of the Antigravity Engine, even through the lens of memory, still sends shivers down one's spine.

"Is this the toy that old bug named Pierce hid?"

Hela's consciousness emitted a cold, extremely contemptuous sneer within the mental channel. Dark, deathly Death Energy condensed into frost at the edges of the image, even attempting to erode it back along the memory pathway. "A pile of scrap metal cobbled together dares to call itself a trump card?"

Lynn ignored Hela's taunts.

His will pierced through the thick Vibranium armor and locked onto the Helicarrier's core control room.

On the old computer screen, eerie green ripples flickered. Arnim Zola's electronic consciousness manifested as strings of wildly beating code, wandering within the Motherboard.

"Zola Algorithm."

Lynn pondered the word in his mind, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Then, the scene from the memory zoomed in. Crossbones stood straight behind Pierce.

The current leader of Hydra was holding a glass of Bourbon Whiskey, his eyes fixed on the Holographic Globe in front of him with a fanatical gaze.

"For absolute order, someone must make a sacrifice." Pierce took a sip of his drink, his voice brimming with an arrogant sense of control. "Bank records, medical records, voting intentions, even an email... Zola Algorithm can read everyone's past and thus predict their future."

The globe began to spin rapidly.

"As long as they pose a threat to Hydra's new order, once these three Helicarrier launch into suborbital space..." Pierce gripped his glass tightly, the ice clinking against the glass, "They could wipe millions of people off the face of the earth in a minute."

As he finished speaking, countless red dots lit up on the Holographic Globe like a plague.

New York, Washington, D.C., London, Tokyo...

Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Tony Stark...

Names flashed across the Kill List, turning into cold, hard data.

And at the very top of this long list.

Lynn's name was conspicuously marked in an extremely deep red, representing the highest threat! The blinding red light flashed wildly in the Mental Dimension, as if in provocation.

"Predicting the future?"

Lynn's consciousness let out a silent, cold laugh.

Even the Deity of the Time Variance Authority, who control the Sacred Timeline, cannot lock onto him, the sole variable in the Multiverse. How dare this mere electronic ghost trapped in a silicon Chip, relying on a bunch of crude data models, attempt to calculate his fate?

"He wants to kill you."

Jean Grey's consciousness went berserk in an instant.

A burst of Dark Gold Phoenix Force exploded in her mental sea, the terrifying heat nearly burning the fragments of Crossbones ' memories to ashes. She let out a violent screech within the Mind Link, even attempting to use her telekinesis to bypass Lynn's will and directly crush Pierce in the scene, "I'm going to rip this old bastard's brain out and roast it in the fire for ten thousand years!"

"Shut up, you red-haired bitch, this is none of your business to bark."

Wanda's Chaos Magic transformed into Scarlet chains, mercilessly dispersing the Phoenix fire that was closing in on Lynn. Her voice was chillingly morbid, and the Scarlet energy directly overwrote the Kill List, forcibly erasing Lynn's name and replacing it with the gruesome image of Pierce being torn to pieces.

"Is the master's name worthy of being written on a list by such filthy worms? I'll crush those three wrecked ships, along with that old bastard, into a pile of scrap metal!"

Hela did not speak.

But the edge of the Mental Dimension had been completely frozen by the deathly intent she was exuding. The Night Sky Sword, condensed from pure Death Energy, was already humming thirstily in her consciousness. In the memory, she directly used Death Energy to simulate the tragic scene of three Helicarriers being cut in half and falling from the sky into fireballs, thus silently taking credit for Lynn's work.

Faced with the three women's fury and infighting as they fought to protect their master, Lynn simply sat on his Throne, coldly observing everything.

A century of incubation.

Infiltrating S.H.I.E.L.D..

It cost hundreds of billions of dollars.

In Pierce's and Hydra's eyes, this was their ultimate trump card for turning the tide, a supreme power capable of ruling the world. They thought they had hidden it perfectly, and that the whole world was under their control.

But under Lynn's God-like perspective, this grand scheme seemed utterly ridiculous, like a transparent joke.

"You think you can establish a new order with just a few large-caliber cannons?"

Lynn tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the Throne, letting out a very soft chuckle.

The arrogance of mortals is always built on ignorance. They simply do not understand what kind of being they are facing.

Lynn looked away from the top -Top Secret list.

He felt no anger whatsoever, nor did he harbor any maternal instinct to save those millions. Instead, a pure, exhilarating sense of triumph, like a chess player seeing a magnificent stage, spread through his chest.

"Whoosh--"

The Mind Link was unilaterally and brutally severed by Lynn.

In reality.

Beneath the Baxter Building, in the Negative Zone Prison.

Lynn slowly opened his eyes.

His deep black eyes held no emotion, only absolute rationality and coldness.

He lowered his head and glanced at Crossbones, who lay sprawled in a pool of blood, his limbs useless. This once invincible commander of S.H.I.E.L.D..'s Rapid Response Special Forces was now like a lump of rotten flesh. After Lynn forcibly drained his deepest memories, Crossbones ' pupils had completely dilated, and he was unconsciously foaming at the mouth, unable to express even the last trace of fear.

"The value of the garbage has been completely extracted."

Lynn coldly withdrew his gaze, as if looking at a stone on the side of the road.

Below the steps, Hela, Wanda, and Jean Grey simultaneously awoke from the lingering effects of their shared spiritual connection.

Sweat streamed down Qin's pale cheeks, dripping onto the cracked Vibranium floor and splashing into tiny droplets; Wanda's hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, drawing sharp blood; Hela's breath carried a chilling coldness, causing a thin layer of frost to condense in the surrounding air.

The scene they just witnessed in the Mental Dimension has completely ignited the killing intent of these three Skyfather-level women.

They stared intently at Lynn's boot tips, like three chained dogs ready to pounce on their prey. At Lynn's command, they would not hesitate to burst out of the Negative Zone, cross hundreds of kilometers, and tear the Triskelion and Pierce to shreds.

Lynn leaned back on the Bone Throne, looking down at them from above.

His brain was working at lightning speed.

Nick Fury, that suspicious old fox, must have noticed the anomaly beneath the Triskelion after witnessing the live death broadcast. The purge and counterattack within S.H.I.E.L.D.. is bound to erupt sooner than expected.

In a state of extreme panic, Alexander Pierce had no choice but to resort to desperate measures and forcibly launch the not-yet-fully-prepared Project Insight.

This is exactly what Lynn wanted.

A chaotic and brutal battle, a perfect test to examine and completely tame these three women.

"Three heavy Helicarrier, the lives of millions..."

Lynn murmured softly, his voice echoing in the empty, deathly silent prison, carrying a devilish allure.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his right hand.

Faced with a terrifying weapon capable of destroying half of United States, Lynn not only did not issue any orders to stop it, but instead slowly stretched the corners of his mouth, revealing an extremely cruel smile.

"Wouldn't it be a waste of Pierce's efforts to just quietly strangle them like this?"

Lynn's gaze swept over the three women's instantly tense bodies, as if he were looking at three killing weapons about to take the stage.

"Such a great stage, it was smashed before the show even started, what a disappointment."

He stood up, his black military boots making a dull thud as they stepped onto the Vibranium ruins.

"I bestow this toy upon you."