The Asset Transfer's Behind-the-Scenes Maneuvers and the Department of Technology's Chaotic Data
That grand roar, originating from a higher Dimension, did not penetrate the eardrums, but exploded directly in the depths of everyone's consciousness.
Time Reset Weapon.
These few words alone were enough to freeze the air that had just relaxed in the White Bone Hall back into iron.
Wanda's Holographic Image flickered violently, her face filled with unprecedented panic. On the tactical screen, the hourglass symbol made of golden quicksand and sharp swords, like a final judgment mark, was firmly nailed to the coordinates of the "White Bone Hall".
Hela instinctively gripped the hilt of the sword at her waist, and the dark green Death Force uncontrollably emanated from it.
Even she felt that irresistible, absolute suppression emanating from the rules.
"Boss, the other side has locked down the Temporal Coordinates of the White Bone Hall, we..." Wanda's voice trembled slightly.
Lynn's gaze slowly shifted from the line of Scarlet text.
His face showed neither the shock nor anger that everyone had expected; it was unusually calm.
They dare not.
Lynn spoke, his voice not loud, yet it miraculously calmed the panic in the hall somewhat.
"Resetting the start time and erasing a registered and legitimate Management Committee headquarters is tantamount to tearing a hole in the fundamental law of the Coordination Committee. Ravonna cannot afford this, nor can those behind her."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.
"This is just a deterrent. A gun pointed at our heads, forcing us to panic."
Gwen Stacy, standing to the side, quickly grasped Lynn's intention and added, "The Director means that the other side is betting that we will make operational mistakes out of fear, or that we will choose to break out at armed force. That way, they can solidify the charge of 'armed resistance against law enforcement' and turn intimidation into legitimate 'repression'."
"That's right." Lynn's gaze finally landed on Wanda.
"Is the physical port we just saved still usable?"
Wanda nodded immediately. "Okay. The maintenance program for A-7 Port has been initiated. During the program's duration, it has temporary highest physical shielding privileges, which can block the ' Adjudicators's ' locking scan."
"Very good." Lynn spoke slowly, but every word carried undeniable weight.
"Now, everyone, listen to my command."
"The Technology Integration Department shall immediately divest all core assets under the Management Committee's name through A-7 Port."
"Jean." Lynn turned to the Holographic Projection on the other side, where Jean Grey, who had stayed behind at the Mutants Management Committee, was located.
"I need you to use your network to package and disguise all these separated assets. Name it 'Independent Trust Fund under the Mutants Management Committee.'"
Jean Grey's eyes lit up.
This move was nothing short of brilliant. The Mutants Management Committee is an independent body registered with the Coordination Committee, and its internal asset operations enjoy a high degree of autonomy and confidentiality. By "trusting" the assets of the Negative Zone to the Mutants, it is equivalent to giving this huge amount of assets a legal cloak of invisibility within the rules.
"I understand," Jean Grey replied in a deep voice.
"Wanda." Lynn's gaze returned.
"Just having the outer shell isn't enough. I need you to modify the underlying timestamps for all the accounts."
Wanda paused for a moment, then understood Lynn's intention.
If Qin's job is to change the owner of an asset, then her job is to forge a brand new, clean "birth certificate" for that asset, making it belong to this new owner from the very beginning.
This was a flawless Asset Transfer right under the other party's nose.
"Everyone, move out immediately," Lynn gave the final order.
"Yes!"
The atmosphere in the White Bone Hall instantly shifted from the oppressive feeling of being judged to an extreme operation in a race against time.
No one looked at the hourglass hanging above the screen anymore.
Everyone knew that Lynn's judgment was correct. That was just Ravonna's last card after she had torn off all pretenses, a card that even she herself dared not play lightly.
Inside the core computer room of the Technology Integration Department.
Wanda stood before the central control console, her eyes slightly closed. The Scarlet Chaos Magic energy was no longer a raging hurricane, but transformed into billions of red threads finer than a strand of hair, flowing from her fingertips and silently seeping into the massive server cluster beneath her feet.
On the light screen, data modules representing the core assets of the Negative Zone are being peeled off and packaged in whole pieces.
Meanwhile, far away on the Krakoa Island, Jean Grey sat cross-legged on the base of the "Cerebro." Her immense Psychic Power, like an invisible giant net, enveloped the entire Data Stream of A-7 Port.
Every stripped asset data packet is gently enveloped by this massive mental network the moment it passes through the port. The outer identification code, ownership identifier, and permission tag of the data packet are all quietly rewritten in a way that transcends conventional computing.
"Erik's Variant population data has been stripped."
"The Vibranium arsenal reserves have been divested."
"The ownership certificate for the Interdimensional Channel Line Three has been successfully stripped."
The technicians' report was calm and swift.
The entire process was eerily quiet. There were no violent energy fluctuations, no earth-shattering sounds. It was a clandestine operation taking place at the level of data and concepts.
Lynn stood before the Throne in the White Bone Hall, quietly watching the progress bar scrolling on the main screen.
His hand rested casually on the armrest, but his knuckles were slightly white from the force he was applying.
He knew how risky this move was.
If any link in the chain goes wrong and the other party gains leverage, the "sword of time" hanging over our heads could fall at any moment.
"Reporting to the Director!" a communications officer's voice suddenly rang out, "The Audit Team... Special Envoy Ravonna has left the guesthouse and is heading towards the Core Data Center with her people!"
They've arrived.
Lynn didn't even lift her eyelids.
The other side was clearly getting restless. The deterrent effect of the Time Reset Weapon hadn't thrown the Negative Zone into disarray. Now, Ravonna was going to personally intervene, attempting to stop this Asset Transfer —which she couldn't see but could sense—on a physical level.
Gwen Stacy.
"Exist."
"Take the Legal Department people and 'meet' her at the data center entrance." Lynn's voice was as cold as ice. "The reason is still that disclaimer. Tell her that before she signs it, she and her team have no right to enter any area with a security clearance of Class A or higher."
"Use the program to keep her firmly outside the door."
"Understood." Gwen Stacy turned and quickly walked away.
Time passed, second by second.
On the main screen, the progress bar for the asset divestiture has finally reached its end.
"Director, all core assets have been divested, and the initial disguise of the 'trust fund' has been completed," Jean Grey's voice came through.
Only one step remains.
Lynn's gaze shifted to Wanda's Holographic Projection.
Wanda's face was somewhat pale, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Modifying the underlying timestamps of all the accounts of a huge organization requires astronomical amounts of computation and mental exertion.
Wanda?
"... the last one percent." Wanda's voice was weak, but incredibly firm.
Her eyes snapped open, a Scarlet light flashing across them.
"It's finished."
The moment the words fell, all the numbers on the massive report in the center of the main screen of the White Bone Hall, which originally represented the total assets and liabilities of the Negative Zone, were instantly cleared to zero.
Instead, a concise system message appears.
[Account: Negative Zone Management Committee. Status: Newly established organization, accounts are blank.]
It's done.
Everyone held their breath.
That massive debt of 300 billion Energy Unit, enough to crush any power, along with all the core assets of the Negative Zone, vanished right under the nose of the rules.
They became a ghost called the "Mutants Independent Trust Fund," existing outside the Coordination Committee's oversight system.
Lynn's tense body finally relaxed a little.
He slowly sat back on his Throne and exhaled a long breath.
Without bloodshed.
This is the most skillful way to balance accounts.
However, he didn't even have time to enjoy this moment of peace.
A Liaison Office officer rushed in, carrying a Data Pad.
"Director, Director Gwen asked me to give this to you."
The officer handed over the Data Pad.
Lynn took it, and the light screen lit up.
It was a red official letter, freshly issued by the Coordination Committee's Inspectorate Office, bearing the highest priority seal.
The content is very simple.
The following morning, Special Envoy Ravonna Renslayer forcibly convened an asset inquiry hearing.
The Negative Zone Management Committee Director, Lynn, is required to provide a reasonable explanation in front of all Audit Team members and the invited Multiverse Overwatchers for the unusual situation of the Management Committee's "accounts being emptied overnight."