Tracing procedural violations for evidence, the Liaison Office's cross-dimensional appeal

Three minutes later, the door to the Small Conference Room No. 3 of the Negative Zone Management Committee was silently pushed open.

Gwen Stacy Stacy walked in, carrying an encrypted tactical tablet. Her steps were quick but silent, her face as calm as ever.

Next up was Wanda, who seemed to have just come from the Technology Division's server room, still carrying the cool, metallic scent unique to equipment running at high speed.

Finally, there's Sylvie.

She followed behind Wanda, maintaining a subtle distance. The previous nonchalance in her eyes was gone, replaced by a caution and focus that came from being drawn into a larger machine.

Lynn sat in the main seat, not looking at them, her gaze fixed on the empty table in front of her.

"They've all arrived."

He spoke, his voice not loud, yet it made the air in the entire conference room freeze.

"To make a long story short," Lynn looked up, his gaze first falling on Sylvie. "Advisor Sylvie, regarding the 'lower-level maintenance key' you mentioned earlier, I now need you to use it to obtain evidence for us."

Sylvie stood ramrod straight.

What evidence?

"TVA executives, all backend logs showing procedural violations during the issuance of this ' Omnidirectional Pruning Order '." Lynn's tone was flat and straightforward, as if he were assigning a routine data compilation task.

"I need a clean, unalterable original document that can be used directly as evidence in court."

Sylvie's pupils contracted slightly. She hadn't expected Lynn's counterattack to be so direct and so precise, hitting TVA right where it hurt.

"I need Highest Access Privileges operating environment and absolute physical isolation," she immediately stated her professional requirements. "The tracing process will trigger the highest-level silent alarm in the TVA backend, and I need computing power to block and forge my operation path."

Lynn's gaze shifted to Wanda.

Comrade Wanda.

"Exist."

"Technology Integration Department, fully cooperate with Advisor Sylvie's evidence collection work," Lynn instructed. "Activate the highest level of Confidentiality Agreement of the ' Red Room ' to provide an absolutely secure 'data isolation zone' for this operation. All computing power should be allocated with priority."

"Understood," Wanda replied succinctly.

She glanced at Sylvie, her eyes devoid of emotion, only displaying a purely technical scrutiny, as if assessing an external device about to be connected to the Core Server.

"Comrade Gwen Stacy." Lynn's gaze finally landed on Gwen Stacy.

"Director."

"Once the Department of Technology obtains the evidence, the Liaison Office will immediately draft two official letters." Lynn's fingers tapped lightly on the table, as if setting the pace for the next action.

The first copy was sent to the TVA Discipline and Inspection Commission.

"The second copy is being sent simultaneously to the Multiverse Coordination Bureau."

Gwen Stacy's eyes lit up; she instantly understood Lynn's intention. This was to expose the matter completely, giving the other party no chance to resolve it internally or privately.

"The core content of the letter," Lynn continued, "Is, on behalf of the Negative Zone Management Committee, lodging the most solemn 'cross -Dimension protest' against the serious procedural violations, abuse of power, and significant threats to the security of the Special Zone's assets by some senior leaders of TVA in their recent work."

"We want to turn this defensive battle into an administrative lawsuit against their top leadership."

"Use their rules to slap them in the face."

Gwen Stacy's fingers were already flying across the tactical tablet, and a document titled "Draft of Appeal Requesting an Investigation into Alleged Procedural Violations by Certain Senior Executives of TVA" was quickly created.

"I understand." Gwen Stacy nodded. "Make sure every word complies with the Coordination Bureau's code of conduct."

"Go ahead and do it," Lynn waved her hand.

The meeting has adjourned.

The whole process took less than five minutes.

The atmosphere in the core computer room of the Technology Integration Department was extremely tense.

This place is completely enveloped by a layer of flowing Scarlet Energy, isolating it from all information exchange between the inside and outside.

Sylvie sat in front of a standalone console, her fingers dancing across the Virtual Keyboard so fast they almost left afterimages. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

On the enormous light screen before her, countless lines of eerie green code flowed like a waterfall, and deep within it was a constantly rotating, incomprehensibly complex three-dimensional Star Map —the backend interface of the Temporal Loom.

Wanda stood not far behind her, eyes closed, arms outstretched.

She precisely controlled the immense Chaos Magic, part of which transformed into an indestructible "Data Firewall," conceptually "exposing" the entire server room; the other part transformed into an endless torrent of computing power, continuously flowing into the terminal that Sylvie was operating, supporting her high-intensity penetration of the underlying layers.

"Found it, their ' Three-Reading Procedure ' log repository." Sylvie's voice was a little hoarse. "There are thirteen locks, the last one is conceptual."

"I'll go," Wanda's voice rang out.

She didn't even open her eyes; only the Scarlet Energy behind her surged violently.

On the light screen, the golden chain representing the final Bastion, composed of pure order, Oblivion silently the moment it came into contact with the Scarlet Energy, as if melting away like ice and snow.

The entrance to the log repository suddenly opened wide.

Sylvie took a deep breath and quickly retrieved all the highest-priority meeting minutes from the past seventy-two hours.

A blank page.

There is no record of discussion, voting, or final signing regarding the initiation of a "Omnidirectional Pruning Order" on Negative Zone.

"Screenshot it, solidify the chain of evidence," Sylvie in a low voice, her hands moving even faster.

She skillfully bypassed the usual access path and used the key to forcibly enter the system instruction log at the lowest level of the knitting machine.

A line of golden instructions, conveying an unquestionable will, appeared prominently at the top of the screen.

[Instruction Source: He Who Remains (Highest Access Privileges, Overstepping Authority). Instruction Content: Perform a global pruning on the "Negative Zone" Temporal Coordinates (E-138). Execution Method: Bypass the court's Three-Reading Procedure and issue the order directly.]

This is irrefutable evidence.

An irrefutable piece of evidence of procedural irregularities that could ruin TVA's top management.

"Done." Sylvie leaned back in her chair, feeling as if all her strength had been drained away.

She sent this evidence package, which was heavily encrypted and included a complete record of the operation path, to Gwen Stacy's terminal.

Almost simultaneously, in the White Bone Hall.

On the light screen in front of Lynn, Gwen Stacy's image lit up.

"Director, the evidence has been received, and the official letter has been drafted according to the Contingency Plan. Please review it."

On the screen, a meticulously worded and watertight official letter appeared.

The entire document contained not a single emotional word, consisting entirely of cold legal statutes and procedural citations. The official letter stated the fact that the Negative Zone had been attacked by "unknown time ripples" in an extremely calm manner, and attached screenshots of backend logs that Sylvie had just obtained, showing that TVA's senior management had overstepped their authority.

At the end of the letter, the Negative Zone Management Committee Liaison Office, in accordance with Article 72 of the Basic Law of the Multiverse Coordination Mechanism and Article 19 of the TVA Internal Discipline Inspection Regulations, formally requests the two organizations to immediately establish Joint Investigation Team to seriously investigate and punish the "dereliction of duty" and "abuse of power" of the TVA Originalist Faction seniors.

"Okay." Lynn only said two words.

"Send."

"Yes."

Two identical encrypted official letters, transformed into two untraceable Data Stream, were sent to the highest complaint portals of the TVA Disciplinary Committee and the Multiverse Coordination Bureau, respectively.

After doing all this, Lynn picked up the teacup beside her and found that the tea had long since gone cold.

He put down his teacup and quietly watched the light screen.

He's waiting.

Wait for the other party's reaction.

However, the anticipated angry backlash or emergency public relations response from TVA did not materialize.

The entire system was deathly silent.

It was as if those two official letters, which were enough to stir up a huge wave, had sunk without a trace.

This unusual calm only made the atmosphere more tense.

Just then, the highest alarm in the White Bone Hall sounded once again. But this time, it wasn't a sharp buzzing signaling an attack, but a low, continuous hum.

A Technician's report instantly Lynn Lynn's private channel, his voice filled with incomprehensible confusion.

"Reporting, Director! Our long-range Spatial Detection Matrix has detected a high-energy biological reaction in the void zone outside our jurisdiction!"

"The target's energy readings... are increasing exponentially, and its form... is undetectable by our database!"

"It's not any known official unit or armed vehicle; it's more like... more like a living thing."

Lynn's gaze sharpened instantly.

He knew that when the rules at the card table were broken, the party that overturned the table would often choose the most unscrupulous, yet most direct, means.

When internal methods failed, they resorted to underhanded tactics outside the system.