The psychological warfare of old historical files, the Stability Maintenance Office Director's trust

Hela's gaze fell on the line of flashing green characters.

[... Death Energy... Compatibility... Test Report (Fragment)...]

The handwriting was incomplete and fragmented, like a ghost forcibly awakened from a long-decayed grave of data.

Her expression remained unchanged.

But the temperature of the air around her was dropping rapidly in a non-physical way. The frost that had frozen on the walls began to gleam with a dark green sheen at the edges, a sign that the Death Authority was being unconsciously leaked out after being touched.

She didn't move.

The characters on the screen began to scroll, as if an invisible hand was manipulating them.

More fragments were pieced together.

[Test Target: Hela, Executioner Asgard]

[Test Objective: To collect a complete data model of "conceptual death" under the emotional Impact of "pseudo-sacrifice" experienced by the host.]

[Executor: L.]

[Solution Summary: A highly realistic scenario is constructed using a simulator. Executor plays a key role, performing a "death-defying" act in front of the target. At the moment of death, a pre-set micro -Probe is used to non-destructively sample the target's authority energy.]

[Phase 1 (Asgard): Completed. Sample ID: S-01.]

[Evaluation: The target's emotions fluctuated dramatically; data completeness was 98.7%. The Executor's performance was effective, successfully gaining the target's initial trust.]

Each cold, hard word is like a poisoned Scalpel, precisely dissecting memory and then labeling its most precious parts as experimental subjects.

That magnificent sacrifice.

That smile that turned to ashes under the Gungnir.

It turned out to be just a performance for data collection...

Hela's hand clenched silently.

The walls beside her, those sturdy alloys, began to show spiderweb-like black cracks that spread silently across their surface.

Main control center.

Gwen Stacy and Wanda are trapped in the central region.

"A physical barrier, inscribed with Anti-Magic Runes inside." Wanda's fingertips traced the heavy blast door; the Scarlet energy threads Oblivion the instant they touched the door. "An ancient method, but effective."

Gwen Stacy is manipulating the Recording Board, trying to establish external communication, but the screen only shows a continuous static.

"Strong interference; all frequency bands are blocked."

Just then, the screen of an auxiliary control terminal in front of Wanda lit up.

Unlike Hela's screen, this one only displayed a simple red icon, an onion being peeled away layer by layer.

Below the icon is the title of a document.

[Chaos Magic Extraction Protocol (Draft) - LNH-002]

Wanda's pupils contracted slightly.

She extended her finger and tapped the screen. The file opened.

There are no superfluous descriptions, only cold technical jargon and flowcharts.

[Target: Wanda Maximoff]

[Project Purpose: Given the extremely high risk of emotional loss of control among Chaos Magic hosts, this contingency Contingency Plan is formulated to ensure the stability of the Management Committee's jurisdiction and the Multiverse. The aim is to develop a technical solution that can non-destructively separate a target from the Chaos Origin while they are in a state of emotional instability.]

[Core Idea: Utilizing the host's deep emotional dependence on a specific individual (codename: Anchor), the Anchor provides close comfort at crucial moments and implants a specially formulated psychotropic inhibitor, inducing a deep dormancy and creating a window of opportunity for subsequent energy stripping surgery.]

[The sole designated person for the "Anchor": Lynn]

[Signature: Lynn]

The signature was digital, but she recognized the handwriting.

LNH-002.

Lynn's Neutralization Heuristic - 002.

Lynn's Invalidation Heuristic, Second Edition.

It turns out that the encounter in the Sokovia Ruins, that tenderness, that selfless protection, were all just to turn her into a more stable and controllable... energy source.

And he, the "Anchor" she was willing to give everything to protect, was, from the very beginning, a doctor wielding Scalpel.

Be ready at any time to strip away her most precious, and also most painful, power from her alive.

Wanda stared silently at the screen, her face expressionless.

But beside her, the dust particles suspended in the air began to decompose and Oblivion uncontrollably, turning into the most primitive particles.

Her hands were placed at her sides, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

Seven underground floors, a dark room.

Natasha sat quietly in front of the control panel.

The screen in front of her was divided into two windows.

The window on the left displays a violently fluctuating dark green curve, representing the out-of-control index of Death Energy.

The window on the right displays a Scarlet energy cloud pattern, the core of which is flashing wildly at an extremely unstable frequency.

She looked at the two sets of data, a faint yet cruel smile playing on her lips.

No need for a thousand troops, not even a single bullet.

All you need to do is gently prick a needle in the softest, most untouchable place in their hearts.

A poisoned needle called "Truth".

Once trust is broken, it can never be repaired.

She closed the monitoring window and brought up the base's public address system.

Slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, simultaneously projecting an audio clip into two separate areas.

That was Lynn's voice, processed.

"... Data is very important."

"... Any price is worth paying to survive."

These words were extracted, edited, and reassembled from Lynn's past communications records.

Without context, all that remains is the most naked coldness and calculation.

After doing all this, Natasha leaned back in the cold chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

She knew that the chain of trust within the investigation team had broken completely at its root.

Negative Zone, the White Bone Hall.

The Director's Office was completely silent.

Lynn frowned as he looked at the two red alerts that were lit up simultaneously on the floating screen on his desk, indicating extremely abnormal vital signs and energy fluctuations.

One belongs to Hela.

One belongs to Wanda.

Almost simultaneously, both of their conditions deteriorated rapidly, falling below the safe threshold.

Something happened.

He was about to pick up his Communicator to contact Gwen Stacy.

The office door was pushed open silently.

Special consultant Ravonna Renslayer walked in, holding a neatly bound document, a professional and impeccable smile on her face.

"Director," her voice was gentle, "I've drafted a memorandum regarding the Jurisdiction over the Red Room ruins, and I'd like to report it to you in person."