Psychological warfare in the isolation room, the ultimate reversal of the envoy's trump card

Inside the isolation room, the air was stagnant.

The dynamic image composed of Data Stream on the desktop became the only light source in the entire pure white space.

The ruins of Sokovia, the Scarlet magic, and the figure who faced the thousands of beams of light with his back turned.

Lynn's gaze fell on the lower right corner of the image.

The timestamp ticked tirelessly, next to a TVA Top Secret surveillance emblem that he knew all too well.

His heart felt as if it had been squeezed by an invisible hand, but then it returned to a steady rhythm. His face remained expressionless.

"A special observation report that hasn't been submitted yet." Ravonna's voice broke the silence, soft and carrying just the right amount of pressure. "Its final fate depends on your next decision, Director."

She defined this evidence, which was enough to overturn the entire Negative Zone, as a deal that could be negotiated privately.

Lynn didn't look at her; her gaze remained fixed on the image on the table, as if admiring a work of art that had nothing to do with her.

After a moment, he turned his gaze to Ravonna.

A faint, enigmatic smile even appeared on his face.

"Very interesting historical footage." Lynn began, his tone calm, as if conducting a routine working meeting. "Consultant Ravonna, was this material also part of your previous special investigation into me?"

A crack appeared in the calm on Ravonna's face.

She had anticipated Lynn's shock, anger, or blustering defense, but she hadn't expected this almost indifferent calm.

Lynn's reaction was completely out of character for her carefully crafted script. Instead of arguing about the authenticity of the footage, he casually attributed this deadly threat to her already failed investigation file.

"I think you are well aware of the nature of this report." Ravonna forced herself to steady herself, trying to regain the initiative.

"Of course I know." Lynn nodded, leaning back slightly in his chair, his hands clasped in front of him. It was a scrutinizing posture.

"Ravonna, I've just finished reading your entire resume. TVA's star Judge, a staunch believer in the ' He Who Remains,' a steadfast Defenders of the Sacred Timeline." Lynn spoke slowly, enunciating each word clearly, "A perfect, instrument of the system."

tool.

This word caused Ravonna's pupils to contract almost imperceptibly.

Lynn ignored her subtle reaction and continued, "This footage is extremely valuable. So valuable that if your superiors knew you were hoarding this Top Secret intelligence, which could cause turmoil in the Multiverse, and you didn't report it immediately, according to TVA's Discipline, you would be cut out immediately to prevent future trouble."

His voice was steady, as if he were stating a cold, objective law.

Ravonna's breathing began to quicken.

"But if," Lynn's tone shifted, his gaze sharpening, "They knew you possessed this footage, yet still sent you to my territory, allowing me to arrest you with impunity. What does that tell you?"

He paused, giving Ravonna time to think.

In the isolation room, only the faint sound of energy bursting in the video and Ravonna's increasingly heavy breathing could be heard.

"This shows that they not only want you to disappear, but also want this 'little secret' you carry to disappear from my jurisdiction along with you." Lynn's voice was like a precise Scalpel, dissecting the false appearance layer by layer to reveal the bloody interior.

"A perfect closed loop where there's no way to prove anything."

Ravonna's face visibly paled. Her proud insight into the system was shattered at this moment by the other party's colder and more thorough logic.

"Proctor's Fleet, that draft sanctions, were never meant to save you." Lynn looked at her, a hint of pity in his eyes. "They were meant to put pressure on you, and on me. They'd love for me to succumb to the pressure and secretly execute you. Then, they could raise the banner of justice and, under the pretext of 'investigating the envoy's disappearance,' rightfully raze this place to the ground."

"And you, Ravonna Renslayer, a hero who died in the line of duty. Your file will be filled with beautiful writing."

Every word Lynn said was like a nail, firmly pinning Ravonna to her chair.

She had always thought she held the trump card that could decide Lynn's fate, but now she realized with horror that she had been nothing more than a pawn on the table, someone who could be sacrificed at any moment.

The vast, rigid, and unquestionable system she believed in had already prepared a tombstone for her.

"No... it's impossible..." Her voice was hoarse, trembling without her even realizing it, "' The He Who Remains ' wouldn't..."

"' The He Who Remains '?" Lynn chuckled softly. "Would a Deity sitting at the End of Time, overlooking all living beings, care about the life or death of a single piece? He only cares about the stability of the chessboard. And you, and your image, have become the biggest destabilizing factor on the chessboard."

Lynn stood up, slowly walked to Ravonna's side, and looked down at her.

"You think you're holding a talisman, but actually, it's your death warrant."

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The light in Ravonna's eyes went out completely. That sense of conviction stemming from absolute loyalty to the system collapsed at that moment. She slumped into her chair like a rag doll with all its bones removed.

On the table, the video she had once considered her last resort was still playing on a loop, showing that magnificent death. Now, however, it filled her eyes with endless irony.

Their psychological Defense Line completely collapsed.

Seeing her distraught state, Lynn knew the time had come.

He walked back to his seat and sat down.

"Now, let's talk about your problem." Lynn's tone regained its businesslike calm. "You, and the person behind you. The one who's really eager for you to die, eager for this footage to disappear without a trace."

Ravonna slowly raised her head, staring blankly at Lynn. At the end of despair, the instinct for survival often arises. She understood that the man before her was her only way out.

"Who is it?" Lynn asked.

Ravonna's lips twitched a few times, as if she were making an extremely difficult decision.

After a long while, a name was uttered with difficulty from her chapped lips.

"He is the commander of the ' Minutemen ' Legion."

B-15.