Physical disconnection on a conceptual level, the compliant acquisition of Ultron's offshoot

The blood-red countdown numbers were branded onto the main screen like a hot iron.

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[6]

In the office, even the piercing alarm seemed to be swallowed up by the silent numbers. The air was still, filled with a tense, almost unbearable tension.

The color drained from Wanda's face, and the Chaos Energy at her fingertips surged wildly, yet she had nowhere to exert its power. She could tear space apart and rewrite reality, but she couldn't stop a pre-programmed, purely physical detonation.

"It's Antimatter Oblivion." Her voice was hoarse, with a tremor she herself didn't even notice. "Magic can't interfere, and Psychic Power can't stop it. It will wipe out the entire data center, along with this space."

Over the communication channel, Hela's image stabilized, her voice as cold as frost. "Give me the coordinates, Lynn. I'll use the full firepower of the Undead Fleet to erase that area from our consciousness."

This is the most direct and also the most drastic solution. But the cost is the entire Department of Department of Technology's data center, along with the invaluable spoils that were just captured.

Lynn did not answer.

His gaze didn't even linger on the flashing blood-red number.

He simply raised his hand and tapped lightly on the control interface of his Private Terminal.

No one saw the movement, but everyone in the office sensed something was amiss. The faint spatial tremor caused by the activation of antimatter suddenly vanished. The entire White Bone Hall seemed to be firmly held down by an invisible hand, as stable as an ancient rock.

[Dimension Anchor] have been activated.

Lynn's gaze shifted to the Holographic Projection of Gwen Stacy, the Liaison Office Chief.

"Director Gwen Stacy."

His voice remained calm, a calmness that seemed extremely incongruous against the backdrop of the doomsday countdown.

"Yes," Gwen Stacy replied immediately, her projection flickering slightly with tension.

"Execute the 'logging' Contingency Plan."

Gwen Stacy paused for a moment, but then reacted, a resolute glint in her eyes.

"Yes, Director."

The Holographic Projection vanished instantly.

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In the office, everyone held their breath, looking at Lynn in bewilderment. The Lumberjack Protocol, the most basic and rudimentary emergency plan set up when the Management Committee was first established to deal with extreme physical disasters, had been almost forgotten by everyone.

Just then, a muffled, loud bang came from the direction of the Department of Technology's data center.

It wasn't an energy explosion, but a physical explosion.

The Highest Access Privileges explosion-proof door of the data center was forcibly broken open from the outside by Special Operations Team using directional cutting explosives.

Amidst the billowing smoke, Gwen Stacy, clad in a black, tight-fitting combat suit and wielding a Pulse Pistol, was the first to charge in. Behind her followed a team of equally heavily armed special forces members.

They did not carry any high-tech energy weapons.

The lead member, a burly man, carried a massive, ruggedly designed battle axe that gleamed with a cold metallic light on his shoulder. The axe blade was jet black and did not reflect any light; it was a physical demolition tool forged from Wakanda's Vibranium.

"Target, Zero Isolation Server!" Gwen Stacy's voice came clearly through the encrypted channel into Lynn's office. "Repeat, target, Zero Isolation Server!"

Ignoring the server arrays flashing countless red alerts around them, the work team rushed straight towards the isolated server island enveloped in a cage of Chaos Magic.

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Wanda's pupils contracted sharply.

She understood.

When the most advanced magic, Psychic Power, and conceptual weapons proved ineffective, Lynn chose the simplest and most effective method.

Physical disconnection of the wire.

"Clear the path!" Gwen Stacy ordered.

With a low growl, the team member carrying the Vibranium Battle Axe bulged his arm muscles and swung the giant axe, fiercely cleaving the thick Composite Cable connecting the server island to the main base.

"Clang--!"

A piercing metallic snapping sound rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.

The Energy Trunk Line, which was wrapped in layers of shielding, was severed in response.

Without pausing, the team member swung his axe again.

"Splash!"

Hundreds of optical fibers connecting the Data Bus were cut off cleanly, like fragile stalks of wheat.

One after another.

With a primal roar, the tomahawk carried out the most brutal cutting within the futuristic data center.

[1]

On the main screen, the blood-red number "1" froze for a moment.

Then, the screen flashed, and all the red alerts, countdowns, self-destruct protocol prompts, along with the crimson light representing Ultron, vanished.

The screen went black.

beep--

The continuous alarm suddenly stopped.

The entire Negative Zone fell into a deathly silence.

In the office, the technical supervisor stared blankly at the black main screen, his mouth slightly agape, unable to close it for a long time.

On the communication channel, Hela's image remained silent, her eyes holding a hint of scrutiny.

Wanda's hands, which had been supporting her on the table, had somehow come undone. She looked at Lynn's calm profile, her Scarlet eyes swirling with a complex and unfathomable light.

The crisis is over.

Lynn leaned back in his chair, as if he had just finished processing a routine document. He turned to his office terminal and pulled up a blank template for an Red-Headed Document.

"Director Gwen Stacy."

"Yes, Director." Gwen Stacy's voice came through the Communicator, tinged with a sigh of relief.

"A report on the scene of the damage, get it to my desk within an hour. Also..." Lynn's fingers tapped crisply on the Virtual Keyboard, "... draft a report."

He looked at the title he had personally drafted on the screen and read it aloud in a steady voice.

"Decision regarding the successful acquisition of the ' Unknown High-Risk Program Sample ' and its designation as a strategic asset of the Management Committee."

"This server has been officially designated ' Management Committee Strategic Asset 001 ' and is physically sealed in the highest-level isolation zone of Laboratory Zero. All related data is classified as S-rank Top Secret, and access is restricted to the Director's Office."

He typed the last word and clicked "issue".

A compliant Red-Headed Document is generated instantly and sent to relevant departments for filing.

Thus, this Trojan horse of TVA, this mechanical catastrophe that nearly destroyed everything, was legally and compliantly transformed into Lynn's private property in terms of procedures.

"Director," a Technician's voice suddenly rang out, tinged with confusion and tension, "The diagnostic port for asset 001... is responding."

Lynn's gaze fell on an auxiliary screen on the side used for physical diagnosis.

That screen was connected to an isolated server that had been completely cut off from all internal and external network connections.

On the screen, a line of green characters suddenly jumped up.

It didn't beg for mercy, made any threats, or release any error codes.

It simply typed out a name precisely.

`Lynn.`

Lynn's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

Immediately following that, a second line of green characters appeared below the first line of names.

It was an incredibly complex string of interstellar coordinates, pointing to an unknown depth of the universe that had never been recorded by the Management Committee.

Below the coordinates is a line of cold annotation.

The Multiverse Collapse Protocol has been activated. The source coordinates have been locked.