The Prowler arrives to hunt Ghost-Spider

The heavy metal combat boots smashed through the Special Alloy floor, and a network of cracks spread wildly in all directions.

The towering, purplish-black armored structure stood like an iron tower in the center of the Main Control Room. The pungent smell of burning engine oil instantly drowned out the aroma of whiskey flowing across the floor.

The Prowler.

Number Earth-1610's top bounty hunter. His expensive War Armor was shrouded in a dark purple aura of energy, and the miniature missile launchers on his shoulders were fully deployed.

"Target locked." A harsh, synthesized electronic voice came from beneath the mask, devoid of any warmth, "Variant, your crossover journey has come to an end."

Two Scarlet electronic eyes stared intently at Gwen Stacy, who was being held in Lynn's arms.

Gwen Stacy's body trembled violently. The repulsion reaction that had just crossed the universe had exhausted all her strength, and she was so weak that she could barely lift a finger. But upon hearing that familiar voice, the obsession and ferocity in her eyes surged up again.

"Don't touch him..." Gwen Stacy gritted her teeth, blood seeping from her pale lips. She struggled to push Lynn away, using her broken body to shield the purplish-black monster.

Lynn did not let go.

He looked down at the crazy girl in his arms, who could barely stand but was baring her teeth like a little she-wolf guarding her food, and a helpless smile appeared on his lips.

He put one arm around Gwen Stacy's waist, and with the other hand pulled down the black Gwen Stacy coat hanging on the back of the chair, covering her head and completely obscuring her face, which was contorted with pain.

"Close your eyes and count to ten." Lynn's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable domineering authority.

"But he--"

"Count them," Lynn interrupted her.

Gwen Stacy paused for a moment. Through the thick fabric of the trench coat, she could smell the faint scent of tobacco and Bourbon Whiskey on Lynn. That feeling of absolute security instantly soothed the trembling in her nerve endings. She obediently buried her face in Lynn's chest, her hands gripping the hem of his shirt tightly.

"One..." Gwen Stacy's voice came out in a muffled tone.

The Prowler watched this scene unfold, the breathing light beneath its mask flashing a dangerous red light.

The tactical visor inside the helmet is scanning rapidly.

[Target 1: Gwen Stacy Stacy. Status: Extremely weak, no threat.]

[Target 2: Unknown male. Heart rate: 65 beats/min. Muscle density: High. Superpower reaction: None. Threat level: Very low.]

An ordinary human being without mutated Genes or energy fluctuations.

The Prowler snorted coldly. The plasma generator on its wrist hummed, and a dark purple light blade, a meter long, shot out. The intense heat instantly distorted the surrounding air.

"Get out of the way, civilian." The Prowler raised his light blade, pointing it at Lynn's forehead. "Or turn to charcoal with her."

Lynn did not take a single step back.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, but slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and stretched his neck. The bones cracked together with a few crisp popping sounds.

In his mind, the Top-tier Spider-Sense was pounding wildly, projecting the stress points of every joint on the Prowler armor and the path of every power pipe onto his retina with unparalleled clarity.

Lynn was well aware of her current situation.

In the special care isolation pod fifty meters away, Wanda was fast asleep. Her Chaos Yandere territorial consciousness had been twisted to the extreme. If even the slightest magical fluctuation or the slightest collision of Higher-Dimensional Energy were to leak out of this room, Wanda would be instantly awakened.

When the time comes, it won't just be this idiot in the purplish-black metal suit that gets torn to shreds; the entire New York State will be razed to the ground by the Scarlet Storm.

Chaos Magic cannot be used.

Invisible Force Field cannot be used.

Even making too much noise is not allowed.

"System, cut off all energy leakage from my body," Lynn coldly commanded in his mind.

[Command confirmed. Energy shielding activated.]

Lynn raised his head, his deep eyes revealing a chilling coldness, as if he were looking at a dead man.

You dirtied my floor.

Before the words were even finished, the Prowler had already lost patience.

"Court death!"

The purplish-black armor unleashed astonishing power, its heavy metal body resembling a rampaging heavy tank, wielding a plasma blade as it slashed horizontally towards Lynn's neck.

The light blade cut through the air with a sharp screech.

"Two..." Gwen Stacy murmured the second number, her voice trembling beneath her trench coat.

The light blade was less than five centimeters from Lynn's nose, and the intense heat even scorched a wisp of hair on his forehead.

In that instant, Lynn moved.

There was no flashy magic, no dazzling light and shadow. Only pure, extreme physical explosion.

The muscle groups, a fusion of the Super-Soldier Serum and the Spider Physiology, contracted and exploded in a fraction of a second. Lynn's body shifted backward half an inch at a bizarre angle that completely defied ergonomics, and the plasma blade narrowly grazed his shirt collar, severing a few strands of his flying hair.

The Prowler its target, and the electronic eye abruptly retracted.

Before he could activate the armor's balancing system, Lynn's left foot, like a venomous snake, silently struck a seam in the armor behind the Prowler's right knee.

"Bang!"

A dull thud resounded. The Red Room's top-tier killing technique, combined with the power of the Super-Soldier Serum, directly destroyed the hydraulic transmission shaft of the armored knee.

The Prowler's tall body tilted uncontrollably to the right.

"Warning! Right leg power output reduced by 40%!" A piercing alarm sounded inside the helmet.

The Prowler was horrified. How could this ordinary person, who didn't even show any energy fluctuations, possess such terrifying reaction speed and strength?!

He roared, and the thrusters on his back suddenly spewed out blue flames in an attempt to create distance. At the same time, he raised his left arm, and three miniature high-explosive tracking missiles were launched from the launch pod, heading straight for Lynn's face.

If these three miniature bombs were to explode, the entire Main Control Room would be blown up.

A cold glint flashed in Lynn's eyes.

Want to distance yourself? Dream on.

Lynn touched the ground with his toes and leaped out like a cheetah, so fast that he left a blurry afterimage in the air.

The Spider-Sense accurately captured the flight trajectories of the three miniature missiles.

Instead of retreating, Lynn advanced, his right hand flashing out like lightning. His five fingers drew a strange arc in mid-air, actually striking the missile body from the side.

The control of force is exquisite.

The three missiles were instantly deflected, grazing Lynn's shoulder before striking the half-meter-thick Vibranium blast wall behind him with three muffled thuds, but without exploding.

The fuse was crushed by Lynn's fingers the instant he struck it.

"Three..." Gwen Stacy's countdown remained steady.

The Prowler stared in shock at the tracking missile, which had been neutralized by his bare hands. This was something no human could possibly do!

"What kind of monster are you?!" the Prowler roared, its plasma blade swelling once more, transforming into a purple light screen in an attempt to force Lynn back.

Lynn completely ignored his shouting.

He crept up along the edge of the light blade and crashed directly into the Prowler's arms.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull thuds of each punch landing were like a resounding war drumbeat. Lynn's fists unleashed a storm of blows, each strike hitting the Prowler's weak points with pinpoint accuracy: the neck link, the power pipes under the armpits, the ventilation gaps in the chest armor...

Without the aid of magic, Lynn used the most primitive and violent methods to dismantle this high-tech armor.

The Prowler was forced into a retreat, sparks flying from his armor, and alarms blaring. His prized fighting skills were like those of a toddler learning to walk in front of this man; every move was anticipated, and every counterattack was mercilessly crushed.

"Warning! Armor integrity reduced to 60%!"

Warning! Life Support System compromised!

The Prowler panicked completely. He realized that if he continued to fight in close combat, he would be beaten into a pile of scrap metal by this monster without superpowers.

"You forced me to do this!"

The Prowler bit its tongue hard, using the armor's neural connection system to forcibly activate the ultimate weapon hidden in its chest—the wide-area infrasonic oscillator.

A visible, transparent ripple spread out from his chest.

This infrasound will not damage the building structure, but it can instantly shatter the internal organs of all living things within a one-kilometer radius. Even more deadly is that this extremely penetrating sound wave will definitely penetrate the isolation chamber and awaken Wanda inside!

Lynn's expression finally changed.

His gaze instantly turned icy cold.

"Court death."

Lynn stopped his attack, making no attempt to stop the infrasound from spreading. He grabbed the heavy metal ashtray on the Control Console, and without even looking at it, slammed it hard into the upper right corner of the wall.

"Clang!"

Sparks flew. The central electrical distribution box of the entire Eden underground base was smashed to pieces.

The lights in the Main Control Room went out instantly.

The exhaust fan stopped spinning.

Holographic Projection has completely disappeared.

Endless darkness descended as if it were a tangible reality.

The infrasonic oscillator on the Prowler's chest had just lit up with a charging light when the base's power grid suddenly collapsed, causing a violent clash in the energy field outside the armor. With a "sizzle," it short-circuited completely.

In the darkness, the Prowler gasped for breath in terror.

He immediately activated the helmet's night vision and thermal imaging scanning.

In the green expanse, there was nothing but a mess of metal wreckage.

The man in the shirt and the girl wrapped in the trench coat vanished into thin air.

The Thermal Imager showed no temperature readings. They seemed to have melted into the darkness.

"Get out here! I know you're here!" The Prowler leaned against the cold wall, his plasma blade flailing futilely in the darkness, his voice filled with undisguised fear.

"Four..."

Gwen Stacy's voice came from all directions, as if whispering against the Prowler's eardrums, or as if echoing in the distant sky.

The Prowler suddenly turned around, its light blade slashing at the air to its left.

Failed.

Just then, a cold hand unexpectedly landed on the Prowler's right shoulder armor.

The hand was devoid of warmth, yet it carried a suffocating sense of oppression, forcefully pressing down the hydraulic shaft on the Prowler's shoulder.

In the darkness, Lynn's voice rang out against the Prowler's neck armor, a hoarse tone tinged with mockery.

"Can your night vision goggles see Death?"