The hunter in the dark, Lynn's physical counterkill

The darkness was as heavy as a solid lead plate, pressing down on every corner of the Main Control Room.

The hand on the Prowler's right shoulder emitted no supernatural energy fluctuations, yet it carried a suffocating sense of oppression. The hydraulic drive shaft creaked under the strain, and the warning red light inside the armor flashed frantically.

"Get out of here!"

The Prowler roared, and a dark purple plasma blade drew a deadly crescent-shaped arc in the darkness, heading straight for Lynn's throat.

This attack was swift and ruthless, a completely instinctive and desperate counterattack.

But Lynn wasn't in the same spot at all.

In the vision of Top-tier Spider-Sense, darkness simply does not exist. The contraction of the Prowler's muscles, the rotation of its armor joints, and even the faint air currents generated when the light blade slashes, all trace incredibly clear three-dimensional trajectories in Lynn's mind.

Lynn leaned back slightly, the Blade grazing his nose, the intense heat singing a few stray hairs.

In the instant he dodged the fatal blow, Lynn's left hand shot out like a viper's tongue, without warning. His five fingers precisely cut into the gap in the armor under the Prowler's right armpit, following the blind spot of the light blade's swing.

That's the only part of this high-tech War Armor that wasn't covered with heavy Titanium Alloy in order to ensure mobility.

"Click."

With a flick of his fingertips, Lynn used the Red Room's top-tier Joint Dislocation Technique, combined with the terrifying power of the Super-Soldier Serum, to crush the nerve cables inside the armor and, incidentally, dislocate the Prowler's shoulder joint.

"Ugh--"

The Prowler let out a scream as its right arm instantly went numb. The plasma blade clattered to the metal floor, its light flickering twice before going out completely.

Darkness once again swallowed everything. Only the strong smell of engine oil and the slightly sweet odor of blood lingered in the air.

"System error! Right arm power completely lost!" The electronic voice inside the helmet mechanically announced the Extremis.

The Prowler gasped for breath, his combat uniform soaked with cold sweat. He frantically activated all the detection equipment on his helmet: infrared, thermal imaging, sonar radar...

The screen was filled with static.

That man masked all biometric features!

"What exactly are you? Mutants? Or some kind of modified monster?" The Prowler leaned against the cold wall, pulling out a spare High-Frequency Vibrating Dagger from his leg with his left hand and waving it wildly in front of him.

He was scared.

In this universe numbered 1610, he had hunted countless superhumans, but he had never seen a monster who relied purely on his body and skill to turn killing into an art. There was no magic's brilliance, no roar of energy, only the precision of every strike drawing blood.

"Monster?"

Lynn's voice came from the left of the Prowler, very soft, with a hint of nonchalant languor.

The Prowler whirled around, his dagger thrusting fiercely towards the source of the sound.

It missed.

"In this world full of crazy women, I'm just an ordinary working person who wants to live a peaceful life."

The voice came again from his right rear.

The Prowler felt a chill run down his spine and abruptly pressed the switch on the miniature Grenade Launcher on his left wrist. He was going to indiscriminately bombard the entire room!

"Click."

A soft click. The grenade did not fire.

The Prowler looked down and, by the faint sparks of electricity leaking from the gaps in the armor, he was horrified to discover that a twisted piece of metal had been shoved into his launch pod, jamming the firing pin.

"By the way, your weapon design is ingenious, but the foolproof mechanism is terrible."

Lynn's voice rang in the Prowler's ears.

This time, he was not allowed to react.

Lynn's right leg, like a steel whip, tore through the air and lashed the Prowler's left knee.

"Bang!"

The sound of armor shattering mingled with the dull thud of bones breaking. The Prowler's massive body lost its balance and collapsed heavily to its knees.

Lynn didn't pause. He knew that Wanda in the next intensive care unit was a very light sleeper, and any loud noise could wake that Chaos, Yandere. Once Wanda woke up and saw this scene, she would definitely turn the whole of New York upside down.

We must act swiftly and decisively.

Lynn lunged forward, grabbing the chin edge of the Prowler's helmet with his left hand and pressing down on the neck joint of the armor with his right.

The Super-Soldier Serum instantly swelled the muscles, and Lynn's arms bulged with veins as he pulled hard.

"Gala--"

With a tearing sound, the Negasonic Teenage Warhead, costing millions of dollars, along with its communication module and Life Support System, was ripped off the armor by Lynn.

The Prowler, now unprotected by his helmet, was exposed to the stale air. His weathered black face was now filled with extreme terror and pain.

Lynn looked down at him, her gaze colder than the Siberia ice fields.

He casually tossed aside his helmet, and with a precise movement of his right hand, he gripped the Prowler's throat, forcefully lifting his burly body off the ground.

"Uh... cough cough..." The Prowler's legs kicked futilely in mid-air, his hands gripping Lynn's arm tightly, trying to pry open the iron-like hand.

But the strength he was so proud of seemed so laughable in front of this man.

In the corner.

Gwen Stacy was completely wrapped up in Lynn's oversized black trench coat.

She couldn't see what was happening in the darkness, but she could clearly hear the sound of bones breaking, the sound of heavy armor being torn apart by bare hands, and smell the increasingly strong scent of blood in the air.

In the past, as the "Ghost-Spider," she would have definitely stopped this cruel killing.

But now, she just curled up inside her trench coat, breathing in the lingering scent of Bourbon Whiskey on the fabric.

Listening to Lynn with her nemesis, who had crossed over from another world to hunt her down, as if she were a bug being crushed, Gwen Stacy felt an uncontrollable, morbid sense of satisfaction welling up inside her.

This is her man.

For her, he could fall from the Clock Tower; for her, he could transform into the coldest demon in the darkness.

As long as I can stay by his side, what does it matter if the world is destroyed?

Gwen Stacy stuck out the tip of her tongue and gently licked the blood from her lips, a fascinated smile playing on her lips.

In the center of the Main Control Room.

The Prowler's struggles grew weaker and weaker. His carotid artery was locked, his brain was severely deprived of oxygen, and his eyes began to roll upwards.

Lynn had no penchant for torturing people. He tightened his grip slightly, preparing to crush the other man's throat and end this farce once and for all.

Just then, a vicious gleam of pleasure flashed in the bloodshot eyes of the Prowler.

He gave up struggling, letting Lynn choke him, a hoarse laugh escaping his throat like a broken bellows.

"Heh... killing me... won't do any good..."

The Prowler coughed up blood and phlegm while staring intently at Lynn, managing to squeeze out a few words intermittently.

"That girl... she's Variant... she can't survive..."

Lynn's fingers paused slightly, and his brow furrowed. The Spider-Sense hadn't given any warning, which meant the Prowler wasn't carrying any hidden bombs.

What is he so proud of?

"What do you want to say?" Lynn asked coldly.

"Cough cough... 1610... Our universe..." The Prowler's lips were stained red with blood, and he forced a smile that was more like a grimace. "It's... beginning to collapse..."

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Lynn's pupils contracted sharply.

"She forcibly crossed boundaries... shattering the balance of Dimension Bastion... Now, the Underlying Logic of Earth-1610 is collapsing... All matter... is Oblivion..."

With each word uttered by the Prowler, a bit of life was lost.

"That universe... is going to be erased... As the core Anchor where that universe was born... she... will also... vanish into nothingness..."

"None of you... can escape..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Lynn's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly exerted force with his five fingers.

"Click."

A crisp sound of breaking neck bones echoed in the darkness. The Prowler's head slumped limply, the malice in its eyes frozen in place, lifeless.

Lynn casually tossed the heavy corpse to the ground.

He didn't look at the dead body on the ground, but instead turned his head sharply to look at the figure in the black trench coat in the corner.

Under the trench coat.

Gwen Stacy's body stiffened.

Even through the thick fabric, every word the Prowler uttered before his death still reached her ears.

Is her world... collapsing?

Because of her selfishness, because she forcibly crossed the universe to find Lynn, billions of lives were Oblivion?

My father's face, Aunt May's smile, that run-down yet nostalgic Queens... is everything turning to nothingness?

A despair more biting than the Siberia cold wind instantly gripped Gwen Stacy's heart.

"No... this isn't real..."

Gwen Stacy abruptly pulled open her trench coat.

In the darkness, her body flickered with that eerie high frequency once more. This time, it wasn't due to the universe's rejection, but because her own Dimension Anchor was collapsing along with the collapse of the Earth-1610!

Large patches of pixelated color peeled off and disappeared on her arms and cheeks.

Her very existence is being forcibly erased by the rules of the Multiverse.

"Lynn..." Gwen Stacy raised her hand, which was already half-transparent, and the obsession in her eyes completely collapsed, leaving only endless fear and self-blame.

Lynn strode forward and pulled her dissipating body tightly into his arms.

In that instant, Lynn's Spider-Sense erupted into an unprecedentedly shrill scream.

This isn't directed at Lynn.

It was directed at the girl in his arms.

The annihilation mechanism of the Multiverse has arrived.