The Blind Spot Program: A Mutant Death Trap for Lynn
Deep beneath the Pentagon lies a Top Secret military prison.
The dim light cast distorted shadows on the damp walls. Nick Fury stood before the one-way bulletproof glass, his single, bloodshot eye fixed on the other side.
There stood a dozen or so huge cylindrical hibernation pods, in which strangely shaped Mutants, covered in tubes, were submerged in green sedative fluid.
William Stryker, the military's radical representative, walked over to Fury, a cigar dangling from his lips, his leather shoes clattering on the metal mesh floor. He exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Fury, you, the S.H.I.E.L.D.. hound who once controlled the dark side of the world, have fallen so low as to come begging to me." Stryker made no attempt to hide the mockery in his tone. "I heard your Triskelion was uprooted?"
Fury ignored this low-level provocation. He turned his head, and the coldness in his single eye was chilling.
"Lynn has obtained the Highest Access Privileges within S.H.I.E.L.D.. Conventional weapons are ineffective against him, and the magical threat assessment is catastrophic." Fury's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against a table. "He's currently taking over Baxter Building. If he fully digests the technological legacy of the Fantastic Four and the funding from Hydra, the Pentagon will be his private garage tomorrow."
Stryker's fingers, holding the cigar, paused slightly, and his brow furrowed.
"Blind Spot Program," Fury uttered, pointing to the hibernation pods across the glass. "These Mutant Extremists you've secretly contained have nothing but destruction and killing in their minds. Throw them into Lynn's backyard. I want to see just how deep this self-proclaimed god-like agent's trump cards really are when faced with pure chaos."
Stryker sneered, "You want to use my men to test that monster's limits? What if these mad dogs get out of control..."
"S.H.I.E.L.D.. is gone. All the blame can be pinned on the remnants of Hydra." Fury interrupted him, his tone ruthless and desperate. "This is our only chance. Before his power fully materializes, we must tear him apart with the most brutal violence."
Stryker paused for two seconds, then walked to the control panel, ripped off the red safety shield, and slammed the release button down.
"Laugh--"
A piercing screech of depressurization echoed through the dark cell. The green sedative fluid inside the hibernation pod was rapidly emptied, and the hatch slowly opened.
Pairs of eyes, filled with violence and bloodlust, lit up one after another in the darkness.
"Go," Fury muttered, watching the awakened Beast, "Turn New York upside down."
Stark Industries Partner Factory, Outskirts of New York.
This is one of Lynn's core strongholds used to launder Hydra's vast funds. At this moment, a torrential downpour is underway. The strong wind, carrying large raindrops, pounds against the corrugated steel roof, creating a dense, loud noise.
A burly figure darted rapidly between the shipping containers.
"Whoosh!"
Victor leaped into the air, his ten fingers unleashing Adamantium claws that pierced the chests of the two armed security guards. He landed, casually tossing the two corpses into the mud, and took a deep breath of the air mixed with rain and blood.
"Too weak! Is this all the dogs of S.H.I.E.L.D.. are capable of?" Sabretooth laughed wildly, his Beast -like vertical pupils gleaming fiercely in the night. His body was riddled with bullet holes, but the wounds were healing at a visible speed, leaving not a single scar.
Inside the factory, flames soared into the sky. Extremists from the Brotherhood of Mutants, including Toad and Arclight, were wantonly destroying the expensive refining equipment.
The perimeter of the Main Control Room.
Natasha leaned against a support pillar, panting heavily. Her black, tight-fitting combat suit was torn in several places, and a deep, bone-revealing scratch on her left thigh was oozing blood.
She glanced down at the Glock pistol in her hand; the magazine had only three bullets left.
In the past, as a top agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.., Natasha would have chosen to retreat tactically to save her life if she encountered such an invincible Mutants monster.
But now, all she can think about is that man.
Lynn.
The image of Lynn protecting her on that rainy night in Budapest was etched into her soul like a branding iron. The False Memory implanted by the system, coupled with Lynn's domineering and controlling nature in reality, had completely distorted her perception.
This factory was the first asset takeover task Lynn entrusted to her; it was her master's territory.
"No one is allowed to touch his things." Natasha gritted her teeth, a morbid madness flashing in her eyes. Instead of backing down, she reached behind her and pulled out the last high-explosive grenade from her waist.
"Found you, little mouse."
Beast's low growl suddenly came from above.
The Sabretooth, like a giant bat, tore through the steel beams, its massive body slamming into Natasha's bunker with a gust of wind.
Natasha rolled to the ground to avoid the fatal attack, while simultaneously raising her hand and firing three shots, accurately striking the Sabretooth in the eyes and throat.
Bang bang bang!
The bullet was stuck in his muscle. Sabretooth took half a step back, then his facial muscles twitched strangely, and the Negasonic Teenage Warhead was forced out, falling into the puddle with a crisp sound.
"Tickle me?" Sabretooth grinned, taking a sudden step forward and slapping the gun out of Natasha's hand. Its massive claws gripped her neck tightly, lifting her into the air.
A feeling of suffocation instantly overwhelmed her. Natasha's legs dangled in the air as she struggled desperately, but she couldn't budge the monster's absolute power.
"Pretty face. I'll peel your skin off bit by bit and hear you scream." The Sabretooth opened its blood-red maw, its stench spraying onto Natasha's face.
Natasha's vision began to blur, and her lungs ached from the lack of oxygen. But a strange smile curved her lips.
Her right hand, which was holding the high-explosive grenade, fell limply to her side. But in the blind spot where the Sabretooth couldn't see, the pin of the grenade had already been bitten off by her during the roll.
For Lynn's sake, and to protect his territory, she was willing to drag this monster down with her without hesitation.
"Master... mission..." Natasha closed her eyes weakly.
Just one second before the grenade was about to detonate.
"Buzz--!"
A piercingly loud sound of space tearing apart erupted without warning amidst the torrential rain.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely pure, dark blue Invisible Force Field transformed into an invisible giant hammer, crashing down from the void.
"Bang!"
Before the Sabretooth could even let out a scream, it was as if it had been hit head-on by a speeding heavy truck. Its massive body was sent flying more than thirty meters, smashing through three load-bearing walls before crashing into the depths of the ruins, kicking up clouds of dust.
Natasha lost her grip and fell to the ground. The grenade slipped from her limp hand and landed in a puddle.
The fuse has burned out.
A hand with distinct knuckles reached out from thin air and caught the grenade that was about to explode.
The Scarlet Chaos Magic instantly enveloped the metal projectile, crushing its raging gunpowder energy into a harmless clump of iron powder.
Natasha opened her eyes with difficulty.
The torrential rain was kept out by an invisible Force Field, forming a hemispherical field of absolute vacuum.
Lynn, wearing a black trench coat, slowly stepped out of the dark blue vortex of Negative Zone. His leather boots sank into the puddles, but didn't get muddy at all.
Behind him stood Wanda with Scarlet eyes, Gwen Stacy in taut War Armor, and Susan with a fanatical expression and Force Field glow dancing on her fingertips.
Lynn looked down at Natasha, who was covered in wounds but fiercely guarding the Main Control Room door. His gaze swept past her to the Sabretooth struggling to get up from the ruins in the distance, and the Mutants that were constantly approaching from all sides.
He casually tossed away the powder from the grenade, a cruel smirk creeping onto his lips.
"Fury's dog has quite the nerve." Lynn slowly raised his right hand.