bioinnovel Chapter 104 Only dead enemies are good targets
Chapter 104 Only dead enemies are good targets
"Are you full?"
Su Wanqing looked at the three neatly stacked empty lunchboxes in front of her, her eyes twitching slightly. She pulled a wet wipe from her bag and handed it over, her eyes filled with a hint of helplessness, yet also a subtle, almost imperceptible, doting affection.
This doesn't look like a technological giant who just ended an era; he looks like a starving ghost reincarnated.
Bai Che took the wet wipe and wiped his mouth haphazardly, letting out a burp without any regard for his image, before sprawling on the sofa like a salted fish. He casually swiped through his tablet, the screen filled with glaringly red, bold titles.
"A Living Medicine God! Zero-Boundary Technology Redefines Life!"
"A Beacon of Humanity: The Medical Revolution Sparked by a Bowl of Braised Pork!"
Pfizer's stock price plummets; the old god falls, a new god rises!
The Chinese internet has completely exploded. Weibo's servers crashed three times in half an hour. WeChat Moments, Douyin, Kuaishou, and all social media platforms are flooded with the phrase "Death is out of a job, go home for dinner."
"Tsk."
Bai Che curled his lip, tossed the tablet aside like a frisbee, and said in a flat tone that made people grit their teeth in anger, "Medicine God? That title is too corny, it sounds like someone selling miracle drugs under a bridge. I'm just an appliance repairman, except this time I'm repairing the human body, that precision instrument."
Repairing home appliances.
If the medical experts outside who worship him at this moment heard these words, they would probably be so angry that they would have a stroke on the spot.
Su Wanqing ignored his Versailles. She knew very well that the more casually this man spoke, the more earth-shattering his actions would be.
She turned around and pulled a freshly printed financial report from her briefcase, placed it on the coffee table, and lightly tapped it with her finger. A smile of complete control appeared on her cool face, the aura of the "Queen of Zero Boundaries".
"Stop joking. This is the data from the market close."
"Pfizer's liquidity chain has completely dried up. Taking advantage of the panic during the recent circuit breaker, we swept up controlling stakes in three of their rare metal mining companies on the secondary market, and also took over their two high-purity silicon refineries in the Middle East."
Su Wanqing brushed a stray hair behind her ear, her tone as calm as if she were talking about buying a few kilograms of cabbage: "In other words, if they want to manufacture high-end medical equipment in the future, or even produce a high-precision surgical probe, they'll have to ask us first if we sell them the raw materials."
Upon hearing this, Bai Che merely raised an eyebrow, as if all of this was within his expectations.
"Well done." He stretched, his tone casual. "These zombie companies that only suck blood should have been buried long ago. Otherwise, they would have been occupying the toilet without doing anything, hindering technological progress."
……
Across the ocean, in New York.
The top-floor conference room at Pfizer Group headquarters.
The air here was heavy, like lead, making it hard to breathe. Board members, their faces grim, sat on either side of the long conference table. The once-glorious Manhattan skyline outside the window now looked like a mocking grimace.
Anderson stood in the main seat, his once meticulously styled blond hair now disheveled, his hands gripping the table tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands, as he tried to make a final explanation.
"This is just a temporary technical adjustment! I've already contacted my friends in Congress. Just give me a month... no, half a month! I have a way to handle public relations, I have a way to turn public opinion around..."
"That's enough!"
A furious shout interrupted his roar.
The lead independent director slammed a document on the table, his voice as cold and hard as if he were reading a verdict: "Anderson, open your eyes and look! The stock price has plummeted by 90%, and the market value has evaporated by 800 billion! This is the biggest disaster in Pfizer's 100-year history!"
"Wall Street has abandoned us, and Congress has just cut off all ties. Your so-called 'friends' now wish they could flush you down the drain!"
The old man pointed to the door, his finger trembling: "The board unanimously approved. Anderson, you're fired. Immediately, right now."
Anderson was stunned.
A few seconds later, he roared hysterically, like a mad dog whose tail had been stepped on: "You can't do this! I'm the one who brought Pfizer to where it is today! I'm the chairman! This is my empire!!"
He rushed over like a madman, trying to snatch the recall resolution, wanting to tear it to pieces and swallow it.
boom.
The conference room door was violently pushed open.
Four burly security guards strode in and expressionlessly grabbed Anderson's arms. The security supervisor, who used to be so subservient to him that he wouldn't even dare to breathe loudly, now had icy eyes, as if he were looking at a bag of unrecyclable garbage.
"Mr. Anderson, please don't lose face," the security supervisor said coldly, "even though you've already lost all your dignity."
"Let me go! I'm Anderson! I have money! I have..."
Under the indifferent, even disgusted, gazes of the board members, Anderson was forcibly dragged out of the mahogany door that symbolized power like a dead dog. His expensive handmade leather shoes screeched on the floor, echoing in the corridor and eliciting a deathly silence and shock from the employees outside who were packing up and running away.
Ten minutes later.
Downstairs at the Pfizer Building.
Anderson slumped awkwardly onto the cold concrete floor. The buttons on his priceless suit were ripped off, and his tie hung askew around his neck like a noose.
Passersby recognized the former pharmaceutical tycoon. There was no sympathy, only glee. They pulled out their phones to take pictures, the flashes stinging his eyes like needles; some even spat at him.
"murderer!"
"vampire!"
The insults came like a tidal wave.
Anderson shakily got up, covered his face, and staggered into a dark alley.
The trash can reeked, and rats scurried around my feet.
Extreme humiliation and despair fermented in his eyes, eventually turning into a frenzied crimson. He had lost in business, but he still had money. In his secret account in the Cayman Islands, he had one last stash of money that no one but God knew about.
"Bai Che...you've ruined me, so you won't live either."
He pulled a spare old Nokia from his inner pocket and, with trembling fingers, dialed the number he had kept in his heart for ten years, a number he thought he would never use.
That's the express line to hell.
Beep—beep—click.
When the call connected, a hoarse voice, altered by a voice changer, came from the other end. There were no pleasantries, only a chill that seemed to emanate from Siberia.
"You know the rules."
Anderson leaned against the graffiti-covered wall, panting heavily, his voice as sinister as a demon crawling out of hell: "I want to buy a life. China, Zero Boundary Technology, Bai Che."
"I'll make sure he's completely wiped out! Whether by accident, poison, or sniping, I want him dead!!"
There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.
"In the current market, that person's head is very valuable. He is a highly protected target."
Then, the other party quoted an astronomical figure that could buy a small army.
Without any hesitation, Anderson's eyes gleamed with a desperate madness as he growled through gritted teeth, "Deal. Money transferred immediately. I have only one request—to destroy him in front of the whole world, just as he destroyed me."
"As you wish."
……
Luzhou, Zero Boundary Technology's temporary rest room.
The relaxed and warm atmosphere was broken by a series of urgent and heavy knocks on the door.
Boom, boom, boom.
Before Bai Che could respond, the door was pushed open. Li Jianguo strode in.
He wasn't wearing his usual casual jacket, but a crisp Type 07 military uniform, the gold stars on his epaulets gleaming under the lights. Behind him followed two fully armed special forces soldiers, their dark gun barrels, though not raised, exuding a chilling aura.
Su Wanqing's eyes narrowed, her body tensed instinctively, and she stood up to block Bai Che.
Li Jianguo's expression was more serious than ever before. His eyes swept around the room like a hawk's, and only after confirming that there were no eavesdropping devices did he speak in a deep voice.
"Mr. Bai, Ms. Su, the situation has changed."
Bai Che put down his crossed legs and sat up straight, somewhat surprised. This was a scene of unprecedented scale, even compared to previous press conferences.
Li Jianguo waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him immediately drew the curtains and activated their military-grade signal jammers. The entire room instantly became an information island.
Li Jianguo walked up to Bai Che, his tone leaving no room for argument: "We just intercepted intelligence; the 'Red Notice' on the dark web was updated three minutes ago. Your name is at the top."
He paused, staring intently into Bai Che's eyes, and said, word by word, "The bounty is... two hundred million US dollars."
Su Wanqing gasped.
Two hundred million US dollars. In this crazy world, that's enough for countless desperados to turn Luzhou upside down.
"Instructions from higher command: Given Comrade Bai Che's strategic importance to national security, your security level is immediately raised to 'national treasure level'."
Li Jianguo's tone was firm: "From now on, your movements must be closely escorted by the guard company, and a military-style control will be implemented within two kilometers of your residence. This is not a matter for discussion, but an order."
The air in the room seemed to freeze instantly.
Su Wanqing's face paled slightly. She understood the cutthroat world of business, but she still felt a chill run down her spine in the face of such blatant bloodshed and violence.
however.
Bai Che, the person involved, showed no fear on his face after hearing these words; instead, a playful smile appeared on his face.
That's the expression on a hunter's face when he sees his prey walking right into his trap.
He stood up, walked past Su Wanqing, and stood in front of Li Jianguo, raising his hand to pat the veteran's tense shoulder.
"Two hundred million? Those foreigners are quite generous. Looks like I really gave them a hard time."
Bai Che spoke casually, as if discussing what to have for dinner, "Uncle Li, don't be so tense. Since they want to use physical methods to eliminate us, it means they've completely given up on technology. That's a good thing."
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, a kind of almost cruel calmness unique to science students.
"Perfect timing, system... cough, I've just figured out a new thing, and I was worried about not having any real-world data or anyone to test it on."
After seeing Li Jianguo and the worried Su Wanqing off, Bai Che returned to his desk alone.
He closed his eyes and activated the system interface.
Deep within the retina, an icon emitting a faint blue light is slowly rotating—[Miniature Cold Nucleus Fusion Reactor (Tokamak Ark Edition)].
That deep blue represents both boundless energy and destructive power.
Below the taskbar, a new red warning task is flashing frantically:
[A high-level threat to the host has been detected.]
[Suggested solution: Accelerate the implementation of the technology. Only absolute firepower guarantees absolute justice.]
Bai Che opened his eyes, looked at the streets outside the window that were tightly sealed off, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
He reached out and gave it a light squeeze, as if he were already holding the beating heart in his hand.
"You want to kill me?"
"Then you'd better pray that your bullets can outrun my fusion reactor."
"Next... it's time to show the world what true 'iron will' really is."