Chapter 205 - 187 The Upper Beam Is Not Straight

"I extracted the serum from the victim and restored the pharmaceutical components from it as much as possible."

"Based on DNA sequencing results and biological algorithms, the pharmaceutical components—namely the virus carrying the specified sequence—are identical to the sequence we used in the iguanas on the Lesser Antilles.

These are counterfeits, but the counterfeiter roughly replicated this DNA segment and made it into a drug."

Every experiment requires us to collect the subject’s DNA sequence and use an attenuation algorithm. Through rigorous calculation and analysis, we can confirm the virus sequence used in reality."

"It’s like..."

Peter drew a lot on the whiteboard, but Chief Stacy still looked puzzled.

"A virus? So you’ve been messing around with viruses all this time?"

Lille thought for a moment and picked up another whiteboard marker, drawing on the blackboard.

"Chief, you can think of it as a bullet, a ’gene’ bullet that needs the correct ratio to get the gunpowder inside.

And only the correct gunpowder... can hit our intended target."

On the whiteboard, a bullet flew out and fell to the right position due to gravity.

The initial velocity affects the ballistic trajectory, and the initial velocity is largely determined by the energy provided by the gunpowder.

He finally understood—Chief Stacy stroked his chin: "If the gunpowder ratio is incorrect, it will hit somewhere else. I get it. So, the gunpowder formula used in the lab that night was this kind of half-baked formula?

But how can we prove it? I mean... if the gunpowder formula isn’t public, there’s no way to prove the lab head’s misconduct."

The gunpowder formula is the synthesis method of the Lizard Potion, which certainly cannot be disclosed.

"Yes, that’s the case." Peter nodded, "So I found something else inside... equivalent to bullet casings.

Still using Mr. Lille’s analogy, a pharmaceutical product has main components and auxiliary components, these auxiliary components are like bullet casings.

This gene-modified drug is like special ammunition—"

"Armor-piercing bullets." Lille snapped his fingers, "For example, depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets."

Peter continued: "Exactly, like depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets, which use a fixed formula of metal alloys similar to this special ammunition.

Only this kind of special ammunition can penetrate our target—so we definitely wouldn’t use steel as the material."

"Hmm... steel is hard to maintain and tends to jam."

"Precisely. And in the Canary Container, we found other components in the drug that could lead the virus... or genetic bullet off course. There’s no way such components should be in gene research.

It just so happens that we can find these components in the lab’s historical records—

In other words, if there is evidence proving the lab personnel operated normally, then it must be a design flaw of the Canary Device itself.

This defect caused residual drugs to mix into the new drugs during replacement, this contamination indicates the Canary itself has a leakage risk."

"What’s the defect?"

Peter hesitated, "I’ve seen the Canary Device’s scanning structure map. I guess it’s the frequent changing of drugs and prolonged standby that caused the instrument to age.

The Canary Device was not designed to be used for such a long lifespan."

Chief Stacy slightly nodded—

This would take down that sanctimonious American academician—that guy even bribed the media to call it a smear!

The design defect of the Canary Device exists, but it was never meant to be used nonstop, endlessly!

This American academician’s exploitation of students actually caused several graduate students to develop cancer and even die!

"Can you replicate the whole process?"

"I can try, but the Canary Device is patented, so we might need cooperation from Osborne Group."

"I’ll take care of it—"

Chief Stacy put on his jacket, donned his police cap, and called a patrol car with his walkie-talkie, heading to the prosecutor’s office.

In the room, Peter also let out a long sigh of relief—

This was his best chance to reduce his sentence during probation.

The more he got involved, the guiltier he felt: the problem in Lab Three was the head’s exploitation of subordinates.

As for Professor Conners? It was purely him, as the researcher, causing trouble.

Lille saw through his guilt and patted his shoulder: "There are definitely unforgivable, irreparable mistakes in this world, but this isn’t one of them. Stop looking so gloomy."

Martin, standing nearby, scrutinized Peter, nodding frequently: "Hmm... now I understand why you gave this young man a chance. Hello, I’m Martin Lee."

As he extended his hand, Lille introduced: "Our new partner, the rising star in the finance world."

"Hello, Mr. Lee..." Peter said, then paused and looked at Lille.

"Yes, we share the same surname, but we’re not related. So, what’s your next plan? This might have some connection with Osborne Group."

Lille brought up what Martin most wanted to know—the impact of this matter on Osborne Group.

"Mr. Osborne... has been kind to me, but... you’re right, I plan to visit the hospital and talk to the survivors first.

There are also some things I don’t want to interfere with Chief Stacy’s judgment. All the drugs used in Lab Three seem to have come from Osborne Group.

Academician Ethan has a good relationship with Osborne Group, and it’s a coincidence that Osborne Group has this technology too. I don’t want to make absolute claims, but this coincidence is quite suspicious."

Martin suddenly became interested and interjected: "Academician Ethan? The head of the Oncology Department at New York University Medical Center? That oncology department is also sponsored by Osborne Group.

Hmm... can the conversation be released to the media?"

Lille thought for a moment, "Let’s see the survivors’ situation first."

The three of them dressed up, ready to leave.

But Peter was still on probation, and though he was providing technical support to the NYPD, his freedom was limited, requiring police accompaniment.

And this accompaniment—

[Wireless Cyber Modulator Alert: Short-range special frequency signal detected, possible listening device present.]

[Signal counter-surveillance initiated...]

Lille frowned.

His prosthetics had been replaced—the Cyber Modulator was switched to the NCPD’s cellular Cyber Modulator, which had wireless signal reception and transmission functions.

After transitioning to this world, Lille adjusted the Cyber Modulator’s parameters to adapt to the Marvel world’s network.

And now, the cellular Cyber Modulator detected discordant frequency information.

In the room, Peter was communicating with the officer responsible for monitoring him, leaving only Lille and Martin.

Martin... if he wanted to eavesdrop, he wouldn’t start now.

Is the officer the problem?

Or... even if the officer isn’t the problem, if his equipment has a backdoor, the eavesdropper could still get information unnoticed.

"...Understood, I also want an officer to record the conversation content—well, we can go now."

Peter finished talking to the officer and waved to Lille and Martin.

[Eavesdropping completion extremely low]

[Signal waveform recorded.]

[This frequency information is highly covert and significantly distorted, there might be misjudgment, please link to a professional eavesdropping device for manual identification.]

Indeed, the officer’s equipment was eavesdropping and transmitting information.

As a precautionary measure, Lille hacked an unknown base station and used a nonexistent number to call Gwen.

"Urgent, come quickly, New York State University Downtown Hospital."

...

Osborne Group.

In this wave of soaring defense contractor stocks, Osborne Group lagged behind.

The reason was the long-standing failure to produce significant results and even swallowing a sizable amount of military funds.

Now it was also in turmoil due to the situation at New York University’s Lab Three.

Norman received a call, veins bulging on his forehead—the voice on the other end was unbearably annoying.

"Mr. Osborne, please save me; I was just following your orders to test the new drug. How could I have known this would happen?"

"...Are you sure? Are you sure the Canary Device issue has nothing to do with you?"

"I... I was just trying to produce results faster."

"Heh, I think it’s because your useless son is due to graduate and needs data?"

"This... I... Norman, but the results involve your son too! It’s not just me doing this..."

"Yes, but you caused this problem; handle it yourself!"

Norman hung up on Academician Ethan—he had done his best to destroy the evidence, making it nearly impossible for Ethan to trace it back to him.

Even if someone noticed Lab Three used counterfeit Lizard Potions, how would they prove it was connected to Osborne Group?

Besides, even if they discovered a link between the counterfeit Lizard Potions and Osborne Group, the drug leakage at Lab Three was caused by that old fool. Clearly, cancer was the primary cause of death!

The students didn’t die just because of the Lizard Potion!

Forget it.

But it still wasn’t safe.

Norman hung up and looked at the man across the table, a man in a suit, his face obscured by shadows.

"You’re in a bind, Mr. Osborne, but as I suggested, you have many resources, and so do I.

But some people stymie technological progress with ridiculous moral constraints—we can collaborate and then get out of this mess."

Osborne stared at the man and shook his head: "It’s not just a moral issue. This is the United States; moral demands can be weaponized.

For instance, I need a lot of human experiment subjects, but if I do that here, Osborne Group will be sunk by politicians and other companies tomorrow."

"So we don’t do it here—Middle East, Eastern Europe, Africa, there are people everywhere, why do you think we fight wars?

It’s for those resources—people can be resources too."

The speaker stretched out his arms, appearing confident and sociable, much like the amiable businessmen seen on TV.

But his words...were terrifying.

Norman thought carefully and said cautiously, "Show me your capabilities."

The man in the shadows leaned forward slightly: "The Lizardman Potion is in your hands, I know—so let’s look for something of mutual interest.

I know you’re sponsoring a brain-machine interface project that’s beginning to show results."

Norman raised an eyebrow: "Dr. Otto’s research, the government is also sponsoring that project—it’s not just up to me."

"I know, I know, Otto’s a smart man who navigates between the government and private enterprises. His research is locked in a vault like treasure, only accessible with two keys.

And the key holders are wary of each other seizing this growing fruit alone.

I’m the kind of person who can rebuild trust—you can trust me."

"I see...actually, I’ve designed a Biological Battle Armor based on Otto’s interface, but the neural link efficiency isn’t high—

Genetic modification could increase this efficiency. Maybe you’re interested in this?"

The man in the shadows nodded in satisfaction and stood, draping an arm around Norman’s shoulder:

"That’s the spirit, welcome to the American Military-Industrial Club, let’s contribute to our nation’s strength.

Oh, and I can arrange a few volunteers right now—don’t worry, they’re all the societal scum.

Criminals, illegal immigrants, homeless people, gang members...sigh, like cockroaches, there are more of them every year..."