The cold wind of the Nunavut tundra in Canada was wrapped with the smell of burnt plastic from graphics cards. Leo's wolf claws pierced into the permafrost, and the ice slag he scraped out glowed with a strange fluorescent blue - the entrance to the mine marked by the Canadian Icefield Group with wolf urine looked like an open mechanical throat in the moonlight.
"The blood of Wall Street has frozen into useless code here." Haku, the leader of the Icefield Group, spat out a mouthful of icy saliva. His titanium alloy left eye was filled with the real-time computing power data of the Bitcoin mining pool. "Want to see the arsenal? Become a miner for me first."
The groaning sound from deep in the mine made the hair on the back of Leo's neck stand up. It was not the sound of a human or a wolf, but more like the electromagnetic wail of an overloaded ASIC mining machine. His retina automatically analyzed the scratches on the cave wall - they were semi-mechanized wolf claws with burn marks from high-frequency trading chips.
Haku kicked open the frozen explosion-proof door, and the heat wave wrapped in the smell of blood hit him in the face. In the three hundred meters deep underground, thousands of mining machines soaked in wolf blood coolant formed some kind of biological circuit, and each graphics card was plugged into a frozen werewolf arm as a heat sink.
"Chicago's virus meth is shit," Haku said, hitting a roaring mining machine with the barrel of his shotgun. "Here, the wolf cubs are willing to be heat sinks."
The Bitcoin addresses on the display screen suddenly scrolled, and Leo's pupils shrank suddenly - the creation time of those wallet addresses was all October 19, 1987, the date of Black Monday.
Haku's men opened the cover of a mining machine, and the werewolf miner inside had grown together with the machine. Its spine was connected to the PCI-E slot, its eyeballs were replaced by a computing power monitoring camera, and its vocal cords vibrated to generate hash value noise.
"The latest model," a red cursor popped up in Haku's mechanical eye, "Wolf blood cooling, quantum chip driven, can dig every day..."
Leo's fangs suddenly pierced his lower lip. The bracelet tightened around his wrist, and the Viking runes **ᛘᛁᛏᛋᚴ (power)** burned under his skin. Memories from 890 AD came crashing down like an avalanche:
At the edge of the Greenland ice sheet, his Viking avatar is commanding a pack of wolves to pull a longship. The ballast stone at the bottom of the ship is not granite, but silver ingots melted by the Church of England. The shape of the coastline overlaps with the holographic map of the mine at this moment - that is the outline of Manhattan a thousand years later.
"The foundation of Silver Manor," Leo suddenly murmured in Old Norse, "is the landing dock of your ancestors."
Haku's gun was immediately pressed against the back of his head: "Who the hell told you..."
The alarm sounded, drowning out the questions. All the mining machine screens turned red at the same time, and the blood tanks that soaked the werewolves began to boil.
The first miner to stand up tore off the data cable on his spine. His left arm was a vibranium wolf claw, and his right arm had become a cooling fan for the mining machine, with blood dripping with mercury between the rotating blades.
"Another fucking computing power leak!" Haku roared into the intercom, "Turn off the power! Cut it off for me..."
The miner's mechanical eye suddenly fired a laser, burning a scorch mark on Haku's titanium alloy eye mask. Leo's Wolf King Eye captured an abnormal data stream - the blood clan's silver family emblem was spreading among the mining machines in the form of a virus.
"This is not a malfunction," he tore open the chest of the out-of-control miner and pulled out the Lehman Brothers logo engraved on the quantum chip, "It's a remote pledge explosion!"
Three hundred miners went berserk at the same time. Mechanical wolf claws tore apart the flesh of their compatriots, and the computing power screamed to form an infrasonic weapon. Haku's subordinates mutated under the double attack - half of their faces were still the fur of Canadian direwolves, and the other half had become the interface of a high-frequency trading terminal.
Leo jumped onto the main mining machine and stabbed the control console with his wolf claws. Viking runes flowed from the bracelet to the metal, directing the computing power of the entire mine to an unknown address. When the out-of-control miners besieged them, a Viking war cry suddenly sounded in the crypt - it was the bracelet that called up the sound wave data from 890 AD.
The frost on the ventilation duct suddenly evaporated, revealing the buried Viking longship relief. Leo's blood dripped onto the console, and the ship relief began to play a holographic image: the Viking wolf pack was pouring melted silver coins into the foundation of the modern financial building.
"Silver Manor... Federal Reserve Bank of New York..." Haku crawled over with his broken leg, "All built on my ancestors' grave?"
Leo broke open the head of the out-of-control miner and took out the quantum chip infected by the blood clan virus. The nano-etching on the back of the chip showed that the real-time structure diagram of the Silver Manor was perfectly overlapped with the holographic projection of the Viking Wharf.
The bracelet suddenly emitted a beam of light, carving the runes **ᚠᛅᚱ (journey)** on the ice wall. The surviving miners of the Icefield Group suddenly turned to the east, their mechanical eyes flashing - that was the direction of Manhattan.
"Your wolf cubs," Leo crushed the infected chip into powder, "have long been turned into computing slaves by the vampires."
Sparks flew from Haku's mechanical eyes. As he was about to pull the trigger, a Viking horn sounded from deep in the mines—exactly the same frequency as the bracelet's release. All the cyborg miners suddenly knelt down and raised their remaining wolf claws toward Leo.
The core of the exploding mining machine revealed a bow image, and Leo recognized it as the appearance of his previous Viking life. The chip debris showed that the blood clan had excavated this place as early as 1998 and sold the DNA sample of the Viking wolf king to Lehman Brothers as collateral for credit default swaps.
Before Haku died, he handed him the frozen Wolf Claw USB drive: "There is a boat...under the Silver Manor..."
The Bitcoin mine cave suddenly collapsed. Leo grabbed the Viking ship sculpture while falling and found that the oar part was actually the US Federal Reserve's dollar printing module. The bracelet imprinted the newly analyzed rune **ᚼᛅᚠ (port)** on his palm, which was exactly the same as the longitude and latitude of Manhattan.
In the sea water under the ice, groups of mechanical werewolves were cruising. The mining machines they carried flashed red, forming a holographic image of Leo's mother's clone. When he wanted to dive into the water to explore, the DOA submarine sonar waves penetrated the ice - Irene's nanoworm bullets broke through the water again.
The moment he grabbed the submarine's hull, Leo discovered that the rust on the hull formed Rune's warning: **ᛒᛚᛟᛏᛏ (betrayal) ᛅᚱ ᛘᛅᛏᛏ (never ending)**
Deep in the ice cave, the bronze ram of the Viking longship suddenly started, aiming towards Manhattan. Leo knew that this ghost warship, which had been anchored for a thousand years, was waiting to use the financial tsunami as the east wind to set sail.