The ice of Manhattan's East River cracked into spider web patterns under Leo's wolf claws, and the Canadian Ice Corps' death squad chiseled quantum encryption locks thirty meters underwater. Their mechanical gills spurted bloody bubbles, and the propellers modified from Bitcoin mining machines made a dying hum in the icy water. Leo's silver hair was cut into pieces by amalgam fragments, and the blood from the wound condensed into runes in the water, like a series of reverse blockchain addresses.
"The blood clan is still using the medieval security system," said the clone of Chicago Wolf King Victor in the communicator, with the noise of methamphetamine, "The lock of the silver vault is the curse code of ancient Norway. Only with the blood of the wolf king..."
Leo ripped the spiked futures contract chain around his ankle: "Shut your bionic mouth."
The bracelet suddenly dragged his consciousness into the North Atlantic in 985 AD - a Viking longship hit an iceberg, and the figurehead's eyes shot out lasers in the shape of Bitcoin. His Viking avatar cut through the ice and fished out a silver cross cast by the Church of England, with the secret terms of the "Silver Brotherhood", the predecessor of the Federal Reserve, engraved on the back.
"Leo!" The mechanical arm of the Ice Warrior Olaf pulled him back to consciousness, "The third gate requires liveness authentication!"
Nine hundred Viking werewolf skulls were inlaid into a genetic spiral on the bronze wall of the certification room. Leo's retinal scan showed that the fangs of each skull were engraved with the name of a modern hedge fund.
When Leo pressed the wolf claw onto the certification plate, the entire East River boiled. The amalgam shield under the ice dissolved into liquid, revealing the real vault—not an array of safes, but a gene bank transformed from the wreckage of a Viking longship. The oars were rolled up with Lehman Brothers bankruptcy documents, and the deck was piled with 100,000 ninth-century silver coins, each of which was bound to modern cryptocurrency at the quantum level.
"Shit..." Olaf's mechanical eyes shorted out from shock. "The circulating market value of these silver coins..."
As soon as Leo's toes touched the deck, the bow statue suddenly came alive. It was a statue of a Viking wolf king that looked 90% like him, with two high-frequency trading data knives stuck in its eye sockets: "Welcome home, the last wolf king."
The bracelet suddenly melted and turned into liquid silver that seeped into the deck. The Viking silver coins collectively floated in the air, reorganizing into a holographic projection in Leo's wolf blood vapor - the secret room of the Silver Brotherhood in 1024 AD, where his Viking incarnation was signing a gene pledge contract, with the collateral being the financial autonomy of all future wolf tribes.
"Now do you know why I chose you?" Victor's clone suddenly stepped out from the shadows, and the nanoworms under his skin spelled out the face of the vampire elder. "Your ancestors sold the wolf pack for nine pence a pound..."
Leo's vibranium bone spike pierced the clone's throat, but what splashed was Bitcoin mineral liquid instead of blood.
When the silver coin touched the blood drop from Leo's wound, the entire vault collapsed quantumly. The holographic projection of the Viking longship materialized, and the decayed oak planks were reconstructed into dark matter engines by nanoworms. The runes **ᚠᛅᚱ (journey)** on the sails were as bright as supernovas, and three hundred werewolf mummies stood up from the cargo hold - the key fragments of the Federal Reserve vault were embedded in their hearts.
"Weigh anchor!" Leo's roar triggered the laser cannon on the figurehead, and a tunnel leading directly to the Silver Manor was blasted out of the East River ice. "It's time to collect the thousand-year interest!"
When the ghost fleet broke through the riverbed, the skyscrapers in Manhattan collectively played the crash curve of Black Monday in 1987. The amalgam defense towers of the blood clan automatically turned their guns, but they crashed when aiming at Leo - their authentication protocol was actually the same as the rune code of the Viking silver coin.
Canadian ice warriors howled on the deck, and the mechanical arm automatically loaded silver coin shells. When the first round hit the quantum shield of the Silver Manor, the Bitcoin mining machines throughout New York suddenly overloaded, and the charred graphics card ashes spelled out Leo's Viking real name in the air.
Leo found a bronze box in the captain's room, which contained the original gene pledge contract. The parchment revealed a hidden clause in the wolf blood steam: if the blood clan failed to pay the "wolf growth dividend" on time, the pledge right would be automatically transferred to Satoshi Nakamoto's wallet address.
The silver liquid left in the bracelet spelled out a new prompt on the console: "Satoshi Nakamoto is the 13th generation guardian of the Wolf King."
Olaf suddenly attacked, and chopped Leo's neck with his ice axe: "The Chicago Wolf Pack doesn't mess with bankrupt breeds!" But the axe blade was caught by the ghost sailor's ribs - those ribs were engraved with Olaf's family genealogy, showing that he was actually a descendant of Leo's Viking-era shipbuilder.
All the silver coins on the ship suddenly flew over Manhattan, forming a countdown matrix: 00:15:00 left before the gene pledge liquidation. Leo removed the laser cannon barrel of the figurehead and found a complete clone of Irene curled up in the barrel, with the badge number X-13∞.
"Restarting requires dual keys..." The clone opened his eyes, and his pupils were a combination of the Bitcoin symbol and Runeword, "Wolf King blood and the Chairman of the Federal Reserve..."
There was a violent explosion from the direction of Wall Street, and a Viking-style quantum mushroom cloud rose from the ruins of the Silver Manor. Leo knew that there was buried the ultimate contract he refused to sign - a devil's deal to exchange the entire human financial system for the freedom of the wolf tribe.
When the ghost fleet hit the Silver Manor, Leo jumped into the East River with the clone in his arms. The ice froze above their heads again, sealing the quantum keys of all the Viking silver coins. The silver liquid left in the bracelet spelled out the Antarctic coordinates on the riverbed, and the clone's heartbeat gradually synchronized with the block generation frequency of the Bitcoin network.
In the riverbed mud, Leo found the last silver coin. When he wiped off the blockchain attachments on the surface, the silver coin revealed two faces: his Viking incarnation on the front and Satoshi Nakamoto's Bitcoin symbol on the back. Micro-text was engraved on the edge of the silver coin:
**All debts will eventually be settled
Under the Ice of Time**
The clone suddenly twitched, and its vocal cords played the mother's voice: "The church in Antarctica hides the initial block..."
The shock wave of the explosion in Manhattan swept across the riverbed. When Leo was about to suffocate, he saw the Ghost Fleet reassembled - this time using the entire New York's financial data flow as its keel. On the ruins of the Silver Manor, the blood clan elders were collectively signing a new gene pledge agreement.
The clone stopped breathing in his arms, and a three-dimensional map of the Federal Reserve vault appeared on its skin. Leo knew that this war was never a modern financial confrontation, but a blood redemption spanning thousands of years. When his fangs pierced the last silver coin, an active sonar pulse from the DOA submarine came from above the ice - Irene's clones were calling for new prey.
The silver coin melted in his palm, forming a quantum tunneling ring. Leo sank deeper into the river mud with a cold epiphany: the real enemy was never in Manhattan, but under the permafrost of the Antarctic ice sheet, in the fate agreement that was written before the birth of the initial block.