The blue light of the NASDAQ electronic screen coated Leo's silver hair with a quantum glow. He squatted on the dome beam of the trading hall, piercing the tempered glass printed with the Dow Jones index with his claws. Below, the vampire quantum engineer was welding the last piece of Lehman Brothers' wreckage into the bronze bull statue - the mascot of Wall Street now had mercury vapor in its eyes, and its horns were wrapped with a chain of barbed CDS contracts.
"The Chicago Wolf Cub said you were going to die," the electronic synthesized voice of the bronze bull shook off the debris from the ceiling, "but he didn't say you didn't even save money for the coffin."
Leo's retinal projection was suddenly disrupted, and the runes of Viking silver coins flickered at the edge of his vision. He could smell the stench of Victor's clone wafting from the ventilation duct - the traitor sold the awakening key of the bronze bull to the vampires in exchange for two kilograms of methamphetamine mixed with the blockchain virus.
"Do you know what you're missing?" Leo threw out the vibranium bone spur hidden between his coccyx, "A real short-selling carnival."
When the bone spur hit the copper bull's left eye, the electronic screens in the entire trading hall suddenly played the video of Black Monday in 1987. But the plummeting curve in the picture gradually distorted and turned into amalgam tentacles that wrapped around Leo's ankle.
The bronze bull statue swelled into a ten-story-high demon in the quantum state reorganization. Its iron hooves crushed the Bloomberg terminal array, and wherever its tail swept past, the bond yield curve materialized into an electrified noose. Leo moved between the noose, and the copper scraps scraped off by the wolf's claws spontaneously combusted in the air, forming sparks in the shape of the Bitcoin symbol.
"Nine o'clock!" Canadian Ice Warrior Brock's mechanical arm threw a shotgun from the second floor, "The bullets are loaded with the tooth enamel of Chicago Wolf Cub!"
Leo caught the gun in mid-air, and the recoil cracked his knuckles. When the special ammunition hit the bronze bull's joints, Victor's clone screamed suddenly from the bull's belly - the vampires had transformed the traitor into a living lubrication system.
"Surprised?" The copper bull's chest cracked open, revealing Victor's body pierced by mechanical tentacles. "You sold your coordinates for 30 million..."
Leo's pupils suddenly exploded with Viking runes, and his silver hairs stood up like quantum antennas. The memories of 865 AD flooded back like a flood:
**VIKING FLASHBACK**
At the border of the Frankish Kingdom, his Viking incarnation was splitting the silver vault with a battle axe. The screams of the guards overlapped with Victor's wails at this moment, and the head of Charlemagne on the silver coin turned into Satoshi Nakamoto's face in a pool of blood.
When the amalgam horns of the bronze bull stabbed at him, Leo tore off the necklace around his neck. Twelve Viking silver coins were embedded in the Nasdaq server, and the quantum data stream was forcibly rewritten into rune code. The entire trading hall suddenly became quantized, and the bronze bull demon was split into millions of Bitcoin address fragments in the data storm.
"Your algorithm is outdated," Leo jumped up on the floating candlestick chart, "Try the distributed ledger of the ninth century!"
The runes released by the silver coin penetrated the core of the copper bull, and the bankruptcy documents of Lehman Brothers gushed out from the wound. Every page of the document spontaneously combusted in the air, and the ashes spelled out the secret transaction records of September 15, 2008 - the date when Leo's mother was transformed into X-13γ.
The electronic eye of the copper bull suddenly projected a holographic image: In a basement in October 1987, a man in a chemical protective suit was burning the prototype code of Bitcoin on a giant mining machine. His badge flashed in front of the camera: **Satoshi Nakamoto - Director of Genetic Engineering Department**.
"Mother..." Leo's fangs pierced his lower lip, "You even calculated this?"
When the bronze bull completely disintegrated, a certain fragment suddenly came to life. Victor's body crawled out of the metal ruins, and the mechanical spine sprayed out the positioning signal of the Chicago Wolves: "Under the Silver Manor... there is yours..."
Leo crushed his larynx, but the positioning signal had been synchronized to the neural chips of all werewolf gangs. The mechanical eyes of the Canadian ice warriors suddenly turned red, and the muzzles of their guns turned slightly towards Leo.
"Loyalty test?" He kicked Victor's head away. "Tell the vampires that they can't afford my premium."
The bracelet suddenly became hot, and the Viking silver coin was pulled out from the server, with Nasdaq's transaction data flowing back to his palm. Leo found that there were new entries on the back of each silver coin - his genetic hash value was engraved with the timestamp of the Bitcoin Genesis Block.
During the evacuation, Leo picked up a fragment of the electronic eye at the original site of the bronze bull. When he wiped the quantum oil on the surface, the fragment suddenly projected a new picture: in the cold storage of Satoshi Nakamoto's laboratory, 300 clones of Leo were sleeping in the culture cabin, with badge numbers ranging from BTC-0 to BTC-2099.
"A surprise gift package..." He crushed the fragments, but found that the fragments were reassembled into a miniature mining machine in his palm and began to mine automatically.
The Arctic werewolves suddenly sent encrypted signals, and their quantum telescopes captured the movement of the Antarctic ice layer - the spire of a certain church under the ice was emitting the same Bitcoin blue light as the copper bull's eyes. And at the foundation of the church, the bronze ram of the Viking longship was vaguely visible.
In the ruins of Nasdaq, the undestroyed electronic screen suddenly lit up. The back of Satoshi Nakamoto in a chemical protective suit emerged, and at his feet lay an X-series clone with Leo's mother's bracelet on his wrist.
When Leo's wolf claws penetrated the screen, the holographic image turned into a flowing amalgam, spelling out four runic letters on the ground:
**ᛖᚾᛞ (End)
ᛏᛁᛘ (time)**
The roar of the ice wolf came from afar, but the frequency was mixed with the strange noise of blockchain. Leo knew that there was more than one real bronze bull - under the ice of Antarctica, there were tens of millions of financial demons waiting to be awakened.