Manhattan's neon lights twisted into Van Gogh's starry sky in the quantum storm, and Leo's silver hair was torn into flocs by the turbulence of time. He had just stabbed the vibranium bone spike into the cracks in the foundation of the Federal Savings Bank when the vampire's infrasonic weapon shattered the glass curtain wall of three blocks - the flying fragments were suspended in the air, and each piece reflected the massacre scene in a different timeline.
"Ten seconds!" Canadian Ice Warrior Magnus yelled into the encrypted channel, his cybernetic eye blurring out from the time turbulence. "This fucking time bond..."
Before he finished speaking, the entire city suddenly collapsed. Leo watched his wolf claws fade back to human form, the ghost fleet that had just been blown up was reassembled, and the blood clan elder Moriti was signing a gene pledge agreement in the time and space three seconds ago. The clock tower of the Silver Brotherhood sounded the time - they really transformed Manhattan into a living timer.
"Every time the interest rate goes up by 1%, time goes back ten seconds!" Leo smashed a piece of stagnant glass, and the shards drew a candlestick chart of the Great Depression in 1929 in time and space. "What a fucking financial magician!"
The bracelet suddenly melted his wrist bones, and Viking memories poured into his nerves like acid. In the snowstorm of 1024 AD, his Viking incarnation was signing a "time bond" with the Silver Brotherhood using wolf blood, and the collateral was the free will of all descendants.
The first time it flowed backward, Leo's vibranium bone spur pierced the time anchor point 0.3 seconds earlier. Moriti's signing pen suddenly burst into wolf blood, and the rune text **ᛏᛁᛘ (time)** on the contract began to seep silver.
"You can't change what's destined..." The fangs of the blood clan elder split into countless parallel versions in time and space.
The second time he went back in time, Leo deliberately let the copper bull demon bite through his left shoulder. When the quantum toxin invaded his heart, he saw the hidden terms of the time bond - using the brainwave frequency of his mother's clone as the encryption key.
The third time he went back in time, he ran wildly through the ruins of Wall Street, his claws scraping across the taxi frozen in time. Inside the car, the front page of the Wall Street Journal was fading, and the news on September 15, 2008 turned into a real-time surveillance picture of his mother tied up in a laboratory.
"Three seconds left!" Magnus's mechanical arm was stuck in the gap of time, and the hydraulic oil condensed into icicles.
When the fifth backflow came, Leo's vibranium bone spur suddenly quantized. He jumped into the time crack of the federal court and drew a timeline of the blood clan's century-long conspiracy in the void - at the Federal Reserve's founding reception in 1913, the blood clan mixed wolf genes into champagne; on Black Monday in 1987, Satoshi Nakamoto implanted the Bitcoin virus in the Lehman Brothers mainframe; during the subprime mortgage crisis in 2008, his mother was transformed into a holographic video of X-13γ.
"Your history is a forged fake!" The space-time ripples at the tip of the bone spur shattered the false timeline, and the real contract was hidden five minutes before the Great Depression in 1929.
Leo crashed into the gap between time and space and saw young Moriti injecting the wolf king's cerebrospinal fluid into the Dow Jones Index master. He tore off his own silver hair and stuffed it into the master card slot, forcibly rewriting the gene pledge terms. The moment the countdown returned to zero, the time turbulence of the entire Manhattan shattered like glass.
The moment time returned to normal, Irene's nanoworm bullet suddenly deviated from its trajectory. Her mechanical prosthetic eyes oozed human tears, and the clone's vocal cords struggled to squeeze out a real voice: "Church... The church under the ice in Antarctica has..."
The vampire elder's quantum blade pierced her chest, but what splashed was not blood but Bitcoin code. Leo's wolf claws penetrated Moriti's phantom, but caught something more terrifying - Irene's memory chip showed that three hundred of her clones at the DOA headquarters were twitching synchronously, and their skin showed the self-destruction instructions before their mother was transformed.
"Your compassion..." Moriti grinned before disappearing, "is the best pledge..."
The bracelet suddenly became hot, channeling Irene's remaining consciousness into Leo's neural network. He saw Satoshi Nakamoto's laboratory in 1987: the clone of his mother X-13γ was using wolf blood to carve words on a freezer, and the freezer was numbered BTC-0.
As Leo carried Irene's body away, the mechanical eyes of the Canadian ice warriors suddenly turned blue. Their spine joints ejected ice chips with runes, forming a new message in the air: Pledge rate 99% - Final liquidation preparation.
The wreckage of the ghost fleet rose from the Hudson River, the sails burned by time bonds, 2009/1/3 (Bitcoin creation day). Leo's retina popped up a message from the Arctic Werewolf: The Bitcoin Church under the Antarctic ice began to pulsate, and the frequency was synchronized with his heart.
Irene's lips suddenly trembled, and she whispered in a mother's voice: "The church freezer... the password is you... birth weight..."
When he wanted to ask more, the clone's body suddenly quantized and dissipated, leaving only a bloody ice crystal in the palm of his hand, inside which were sealed the coordinates of Satoshi Nakamoto's laboratory - the latitude was exactly the same as that of the Antarctic church.
Above the ruins of Manhattan, the undestroyed electronic billboards suddenly played Ode to Joy. Leo knew it was the hymn of the beginning of the reckoning, and his vibranium bone spikes were emitting a mournful cry that resonated with the Antarctic ice.