Mercury vapor from the Federal Reserve vault condensed into mist between the laser grids, and Erin's high heels stepped on bloody Federal Reserve bonds, and her 12-centimeter Prada new model was stained with the brain of a Canadian direwolf. She blinked at the vault's iris scanner, and the mechanical prosthetic eye projected Leo's mother's biological information - retinal data freshly dug out of the Antarctic freezer last week.
"Good evening, Chairman Powell." She pushed open the five-ton titanium alloy door, and the nano-insect swarm condensed into a scalpel at her fingertips. "Your interest rate hike policy needs to be... fine-tuned."
The white-haired old man was tied to the dollar master printing machine by the quantum chain, and his chest fluctuated with the Bitcoin market. When Irene's knife tip was against his left chest, she smelled the familiar smell of wolf poison - Leo was in the ventilation duct three meters away, and the static electricity of the silver-haired wiping filter crackled.
"Do you know what a dual-track system is?" She suddenly murmured in a motherly voice, stabbing the old man's third rib with a scalpel, "It means raising interest rates on the surface..."
The blade turns and carves a Bitcoin address into the heart.
"Sucking blood behind your back."
The moment Leo smashed the ventilation duct, Irene's nanoworms had already woven into a bulletproof net. When the wolf claws tore through the swarm of insects, he saw that the X-13θ number on the back of her neck was oozing blood - exactly the same signs as when his mother was transformed.
"Your heart rate is 12% faster," Erin dodged the vibranium bone spurs, "A side effect of implanting memories?"
Her mechanical eye suddenly played a holographic image: a young woman in a Chanel suit was inserting Viking silver coins into the Lehman Brothers mainframe in the trading hall on Black Monday, October 19, 1987. The woman's name tag flashed in front of the camera: Irene Wu - Special Advisor to the Silver Brotherhood.
"The clone prototype lives a more respectable life than I do." Erin licked the bio-lubricant that had spilled from the corner of her mouth. "At least she doesn't have to eat nanoworms for breakfast."
Leo's retina was suddenly forced to load a data stream - in the surveillance footage of the Antarctic church three days ago, three hundred Irene clones were cutting their wrists simultaneously, and their blood formed a Bitcoin symbol on the ice.
"Your pain..." He tore off the energy line of the nanoworm net, "is just the algorithm parameters of the blood clan!"
When Powell's heart began to quantize, Irene suddenly ripped open her suit jacket. Her chest was a transparent biological cabin, and the cloned brain soaked in Bitcoin mineral fluid was twitching: "Look at the real dual-track system!"
Leo's wolf claws penetrated the bio-capsule, and the mineral liquid splashed on the vault wall, revealing the rune code. Irene took the opportunity to stab the scalpel into his shoulder blade, and the handle was engraved with the number "BTC-1987". The severe pain triggered the Viking memory flashback:
Icelandic Parliament, 987 AD
His Viking avatar was negotiating with the Silver Brotherhood, whose leader had a glowing rune embedded in his chest - the same shape as the Bitcoin address on Powell's heart at that moment.
Irene in reality suddenly froze, and the nano-insect swarm uncontrollably spelled out her mother's face: "Go to Antarctica... Under the church..."
The alarm of the Federal Reserve vault suddenly wailed, and all the master copies of the US dollar began to print Leo's wolf king face. Irene's eyes switched frantically between human and mechanical modes, and finally froze into the amber color of her mother before her death: "They... showed me... the video of your birth..."
Leo pried open Powell's chest and found that the Bitcoin address on the heart was playing an encrypted video: In Satoshi Nakamoto's laboratory in 1987, Irene's prototype was melting Viking silver coins into the trading terminal.
"The circuit breaker that day was not a machine failure..." Irene's vocal cords suddenly returned to electronic sound, "It was the Silver Brotherhood that wanted to clean up the Wolf Tribe's equity..."
Her swarm of nanoworms suddenly self-immolated, spelling out the bankruptcy code of Lehman Brothers in the air. Leo's vibranium bone spikes pierced the motherboard of the US dollar, and the motherboard sprayed out not ink but wolf blood - the vampires mixed genetic poison into the global currency supply.
The Canadian direwolf's communication signal cut in forcefully: "Leo! The gene pledge rate of all gangs..."
The voice was cut off by the sound of explosion. Leo's retina popped up the global wolf gene pledge rate: 99.9%.
Irene suddenly broke her mechanical spine, revealing the quantum communication module: "Their control base station is not in New York..."
The core of the module is a miniature freezer, which contains a sample of Leo's umbilical cord blood when he was born. When Leo crushed the freezer, the real-time image of the Antarctic Cathedral flooded into his mind - three hundred clones of Irene were kneeling in front of the ice coffin, with optical fibers connected to their spines, directly connected to the wreckage of the Viking longship under the church.
The Federal Reserve vault suddenly became quantized, and Leo grabbed Irene's wrist before falling into the void. A tattoo of the Antarctic coordinates appeared under her skin, and Powell's heart had become a Bitcoin mining machine, frantically calculating the death countdown of the global wolf tribe.
"Tell X-13∞ for me..." Irene's mechanical eyes burst into sparks, "On the third shelf of her bedside table..."
Before she finished speaking, her body suddenly collapsed into the Bitcoin symbol and merged into the quantum turbulence of the vault. Only half of the mechanical spine remained between Leo's wolf claws, with his mother's handwriting engraved on it: birth weight 3.25kg - church freezer code.
The horn of a Viking longship sounded in the distance, and the frequency was completely synchronized with the vibration of the Antarctic ice. Leo knew that the last piece of the puzzle was in the frozen weight number - the cry when he was born might be the key to unlock the thousand years of atonement.