The ventilation vents of the Federal Emergency Management Agency's underground bunker belched out the smell of blood and rust, and three hundred degenerate werewolves huddled behind the quantum barrier. Their silver hair faded to a sickly gray, their claws softened into rubbery Nasdaq index symbols, and what came out of their throats was no longer wolf howls, but the white noise of high-frequency trading. Canadian ice warrior Maya used a mechanical arm to hold the gate, and her titanium alloy joints were being eroded by genetic degeneration, leaving honeycomb-like holes.
"District 5... has fallen..." She spat out blood foam with blockchain fragments, "The Chicago Wolves... are eating their own claws..."
Leo's vibranium bone spikes pierced into the ventilation duct, and the code stream of the quantum barrier was decomposed and reorganized in his pupils. He could hear the vampires' infrasonic weapons outside the bunker playing Powell's speech on interest rate hikes. Every time the rate increased by one basis point, MBS bond fragments would burst out of the werewolf's spine. The bracelet suddenly burned the wrist bone, and the Viking memory was injected like venom-
1023 AD, Scandinavian Ice Sheet
His Viking incarnation was watching his people degenerate into domestic dogs, and the caravan of the Silver Brotherhood exchanged a bag of salt for ten wolf children. In the pupils of those children, the wolf head emblem of the early Lehman Brothers was reflected.
The alarm in reality blew, and the east side of the bunker suddenly collapsed. The degenerate werewolf Sean pounced at Leo's feet, and his canine teeth fell off into the Bitcoin symbol: "King... My gene hash value is being shorted on the blockchain..."
Retina projection forces the global wolf gene market to pop up - the mysterious address "Fenrir_13" has accumulated short contracts worth $89 billion.
In the remains of the particle collider at Columbia University, Leo nailed himself to the center of a superconducting magnetic ring. Twelve Bitcoin mining machines formed a modified altar, with a coolant pipe connected to his carotid artery. Canadian technician Otto's mechanical hand was shaking, and the quantum scalpel could not cut through Leo's degenerated silver hair.
"Are you sure you want to be a living router?" Otto's electronic cigarette burned the control panel. "The vampires will tear you apart like they shorted Lehman..."
Leo tore off the nanoworm catheter between his collarbones, and inserted the bloody quantum chip into his spine: "Tell the remnants of Chicago... I want to rewrite the terms of the pledge agreement."
When the collider started, his DNA chain unfolded in the laser beam. The computing power of the entire Bitcoin network suddenly soared, and the gene redemption protocol designed by Satoshi Nakamoto awakened from the Genesis Block. The degenerate werewolves collectively twitched in the underground bunker, and their blockchain wallets received mysterious transfers - each person received 0.1BTC, and the remarks column was engraved with the Rune ᚠᚱᛁ (freedom).
"The firewall is online!" Otto screamed as he was knocked over by the electromagnetic pulse. "All short contracts are being... reversed!"
The quantum projection of the blood clan appeared above the ruins of Wall Street. The frozen corpse of Eric, the elder of the Silver Brotherhood, was suspended in the cloud of the Dow Jones Index, holding the original copy of Leo's gene pledge contract: "You think you can bind to the Bitcoin node..."
Leo's pupils exploded with Viking runes, and the Bitcoin mining machine cluster suddenly sprayed liquid silver. The silver stream formed a reverse short contract in the air, twisting Eric's quantum projection into a financial derivative residue. The degenerate werewolves suddenly raised their heads collectively, and their throats resonated with the defense code designed by Satoshi Nakamoto -
September 15, 2008
The virus that Satoshi Nakamoto implanted in Lehman's mainframe was awakened, and all subprime mortgage contracts were tampered with into wolf clan redemption clauses.
"Your algorithm has a loophole," Leo tore open his chest to reveal the beating Bitcoin mining machine core, "and underestimated the Vikings' retaliatory buying!"
Eric's frozen corpse suddenly combusted, and the original contract revealed a hidden clause in the fire - if the Bitcoin computing power exceeds 51% of the entire network, the pledge agreement will automatically become invalid.
When the gene firewall was temporarily stabilized, Leo's retina popped up the core data of the blood clan. The traceability results of the mysterious short address "Fenrir_13" made the fangs tremble - the biological characteristics of the creator of this address completely matched the X-13γ clone of Satoshi Nakamoto's laboratory.
"Impossible..." Maya's mechanical eyes oozed wolf blood, "Your mother is... the biggest short seller?"
The underground bunker suddenly lost power, and Irene's clone X-13θ stepped out of the shadows. Her nano-insect swarms spelled out real-time images of Antarctica in the air: hundreds of X-series clones were using Leo's gene chain to carve an ice monument, and the inscription on the monument was the Silver Brotherhood's millennial compound interest formula.
"There is more than one agreement..." Irene's voice was mixed with the noise of mother and machine, "Your birth... is a living convertible bond..."
Leo's Bitcoin wallet suddenly received a transfer of 890 BTC, with the note "First interest paid" written in Viking.
When Leo rushed into Columbia University's underground vault, the global wolf gene market crashed again. The blockchain browser showed a new short contract - a bet that Leo's heart would stop beating within 24 hours. His vibranium bone spurs suddenly quantized and collapsed into a Klein bottle model in his palm, which contained the first-generation virus sample of the Silver Brotherhood.
Maya dragged her half-mechanical torso and smashed open the door: "All gangs... have received liquidation notices..."
Her mechanical eyes projected a terrifying picture: the Bitcoin Church under the Antarctic ice was pulsating, and the frequency was completely synchronized with Leo's heartbeat. The X-13∞ clone stood in front of the altar, inserting the umbilical cord blood key in his hand into the ice monument, and the monument surface showed Leo's weight data as a baby.
The bracelet suddenly burst, and Viking silver liquid seeped into the blood vessels. Leo watched his silver hair fade into the radiation-proof gray of Satoshi Nakamoto's laboratory, and the Bitcoin nodes of the genetic firewall began to backfire on the host. When the first mouthful of black blood sprayed on the quantum contract, he heard Eric's final advice in the flames:
"The real collateral... has never been the wolf genes..."
"It's your interest in fighting against fate..."
The sound of the fog horn of a Viking longship came from the East River, but this time the sail was no longer printed with the Lehman logo, but a short-selling curve drawn with the blood of a degenerate werewolf. Leo knew that when the midnight bell rang, he would either become the biggest margin call in history, or become the poison pill clause that the financial system could not solve - and under the ice of Antarctica, his mother's clones were waiting for the final delivery.