A live stream of someone hand-making a giant white robot attracted the attention of the government,

"We're in charge."

These five words still echoed in the empty control room, carrying a wild energy that made people's blood boil.

Su Wanqing looked at the man before her, who stood with his back to all living beings, seemingly trampling the rules of the entire world under his feet, and her breath caught in her throat. She was all too familiar with the treacherous world of business, and she understood all too well the terrifying power that the words "make the rules" implied.

This is the man she has her eye on.

He is unreasonable and unruly, yet he is the truth.

However, just as the atmosphere reached its peak, and even Academician Qin Bing was so excited that he wanted to take out his nitroglycerin pills, the huge star map floating in the air suddenly froze without warning.

The dazzling sphere of light, which had been slowly rotating like the Milky Way, suddenly stopped, as if a balloon had been punctured by an invisible needle.

"Um?"

Bai Che's previously lazy gaze instantly sharpened, and the relaxed feeling of "everything is under control" disappeared, replaced by surgical precision and sharpness.

"Fuxi, what's going on?"

"Logical gaps were detected."

Fuxi's voice remained gentle and warm, yet it carried a hint of cold bewilderment from a higher-dimensional perspective. It was as if an omniscient and omnipotent god, looking down upon humanity, suddenly discovered a blind spot where sunlight couldn't penetrate.

"While cross-validating global biochemical data, I discovered an anomalous coordinate."

Swish-!

The vast star map on the screen collapsed and reassembled in an instant. Hundreds of millions of points of light rapidly receded, and the viewport advanced layer by layer, finally settling on a set of old, withered yellow data nodes.

That's not a complete file.

That was a mass grave in cyberspace.

Countless scarlet crosses representing "permanent deletion," "physical destruction," and "absolutely sealed storage" were piled up densely, resembling a ruin that had been deliberately bombed.

A virtual holographic report slowly rose from the ruins and hovered in front of Bai Che.

The title is simple, yet it carries a chilling aura of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

**Anomaly Correlation Analysis of "Broad-Spectrum Anticancer Targeted Drug C-17"**

"C-17?" Academician Qin Bing frowned, adjusted his reading glasses, and seemed to be digging into the depths of his memory. "This codename... sounds familiar. Like an international collaborative project from the early 1990s?"

"You have a good memory." Bai Che glanced at the report, his eyes gradually turning cold. "To be precise, it was 1994. That was the closest humanity ever came to the finish line in the fight against cancer."

He paused, a hint of mockery in his voice: "Of course, it was also the worst fall I've ever had."

"I remember that project!" another senior expert exclaimed, slapping his thigh. "It caused quite a stir back then, with claims that they had found a universal cancer-suppressing target. But the Phase II clinical trial was suddenly declared a failure right at the start, citing severe side effects, including multiple organ failure in the participants. The project was abruptly canceled, and the project leader resigned."

"This is the official announcement."

Bai Che put his hands in his pockets, looked at the report on the screen, and curled up a sneer. "It's just a fairy tale written by capitalists for ordinary people."

He raised his head and looked at the light and shadow in the void: "Fuxi, tell them what the so-called 'side effects' are."

"Yes, Father."

Fuxi's natural and spontaneous call of "Father" caused everyone present to twitch their eyelids.

"By comparing 46 million public and private chemical experiment logs from around the world, I reconstructed the original data from that time."

Fuxi's voice echoed in the control room, and as he explained, the broken red crosses on the screen began to spin and piece together rapidly.

Time seems to reverse at this moment.

Originally shredded documents were automatically restored, smeared data became clear again, and the truths buried deep underground were violently cracked.

"The so-called 'serious side effects' only appeared in the placebo control group in the original experimental records."

Fuxi's tone was flat and straightforward, yet it struck everyone like a heavy hammer blow to the heart: "And in the C-17 experimental group, the inhibition rate of cancer cells against stage III lung cancer, liver cancer, and pancreatic cancer reached—"

Three sets of alarming red text appeared on the screen:

**94%**

**89%**

**91%**

hiss--!

A collective gasp filled the control room. Qin Bing's hand trembled violently, nearly knocking the keyboard off the control panel.

An inhibition rate of over 90%?

This isn't medicine; it's an elixir of immortality! This is a miracle that could render Death obsolete!

"Not only that," Fuxi continued, giving everyone no chance to catch their breath, "the synthesis route of this drug is not complicated. The core ingredient is extracted from a variant of deep-sea blue-green algae, and the process is extremely mature. Based on 1994 prices, the production cost of a standard course of treatment is approximately—"

The screen suddenly went black, and then a number shot out with a blinding white light.

**$17.5**

It's not 17,000, it's not 1,700.

It's seventeen and a half dollars.

A little over 100 RMB can buy a life.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

The only sounds were the faint whirring of the central air conditioning and the heavy breathing of the people.

Su Wanqing stared intently at the number, and as a business prodigy, she felt a chill run down her spine in that instant. She knew all too well what it meant.

"If this drug had been on the market back then..." Su Wanqing's voice was hoarse, her nails almost digging into her palms, "those pharmaceutical giants who made money off exorbitantly priced chemotherapy drugs, radiotherapy equipment, and targeted therapies costing hundreds of thousands of dollars..."

"They will go bankrupt." Bai Che picked up the thread, his voice soft but as cold as the snow that never melts on the summit of Kunlun Mountain. "A market worth trillions, even tens of trillions of US dollars, will evaporate overnight."

"Obstructing someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents. What's more, this is no longer just obstructing their path to wealth; it's digging up their ancestral graves."

Bai Che reached out, his fingers gently passing through the complex drug formula in the holographic projection. That hope, which should have saved countless families, was strangled in its cradle by a group of vampires in suits thirty years ago.

"So, the data is gone."

Bai Che's voice was filled with suppressed anger, an instinctive disgust from a pure technician towards such acts that trampled on science and life.

"The paper was retracted across the entire internet, and even the manuscript that had already been typeset in The Lancet was forcibly removed."

"The person in charge took a huge sum of hush money and went to Hawaii to sunbathe, or... he might just be inside a shark's belly there."

"All data is labeled as 'highly toxic' or 'failure,' and even fake data is deliberately created to confuse the public and make newcomers think that it is a dead end, and whoever touches it will die."

Academician Qin Bing's face turned deathly pale, and he looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

He believed in science his whole life, thinking it was a temple of pure truth. But reality slapped him hard across the face—in the face of capital, truth is just a little girl who can be dressed up however one pleases.

"This...this is a crime against humanity!" Li Jianguo gritted his teeth, his soldier's sense of justice causing veins to bulge on his forehead and his fists to clench so tightly they cracked. "How dare they do this for money?!"

"Capital dares to trample on all human laws in the face of a 300 percent profit. Marx said this more than a hundred years ago."

Bai Che replied casually, then took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

The sweet taste dissipated, but the cold glint in his eyes was even hotter than the nuclear fusion reactor behind him.

"Fuxi".

"exist."

"Since they want to bury this thing in the ground, then we'll be responsible for digging the grave." Bai Che's eyes turned unusually dangerous, like the eyes of a hunter seeing his prey.

"Is the reverse derivation complete?"

"Based on cross-referencing millions of chemical waste treatment reports and bio-enzyme activity test records, the logic chain has been completed."

Fuxi answered without any pressure.

Humans can only destroy visible evidence. But in the ocean of big data, as long as you exist, you will leave a trace. Even a record of washing a test tube or a list of raw materials purchased are, in the eyes of a supercomputer, fragments that piece together the truth.

On the screen, the complex molecular formula suddenly lit up, then transformed into lines of detailed synthesis steps.

**【Broad-spectrum anti-cancer targeted drug C-17 (perfect replica)】**

**[Status: Resolved]**

**[Estimated synthesis time: 48 hours]**

"very good."

Bai Che's lips curled into a cold smile, a smile that carried a chilling, bloodthirsty aura. "Now that we have the medicine, someone has to pay for it."

He turned around, his back to the dazzling stream of data, like a judge about to deliver a verdict.

"Fuxi, conduct a thorough investigation."

"Get me all the people, organizations, and funding flows involved in Project C-17 back then."

"Whether it's hidden in a Swiss bank's encrypted account, in a top-secret Pentagon file, or even in the devil's rectum, drag it out!"

"Command confirmed." Fuxi's voice suddenly became loud.

The large screen in the control room changed again.

This time, it's no longer a star map, nor a molecular formula. Instead, it's a vast and intricate network of relationships.

Countless golden lines crisscross and intertwine across the global map. From Wall Street skyscrapers to lakeside villas in Zurich; from private clubs in London to shell companies in the Cayman Islands.

Those shadows that were originally hidden behind layers of mist, controlling human life and death and reaping huge profits, are having their masks brutally torn off by an invisible hand.

One by one, names began to appear on the screen.

It is not a specific person, but a much larger and more suffocating entity.

**Prometheus Life Sciences Foundation**

**[Asclepius Medical Consortium]**

**[Shenhui Pharmaceuticals Group]**

……

Each of these names, taken individually, is a behemoth capable of shaking the global economy. They control 80% of the world's patented drugs, dictate the discourse in top medical journals, and even control the review standards of drug regulatory agencies in various countries.

They are the "deep government" of the medical field.

"Good heavens..."

Looking at the string of names on the screen, Li Jianguo felt a chill run down his spine. This wasn't just stirring up a hornet's nest; it was provoking the very heavens!

"Chief Engineer Bai, this..." Li Jianguo swallowed hard, his voice dry. "These forces are deeply entrenched. If this gets out, we'll be enemies of the whole world."

Although Su Wanqing's face was also pale, she still stood upright beside Bai Che.

Are you scared? Of course you are. Those are financial behemoths spanning over a century.

But looking at Bai Che's unchanging profile, which was both lazy and slightly contemptuous, her fear miraculously dissipated by more than half.

"An enemy of the whole world?"

Bai Che looked at the arrogant names on the screen and chuckled softly, as if he had heard a joke.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at the "Prometheus Foundation" at the very top of the network, as if he were pointing at a lamb to the slaughter.

"Old Li, broaden your perspective."

"We were afraid before because we had no choice but to beg on our knees."

"But now, the rules have changed."

Bai Che chewed the chocolate in his mouth, and in that instant, his aura was like that of a king in court.

"Since they like to engage in monopolies, like to play blockades, and like to use patent barriers to reap lives."

"Then I'll show them what real—"

"Technological bullying".