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The voice just fell.

The study door was suddenly pushed open.

Zhang Xin rushed in, his face paler than Shen Fei had ever seen, his knuckles blue from gripping the tablet computer so tightly.

He even forgot to knock.

"Boss!"

Zhang Xin's voice was trembling, filled with a kind of horror as if he had seen a ghost.

"The preliminary analysis report for the sample is out."

He handed over the tablet computer stiffly.

"You'd better see for yourself."

Shen Fei took the tablet.

Su Man and Kyle also came over.

The screen was filled with dense data and chemical formulas, most of which they couldn't understand.

However, the conclusion at the bottom is highlighted in bold red font.

[WARNING: The sample contains high concentrations of unknown bioactive compounds and a mixture of various potent carcinogens and teratogens. Its overall toxicity assessment exceeds the "maximum danger" standard defined by the International Marine Conservation Organization by 74 times.]

[Additional Information: An unidentified complex enzyme structure was detected, exhibiting extremely strong cellular invasiveness and gene recombination induction properties. It is recommended to immediately terminate all contact and store the sample in a highest-security (Biosafety Level 4) facility.]

[Note: This is not industrial wastewater. This is a biological weapon.]

The study was quiet.

Kyle, a tough guy who had been on the battlefield, swallowed hard and uttered two words.

"madman."

Su Man instinctively gripped Shen Fei's arm, her fingertips icy cold.

"74 times?" she muttered to herself. "What are they trying to do? Turn the entire Newfoundland fishing grounds into a dead sea?"

"No."

A cool, clear voice came from the video call.

Hannah Schmidt, who had been listening in silence, finally spoke up.

She appeared on the screen at some point, with her perpetually spotless laboratory in the background.

"His vision is too narrow."

Hannah's face was expressionless, as if she were stating a fact.

"I've seen a similar structure to this 'enzyme' before. In one of my advisor's discarded manuscripts."

She paused for a moment, as if recalling something.

"It's a theoretical gene 'editor,' designed to forcibly alter the genetic information of organisms to adapt them to extreme environments, such as... high pressure zones in the deep sea or areas of nuclear radiation."

"But 99.9% of the test subjects collapsed and turned into uncontrollable tumor tissue. The remaining 0.1% turned into monsters."

Hannah looked at Shen Fei.

"Poseidon Industries' goal is not pollution. Pollution is merely a side effect."

"They will use that sea again to conduct a genetic experiment of unprecedented scale."

"The 'steel heart' beneath that Prometheus platform is the energy source, used to activate and catalyze these 'editors.' They are artificially and rapidly creating a completely new 'species' capable of adapting to the extreme environments they have set."

Shen Fei tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

thump.

thump.

thump.

He finally understood why he felt that deep-seated rejection and brutality when his spiritual power probed into the seabed that day.

That wasn't the coldness of a machine.

Those were the silent cries of countless lives being forcibly twisted and transformed.

"David".

Shen Fei spoke, his voice eerily calm.

In the video, David Murray immediately responded, "Boss, I'm here."

"What would happen if this report were submitted to the Canadian government or leaked to the media?"

David gave a wry smile.

"The best-case scenario is that the report is defined as 'commercial defamation,' we are countersued, and Shield Risk goes out of business the next day."

"In the worst-case scenario, this report would trigger national security regulations and be taken over directly by the military. Then, all of us who have had access to this report would spend the rest of our lives in some unknown military base for 'endangering national security.'"

"Poseidon Industries' parent company is Arctic Shield."

"Arctic Shield's biggest customer is the Canadian military."

"We can't win."

David's words were direct and desperate.

This is the rule.

Rules for adults.

In the face of absolute power, the truth is worthless.

Kyle's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Then we'll do it our way!" he growled. "Boss, let me go one more time! This time I'll bring explosives! I'll send that platform back to its original state!"

"it's useless."

Shen Fei shook his head.

"They can just bomb one platform and build another. Besides, you're not dealing with company security guards, you're dealing with paramilitary forces. We can't waste our lives like that."

He stood up.

We arrived in front of the huge world map.

His gaze fell upon the winding coastline of the east coast of North America.

"They have their rules."

Shen Fei stretched out his hand, his fingers slowly tracing the coastline.

"We have ours too."

"They think that if they dump the garbage into the ocean, no one will know and no one will care."

That's because the ocean in the past didn't speak.

Shen Fei turned around and looked at the three people in the room, as well as David and Hannah in the video.

His eyes changed.

It's no longer just anger.

It was a larger, older, and colder emotion.

It's like looking down on ants from a high mountain.

It's like a glacier rolling across a plain.

"Since they don't want to follow the rules on land."

"Then I'll show them the rules of the ocean."

Su Man felt uneasy.

"Shen Fei, what do you want to do?"

Shen Fei did not answer her directly.

He looked at David in the video.

"David, give me something."

"Boss, what is it?"

"The precise coordinates of all nuclear power plants along the east coast of North America, from Newfoundland to Florida. In particular, the locations of their cooling water circulation systems and intake points."

"It needs to be accurate to the meter."

For an instant.

The entire study, along with the two offices on the other end of the video call, fell into a deathly silence.

Kyle's mouth dropped open, his face showing utter disbelief.

Su Man covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes filled with terror.

David Murray stood up abruptly from his boss's chair, causing the video feed to shake and his cigar to fall to the ground.

"Boss...the boss?"

David's voice was dry, as if it had been sanded.

"What...what do you need this for?"

This is no longer a business battle.

This is a declaration of war against the lifeline of a modern industrial nation.

If the intake of any nuclear power plant were blocked or contaminated by this level of biochemical pollutants, the consequences would be a national-level disaster.

That would displace millions of people, cause trillions of dollars in economic losses, and be a huge scandal that would leave a country in a state of utter chaos.

No matter how strong Poseidon Industries' background is, it can't protect them in the face of such a disaster.

However, those who do this will become public enemies of the whole world.

"I want to invite some important people to watch a fireworks display."

Shen Fei said calmly.

His expression remained completely calm, as if he were talking about something utterly ordinary.

"Poseidon Industries believes their backing is so strong that they can disregard everything."

"Then I'll escalate things to the point where even their backers can't cover it up."

"When the financial giants who truly control this country find their power plants, their ports, and their shipping routes exposed to an uncontrollable threat, what do you think they will do?"

Shen Fei smiled.

"They will slaughter this mad dog that's running rampant, Poseidon Industries, as quickly as possible. Not even a bone will be left."

"As for us?"

"We are just well-meaning fish farm owners who happened to discover the source of pollution and 'accidentally' made a big deal out of it."

In the study, everyone was stunned by Shen Fei's crazy plan.

They looked at the man in front of them.

Only then did they truly realize what kind of being they were following.

He is not a businessman.

He was a king.

A king who uses the entire ocean as a chessboard and ocean currents and tides as weapons.

"But... how do we accurately deliver these pollutants to such a distant place?" Kyle raised the most crucial technical question. "By ship? That would be too easy to detect."

Shen Fei walked back to the window.

He reached out and gently placed his hand on the cold glass.

Outside the window, the Atlantic Ocean stretched out in complete darkness, its waves surging.

"I don't need a boat."

His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable power.

"This sea will personally deliver my 'judgment' to where it belongs."