From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

Poison Ivy and Leo exchanged a glance and both nodded in agreement.

The requirement for three people's consent mitigates the risk of "unsuitable" individuals infiltrating the group.

After getting familiar with the environment for a while, Poison Ivy placed her laptop and incubator on the lab table and excitedly showed them her research results:

"Look, I have successfully designed this water-purifying algae! They are like miniature purification factories in the water. They can not only efficiently adsorb heavy metal ions and organic pollutants in the water, but also release oxygen through photosynthesis, thus thoroughly improving the water quality environment."

She lightly tapped the touchscreen with her fingertip to display a set of dynamic simulation images, in which algal cells stretched out fluorescent green tendrils in virtual water flow, gradually transforming turbid sewage into clear water.

"Based on Chlamydomonas reinhardtii, I added super anti-pollution genes and super vitality genes to design this new water-purifying algae."

Furthermore, I adjusted its nutritional composition to give it higher nutritional value—easily absorbed high-protein, low-sugar, low-fat, and rich in vitamins—making it a perfectly good nutritional supplement if cultivated in clean water.

Poison Ivy spoke eloquently.

Leo, however, drifted off into thought, recalling the algae-growing experts he had seen online before. Compared to amateur scientists, Poison Ivy, a professionally trained botanist with the backing of the Green Algae Foundation, undoubtedly produced better results.

While he was lost in thought, Poison Ivy had finished introducing the water-purifying algae and then presented even more groundbreaking research findings—

Leo's long-awaited Alcohol-2 crop!

"Next up is the alcohol-2 crop, which took me a lot of effort, but thankfully the results were very satisfactory!"

She suddenly raised her voice and took a fully mature, golden wheat plant from the incubator.

“Through gene-directed mutation technology, combined with the power of the green of all things, I found the core gene fragment in alcohol-2 wheat. Theoretically, as long as this gene is inserted into the DNA of any grass plant using gene editing equipment, the new crop can convert photosynthetic products into bio-ols and become a new alcohol-2 crop.”

"so perfect!"

Leo's eyes sparkled. In the world of 2077, the mystery of the alcohol-2 gene, which scientists from various countries could not decipher, was utterly defeated in the face of illogical magic.

At least this time, magic triumphed over science!

However, we shouldn't be too happy yet. Those scientists in the biotechnology field are not to be trifled with. In order to collect patent fees for alcohol-2 wheat, they release new viruses into the biological cycle every year, killing all crops that are not the latest.

He voiced his concerns, falsely claiming that it was an anti-theft measure by the rival research institute.

Poison Ivy's eyebrows shot up when she heard that they planned to actively spread the virus and eradicate plants on a large scale:

"I see. I was wondering why the genes of Chun-2 wheat were so chaotic, with many gene fragments added that were unrelated to yield. It turns out that was a backup plan they left behind..."

A bunch of inhuman beasts, making money off plants and then leaving this backdoor—using a virus similar to banana wilt to eradicate genetically defective plants! They all deserve to be killed!!

Leo nodded vigorously, almost applauding her.

Bruce, however, gave him a disapproving look.

Alcohol-2 crops are indeed a magical plant that can change the world order, but its creator is Poison Ivy, an extreme environmentalist who is hostile to humanity.

The existence of "greenery for all things" and a "tree council" in this world adds many variables...

While he was still deep in thought, the other two had already begun discussing improvement plans.

Poison Ivy gently stroked the wheat with her fingertips and pondered, "I can remove all these defective genes, so the new Alcohol-2 crop won't be afraid of their environmental viruses. Of course, if they deliberately cause trouble and research other viruses, it will definitely still be affected."

"It's alright. They study viruses, we'll study antiviral genes. As long as our crops yield more than theirs, they'll be the first to give up!"

“That’s right! They haven’t found the core gene fragment yet, but we can take the lead and produce higher-yield alcohol-2 corn and alcohol-2 rice to crush their alcohol-2 wheat!”

"Let's do it this way! Oh right... let's start with rice. Its yield is higher than wheat, which is enough to suppress them. Let's save the corn for later, as a trump card in a critical moment."

Leo's idea was simple: use the Alcohol-2 rice in exchange for benefits from Comtasia, letting them fight the biotechnology battle first. Once Blue Dream Company was fully developed and fearless of any enemy, they could then use the Alcohol-2 corn for their own purposes, doubling the yield to crush the competitors and seize the ecological niche of the energy giants!

That's what you call having a backup plan!

The wisdom passed down from our ancestors!

He suddenly thought of something else, no, two things, and quickly added:

"There are two other things. One is to study higher-yielding crops and see if the alcohol-2 gene can be transferred to super high-yield crops such as sweet potatoes and potatoes, which yield more than 5,000 catties per mu."

Another point is that we also need anti-theft measures. If the seeds become someone else's after being sold, then we can't use alcohol-2 crops as weapons to punish evil humans.

The evil human, Bruce, was about to lose his temper...

After a long silence, Poison Ivy gave her answer:

"Modern breeding companies like to force farmers to buy new seeds every year with hybrid seeds that are prone to degradation. Some particularly extreme companies even release genetically modified 'suicide seeds,' meaning these seeds can only be planted once normally. However, considering that our competitors also have gene-editing equipment, these methods are not foolproof..."

Okay, I'll try using the power of the Green of All Things. I successfully created Frank using human and plant genes before. This time, I can also look for inspiration from animals and give our Alcohol-2 plant some hibernation or death-feigning genes, which can only be activated with special reagents.

In this way, by adding layers of encryption to the reagent, we can ensure that growers will have to purchase reagents from us every year, thereby controlling the scale of their alcohol-2 crops!

"You're a genius, Ivy!"

Leo hugged her excitedly, his heart filled with boundless joy.

With the magical insurance of the Green of All Things, the scientists of Kangtao would never be able to decipher it, no matter how hard they tried. This meant they wouldn't have to worry about them kicking the fledgling Blue Dream Company out of business!

If we can add a bit more "nuclear deterrence" to prevent them from plundering and extorting, the two companies can enjoy a relatively stable honeymoon period!

Chapter 359 An Unexpected Visitor, Harleen Quezel

The super nuclear bomb is in hand. As long as we seize the right moment to throw it into the "cesspool", the stagnant world of 2077 will become lively!

Leo couldn't wait to see Comto and biotechnology clash—only by bringing down or damaging these towering trees could saplings like Blue Dream Company have a chance to bask in the sunlight.

He suppressed his excitement and shook Poison Ivy's shoulders forcefully: "How long will it take to complete? I only need the gene samples and the awakening reagent; I don't need to consider large-scale production."

Since Kangtao has gene-editing equipment anyway, let them produce their own seeds. Lanmeng can control their supply of reagents and hold them hostage!

His excitement reminded Poison Ivy of the wonderful time she spent on her university campus, when her classmates were just as energetic and could cheer for the smallest things.

You can also open the dorm door and yell down the hallway when you're in a bad mood...

It was only half a year ago, but when I recall it, it feels like it happened a long time ago, and it feels unreal.

She was momentarily dazed, not even realizing that her "anthropic disorder" hadn't flared up.

"All preparations were completed several days ago. As long as we learn how to use these advanced devices, we can theoretically achieve results within one or two days."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get started!"

As an equipment supplier, Leo naturally has a "User Manual (I)" which is extracted from the equipment's data chip.

He imported the electronic version into his offline work computer and shared it with the two participants in the experiment.

Needless to say, Poison Ivy was a top student majoring in "Plant Science and Technology," and her learning efficiency was extremely high. She was able to start operating the equipment quickly, albeit with some difficulties.

(IV) Wine abandoned three times, but Bruce was faster than her—

Bateman's knowledge base has reached an extremely high level, allowing him to quickly master even unfamiliar equipment and technologies.

Leo was responsible for answering questions and providing solutions when they encountered difficulties by repeating Chunbai's words.

The three worked together to dedicate themselves to this groundbreaking technological revolution in gene editing.

By the time they had a basic grasp of how to use the equipment and began to put it into practice, it was already evening.

If Alfred hadn't called Bruce, the three of them might have remained engrossed in the experiment, working day and night.

"Okay, okay, I understand..."

Bruce made a few perfunctory remarks and hung up the phone, then turned to look at the two men who were still engrossed in their work at the gene-editing workstation.

"It's already seven o'clock. Shall we rest for a bit and then have dinner?"

Poison Ivy stared intently at the screen, not even blinking: "Wait a little longer. The genes for the water-purifying algae have been completed, and simulation experiments are underway."

Upon hearing this, Bruce quickly came over to check.

A groundbreaking invention is about to be born, so we can't let Poison Ivy and the even more dangerous time travelers run rampant.

On the screen, the progress bar slowly advances to 100%, and new changes occur.

Suddenly, the holographic projection on the workstation lit up, and the gene chain structure unfolded like a rotating nebula, with red dots marking mutation sites precisely embedded into the algal DNA sequence.

[Gene chain architecture recombination complete, currently undergoing molecular-level stability calibration... Loading status, please keep the terminal silent...]

A clear, mechanical female voice rang out, reporting on the workstation's progress.

After anxiously waiting for more than ten minutes, I received a report that was neither good nor bad.

[Genome stability index: 87.31.2 (moderate), 3.7% redundant base pair clusters detected; CRISPR-12 protocol recommended for topology pruning.]

Leo had to admit that he didn't understand... This broken machine didn't speak human language and produced a bunch of technical terms.

Poison Ivy only partially understood the explanation, so she quickly took out the instruction manual to interpret it.

"Let me see... The standard for gene stability in commercially available genetically modified crops is over 99%, so it seems there's still room for improvement..."

Leo nodded, remaining silent to avoid revealing his ignorance.

While she was pondering, Poison Ivy suddenly heard a strange gurgling sound beside her.

Turning my head, I realized the sound was coming from Leo's stomach.

"I was so busy today, I only had some cookies for lunch..."

He explained awkwardly.

Poison Ivy nodded understandingly: "I also got hungry very quickly when I was in school. If I missed a meal, I would feel like my stomach was about to burst. Let's go eat first. Frank said he wanted to see you."

Leo couldn't agree more.

The two chatted and laughed as they walked toward the laboratory exit, only realizing they had forgotten something when they were almost there.

Turning around, I saw Bruce following behind with a blank expression.

Poison Ivy was anything but friendly to this notorious playboy of Gotham City, even though he had indeed displayed considerable intelligence today.

“My humble abode is simple, so I won’t invite you, Mr. Bruce. I’m sure the female researchers would be happy to have dinner with you.”

"Okay, see you later."

Batman always exudes such charm when playing Bruce Wayne, even when Leo is giving him a mocking look...

Back in his personal biosafety cabinet, after taking off the heavy and bulky protective suit, Leo felt completely refreshed.

After stepping out of the safety cabinet, Poison Ivy arrived after a two-minute wait.

"Let's go first. Mr. Bruce is never short of banquets and invitations."

"That's right~"

Leo followed her into the elevator, leaving the poor Batman behind.

Ding--

The elevator doors closed and it slowly ascended.

At the same time, Bruce also came out—still wearing that protective suit.

"Ah Fu, bring me dinner and a few cups of black coffee."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and turned back to the laboratory.

While Bruce makes his secret progress, Leo visits Poison Ivy's residence, or rather... the botanical garden, once again.

If the previous three-story sunroom was somewhat aesthetically pleasing and could bring joy to plant lovers, then the current one, crammed with all sorts of plants, even covering the walls and ceiling, is enough to trigger trypophobia.

It's the kind of thing that can make a hay fever sufferer's heart stop just by looking at it.

Fortunately, the top-floor apartment was relatively clean and tidy, as Poison Ivy herself also liked sunlight.

The moment Leo stepped onto the lawn, Frank's booming voice rang out: "Whoa, look who's here! Leo! You haven't been here in ages, the last time we met was...!"

Come quick! My therapist just told me that hugs can relieve stress and release hormones, and that I should hug at least eight times a day! I hugged the orange tree on the left, a few bamboo stalks on the right, and the grass on the ground; that's enough for five more hugs!

Papapa—

As it spoke, it patted its green belly and swayed back and forth, fully demonstrating the essence of being a show-off.

Before Leo could even speak, another guest in the room began to wail, clutching his head.

"Oh my god... Ivy, can't you do something about your little pet? It's been talking to me for five hours straight, five hours! I finally managed to quiet it down, and now it's started again!"

The blonde woman gritted her teeth, wishing she could pounce on Frank and bite him.

Leo was stunned: "Harley Quinn?"

"Huh?" The blonde beauty looked at him speechlessly. "It hasn't even been two weeks, and you've already got my first and last name wrong... Fine, let me reintroduce myself. My name is Harleen Quezel, Ivy's psychiatrist."

Chapter 360 Life is tough, Poison Ivy sighs.

"Leonardo DiCaprio, Chairman and CEO of Blue Dream Corporation. Just call me Leo."

Leo introduced himself with great gentlemanly manners, looking her over with a straightforward yet polite gaze.