Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1251: Chapter 92: Artificial Soul

A shadow swiftly streaked past the entrance, and one of the two guards stationed there was instantly struck hard in the abdomen, collapsing to the ground. In the process, the weapon in his hand was also seized by the attacker.

Under the rapid alarm, all eyes converged almost entirely on this intruder.

Several guards blocked the front of Mr. Haus, and the person who appeared to be the guard captain quickly issued orders. In the next moment, several flashes of fire erupted as streams of bullets simultaneously poured onto the intruder.

Yet the intruder’s movements were exceptionally agile, like a giant Black Cat, finding cover in an instant.

“What’s going on? Why is someone breaking in?” Mr. Haus revealed an exasperated expression, angrily looking at Jimmy.

Jimmy, however, shook his head, his frowning brows also seemingly puzzled about the intruder’s situation.

But after all, there is only one intruder, and there are many guards here, equipped with high-quality weapons, naturally not afraid—at this moment, under the captain’s command, seven guards began to cautiously approach the intruder’s cover.

At this moment, hidden behind the cover, she first glanced at the seized weapon in her hand: Kalashnikov 1974.

“So this is the weapon of this civilization…” she murmured, looking down, and then quickly etched a dark red mark on the handle with her finger—when the mark fully merged with the gun, it gained a special kind of ‘Life’.

In the next moment, her fingers swiftly sketched two other marks on her long boots—afterwards, she exhaled slowly, then crouched down and exerted force!

From behind the cover, a shadow suddenly darted out at high speed, with the gathered crowd unable to react in time. Only the sound of bullets whizzing out of the barrel resounded like firecrackers!

The gunfire rapidly erupted and then immediately paused… it seemed there were only seven shooting sounds, yet the encircling seven guards fell to the ground one by one—none were exceptions, all had been shot in the forehead in almost the same spot, dying instantly.

In the process of sprinting and leaping, shooting seven consecutive times, hitting the same spot of the guards to achieve a lethal strike… most researchers perhaps couldn’t understand the method, but the other guards here were different.

Almost in the same instant, all the guards felt a chilling sensation, and the captain gritted his teeth, becoming extremely tense, “Everyone be careful, this person may have undergone top-level special agent training… quickly escort the boss away!”

“Agent…” Mr. Haus furrowed his brows, “Could they have sent…”

Mr. Haus thought rapidly, but at the moment he had no doubts; hurriedly leaving down another passage, surrounded by several guards.

But the intruder obviously did not intend to give up just like that, leaping out again with a near anti-gravity posture, running across the walls. The Kalashnikov 1974 in her hand frantically spewed bullets!

With each bullet fired, another guard silently fell to the ground—when the magazine of the Kalashnikov 1974 had only three bullets left, only one guard remained on the scene: the captain of the guards.

She ended her extraordinary wall running, jumping and landing on the ground, casually holding the Kalashnikov 1974 like wielding a Longsword, walking step by step.

At this moment, the captain stood before Mr. Haus, while the researchers had long huddled in terror, hiding everywhere.

Mr. Haus took a deep breath, despite his pale face, he still maintained maximum composure… the current situation was not as perilous as the wars he participated in when young, yet not much lesser.

“Who sent you?” Mr. Haus asked the intruder in a low tone.

“No one,” she casually shook her head, “I have no one behind me, I’m only here to solve a problem.”

“Do we have a conflict of interest?” Mr. Haus asked again in a deep voice.

“Not currently, and in the future… naturally not,” the corners of her lips forming a subtle curve under the silver eyepatch, as she slowly raised the assault rifle in her hand.

“What do you want, wealth, status, or technology? I can offer you all that.”

Cold sweat broke out on Mr. Haus’s forehead, “As long as you stop this violence… no matter how strong you are, once I seal this place, you cannot escape. I spent ten years building this place.”

“That’s not certain…” she shrugged, “I entered without a key, didn’t I? This place can’t trap me.”

“She’s out of bullets—!”

The captain suddenly jerked awake, without hesitation pressed the trigger—Kalashnikov 1974 has a limited bullet capacity, the number of fallen guards vividly flashed through his mind, he absolutely did not believe the enemy could maintain precise aim during such an incredible wall run without wasting a single bullet!

Boom—!!

“Yes!”

“How is it possible…”

Fallen was… the battle-hardened captain among the guards.

Mr. Haus was startled, seeing the intruder walking directly towards him, utterly terrified, his guards fallen, nearly all his reliance gone.

“Please don’t act impulsively.” Mr. Haus retreated, soon backing up to the massive vitreous container, his eyes searching… for someone who could assist him.

But all the researchers were hiding, though some quietly peeped out, clearly not daring to intervene—at the same time, Mr. Haus saw his private assistant Jimmy, who also found cover, now only peeking out.

Their eyes met, and it wasn’t difficult for Mr. Haus to see the panic and hesitation in Jimmy’s eyes.

Finally, she reached Mr. Haus, placing the Kalashnikov 1974 directly against Mr. Haus’s chest, tearing apart the last vestiges of the old man’s courage.

His breathing quickened, his face turned pale, his body trembled.

Her gaze shifted from Mr. Haus to the observation port through the vitreous container, looking at the contents inside.

“You guys here seem to call this technology… cloning? Correct?” She smiled, “If I’m not mistaken, this is your clone inside, right?”

“We could negotiate, right, miss.” Mr. Haus keenly sensed her intention to engage in conversation.

She replied calmly, “If I’m not mistaken, real-life cloning seems to be temporarily forbidden… You’re dying, aren’t you.”

At this point, Mr. Haus gradually became less afraid. He nodded, his eyes holding both longing and fear, the look of a drowning person, “You’ll never understand an old man’s attachment to life and fear of death… If I have this capability, why wouldn’t I try.”

“I’m not interested in whether you’re dying.” She shook her head and chuckled, “I’m more intrigued by this method of life replication… Has he gained consciousness yet.”

Mr. Haus initially kept silent but the gun pressed against his chest made him relent helplessly, “His body structure is stabilizing, and brain waves have been detected… The cerebral cortex began showing activity last month; we suspect he has developed consciousness.”

“Is that so.” She said indifferently, “You still haven’t mastered the means of consciousness transfer, have you… So even if you create a clone, it’s merely a new life, fundamentally unable to continue yourself…”

Mr. Haus remained silent.

She suddenly sneered, “Honestly, I prefer straightforward people. There are still some things you’re not saying, aren’t there… Gene Zero.”

“How do you know!” Mr. Haus raised his head abruptly.

“That’s not for you to worry about.” She shook her head, then tapped Mr. Haus’s cheek with the gun barrel, “Let your researchers complete the last steps; I also want to see your technology.”

Just then, as Mr. Haus lowered his head in thought, she suddenly kicked out, hitting Mr. Haus’s knee, causing him to kneel on the ground, while grabbing his arm and deftly pulling out a black handgun from his waist, “Remember to be honest.”

This was Mr. Haus’s final reliance… At this moment, his face was ashen, uncertain of the intruder’s purpose, “Doctor, everyone come out, continue the experiment!”

But the researchers dared not come out.

She immediately pointed the handgun at the ceiling, firing two shots, her voice coldly spreading, “I’m a very accurate shooter… You can try?”

Finally, a young researcher trembled as he slowly emerged from his hiding spot.

A strange scene occurred, with the intruder eliminating all guards within minutes, controlling everything here.

Some individuals had tried to sneak away during the chaos, but at the exit, the door lock couldn’t be opened—even the password was rendered useless.

The intruder wearing leather sat leisurely at a nearby table, legs crossed, nibbling on the chocolate candy originally placed on the table, while the floor was littered with guard corpses and researchers silently continued their work.

Jimmy watched the mysterious woman, moving next to Mr. Haus… Seeing that she didn’t seem intent on stopping, he cautiously relaxed and helped Mr. Haus up.

“Old… boss?”

“Do not act rashly…” Mr. Haus shook his head slightly, then took a deep breath and said seriously, “Help me over.”

Jimmy nodded, supporting Mr. Haus as they gradually approached this mysterious and intensely formidable woman… Though his eyes briefly flashed with puzzlement.

“How much do you know about Gene Zero?” Mr. Haus asked in a deep voice upon reaching the mysterious woman.

“In the world, only a very small number of people carry this gene.” She spoke slowly, “There’s no pattern in its appearance, and the carriers share no common traits. They could be geniuses, madmen, or just ordinary cleaners… Similarly, no matter how excellent someone is, they might not necessarily have it. So Gene Zero remains unreplicable, but it seems can be artificially crafted, and that’s your key to rebirth, right?”

Mr. Haus contemplated silently, slowly sitting down with Jimmy’s help, “There was once an outstanding biologist, whom I regarded as the greatest genius of this century. While participating in the Human Genome Project, he inadvertently discovered Gene Zero, yet this discovery threatened to overturn the entire world… So instead of revealing it, he used the finding to reverse-engineer the composition of human material genes, pushing the human material gene chain to the extreme limit of 99.999%.”

Speaking of this, Mr. Haus observed the intruder’s expression, finding her unaffected, and continued, “This genius won an award six years ago for his extreme discovery. I was very interested in his finding, approached him, and offered to fund more of his research. Meanwhile, another force seemed to target him as well…”

The intruder merely unwrapped another chocolate candy and placed it in her mouth.

Mr. Haus said, “This mysterious force is far more terrifying than I imagined… But they hadn’t penetrated Hua Country yet, so I had to transfer funds here and continue supporting this talented scholar’s research… Eventually, when the research was completed, they suddenly appeared.”

She said casually, “Then after all your hard work, your progress was just taken by this force, right?”

Mr. Haus coldly laughed, “Isn’t it.”

She suddenly laughed, “Old man, don’t tell me you mistook me for one of them?”

“You’re not?” Mr. Haus frowned.

“Think whatever you like.” She shrugged, “According to you, this mysterious force has already taken the results… Then what happened next, are you continuing the research?”

Mr. Haus nodded, “That time, I suffered severe losses and the talented scholar was taken… But fortunately, some of his students escaped unharmed. I spent much time reestablishing the lab, continuing the initial experiments… But the most crucial part was missing at the time, which I only recently recovered. This research finally has a chance at success.”

“I’m afraid that force has long succeeded with their experiments.” She sneered.

“Whether they succeeded early or not doesn’t matter to me.” Mr. Haus shook his head, “As long as my own succeeds.”

“Almost.” She mocked, “I’ve seen plenty of dying magnates like you, rushing to seek immortality when they’re close to death…”

“What do you intend to do?” Surprisingly, it was Jimmy who asked this time, not Mr. Haus.

His eyes locked onto the mysterious woman’s face as if trying to see through her.

The woman smiled, “I said I’m here to resolve issues… And now I want to see how this artificial Gene Zero is born. Oh, there’s one thing you might not be aware of, and that is… you’re already touching a real Life Forbidden Zone. Compared to artificial Gene Zero, I’m more inclined to call it… an Artificial Soul.”