Chapter 310

Her voice was calm, but Gary heard what fury and determination lay beneath that calm.

"What do you want to do?" he asked, though his heart already knew the answer.

Calista looked at the distant city lights, her gaze sharp as a blade.

"I'm not going to negotiate or hide."

"They crossed my line."

"White Chamber's European forces—I'll uproot them myself."

Calista fell silent.

She'd indeed been blinded by rage, full of "eye for an eye," but hadn't thought carefully that her sharpest weapons were her brain and scalpel, not guns.

"I won't let you go alone." Gary interrupted her thoughts, pulled out his phone, and dialed directly.

The call connected. He only said two sentences.

"Initiate 'Sweep' protocol. Target: Eldoria."

"I want all of them. Alive."

Hanging up, he met Calista's searching gaze and explained briefly, "Some business friends handling some business garbage. Very professional."

Calista: "..."

Business friends probably meant the kind with nuclear warheads.

Forty-eight hours later.

An unremarkable modern building in Eldoria's suburbs.

On the surface, this was a biotech company called "Rebirth" specializing in anti-aging research, somewhat renowned in the industry.

3 a.m. A convoy of unmarked black vehicles slid into the complex like ghosts.

No alarms, no gunfights—not even a dog barked.

The operatives cut all external communications, injected high-concentration sedative gas through ventilation ducts, then dismantled this building's defense systems layer by layer like disassembling a precision toy.

Gary sat in the command vehicle, screens before him divided into dozens of small blocks, each a real-time surveillance feed.

Beside him, Brian was so nervous his palms sweated, muttering quietly, "Mr. Frost, is this... is this a new form of international business warfare? I feel my professional skills can't keep up."

Gary ignored him, gaze locked on the main screen.

In the footage, his people had entered the core lab on basement level three.

Then everyone saw that horrifying scene.

Rows of cold cryogenic sleep chambers, immersed with various "test subjects"—some still retained basic human features, others twisted into indescribable monsters.

Data screens on walls scrolled with various inhumane experiment records.

"Test Subject 1, genetic collapse, destroyed."

"Test Subject 7, nervous system rejection, converted to 'nutrient solution.'"

A team member made a major discovery at the main computer.

He entered several commands, forcing open an encrypted file.

It was a list.

A long assassination list.

On it were Nobel laureates, government officials from various countries, well-known journalists, private investigators who'd tried investigating them.

And at the very top was Calista's name.

After her name, a crimson special notation—[Target Level: S+. Disposal Plan: Complete destruction. Not just physical elimination, but destroy her reputation, achievements, and all social relationships to completely 'invalidate' her in history.]

Seeing this line, the temperature in the command vehicle seemed to drop to freezing.

Brian sucked in a sharp breath. This wasn't business warfare anymore—this was crossing the line.

Gary's expression remained calm as water, but those who knew him understood this was the precursor to true rage.

He picked up the communicator, voice utterly flat.

"Copy all data, pack up the live ones. Five minutes, evacuate."

Calista received Gary's encrypted files the next morning.

Alone in the study, she finished reading all materials.

From those inhumane experiment records to that chilling assassination list.

She felt no anger, no fear.

When the worst suspicions were confirmed, what remained was only a nearly absolute calm.

Calista categorized all core evidence, added her professional analysis and annotations, and wrote an irrefutable report.

Every experiment's flaws, every data point's anti-human nature—she dissected everything with the most rigorous scientific language.

Then she submitted this report, along with Gary's provided map of White Chamber's illegal global financial flow networks, through an absolutely secure channel, anonymously to Interpol headquarters.

Calista wasn't filing a complaint.

She was handing over a blade.

A supremely sharp blade handed to the world's highest law enforcement agency.

Three days later, news exploded globally.

Interpol issued the highest-level red notices. On the list were over a dozen "big shots" with considerable reputation in global biotech, finance, and political fields.

Charges included crimes against humanity, illegal human experimentation, organizing transnational assassinations—a series of jaw-dropping accusations.

White Chamber, this leviathan always hidden beneath the surface, was for the first time dragged into sunlight in such an embarrassing posture.

Overnight, White Chamber's multiple bases worldwide were raided, related personnel arrested—the entire organization suffered unprecedented devastation.

Meanwhile, in an ancient castle.

A white-haired, white-bearded old man sat before a fireplace, watching the rolling red notice news on screen.

His fingers lightly tapped the armrest. That wrinkled face showed neither joy nor anger.

A black-clad figure silently entered, kneeling on one knee, head bowed low.

"Leader, the Eldoria station... completely finished. Our people planted inside Interpol have all gone dark."

The old man finally stopped tapping. He raised his head, a heart-palpitating light flashing in those cloudy eyes.

"Calista... Gary..."

He slowly spoke these two names, as if tasting something. "Good, very good. They think they've won? They destroyed decades of my life's work, destroyed my ship to the new world."

He stood and walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the snow-covered kingdom outside.

"They seized my ship, so I'll sink their raft."

"Initiate 'Gaia's Grasp.'"

The black-clad figure's body shook, horror showing on his face.

"Leader, 'Gaia's Grasp' is our final insurance. Once initiated, it will cause unpredictable consequences..."

"Consequences?" The old man laughed. "I want unpredictable consequences. I spent my life building order. Since they want to break it, I'll return complete chaos to this world."

He turned, fanatical light in his eyes.

"She wants to be a savior? Then I'll make her watch with her own eyes as everything she cherishes, everything she fought for, everyone she risked her life to protect... is ground to dust before her, one by one."

"I'll leave her with nothing."

...

Calista's life, after that heart-stopping assassination storm, bizarrely returned to calm.

This calm carried the oppressive feeling before a storm.

She returned to the lab.

Gary completely upgraded her lab's security system—iris and fingerprint dual verification required for entry, truly impregnable.

Her previous assistant, frightened by the last incident, had resigned and returned home.

The new assistant was named Vivian Lee—elite university graduate, strong professional capability, meticulous work, always looking at Calista with near-worshipful eyes.

Calista was very satisfied with her.

After having Ethan, she no longer spent all her time soaking in the lab like before.

She began learning to leave work on time, learning to separate work and life.

But her research never stopped.

After curing Ethan, she'd been improving the original technology.

The first-generation technology was like a sharp scalpel—could precisely excise lesions but placed enormous burden on the body.

What she wanted now was to transform it into a gentler, more universally applicable "key" that could unlock genetic locks at smaller cost.

This improved technology was her gift back to the world, and also her final strike to completely destroy White Chamber's theoretical foundation.

That afternoon, Calista completed the final sequence comparison under the microscope. She exhaled deeply, leaning back in her chair.

Done.

The new generation technology was theoretically perfectly closed-loop.

"Vivian, make three encrypted backups of all raw data and experiment logs—one local, two cloud, using highest-level encryption protocol." Calista rubbed her temples. After working continuously for over ten hours, her spirit was somewhat fatigued.

"Yes, Ms. Softhart." Vivian's face also showed joy. "You're amazing, this model is a work of art."

Calista smiled without speaking.

She got up to make coffee in the break room. The phone rang—the Frost Estate butler saying Ethan was catching butterflies in the garden, accidentally fell, scraped his knee a bit, and was crying for mommy.

Calista's heart immediately tightened. She forgot about coffee, grabbed her coat, and headed out.

"I'm going back. You handle this, then go home after finishing."

"Don't worry." Vivian nodded obediently, watching Calista hurry away.

The lab door closed behind her with a soft "click."

The smile slowly disappeared from Vivian's face.

She walked to the main console, fingers flying rapidly across the keyboard, beginning data backup according to Calista's instructions.

Every procedure was flawless.

Except when creating the third cloud backup, her left hand pulled from her pocket what looked like an ordinary USB drive, but the connector was actually a compact wireless signal transmitter.

Vivian inserted it into an extremely hidden backup port.

Data poured in like a waterfall.

One minute later, she removed the device, restored everything to its original state, then as usual, tidied up, turned off lights, and left work.