The Shocking Secret

A few days later, Oren drove once again to a secret warehouse on the outskirts, the hideout of his old comrade Chris. All the way, his thoughts were in turmoil: what secrets were hidden in those hacker files that had not yet been fully decrypted? When he arrived at the destination, it was already late at night, and the neon lights outside the warehouse were reflected on the dim street, casting a large shadow.

Oren approached the warehouse door cautiously, entered the password lock, and soon the door slowly opened. Chris came out to greet him, his face full of fatigue, but his eyes revealed an uncontrollable tension.

"Oren, you're here. I've looked through some of the files; you should take a look. The situation is much more complicated than we imagined," Chris said, indicating for Oren to come in.

They walked deep into the warehouse, where the computer screen displayed a row of densely packed folders, the screen's glow illuminating their tense faces. Chris sat down and quickly operated the computer, pulling up a newly decrypted folder.

"These files have just been decrypted, especially this part," Chris said as he opened a file. Oren's eyes quickly scanned the title, and he instantly felt a chill.

"Negative Alien Grant of Meteorological Weapon Technology to the Averland Empire - Climate Control Program"

"You're not mistaken," Chris whispered, "This technology can control the weather, creating large-scale disastrous weather conditions. The files mention that they have successfully tested it several times, including tornadoes, heavy rains, and even artificially induced earthquakes. According to this plan, they hope to use these means to strike against hostile countries."

Oren's brow furrowed even more, and he felt a wave of dizziness. Meteorological weapons... If this technology were used in warfare, it would bring unimaginable catastrophic consequences. It would not only cause destruction of buildings but also lead to the massacre of a large number of innocent civilians.

"This is not the worst part," Chris took a deep breath and continued, "Meteorological weapons are just one branch of their plan, and behind it is a much larger strategy called the 'Population Reduction Plan'." He clicked to the next page, revealing a massive plan outline.

The content in the files made Oren feel as if the world was collapsing before his eyes. This top-secret document, named 'Oklara Planet Population Reduction Plan,' was thousands of pages long, detailing how to gradually reduce the total population of Oklara planet through dozens of widely distributed actions. Each step was chilling.

The first phase was to use biotechnology to cause large-scale civilian infections with artificially manufactured viruses. The files meticulously recorded how to spread a specially designed virus through the respiratory tract, causing the infected person's immune system to rapidly collapse, leading to mass deaths. And this was just the first step.

Scrolling to the latter half of the file, Chris pointed to a passage, his voice trembling slightly, "And even more terrifying is the second step of the plan..." His finger stopped on a line of text - 'Global Vaccine Program'.

"On the surface, this is a seemingly humanitarian vaccine program, publicly claiming to combat the virus and help people become immune. But in reality, these vaccines are completely ineffective against the virus and are part of a much larger conspiracy," Chris's tone became increasingly somber, "In fact, these vaccines have been genetically compiled based on the genetic characteristics of specific races. After receiving this vaccine, it will completely destroy the immune system of the recipients of a particular race! After the immune system is completely destroyed, they will suffer from various incurable diseases, leading to mass deaths. And the speed at which this viral vaccine destroys the human immune system is also very slow, the more vaccines are injected, the faster the immune system is actually destroyed, which means that a large number of civilians on Oklara planet will slowly die within a few years, which also perfectly conceals this plan. People would never think that it was because of the vaccine they received years ago that they got sick and died."

Oren's hand clenched the edge of the table, cold sweat running down his spine. This plan was too terrifying.

"So, their ultimate goal is to eliminate most of the population of Oklara planet, leaving only a small enough group that is easy to control and manage," Chris said heavily.

Oren swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay calm. He realized that this was not just a conspiracy, but a disaster that threatened the entire planet's future. He quickly took out a micro-storage device from his pocket, copied these key files, and hid them in the lining of his shoe.

"Chris," he whispered, his gaze serious and urgent, "you must be careful, if these files are leaked, we will all be in danger. Try to use old-fashioned non-smart devices for all communication to prevent technical tracking and eavesdropping. You must be extremely cautious and protect yourself."

Chris nodded, stepped forward, and hugged Oren tightly, "Don't worry, brother. I will be careful, and you take care too."

Their farewell was brief and tense, and Oren did not stay any longer. He knew time was running out. He quickly left the warehouse, returned to his car, started the engine, and headed straight for Kahn's bar.

When Oren arrived at the bar, the night was already deep. The bar was still noisy, with music and the chatter of the crowd filling the air. Oren pushed through the crowd and quickly walked to the private room at the back of the bar. Inside, Rakien and Old Kahn had been waiting for a long time.

"Oren," Old Kahn spoke, his tone carrying a hint of anxiety, "how is the situation?"

Oren did not answer immediately but took out the storage device from the lining of his shoe and inserted it into the screen in the room. The content of the files instantly unfolded on the screen, presented before everyone.

When they saw the "Oklara Planet Population Reduction Plan," Rakien and the two Kahns' faces turned pale instantly. They stared at the detailed extermination plan on the screen, speechless for a long time.

"This... is inhumane," Rakien's voice was a bit hoarse.

Old Kahn frowned deeply, "It seems their goal is to fully control the planet, and the negative alien forces have penetrated to depths we can't imagine."

Oren nodded, looking unusually heavy.

"We need to come up with a meticulous plan," Rakien's gaze was cold and determined.

"Wait! What's this?" Old Kahn said, clicking the small plus sign next to the file.

The file suddenly popped up a new attachment, with the top in large font reading: Modified Gene Food Plan, Military Top Secret.

"Using biotechnology to compile the genes of food seeds, making them resistant to pesticides, while increasing the size of the fruit, and having no natural breeding ability," Rakien read quickly, "These genetically modified crops, when planted, use a large amount of fertilizer and herbicides to kill all weeds and other plants, leaving only this modified food."

"On the surface, it seems not bad," Oren frowned, pondering for a moment,

"No, it definitely won't be that simple!"