IV：Dinner at Silver Manor

The air in Manhattan's Upper East Side was filled with the sweet smell of French foie gras and genetic modifiers. Leo tugged at the cuffs of his Armani couture suit, and the nanosilver detector hidden in the cufflinks burned his wrist bones. The invitation to the Blood Clan's "charity auction" tonight was printed with the seal of the Federal Reserve, and the guest list included five traitors from the werewolf gang.

"Sir, your plasma margarita." The cocktail glass on the waiter's tray glowed fluorescent blue, and the subprime mortgage security model at the bottom of the glass slowly rotated.

Leo's Wolf King Eyes scanned the CRISPR virus chain in the wine, numbered X-13β - exactly the same as the model of his gene lock. He shook the wine glass, and the sound of ice cubes colliding covered the crackling of his knuckles: "Change it to bourbon, add triple wolfsbane and aconite essence."

The waiter's pupils instantly shrank into the vertical lines that are unique to vampires, and then quickly recovered: "I'll prepare it for you right away, Mr. Wu."

In the reflection of the marble columns, Leo caught a glimpse of what was happening in the box on the second floor - three werewolf elders from the Canadian Icefield Group were being injected with the so-called "charity vaccine", and the bankruptcy date of Lehman Brothers was engraved on the tail of the syringe.

When the auctioneer struck the silver hammer, a holographic projection suddenly dropped from the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. Data on subprime mortgage defaults in 2008 flowed into a river of blood above the guests' heads, with genetically modified werewolf organ specimens floating in the middle.

"Lot 17: Wolf spleen slices from the day Bear Stearns went bankrupt!" The auctioneer's voice was distorted, like a leaky synthesizer, "with priority use of the Federal Reserve's emergency discount window…"

The lining of Leo's suit was soaked with cold sweat. His bracelet suddenly became hot, and the Viking runes moved under his skin. The retina pop-up window flashed wildly:

**> A modified version of the virus methamphetamine was detected

> Each mg contains 0.7 BTC hashrate binding + wolf gene reverse engineering protocol**

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Ms. Margaret, one of the Canadian elders, began to applaud, with a micro-syringe hidden in her jade necklace pendant. Leo counted her pulse - every three wolf heartbeats there was a unique stagnation of the vampire race, a typical sign of a double agent.

"Fifty million, for the third time!" As the silver hammer fell, the chandelier suddenly sprayed silver mist. Margaret's pupils turned into a reptilian amber, and the veins on her neck bulged like the Dow Jones index time-sharing chart.

When the waiter returned with the bourbon, Margaret was tearing open her evening gown with her wolf claws, and her spine burst into barbed vampire bone wings. Her screaming frequency blew the crystal chandelier into powder, and Leo's nanosilver detector melted directly.

"What does a subprime loan taste like?" The auctioneer tore off the human skin mask, revealing the mechanical fangs of the Pale Hand Financial Governor. "This is an adjustable interest rate poison designed specifically for the wolf tribe..."

The moment Leo poured bourbon at the Governor, the waiter mutated - his tuxedo was torn into flesh membranes, his spine grew an amalgam skeleton of wolf tendons and vampires, and his hands turned into claws in the shape of CME copper futures contracts.

Before Fed Governor Williams could finish screaming, the hybrid's claws stabbed him in the eye socket. Blood splattered on the hologram of subprime securities, forming a strange candlestick pattern. Leo smelled a familiar smell of blood - exactly the same as when his mother died in the Fed vault.

"It's time to change the dealer." He tore off his pearl necklace, and the steel ball smashed three fire sprinkler heads under the guidance of the Wolf King's Eye. Liquid nitrogen mixed with nano-silver powder swept through the hall, temporarily freezing the mutation tide.

As Leo kicked open the escape hatch, the bracelet suddenly tightened around his wrist. The Viking rune **ᚦᛖᛁᚱ** (pain) burned bloody marks on his skin, and the pain triggered a flashback to when his Viking past used the same rune to mark looted Anglo-Saxon silver coins in 865 AD.

Wolf howls were heard at the end of the passage, and the remnants of the Canadian Icefield Group were eating the vampire bodyguards. Leo's retinal scan showed that there were reflections of Bitcoin mining machines in their eyes - Victor's drug factory really spread the computing virus.

"On the third floor underground of the Silver Manor," the werewolf of the Icefield Group spat out blood foam mixed with mercury vapor, "there is the arsenal you want... and even dirtier things."

Leo opened his mouth and found a micro blockchain address engraved on his tongue. Suddenly, the floor of the entire manor began to vibrate, and a roar deeper than a wolf's howl came from underground - the sound of the quantum computer group for high-frequency trading starting up.

Margaret's mutant crashed through the wall, and on her bone wings were Director Williams's financial reform speech. Leo was about to fight back, but the bracelet suddenly shot out a rune beam, nailing the mutant to the load-bearing column with the Lehman Brothers logo.

"ᛏᚢᚱᛁᛋᚨᛦ (Judgment)." The strange Old Norse language gushed out of Leo's throat, as if the bracelet was controlling his vocal cords.

When evacuating from the ventilation duct, Leo picked up a 9th century Viking silver coin from the exhaust vent. When he wiped off the blood, the statue of Odin on the silver coin turned into his own completely wolf-like profile. The buzzing of the DOA drone group came from behind him, but he was more concerned about the new changes in the bracelet - the rune **ᚠᛖᚺᚢ (wealth)** began to pulsate under his skin.

A mechanical wolf howl was heard from the basement of the manor, which was exactly the same as the waveform of the Chicago Federal Treasury. Leo's Bitcoin wallet suddenly received an anonymous transfer: 327.4 BTC, with "entrance fee" written in the remarks column.

When he opened the blockchain browser to trace the source, the blood in his body almost froze - the creation date of the transfer address was October 19, 1987 (Black Monday), and the signature column was the genetic hash value of his father Wu Tianyou.

Deep in the ventilation duct, a waiter who was not infected by the virus was twitching. Leo turned his face and found that he was wearing the same jade earrings as his mother, with a tattoo of **X-13γ** printed behind his earlobe.

"Silver...the manor is an altar..." The waiter squeezed out these words before he died, his pupils reflecting the shadow of the Viking warship emerging behind Leo.

When the drone's infrared rays swept across the vent, Leo had already disappeared. Only the blood-stained Viking silver coin remained, with the new date of the vampire invitation slowly emerging on the back:

**At the time of the lunar eclipse, the reckoning of the twilight of the gods begins**