"What do you mean, Mr. Coater? Isn't Greenpan dead? ”

He hadn't said that himself. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 As you should know, President Greene was attacked in Indiana, and the very next day, something flowed out of PfizerSmithKline's biological property vault -- his heart. Until then, he had been replacing his biological heart with an artificial heart. Kurt walked to the window, and under the tall building, in the dense commercial area in the heavy rain, he couldn't tell whether it was a virtual panorama or a real flow of people.

"According to your investigation report to Dahl, this heart went to the black market of organ trading in Danyun City, and a person named Wu Xiu finally received a heart transplant."

"Yes, it's true, I saw it with my own eyes." Wen Ying took over the conversation.

"You know who he is, Wu Xiu used to be Green's administrative assistant, and for a long time, Green trusted him very much."

"Now he's still the boss of the Qi Shen Group." Ding Yi muttered.

"A week ago, Wu Xiu left Danyun City, which he hadn't left for several years, and appeared somewhere in Japan." Kurt brought up a surveillance picture of Wu Xiu glancing back at a certain block. "The last time Greenpan appeared in public was at the moment when the gene ban bill was about to be spent. Now, the bill has been passed by WHO. The format has changed, and I hope you can help me investigate why. I hope my worries are unfounded. Someone with part of Greenpan's body means that Greenpan still exists. As long as his will is alive, then Pfizer-SmithKline still belongs to him. He's a biohacker. ”

"Mr. Cotter, do you mean to find Wu Xiu and get an answer from him, or to destroy him?" Ding Yi said straight to the point.

"It's not an easy task, but I'm sure you can do it, Ding Yi, you're the most capable hacker from Tamyun City. Funds, technology, what Pfizer SmithKline can provide you, I will secretly provide to you. Like the work that was done before for Pfizer-SmithKline. ”

"Ding Yi, welcome to Pfizer SmithKline."

......

Heavy rain on the outskirts of Pittsburgh.

Hunter and Willock walk into a small town bar. The TV was constantly playing noisy news. The bartender coldly gave two beers to the two who came in to take shelter from the rain.

"Does that sign mean anything?" Willock saw that behind the bar, there was a graffiti-style blue letter, G.

"It's nothing, it's probably a masterpiece left behind by a group of addicts who drank too much here." The bartender lit a cigarette and turned to read the news.

"It's biohacking,. Many years ago, a group of medical students came here to celebrate the first successful neurochip implantation. They call it the Blue Gene House. An old man sitting next to Willock looked up and said, "In the blink of an eye, biohacking technology has been born for almost 30 years. It's a pity that now, because it has grown too fast, it is coming to an end. ”

"Wait, so the first biohacker got out of here?" Hearing this, Hunter blurted out.

"yes, it's been a long time since it's been this lively. I'm the boss here, and I remember the day when the excited group of University of Pittsburgh medical school students came here. The old man turned his chair and said, "Those young people should now enter their old age." Human biotechnology, starting from this generation and ending with this generation. The experiment failed. ”

Hunter lowered his head and lowered his large beer glass. The bartender watched the TV by himself and turned the sound of the TV to the highest volume. The cable TV news channel made him look unhappy.

"With the release of new polls, support for candidates from both parties continues to decline. This was a surprise to previous experts. Some people have analyzed this because the people have become extremely frustrated with the rigid and incompetent bureaucracy, and they are tired of the disputes between the two parties, reforms, and disputes. There is a desperate desire for a political rookie with no complicated political background and a clean resume, rather than an old one. In view of this atmosphere, the rookie Schultz in the Republican Party has received a lot of applause, and he will probably replace the old man Ford, who has previously had a low approval rating......"

"Hey, Hunter, do you remember the last time we investigated the case of Homo sapiens, the one we found in the sewers, what was he doing?" Willock sees the news and suddenly chokes on beer.

"You mean the RAND Think Tank, the murdered super-Homo sapiens? The clerk named Bloomberg? Well, he seems to be the analyst in charge of presidential election forecasts and collecting poll data for the RAND Corporation. How? ”

"Have you read his analysis for this year, the analysis he submitted, about this year's election and so on?"

"Well, he hasn't submitted many analytical reports this year. However, he found a lot of unturned materials in his residence. Most of them were of little value and did not attract the attention of the RAND Corporation. They just took a quick look and left. ”

"Where's the material?"

"I've called for someone to collect and save it. The RAND Corporation's people read the report and left. They said that several of the candidates he analyzed were unpopular and that if elected, it would be nonsense. Hunter looked at Willock's surprised expression and wiped his hands. What am I missing? "He just went to the toilet.

"Do you remember the names of those unpopular ones?" Willock turned his head and continued to watch the news on the limited television, waiting for the argument.

"He seems to have listed only two people, unheard of political rookies; One is named Kyle, nothing else. The other is Schultz, who is a North Carolina native. His prediction says that only one of these two men will be elected, and that Kyle will be significantly ahead of Schultz's. What's it called, Kyle, Kyle..... Well, Kyle Morris?!! Hunter suddenly remembered.

"The North Carolina, Schultz, has all come true. Damn it! We missed such important information! Hunter, that's the prediction of a true super-Homo sapiens! That's what they're best at! From the chaotic data, see the really useful information! Then calculate the future! Those materials that are complete but not handed in, he is going to hand them over to the academy! Half a year ago, he was able to accurately predict whether he was elected the president they wanted!! Lag, lag! And we have to wait until the situation is clear! ”

"So, in the near future, the number one candidate should be Kyle. Morris? The prediction given by the super-Homo sapiens is Kyle -- the congressman who crashed yesterday? If that was really the prediction of a super-Homo sapiens, well, did someone just kill a new president of the future United States of America? ......”