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Recently, the election for Governor America has been in full swing, and global capital is watching closely. However, Masclone has broken with convention and publicly taken sides.

He first went on a social media spree sharing Trump’s campaign manifesto, and even flew to Florida to host a lavish fundraising dinner at Trump’s Mar-a-Lago estate.

At the dinner, holding a glass of champagne and beaming, he told reporters:
"Mr. Trump is a true business genius; he knows how to make America great again! And like him, I believe that strength is the only true measure of success!"

In front of the camera, he smiled like a gambler who had bet his entire fortune.

As Liu Yifei scrolled through the news, she couldn't help but frown slightly: "Has this Masclone gone mad? Why is a tech giant getting involved in these things?"

Su Ning leaned back on the sofa, toying with a coin in her hand, a faint smile on her lips: "He's not crazy, he's just too smart, smart enough to think he can control everything."

"So you think he will succeed?"

“Success?” Suning scoffed. “He will soon realize that this is not a business deal, and Trump is not his partner.”

"What do you mean?" Liu Yifei asked Su Ning, her face full of confusion.

"Who is Trump? A cunning old fox who can betray even his own allies. Masclone thought he could buy political asylum by throwing money at the problem, but he didn't realize that in the real game of power, capital is just a pawn."

The coin flipped between Suning's fingers before he finally grabbed it.

"Just wait and see! Masclone will soon be devoured without a trace."

"..."

Sure enough, the situation changed drastically in less than a month.

In a campaign speech, Trump suddenly turned his guns on America, publicly criticizing "certain foreign capital attempting to interfere in America's domestic affairs" and hinting at imposing tariffs on "certain technology companies."

Although he didn't name names, everyone knew he was talking about Masclone.

Masclone was stunned.

He urgently contacted Trump's team, but received a cold response:
"The Governor believes that your public support may be detrimental to his campaign image and advises you to keep a low profile."

Worse still, the American Congress suddenly launched a "national security review" of Masclone's companies, citing "potential data risks."

Overnight, Masclone went from being a "distinguished guest" to a "hot potato."

"How could this happen?!" Masclone roared on the private jet, slamming his whiskey glass to the ground.

His chief advisor nervously handed him a tablet: "Boss, our stock price... has plummeted by 20%."

Masclone's face turned ashen.

He thought that investing in Trump would bring him preferential treatment in policy, but he never expected that he was just a card used by the opponent in the election, to be discarded after being used.

Even more ironically, his competitors...

Suning, who was being interviewed by The Wall Street Journal at the time, simply smiled when asked about his views on "some entrepreneurs venturing into unusual businesses":
"Businessmen are best off focusing on doing business."

Liu Yifei looked at the news and couldn't help but laugh: "Duoyu, you really are a prophet."

Suning shrugged: "It's not that I'm a prophet, but that Masclone is too naive. Maybe others gave him too much face and then he mistakenly thought he was really awesome."

Then he picked up his phone and dialed a number:
"Hey, Lao Zhou? Yes! We can start acquiring Masclone's assets now, but we must drive the price down to the lowest possible level."

After hanging up the phone, he looked out the window, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"This game has just begun."

……

However, while the Wang Group was hunting down its competitors, Suning was focusing on its football business.

Late at night, in Wang's Biotechnology Laboratory.

Suning stood in the sterile observation room, quietly watching the liquid with a faint blue fluorescence in the six test tubes—"Gene Optimizer-X", codenamed "Pangu".

This is an active enzyme extracted from deep-sea extremophiles. Combined with nanoscale gene editing technology, it can activate the ultimate potential of human muscles, nerve reflexes, and endurance without altering the DNA sequence.

"Has the security been confirmed?" Su Ning asked.

The chief scientist adjusted his glasses: "All three phases of clinical trials have been passed, but there are still no relevant detection methods on FIFA's banned substances list..."

Su Ning smiled slightly: "That's enough."

Yunnan Plateau Training Base.

A total of 132 players from six teams under the Wang family's control—the "Oriental Dragons" of the Chinese Super League, the "Madrid Flames" of La Liga, and the "Manchester Ghosts" of the English Premier League—were secretly summoned to a closed stadium at an altitude of 3000 meters.

“From today onward, every grain of rice you eat and every drop of water you drink will be custom-made by the Wang's Medical Team.” Su Ning’s holographic image appeared in the center of the venue. “Three months later…”

Behind him unfolded the schedule of the global league, with all final dates locked in a scarlet halo.

"I want you to sweep all the championships."

The players looked at each other in bewilderment.

A Brazilian football star couldn't help but mutter, "Does this madman think football is a video game?"

Everything happened only after they received the first dose of "Pangu".
Champions League semi-final, Bernabéu Stadium.

"Madrid Flames" vs. Bayern Munich.

In the 89th minute, the score was 2-2.

Suddenly, the Flame team's number 20 player started moving from midfield.

His sprint speed reached 11.2 meters per second—0.3 seconds faster than the world record.

After five consecutive changes of direction, the stress on his knee joints was shown to be three times that of a normal athlete.

When the final shot pierced the net, the speedometer stopped at 228 km/h.

The whole place was dead silent.

The commentator exclaimed, trembling, "This...this is not a ball that a human could kick!"

Within three months, the teams under the Wang family achieved a perfect record, sweeping all opponents.

The Chinese Super League title was won 12 rounds early;
The Premier League set a new record with an average of 5.8 goals per game;

The Champions League final ended in an 8-0 massacre...

Social media exploded:

[@FootballTruth: The Blaze team's goalkeeper's reaction time was 0.08 seconds, faster than the limit of nerve conduction!]

[@Medical Journal: Several opposing players tested positive for rhabdomyolysis after the match, suspected to be caused by over-fatigue]

FIFA convened an emergency secret meeting. An official slammed his fist on the table and roared, "They definitely used genetic modification!"

"Where's the evidence?" the person in charge asked coldly. "The blood samples provided by the Wang family all passed the tests."

"..."

A private clinic in Zurich.

Masclone was watching the Champions League awards ceremony on TV when he suddenly crushed the glass in his hand.

“Prepare the 'Pandora Protocol',” he said to his assistant in the shadows. “If they can create super players… we can create super viruses.”

The World Cup final: China's national team vs. a traditional powerhouse.

In the locker room before the match, Suning personally injected the players with the final version of "Pangu-Ω".

“Remember,” he stroked the dragon emblem on the team crest, “from today onwards, the power to define football history—”

"It will always belong to us."

Ninety minutes later, when the scoreboard showed 7-0, viewers worldwide witnessed the most horrific thrashing in history:

The average running distance for Chinese team members is 25 kilometers;

The goalkeeper's save success rate is 100%;

All the opposing players cramped up and had to leave the field...

On the podium, the moment the captain lifted the World Cup trophy, the camera captured Suning in the VIP section of the stands looking down and sending an encrypted message:
"Initiate Project Titan."

……

Three minutes after Wall Street opened, the stock price of Starlink, the technology empire owned by Masclone, was immediately halted.

A "national security review order" issued by the American parliament triggered a frenzy of selling by all investors. Banks froze credit lines, partners suspended contracts, and even the European market was affected.

Masclone stood in front of the screen in the trading hall, watching helplessly as his wealth evaporated by tens of billions.

His fingers dug so hard into his palms that his knuckles turned white.

“Trump…” he gritted his teeth as he uttered the name, as if chewing on a piece of bloody glass.

Meanwhile, the lights were on in the Wang Group's strategic conference room.

On the large screen, data from major global exchanges scrolled in real time. Suning leaned back in his leather seat, tapping his fingertips lightly on the armrest, his eyes sharp as a hawk's.

"Masclone's European battery factory has reduced its price by 30%."

"His AI lab directly poached the core team; they didn't need the equipment."

"As for his lithium mines in Africa..." Su Ning sneered, "Tell the local governments that we can help them build hospitals and schools."

Each command was like a precise scalpel, cutting away a piece of Masclone's flesh.

Liu Yifei sat to the side, sipping her black tea, and suddenly asked, "Aren't you afraid he'll do something desperate?"

Su Ning turned to look at her, his smile dangerous and alluring: "Tch! I've been waiting for him to resort to desperate measures."

Late at night, Masclone's private plane landed in Switzerland.

He then secretly met with three "old friends"...

A Russian energy oligarch, head of a Middle Eastern sovereign wealth fund, and the behind-the-scenes controller of a shadow banking system.

"I want 50 billion in cash." He stared at the table, his voice hoarse.

The Middle Eastern man slowly swirled his glass: "Maskel, given your current situation, interest rates aren't cheap."

Masclone looked up abruptly, his eyes bloodshot: "I'll use the equity of the Mars colonization project as collateral!"

The meeting room fell silent.

Ten minutes later, he received the money.

The price was—60% control of his lifelong dream of a "City of Mars".

Three days later, a “special commission” priced at $100 million was leaked on an encrypted channel.

Mission objective: The core database of the Wang Group.

Recipient: A top-tier hacker organization.

Additional requirement: "If you can't get the data, burn their servers."

Suning was playing golf when the cybersecurity department's alarm went off.

As he listened to the report on the phone, a smile crept onto his lips: "Idiot, you finally took the bait."

As early as when Masclone's stock price collapsed, the Wang Group launched a secret plan – "Mirror Maze".

All core data had already been transferred to the quantum encryption server, and what the hackers had breached was merely a meticulously designed virtual sandbox.

It was filled with false financial statements, forged technology patents, and...

A recording that could ruin Masclone forever.

The following morning, the Wall Street Journal's front page headline read:
Shocking recordings revealed: Masclone plotted to manipulate the commodities market.

In the audio, his voice was clearly audible: "As long as we control lithium mines in Africa, we can make the world's electric vehicle companies kneel down."

The world was in uproar.

The EU announced an investigation, America's SEC quickly opened a case, and even Middle Eastern investors withdrew their funds overnight.

Masclone's last card—was played so badly that he blew it all away.

……

Switzerland, deep in the Alps.

Masclone stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the mountain villa, holding a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold.

On television, the news anchor was announcing in a calm yet ruthless tone:

"Former tech giant Masclone has been placed on Interpol's red notice for alleged market manipulation, international commercial fraud, and violations of national security laws."

Outside the window, the snow fell silently.

His private jet was frozen, his bank accounts were seized, and even his most trusted legal team disappeared overnight.

He picked up the satellite phone and dialed the last number he could still contact.

A deep Russian accent came from the other end of the phone: "You have one last ticket, but the price has changed."

Masclone paused for a moment, then slowly asked, "How much?"

"Your life."

The phone hangs up.

Ten minutes later, the roar of an engine could be heard outside the villa.

Masclone didn't turn around; he simply downed the cold coffee in his cup.

"Game over," he muttered to himself, then pushed open the door and walked into the snowstorm.

On the same day, the Bund in Shanghai.

The Wang Group's global headquarters was brightly lit, with a huge holographic projection unfolding over the Huangpu River, announcing the launch of the "Fish-X" next-generation super-energy battery—with a range of 2000 kilometers and a charging time of only 8 minutes.

Global media flocked to the scene, their flashes like a galaxy of stars.

Suning stood on the stage, impeccably dressed in a suit, with a composed smile.

"This is not the end, but the beginning." He looked around the room, his voice steady and powerful.

"Starting today, the Wang Group will open up all its new energy patents and share the technology with companies around the world."

There was an uproar.

Liu Yifei stood below the stage, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She knew that behind this seemingly generous act lay a scheme that Suning had already laid out...

When everyone relies on your standards, you control the future.

Three months later, sub-Saharan Africa.

An exploration team from the Wang Group ventured deep into the Congo rainforest in search of the world's last high-purity lithium mine.

The team leader, an engineer, reported over the satellite phone: "Chairman Su, the reserves here are three times higher than estimated, but..."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "There are signs of armed activity."

On the other end of the phone, Su Ning paused for two seconds, then said calmly, "Withdraw it."

After hanging up the phone, he turned to the world map in his office and lightly tapped the African continent with his fingertip.

"It seems someone doesn't want us to win too easily."

That evening, at the Wang Family Manor.

Suning and Liu Yifei sat on the terrace, with the dazzling night view of Shanghai in the distance.

“Masclone is gone.” Liu Yifei swirled her wine glass. “Do you think he’s still alive?”

Su Ning chuckled: "Does it matter?"

She turned to look at him: "So, who are you going to deal with next?"

“It’s not anyone.” Su Ning looked up at the night sky, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"It's the whole world."

...(End of chapter)