Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

Fort Detrick Biological Laboratory, Maryland, USA.

The piercing red alarm echoed wildly in the core area of ​​the fourth underground level, and the rapid red light illuminated the cold metal walls, making them resemble a scene from hell. Behind the thick blast-proof glass, several American scientists wearing the highest level of protective clothing were stumbling around like headless flies.

"Fuck! Why did the negative pressure system stop? Where's the backup power?!" Chief Scientist Smith frantically pounded on the control panel, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"Sir, the system is locked! The underlying code has been completely tampered with!" The technician stared at the cascading Chinese gibberish on the screen, desperately tearing at his hair, his voice trembling with rage, "It's a reverse intrusion! The Chinese 'Skynet' has come back through our data chain!"

Before the words were finished, the sealed chamber in the center of the laboratory, which contained the ultimate virus, suddenly emitted a chilling mechanical screech.

"laugh--"

The valve was opened wide. A thick, eerie green mist instantly gushed out, rushing back into the entire base through the ventilation ducts.

"No! Run!" Smith screamed in agony, but it was too late.

High concentrations of viral aerosols instantly penetrated the gaps in their prized protective suits. In just over ten seconds, these executioners, who had just plotted to destroy the East, collapsed to the ground, clutching their throats. They vomited mouthfuls of black blood, convulsing and dying in extreme agony.

Pandora's box was smashed open right in their own backyard.

In just three days.

This genetic virus, originally designed for Asians, mutated horribly after getting out of control, sweeping across the entire North American continent with devastating force.

Times Square, New York.

The former prosperity is long gone. What you see here is practically a scene from a zombie movie set in the apocalypse.

The streets were littered with the wreckage of cars involved in a chain collision, and raging fires turned half the sky blood red. The impoverished population, already driven to madness by economic collapse, were further driven to madness by the panic of the deadly virus, turning into completely irrational beasts.

"Give me the medicine! Hand over the antibiotics!"

A burly Black man covered in horrific red spots smashed the pharmacy's windows with a shotgun. He rushed inside, stepping over shards of glass and corpses, only to find the shelves completely looted.

Desperate coughs, piercing screams, and a barrage of gunfire intertwined to form a death knell for America.

Hospitals are paralyzed, police have fled. Those politicians who once shouted "freedom and democracy" are now cowering in sturdy underground bunkers, watching helplessly as this superpower crumbles under the ravages of the virus.

Washington, D.C., the White House's doomsday bunker.

The air was filled with a nauseating smell of sweat and an atmosphere of despair.

The US president was huddled in the corner of the sofa, his signature red tie nowhere to be found. His hair was gray, his eyes were sunken, and he looked as if all his life force had been drained away overnight.

"Where's the helicopter? Isn't Marine One ready yet?!" The president abruptly looked up, roaring hysterically at the Secretary of Defense. "Get me out of this hellhole! To Andrews Air Force Base! I need to get on Air Force One!"

The defense minister looked ashen. He shook his head weakly, his voice hoarse as if he were swallowing shards of glass.

"Mr. President, we can't leave."

"Why?! I am the President of the United States! The military must obey my orders!"

"The military has mutinied." The Secretary of Defense closed his eyes in anguish, two streams of tears sliding down his cheeks. "Andrews Air Force Base has been completely taken over by hundreds of thousands of infected mobs. They're fighting each other on the runway over escape planes. Instead of suppressing them, the stationed soldiers shot and killed their commander, stole transport planes, and fled for their lives."

boom!

These words were like a heavy hammer blow, shattering the president's last psychological defenses.

The airport is gone, and the port has been occupied.

The entire national machinery was completely paralyzed, and these once invincible overlords of the blue planet were now trapped in underground tombs, waiting to die.

"It's over...it's all over..."

The president slumped to the ground, covering his face with his hands and letting out a desperate sob.

The biological weapons they painstakingly developed failed to harm a single hair on the head of the Chinese people. Instead, they turned into a monstrous backlash, drowning themselves in this sinful land.

"Mr. President, we have another way."

The CIA director, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke. He swallowed hard, his eyes revealing a humble demeanor that betrayed all dignity.

"SOS! SOS to the East!"

"Since the Chinese were able to instantly thwart our virus attack, they must have a vaccine! As long as Shen Jinghong is willing to intervene, we can survive!"

Seeking Shen Jinghong?

The president shuddered. That Eastern devil who had pinned them to the ground and ravaged them? That man who had just been hurling insults at them on the phone?

But in the face of the fear of death, dignity is nothing at all.

"Connect to global broadcast signal! Quick!" The president, as if grasping at the last straw, scrambled to the camera.

A few hours later.

All television channels and online live streaming platforms around the world were suddenly interrupted by a video clip.

In the video, the former US president, who once commanded respect at the United Nations General Assembly, is now dressed in rags and his face is streaked with tears.

Under the watchful eyes of billions of people around the world.

The leader of this superpower suddenly buckled at the knees and knelt down in front of the camera with a thud!

"Director Shen! Chinese people! Please, have mercy on us!"

The president slammed his head against the cold floor, crying his heart out, completely losing his composure.

"We were wrong! We admit to all the crimes! We released the virus, it's all our fault!"

"The United States of America is willing to surrender unconditionally! We are willing to hand over all our overseas bases and core technologies! We only ask that you send a medical team and give us a way to survive!"

This extremely humiliating and humble cry for help was transmitted to every corner of the earth via satellite signals.

The whole world fell silent.

European leaders watched the television screen, trembling with fear, barely daring to breathe.

The former overlord of Earth was forced to kneel down and beg in public!

Beijing, Shenzhou Bureau's Floating Fortress Command Center.

On the giant holographic screen, a loop of images of the US president kneeling and begging for mercy is playing.

"Hahaha! That's fucking satisfying!"

Chen Weiguo slammed his hand on the control panel in excitement, making the teacup vibrate. He pointed at the old man on the screen who was crying his eyes out, laughing until tears streamed down his face.

"Chief, look how loudly this old bastard is kowtowing! If only he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have done it in the first place! These foreign devils are just spineless cowards who never learn their lesson!"

Shen Jinghong leaned back in the large leather chair, holding the iconic enamel mug in her hand.

He slowly blew away the foam on the water's surface, his eyes so deep they seemed to swallow the entire universe.

He showed no sympathy whatsoever for the plight of the Americans.

Those who play with fire will get burned; this is the cycle of karma.

Lin Qinghan, dressed in a crisp white lab coat, walked up to Shen Jinghong. She adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, her cool eyes gleaming with absolute rationality.

"Jinghong, now the eyes of the whole world are on us."

Lin Qinghan placed a global public opinion report on the table and asked softly:

"While these people are not a great loss, if North America were to become a complete no-man's land, it would pose a huge threat to the global ecosystem. Should we save them or not?"

Shen Jinghong put down her teacup, making a crisp clinking sound.

He stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the bustling, prosperous, and peaceful metropolis below.

"save?"

Shen Jinghong turned his head, a haughty sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Wife, you're not using that word correctly."

With his hands in his pockets, he exuded an absolute aura of dominance that would make the entire planet submit, and said, word by word:

"We're not going to rescue them."

"We're going to take over the Earth."