CHAPTER 482: CHAPTER 153: BIOTECHNOLOGY: GET READY TO SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR PUXI!_3

Although the person is a bit of a trash, there’s nothing wrong with what he’s saying.

Mizuki took a sip of the brewed coffee, closed her eyes to enjoy it, then looked at the head of the marketing department and said lightly

"I’ll give you two choices."

A nearby agent walked up to the head with a wooden tray, on which were two swords, one long and one short, covered with a white cloth.

"Confess and commit seppuku, or..."

Huang Ban Meizhi didn’t finish the sentence, but the head knew what it meant.

End it all now by taking the blame for everything, or have his entire family thrown into cement barrels and sunk in Night City’s harbor.

The head of the marketing department shakily raised his head, looking at the two swords placed in front of him, his lips already bitten bloody by himself.

Although he wasn’t Japanese, he was very clear on what this meant, being in a Japanese corporation.

He reached out to pick up the short sword, his entire body trembling with fear, tears streaming out through his tightly shut eyes.

But thinking of his wife and children at home, he gritted his teeth and aimed the blade toward his abdomen, inching closer.

The icy blade touched his skin, and the fear of death caused his will to completely collapse. His face contorted into a weeping distortion that showed how composed he was merely hours ago.

He cried and dropped the blade, wanting to flee, but his last bit of rationality told him that was a dead end. He didn’t even dare to stand, crawling toward Huang Ban Meizhi on his knees.

"Miss Mizuki! Miss Mizuki!"

Seeing this, the assistant prepared to lift the long sword for beheading, but the head suddenly shouted

"Miss Mizuki, I can’t die, I have information! Very important information!"

Upon hearing the word ’information,’ Mizuki just slightly raised her eyelids, extending her hand to stop the blade already at the head’s neck.

She coldly looked down at the servant kneeling on the ground

"Speak."

The head, grasping what seemed like his last chance, spoke quickly and accurately, afraid a single wrong word would cost him his head

"It’s biotechnology, biotechnology. They’ve built a high-end clubhouse under the Watson District, and the earthquake in Watson District a while ago was related to it. Inside, all the members are high-level executives of large corporations. I approached Lucius Laine to break into this network..."

How could Mizuki not know about such things? It’s not like no one had privately invited her; she simply wasn’t interested in those places.

Seeing Mizuki’s expression become increasingly impatient, the head finally pulled out his trump card.

"I obtained concrete information from them; biotechnology wants to monopolize the market for biological reproduction!"

Mizuki finally put down her coffee cup

"...Continue."

Head: "Biotechnology is developing an inheritable virus, targeting the female womb, causing their reproductive abilities to completely deteriorate within two to five years, preventing normal egg production, conception, and fetal nurturing."

"By then, biotechnology will announce artificial womb technology..."

In the cyber world, test-tube baby and nurturing technologies are already very mature. In theory, even if embryos aren’t reimplanted into the mother, they can grow in nurturing boxes.

But if the mother can’t even produce eggs, then no matter how mature the technology, it’s pointless.

Mizuki didn’t even need the head’s guidance to imagine the kind of exorbitant profits this would bring.

Anyone wanting to have children would have to rent or buy a womb from biotechnology, with prices inevitably steep; if they can’t afford it, they would have to take a loan.

If they can’t repay, they’d sign a contract stating the child belongs to the corporation until the loan is fully repaid.

Once grown, the child would continue the repayments with their organs available for extraction at any time until the loan is paid off.

Not only endlessly generation after generation, but the cost of raising a fetus into an adult would shift to the parents, while the cost of raising organs would shift to the individual.

This is simply a horrifically monopolistic moneymaking scheme that could dominate the world...

Mizuki stared deeply at the head before her, clearly realizing his involvement with that cult was deeper than she had imagined; otherwise, he wouldn’t know such high-level secrets.

As for her own health?

People at their level had long removed their wombs and placed them in safe locations, avoiding the monthly bloody nuisance.

If they truly wanted children, they could directly extract an egg and nurture it.

As for DOI?

That bit of pleasure was nothing compared to drug use or watching super-visions.

Seeing Mizuki’s face lighten slightly, the head finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he could survive, all would be well.

Then he heard Mizuki instruct her subordinates

"Take him to the lab and tell Herman I want all his memories from his brain, accurately."

The head froze, not expecting his revelation to end in such a way.

If seppuku was facing the fear of death directly, then extracting precise memories was more terrifying than death.

And it also meant Mizuki didn’t fully trust him, ready to pry open his brain to clearly see.

This was worse than dying; could he be released after being on the operating table?

"No! No! No! You can’t do this!"

The completely desperate head was held up by agents, still struggling as he was dragged out of the office, yelling

"I’ve shed blood for Huang Ban, I’ve made contributions for Huang Ban, I want to see Saburo! I want to see Saburo!!"

After the head was dragged away, Albertson was already shaking like a sieve. She now only hated Valerie for not properly handling matters from the start, forcing her to deal with this mess.

The mess wasn’t contained but grew worse, and her colleague’s fate made her nearly wet herself.

Nonetheless, Huang Ban Meizhi seemed disinclined to take Albertson’s life. After all, unlike the marketing department’s visible profession, Albertson knew many more secrets, and she was one of Mizuki’s people.

"Today’s matter ends here. I will negotiate with the other directors to frame this as a misunderstanding, but..."

Mizuki drummed her fingers on the table, speaking slowly

"The dignity of Huang Ban does not permit any desecration. I’m giving you one year, and everyone involved in this matter must pay the price, do you understand?"

Albertson nodded vigorously, "Understood."