The electronic bells of Nasdaq were mixed with the hum of fuel pumps.
Nathaniel's personal tailor was measuring the diameter of his carotid artery, and the red line of the laser tape measure was wrapped around the dark red marks. The lining of the bulletproof suit customized on Savile Row exuded the smell of gasoline, and each gold thread was soaked in the napalm smuggled from Kuwait. When he raised his right hand to adjust his tie, the micro-projector hidden in the watch projected a burning candlestick chart in the air - every 13% drop in the share price of Blackwood Group, a charred body of a bride floated out of the sea on the Devil's Corner Cliff.
"The tulip cufflinks you want." The assistant handed over the titanium alloy safe, and the blue light of the gene tester flashed in his pupils. On the black velvet in the box, thirteen pairs of diamond cufflinks were arranged in a chromosome map, and the pair in the center was inlaid with the micro camera on Isabella's brooch.
The trading hall suddenly fell into darkness. The moment the emergency lights came on, all electronic screens switched to the live broadcast of the burning wedding dress. Lilith's clones stood on the Nasdaq bell platform. In their torn chests, the countdown of the artificial heart was synchronized with the plunge of the Dow Jones Index.
At the bottom of the Chicago River, the wedding dress design soaked in crude oil was automatically updated.
Lilith injected nanorobots into the fabric of the suit, and each mechanical spider carried one millionth of the neurotoxin. When the real-time data stream of Wall Street was projected onto the dirty water, she saw Nathaniel's custom suit absorbing the traders' fear hormones-the bulletproof fiber then expanded into a blast shield.
"He changed the brain wave synchronization trading algorithm." Dr. Kovac's holographic image emerged from the rusty oil pipeline, "need to activate the emotional sensor in the wedding dress." He waved his hand to call up a 3D anatomical diagram, showing that thirteen memory alloy needles were buried in the lining of the suit, aiming at the wearer's main artery.
The clones suddenly twitched collectively, and their mechanical hearts shot out lasers, spelling out the Kovac family emblem at the bottom of the river. Lilith's tablet received an encrypted signal: In the photo of the shipwreck salvage site in 1912, a figure in a bulletproof suit was putting chains on the bride - the tattoo on the back of the man's neck was exactly the same as Nathaniel's stock trader.
On the third floor of the Manhattan Mental Hospital, Isabella's corset was oozing bloody fuel.
"Your trick is much more interesting than electroshock therapy." She grinned at the one-way glass, and the tulip tattoo on her chest suddenly cracked, revealing a micro-missile launch port. When the guard's Taser hit her clavicle, the nanorobots on the surface of the tattoo instantly swallowed the current and turned into a holographic projection - a real-time broadcast of the interior of Nathaniel's private plane.
The psychiatrist suddenly jumped up, and the steel support of the corset pierced the skin. She inserted her bloody nails into the ventilation duct and dug out the hidden pieces of the wedding dress. When she pressed the cloth against the surveillance camera, the entire mental hospital's fire protection system suddenly sprayed gasoline, and the patients tore off their hospital gowns to reveal the burning device sewn under the skin.
"Game time is up." Isella blew a kiss to the camera in the sea of fire, and the burning ashes of the corset formed Morse code in the air: the diamonds on the suit cufflinks are frozen memories.
In San Francisco Bay, thirteen sets of human vocal cords are frozen in the champagne refrigerator of the yacht.
The fire chief is injecting liquid explosives into cans of caviar, and the mask of the protective suit reflects weird trading data. When the yacht passed the Devil's Cape Cliff, he activated the sonar detector, and hundreds of burning wedding dresses immediately emerged from the seabed, forming a huge "short" signal.
"Your hedge fund is eating the bride bonus." Dr. Kovac's voice came from the encrypted channel, "But don't forget that Kovac Industries holds 51% of your ghost shares."
The waves suddenly exploded. Lilith's clones broke out of the water, wearing Wall Street-style burning suits and holding electronic fuses. When the first clone plugged the device into the yacht's control system, all financial news channels suddenly played the recording of the 1912 fire, and the Dow Jones Index was fused.
At three o'clock in the morning on Wall Street, nanorobots were gnawing at marble cow sculptures.
Nathaniel's custom suit suddenly shrank, and the memory alloy needle pierced his axillary artery. He staggered and knocked away the trader, and saw Isella's projection in the bloody light and shadow of the electronic screen - she was splitting the load-bearing wall of the mental hospital with a fire axe, and the stock code in the background was being reorganized into the word "BURN".
"Do you like this wedding gift?" Lilith's voice came from the lining of the suit, and the voiceprint frequency was exactly the same as Evelyn's autopsy recording. The nanorobots invaded his cerebellum along the blood, forcing his eyes to play the memory picture: when he was five years old, his father taught him to burn his mother's wedding dress with a lighter, and a boy in a fire uniform was recording outside the window.
The floor of the trading hall suddenly collapsed. Models wearing burning wedding dresses emerged from the ground, and their handheld financial terminals sprayed gasoline, turning electronic melting into physical melting. When the SEC agents broke in, Nathaniel was cutting his wrist with diamond cufflinks, trying to dig out the nanobots in his blood vessels - those mechanical creatures had embroidered a miniature wedding dress pattern on the surface of his heart.
In a Chicago wedding dress workshop, Isella's electronic tattoo was rewriting the stock code.
"Do you think you're the only one who knows how to hedge?" She injected neurotoxins into the model's prosthesis, and Wall Street's real-time monitoring showed that short selling surged by 1,300%. Lilith's clone suddenly turned the gun and aimed the flamethrower at the workshop's load-bearing column.
Dr. Kovac's holographic image was distorted in the fire: "Do you know why I chose a suit?" His fingers penetrated the virtual flames and called up the 1912 shipwreck insurance policy, "Back then, the Blackwoods exchanged the bride's life for shipping stocks, and today we exchange stocks for the bride's revenge fund."
When the load-bearing column collapsed, Isella rushed to the refrigerator containing the artificial heart. She tore off the infusion tube and introduced a billion volts of current into the Wall Street trading system. Global stock markets collapsed instantly, and the submarine cable on the Devil's Corner cliff surfaced, entangled with thirteen charred corpses in custom-made suits - each wearing a Van Cleef & Arpels couple watch.