The ticking of the hypnotic pendulum was permeated with the smell of blood.
Isabella's crocodile leather examination chair swallowed the cerebrospinal fluid of the 13th patient, and the broken diamonds embedded in the gaps of the leather were converting neural electrical signals into encrypted trading codes. She adjusted the pinhole camera of the tulip brooch and watched the surveillance screen of Nathaniel's private plane flying through the thunderstorm clouds - on the cabin floor, the wedding dress pattern drawn with anticoagulants was emitting fluorescent blue light as the air pressure changed.
"Your obsessive-compulsive disorder is more interesting than the candlestick chart on Wall Street." She used a scalpel to flatten the patient's newly grown wisdom teeth, "Steal gasoline from fire hydrants every Tuesday, send incendiary bombs to the stock exchange on Thursday..." The tip of the knife suddenly pierced into the pulp cavity and picked out a micro memory chip, "But hiding the crime record in the decayed tooth is really unpoetic."
The patient suddenly jumped up, and the steel bone of the corset pierced the vein. Isella took a half step back and let the splashing blood stain the Chanel suit red. When the guard's Taser hits the patient's temple, she takes the opportunity to inject nanobots into her cochlea - these mechanical creatures immediately begin to tamper with the memory cortex, replacing the real arson record with the wedding fantasy.
In the abandoned subway tunnel of Chicago, the silicone prosthesis of the wedding model is melting.
Lilith's gas mask is covered with frost, and the laser cutter in her hand is dismantling the rusted rails. The clones dragged out the cooler from the shadows, and the unconscious stock trader was curled up inside - his suit lining was sewn with thirteen different types of fuel. When the subway suddenly shook, the tunnel wall peeled off, revealing the Kovac family mural from 1912: a bride in a wedding dress holding a fuel pump, stepping on the bones of Blackwood ancestors.
"Your groom has sent the betrothal gifts." Dr. Kovac's holographic image emerged from the current of the third rail, holding the Nasdaq fuse in his hand, "But the real dowry is..." He waved his hand to call up the real-time monitoring of Manhattan. The floor of Isabella's clinic was cracking, revealing a row of frozen brains soaked in formalin.
The clones suddenly had a collective epileptic seizure. They tore open their scalps, revealing the biochips embedded in their skulls-each flashing the same encrypted frequency as the patient's wisdom teeth. Lilith's scanner showed that these signals were transmitting self-destruct instructions to thirteen mental hospitals around the world through the Chicago subway lines.
On the bottom of the Devil's Cape Cliff, rusty wedding invitations are multiplying.
The fire chief operated a deep-sea probe, and the mechanical arm fished out the melted wedding rings from the magma vent. When the 13th ring was embedded in the rock wall, the entire seabed suddenly bulged, forming a giant wedding dress relief. Cold sweat oozed from the lining of his protective suit, because the sonar image sent back by the detector showed that Evelyn's body was suspended in the center of the magma chamber, and under the burning wedding dress was a network of cables leading to nuclear power plants around the world.
"It's time to wake up the sleeping beauty." Dr. Kovac's encrypted communication suddenly cut in, "Remember to use your DNA as the size of the wedding ring."
The diving chamber suddenly shook violently. Countless clones emerged from the magma, and the flamethrowers they held were actually modified from exchange fuses. When the first flame licked the observation window, the fire captain saw his reflection split in the flames - half was the burned Avenger, and the other half was the Kovac bride in a wedding dress.
At three o'clock in the morning in Manhattan, the straitjacket of the mental hospital became the most fashionable dress.
Isella danced on the melted bulletproof glass, and each rotation sprinkled diamond powder mixed with neurotoxins. She tore off the intravenous infusion tube and injected a mixture of morphine and gasoline into the central air conditioning system. When the first patient began to cough up burning pearls, the fire protection system of the entire building suddenly played the "Wedding March", and the gasoline sprinkled by the sprinkler head formed a pattern of wedding dress skirts in the corridor.
"Do you like my treatment method?" She blew a kiss to the camera in the vent, and the electric shock device in her hand was turning the guard's twitching body into a human neon light. "More exciting than your cloning game, right?"
Holographic projections suddenly filled every ward. Lilith's clones stood on the burning Nasdaq Stock Exchange and were piecing together a wedding headdress with the wreckage of the Dow Jones Index. Isella's pupils suddenly contracted - on the back of a clone's neck, the barcode was mutating into the dual surnames of Kovak and Blackwood.
In the underground altar of Chicago, the heartbeat of the nuclear reactor was synchronized with the wedding drumbeat.
Lilith poured the melted wedding ring into the core of the reactor, and the coolant instantly vaporized into the shape of a wedding veil. When the radiation value exceeded the critical point, Evelyn's body suddenly opened her eyes, and each of her eyelashes sprayed gamma rays, burning the ceiling with real-time data charts of global stock exchanges.
"They added too much steel to your wedding dress." Dr. Kovac's voice was mixed with the noise of electricity, "Now it's time to change to reactor fuel rods."
The clones collectively jumped into the reactor, and their mechanical hearts were reorganized into miniature incinerators in nuclear fission. Lilith's radiation protection suit began to spontaneously combust, revealing the brand new burned skin underneath - a perfect replica of the scars on the cliff five years ago. When the fire captain broke through the wall, she was carving the reactor control rods into tulip earrings, each petal engraved with the coordinates of the stock exchange.
Deep in the ruins of Wall Street, the Nasdaq pendulum became a noose.
Nathaniel's custom suit was carbonizing, and nanorobots drilled out of his tear glands, carrying cerebrospinal fluid to draw genetic maps on the charred marble floor. When the sound of Isella's high heels came from the end of the corridor, the atlas suddenly caught fire, and the family motto of the Kovac family was revealed in the flames: every bride is a living incendiary bomb.
"Where are our wedding invitations?" Isella walked over on the ashes, and the tulip tattoo on her chest was oozing liquid memory. "It's time to ask all of humanity to be witnesses."
She tore open the wreckage of the suit, revealing the beating mechanical heart in Nathaniel's chest - the countdown on the display stopped at 13 seconds, and the cooling systems of nuclear power plants around the world screamed at the same time. When the searchlight of the fire helicopter illuminated the ruins, the ground under their feet suddenly collapsed and fell into the core of the incinerator buried deep underground.
In the howling wind of free fall, Isella saw Lilith adjusting the wedding headdress at the bottom of the furnace, and Evelyn's body was sewing a veil on the New York City skyline.