All Chapters of The Billionaire Scientists’ System:Ten Geniuses. One Mission: Chapter 161
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Chapter 161: The Countdown Begins
Adrian stood motionless in the monastery's command center, staring at the crimson text blazing across every screen. The System's ultimatum pulsed like a heartbeat, impossible to ignore:**STAGE 3: FINAL CHALLENGE****SAVE 5,000,000 LIVES WITHIN 365 DAYS****CURRENT PROGRESS: 2,800,000****DEFICIT: 2,200,000****FAILURE CONDITION: MISSION TERMINATION****CONSEQUENCE: CATASTROPHIC**Five million lives. Three hundred sixty-five days.The math was brutal. They'd spent two years saving 2.8 million people, building infrastructure facility by facility, fighting the Syndicate every step of the way. Now the System demanded they nearly double that number in a third of the time, while hunted as fugitives, with their network in ruins and their most powerful ally—Lyra—dead."This is insane," Maya said from behind him, her voice hollow. "We can't save 2.2 million people in a year. It took us twenty-four months to save 2.8 million, and we had full funding, operational facilities, and weren't wanted
Chapter 162: The Blood Pact
The monastery's ancient wine cellar had been converted into a secure meeting room, its thick stone walls and single entrance making it ideal for sensitive discussions. Adrian descended the narrow stairs at midnight, carrying a bottle of whiskey he'd been saving for a moment that mattered.This moment mattered.Maya, Zane, and Aisha waited at the rough wooden table—his inner circle, the three people who'd been with him through every crisis, every triumph, every impossible decision. Dr. Chen and Dr. Ibrahim were coordinating with their networks above. Elena was running intelligence sweeps. But these three—they were the core."Dramatic location choice," Maya observed as Adrian set the bottle on the table. "Very medieval conspiracy.""Appropriate, given what we're about to do." Adrian pulled out four glasses, pouring generous measures. "We have 365 days to save 2.2 million lives while hunted by every major power structure on Earth. The odds are terrible. The risks are catastrophic. And if
Chapter 163: Rebuilding the Network
The sun had barely risen when Adrian's encrypted phone began buzzing with incoming connections. He'd spent the night drafting the manifesto—thirty-seven pages of data, methodology, and moral argument for why poverty elimination had to become humanity's central project. Now it was time to rebuild the network that would make it possible.The first video call connected. A woman's face appeared on screen—Dr. Amara Osei, director of a medical clinic in Accra that had been one of the Scholars' earliest partner facilities before the Syndicate attacks forced them underground."Dr. Kane," she said, her tone cautious. "I heard rumors you were still operational. Most of us assumed you were dead or in custody.""Not yet," Adrian replied. "Though plenty of people are working on changing that. Amara, I need to know—is your facility still standing?""Barely. We lost funding when the Scholar network collapsed. Had to cut services by sixty percent. But we're still here, still treating patients." Her e
Chapter 164: Sabotage and Shadows
The attack came on the seventh day of the Hope Cluster expansion, and it was surgical in its brutality.Adrian woke to his phone screaming alerts at 4:17 AM. He grabbed it, eyes adjusting to the harsh screen light, and felt his blood turn to ice as he read the cascading notifications:**HOPE CLUSTER OFFLINE: MANILA****HOPE CLUSTER OFFLINE: KINSHASA** **HOPE CLUSTER OFFLINE: BOGOTÁ****HOPE CLUSTER OFFLINE: DHAKA**The list continued scrolling. By the time he reached the command center, seventeen clusters had gone dark.Maya was already at her station, fingers flying across multiple keyboards. "It's coordinated. Simultaneous strikes across four continents, all happening within a ninety-minute window. This isn't random—they had detailed intelligence on every location.""Raids?" Adrian demanded."Worse." She pulled up security footage from the Manila cluster. Adrian watched as three figures in civilian clothes entered the facility during operating hours. They moved casually, like visi
Chapter 165: Maya's Broadcast
Maya stood in the monastery's converted broadcast studio at 2 AM, her reflection staring back from the camera's dark lens. She'd spent eighteen hours preparing for this moment—hacking into satellite uplinks, compromising relay stations, building a distributed broadcast network that couldn't be shut down by any single entity.This would be her magnum opus. Or her suicide note. Possibly both."You don't have to do this," Adrian said from behind the camera. "We can find another way to reach people.""No, we can't." Maya adjusted the lighting, trying to hide the exhaustion in her face. "The Hope Cluster leaders put themselves on the line. The least I can do is stand beside them. Besides—" she managed a tired smile, "—I'm the best hacker you have. If anyone can break through the Syndicate's media lockdown, it's me.""And when will they trace this back to you?""Then they'll know exactly who to blame for what comes next." She activated the broadcast system, watching status indicators light
Chapter 166: The Bio-Warfare Threat
The alert reached Adrian at 04:17, six hours after Maya's broadcast went viral. His secure phone screamed with a priority medical code he'd hoped never to see: **BIOLOGICAL OUTBREAK - CONTAINMENT FAILED**.He was in the command center within ninety seconds, pulling up the emergency reports even as Dr. Chen burst through the door, his face ashen."We have a pathogen release in three refugee camps," Chen said without preamble. "Dadaab in Kenya, Cox's Bazar in Bangladesh, and Zaatari in Jordan. Simultaneous outbreaks, identical symptoms. This isn't natural, Adrian. This is engineered."The screens are filled with medical data. Adrian's enhanced cognition processed it rapidly, his background in biotech allowing him to recognize the patterns even before Chen highlighted them."Hemorrhagic fever," he said, feeling ice form in his stomach. "Modified. Look at the incubation period—eighteen to twenty-four hours instead of the typical five to seven days for natural strains. And the transmission
Chapter 167: The Betrayal Within
Dr. Lian Zhang had been with the Scholars since the beginning—a brilliant biochemist whose early vaccine work had saved thousands of lives in the first wave of Scholar operations. Adrian trusted her. I had mentored her. Had given her access to some of their most sensitive research.Which made her betrayal feel like a knife between the ribs.The evidence arrived at 3 AM on day 361, delivered by one of Elena's intelligence contacts. Adrian sat in the darkened command center, reading through intercepted communications that showed the full scope of Lian's treachery.She'd sold the nanomedicine formula to the Syndicate. Not after Adrian released it publicly, but three weeks before—giving them time to develop the bioweapon specifically designed to counter his own defensive protocols. The outbreak hadn't been retaliation for Maya's broadcast. It had been a field test of weaponized science, and Lian had provided the blueprint."How much did they pay her?" Zane asked, reading over Adrian's sho
Chapter 168: Power Games
The summons arrived via diplomatic courier at 6 AM—an official invitation from the United Nations Security Council to address the General Assembly in seventy-two hours. The letter was formal, respectful, and carried an implicit threat: appear voluntarily or face international arrest warrants in every member nation.Adrian read it three times, searching for the trap he knew was there."It's obviously a setup," Aisha said, pacing the command center. "They'll arrest you the moment you step foot in New York. The Syndicate has spent months painting us as terrorists—now they want to give that narrative official legitimacy.""Maybe," Adrian replied, studying the letter's precise language. "Or maybe something's changed. Look at who signed it—Secretary-General Amara Okoye. She's been critical of the Syndicate's influence in international bodies. This might be genuine."Elena pulled up intelligence reports. "My sources say there's been a power shift in the Security Council. The bioweapon attack
Chapter 169: A World on Edge
The economic reports started appearing six weeks after Adrian's UN address, each one more alarming than the last. Dr. Chen brought them to the morning briefing, his expression grim."Global poverty rates have dropped 10.7% in regions with active Hope Cluster operations," he announced, pulling up charts that should have been cause for celebration. Instead, the data carried an ominous undertone. "That's unprecedented. Historical poverty reduction moves at maybe half a percent annually. We've achieved twenty years of progress in six weeks.""That's what we wanted," Aisha said. "Isn't it?""It's what we wanted," Adrian agreed, studying the cascading economic indicators. "But look at what else is happening."The charts told a disturbing story. In regions where Hope Clusters had successfully eliminated poverty, economic patterns were shifting dramatically. Wage floors were rising as desperate labor evaporated. Companies that relied on exploitative practices were closing. Entire business mod
Chapter 170: Zane's Sacrifice
The call came at 4:47 AM on day 332—a weak signal bouncing through three relay stations before reaching Adrian's secure line. The voice on the other end was barely recognizable, distorted by pain and exhaustion."Adrian."It was Zane.Adrian bolted upright, signaling frantically for Aisha to trace the call. "Zane, where are you? What happened?""Istanbul." A wet cough, the sound of someone fighting for breath. "Went after the pharmaceutical shipments. The syndicate was moving weapons-grade biotoxins disguised as refugee medicine. Couldn't... couldn't let them reach the camps.""Are you hurt?"A bitter laugh. "That's one way to put it. Adrian, listen—don't have much time. The shipments are in a convoy, three trucks, heading toward the Syrian border. If they reach the camps...""I understand. We'll intercept them. But Zane, where exactly are you? We can send extraction—""No extraction. Syndicate has me boxed in. Forty, maybe fifty operatives. I've got maybe ten minutes before they brea