Super Zoo-Chapter 827 - 799: Organizational Cleanup

"The appearance of the 'Shark Man' nearly overturned the medical community's common knowledge. Technically speaking, a living mutant, or at least one that is temporarily alive, had already breached the limits of current human genetic technology. Ethically, it also crossed the bottom line of what it means to be human.

Not only did the Romanian government take it seriously, but the upper echelons of Huaxia and Russia also paid great attention, even engaging in certain exchanges with the Western world.

The power of government machinery is terrifying. Nearly simultaneously, several major countries around the world launched investigations and quickly discovered that a secretive organization, 'The Garden of God', was indeed the mastermind behind the laboratory castle. Suming's father's death was also directly linked to The Garden of God.

However, this organization was extremely well-hidden, and even state machinery found it difficult to fully uncover its detailed information.

A mysterious organization with a vast background, although engaged in unscrupulous research, did not cause any fundamental harm to the various countries. Strictly speaking, it posed no immediate threat to national governments.

On the contrary, if these countries were to take action against the organization, they might pay a huge cost in resources and repercussions.

After all, this is not IS, and even with IS, not all the major countries in the world are united. As long as their own tangible interests are not involved, no one wants to stir up this hornet's nest.

Therefore, including Suming and Ludmila, all the parties involved were issued gag orders to never mention anything related to The Garden of God again, and to cease all related investigations.

The corresponding compensation was that all countries would fully support all parties involved in this incident, whether in business or politics, ensuring a smooth and prosperous path.

Moreover, several major countries reached an agreement to ban all visible actions of The Garden of God. In other words, neither side would interfere with the other. The most direct example was Professor Aisenburg from Germany, who inexplicably died in a car accident after falling off a mountain road.

Ludmila is now the first Vice President of Moran International and, barring any unexpected events, will take over Moran International within three years.

Several uncles from the Nangong Family have received promotions, with the highest-ranking one becoming the deputy head of a provincial department. As for Zhao Yun, he's become even more the embodiment of a wealthy idler. Several well-known listed companies in the country have invited him to serve as an honorary director—a position that offers not only honor but also a small amount of internal stock allocation. In terms of total assets, Zhao Yun's net worth exceeds that of some small listed companies' controlling shareholders.

Rationally speaking, people like Suming and Ludmila understand and even support the decisions of their countries.

Launching a war against the mysterious The Garden of God in the name of 'justice' would only cause unnecessary ripples and affect social stability, making the common people at the bottom pay the price.

To speak bluntly, even if The Garden of God conducts human experiments and causes a hundred or so deaths each year, this number will significantly decrease now that countries have taken precautions. But if the entire Garden of God organization faces destructive attacks and starts to retaliate recklessly, the losses would be incalculable.

But reason is reason, and emotions are emotions.

Ludmila's comrade-in-arms, the Shark Man Beck, ultimately died a horrible death, with his body's organs and tissues disintegrating.

Suming's lifelong wish buried deep in his heart since childhood became unattainable; he would never be able to avenge his father's murder during his lifetime.

Now it's Park Cheol-bin's turn, and even now, why Park Cheol-bin underwent genetic mutation remains unclear.

Over this past year, those involved in the Romania incident have all thrived, yet they are all suffocating with frustration and not feeling gratified.

The bigger picture is what matters most. Suming consoled himself with these thoughts. In the end, without the support of the state machinery, he could not possibly wage war against The Garden of God—an opponent that was completely an invisible behemoth. Not to mention whether he could win, but even if he wanted to fight, he wouldn't know where to direct his effort.

"Go all out. Money is not an issue; I have been collecting ginseng that's over a hundred years old. Even if it's just to cling to life, keep this child hanging on for one more breath." Suming waved his hand and said.

Watching Suming's departing figure, the deputy director of the institute sighed.

Science is meant to benefit mankind, but once it breaks through the moral bottom line of humanity, the very foundation of its existence disappears. Can one resort to any means necessary just because the goal is noble? Can the initial noble goal still be achieved once people become devils for the sake of that goal?

Every specialist in their field has probably pondered similar philosophical questions. Fortunately for the deputy director, this remained merely a philosophical issue. free𝑤ebnovel.com

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Inside a research institute somewhere on the African continent.

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"Miss Nicole, to maintain Locke's vital signs over this past year, the organization has invested far too much in him. I suggest we give up; he no longer has any perception and won't feel any pain," an elderly man with graying hair said to Nicole, as he looked at Locke, whose body was riddled with various tubes.

For over a year, the once hulking Locke, comparable to a small Tyrannosaurus Rex, was now so thin that only his skeletal frame remained. From a distance, through the observation room's glass, he resembled a giant's desiccated skeleton.

"Is there really no other way?" Nicole asked, her attitude towards the white-haired old man, who had the authority level of LV1, starkly contrasting the way she treated Dr. Yuri. Killing Dr. Yuri, who was level LV3, had resulted in Nicole being banished to this most difficult laboratory in Africa. However, if she killed a core committee member of the organization at LV1, the best outcome for Nicole would be to end up like Locke, becoming a high-level experimental subject.

"Another way?" The old man turned his head and looked at Nicole for a few seconds, snorting meaninglessly through his nostrils, his displeasure evident as he said: "Unless we find the source of the mutated genes, possessing a full spectrum of mutated genes, only then could we possibly reverse this by obtaining gene fragments from such a being. However, let me make it clear to you, first, even if Earth's biological count were tenfold, statistically speaking there would not be such an organism, and second, if such an organism existed, every part of its physique would be extremely valuable, not even a single drop of blood could be wasted. The organization would definitely not use it to save Locke. To the organization, Locke is merely a failed experiment; even if his genes could be reversed, he would at best return to being an ordinary person, completely valueless."

"Is everything Locke has done for the organization also without value?" Nicole asked.

"Nicole, I'm shocked that you would ask such an immature question, it seems naive and not at all like your style," the old man said indifferently: "It seems your father made no mistake in sending you here; in your current state, you're not fit to hold an important role within the organization. Also, let me remind you, Locke's nutritional fluids and equipment usage fees for this month are almost used up. If you insist on keeping him alive, remember to make regular payments into the research department's account."

Nicole's mouth twitched involuntarily.

When it doesn't concern oneself, one remains aloof. In the past, when it came to taking others' lives, Nicole could coldly assert it was a sacrifice for a sacred cause. But when it came to herself, it was an entirely different matter.

The organization's style has always been ruthless. They wouldn't want to spend a penny on Locke, who they see as having no further use. Over the past year, all the treatment expenses had come out of Nicole's own pocket. The money she's earned working for the organization in the past few years had been almost entirely depleted by the exorbitant medical costs, and she couldn't even scrape together enough to cover the expenses for the next month.

As for that committee member who was her father, Nicole knew very well that while she had been powerful in the eyes of others, in his eyes, she and Locke were nothing but a disgrace, especially Locke. The first person who would want Locke dead would be that man; it was pointless to hope for any help from him.

"Alright, Nicole, I must return to Paris today. If the fees for next month are not sufficient, the organization will stop Locke's treatment. That is all," the old man glanced at his watch, dropped a remark, and turned to leave.

Watching the old man's retreating back, Nicole bit her teeth hard.

A genetic source that could induce gene mutation; Nicole had indeed seen such a creature. That day at Eibek Castle, there could have been such a person, and that's why Nicole made such a commotion.

Nicole had considered telling the organization about this information, in exchange for rescue operations for Locke.

But she knew the organization's style all too well. Even if the information was true, it was unlikely the organization would lend a hand to Locke because not only did they need the genes, but they also required a large sum of money—in the billions—US dollars.

Today's conversation with the old man was her last hope. But from the old man's attitude, Nicole clearly felt the last vestige of hope crumble away.

Not only Locke but also herself had begun to sense signs of being abandoned by the organization.

For the first time in her life, Nicole harbored a deep hatred toward the organization.

"If that's the case, then I'll just do it myself."

On that day at Eibek Castle, there had been a total of seven people.

Over the next two months, Nicole mobilized all the resources at her disposal to track down these seven people, visiting each one in person.

Regrettably, aside from Avitu, the remaining six were very difficult to approach, each surrounded by a formidable number of overt security guards. On two occasions, Nicole nearly lost her life.

During the incident at Yangchuan City Zoo, Nicole was finally exposed.

Although national governments did not besiege The Garden of God, they maintained a high level of vigilance. The Romanian survivors were harassed several times by individuals with unknown identities, prompting several governments to respond effectively. Overnight, several suspected members of The Garden of God vanished from the world.

Compared to several powerful nations, The Garden of God was still just an organization, unable to confront them directly. Their greatest advantage lay in secrecy. Like a ghostly stray dog, it might not be a match against a man wielding a club, but even at the risk of being beaten to death, a bite from it could be very troublesome. Hence, there was a tacit and fragile balance between the two parties.

Nicole's actions had touched the nerves of national governments, and the delicate balance between The Garden of God and state powers was disrupted.

By the time an exhausted Nicole returned to the African base, what awaited her was an internal purge by the organization.

"Miss Nicole, your actions have seriously compromised the organization's security. The committee has sent me to take you back to headquarters for questioning," an emotionless security supervisor stated.