Chapter 179: Bacterial War (1)

Chapter 179: Bacterial War (1)

Yoon Bo-Hyun’s name rose to prominence as he targeted Young-Joon. Now, he was standing in the eye of the storm of the merger between A-Gen and A-Bio. At this point, it was also reported that Yoon Bo-Hyun was the son of Yoon Dae-Sung, the CEO of A-Gen. Although he never publicly confirmed it, many people knew that silence was a sign of affirmation.

—What a disappointment, Ryu Young-Joon. Developing a bioweapon is a violation of the international convention.

—Honestly, does it make sense that a research ethics fanatic like Ryu Young-joon would develop a bioweapon and commit murder? Ryu Young-Joon said that it wasn’t true, and all these allegations seem fake.

—All he has to do is just open the records from Lab Six, right?

—But can we be sure that Ryu Young-Joon didn’t meddle with those records? He’s already one of the best scientists in the world, and the research foundation is probably trying to stay on his good side.

—People, please. The anthracis fence and the anthrax outbreak in Africa aren’t related at all. Anthrax can’t spread from that fence. Please do some research before you criticize...

—I knew Ryu Young-Joon was going to cause trouble soon enough. Someone who succeeded that much in such a short amount of time is bound to be dirty.

—I think Yoon Dae-Sung will take the A-Bio-A-Gen merger. Money is more important to the shareholders than truth. Even if they believe Ryu Young-Joon, to give him the CEO position with his current image... They’ll merge under Yoon Dae-Sung, and then change to Ryu Young-Joon when the allegations are all cleared up.

—This is ridiculous. Because of these garbage rumors? Look what Ryu Young-Joon has shown us thus far.

—Don’t trust Ryu Young-Joon too much. I think he’s dangerous. The things he has done are senseless, right? All geniuses have a flaw in their personality. Professors and GSC members are all eccentric, too.

—Breaking news! Ryu Young-Joon confesses >>>Click Here<<<

—Don’t clickbait, you bastard.

—But why isn’t Ryu Young-Joon doing anything after the last press conference? He’s so quiet.

—Doctor Ryu only does big things. He doesn’t have time to fight with Yoon Bo-Hyun or whatever.

—Here comes the Ryu Young-Joon cult believer.

Click.

Yoon Bo-Hyun turned off his phone. All the posts that were being posted on the community page of A-Gen and A-Bio’s website were something like that. The public was reacting similarly as well.

‘But it’s strange.’

Young-Joon was a perfectionist. Considering his personality, he should get on TV and do some sort of weird experiment again; he should be demonstrating that there was nothing wrong with the anthracis fence. Or, he should have released the records of A-Gen’s anthrax weapons and buried Yoon Dae-Sung and Yoon Bo-Hyun. That was what Yoon Bo-Hyun had predicted Young-Joon would do, but he still hadn’t responded.

What about the government? The government did not detain Young-Joon, nor did they rush to release the research foundation’s records to exonerate him. All the prosecution said was that they would investigate this thoroughly, and in reality, it was being ignored as if Young-Joon should be doing something else.

‘What is going on?’

Yoon Bo-Hyun, who was a little anxious, remembered what Yoon Dae-Sung had said to him

—You don’t stand a chance against him. The reason he is not destroying you right now is because his priority is the anthrax epidemic in Africa. To him, you’re nothing but a small fruit fly.

Yoon Bo-Hyun clenched his fists.

‘That’s not true, Father.’

Yoon Bo-Hyun pulled a company document on his computer. It was the data on A-Gen’s anthrax weapon obtained through Ji Kwang-Man’s account. He wasn’t allowed to carry it out, but he took photos of it on his phone. It was a lot of data, about two hundred pages.

“Um... Manager Yoon,” said Kim Chun-Yeol, the team manager of the Business Development Division.

“Yes, sir.”

“Haha, there’s a proposal that was sent to me right now, and I approved it. But I want you to take a look.”

“A proposal?”

The team manager position was way higher than Yoon Bo-Hyun, and he didn’t have to show him things that had been approved by him.

“You’re going to be the head of our company, so you should see my work.”

Patting him on the shoulder, Kim Chun-Yeol gave Yoon Bo-Hyun the documents.

‘He’s probably trying to be on both my side and Ryu Young-Joon’s.’

Yoon Bo-Hyun didn’t trust him, but he trusted the favor for now.

“Thank you.”

Yoon Bo-Hyun’s eyes narrowed as he read the document carefully. The proposal was from A-Bio.

[Mass production of anthrax drug AL0074]

Abrahim blanked as he watched Doctor Ref and Major Aziz walk inside.

“That person...” Abrahim said to the driver. “Who is she?”

“She’s a biologist. I don’t know the details, either. Apparently, she’s been very helpful in helping us wipe out the rebels in the area and settling down here.”

“How old is she?”

“She looks like she’s in her twenties, right?”

“Yes.”

“But apparently, she’s over fifty.”

“What?!”

Abrahim was shocked.

Doctor Ref, who went into the hideout, sat down in the work chair in the small makeshift lab.

“Phew. It’s so nice to be here after sitting in a truck. My behind was killing me earlier. The last hideout I was in was more comfortable, but I didn’t realize you would move so far away while I was gone.”

“We moved because there was a high chance it would be discovered by international intelligence agents.”

“You cleaned up well, right?”

“Yes, I covered up almost every trace.”

“There are some papers there with my signature, and there are sketches of a plan to attack the GSC. If those fall into the CIA’s hands, this operation could be doomed.”

“Don’t worry, I had Abraham and a few others burn most of it to the ground. There will be some research facilities left, but no materials.”

“Hm.”

Doctor Ref chuckled and stared at Aziz. Aziz felt a little overwhelmed.

“I checked as well,” he said.

“Well, alright. But it doesn’t matter if you fail.”

“It doesn’t matter?”

“Because there are endless ways and opportunities to attack. And we’re just trying to destroy the GSC for symbolic reasons, there are other important targets, too,” Doctor Ref said. “Of course, it would be better if we succeeded. But for now, let’s assess the situation. Can we look at our weapon?”

“Here it is,” Aziz said.

One of the scientists in the hideout lab handed her a vial that was the size of their finger. Their hands trembled.

“Even if we’re growing a monster without safety measures, at least don’t touch them with your bare hands.”

Doctor Ref took the vial with anthracis with a cloth. At a glance, it looked like one of those lotion samples from cosmetics stores.

“Aziz, I’ve had someone in Korea make some gas cylinders already.”

Doctor Ref held out a note.

“I left it in a storage locker at Seoul Station, and this is the address. All you have to do is take the cylinder out, open the lid, put the bacteria inside, and lock the cylinder.”

Doctor Ref took out a small needle from her bag.

“I’ll give this injection to the carrier.”

“What is it?” Aziz asked.

“A vaccine. It’s respiratory, so you never know.”

“Thank you.”

Aziz took the syringe from her.

“But Doctor Ref, there’s something I want to ask.”

“What is it?”

“Why did you use anthracis in a few African countries? Isn’t it our goal to show our will and strength to the West?”

“There are a few reasons. The first is to test out its toxicity; we can’t sacrifice our own, right? Second is to keep the attention of the international community to Africa so that they miss the GSC, which is the real target. And lastly...” she said. “It’s to keep Ryu Young-Joon there. I honestly don’t think it will work. It’s good if it does, and it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t, but maybe we’ll get lucky.”