Chapter 9: Cery

Anchorage Base was bustling with activity.

In the clear sky, black dots appeared in the distance, ten C-5 Galaxy large strategic transport aircraft, the largest operational aircraft in the United States Air Force.

More than twenty H-53 "Sea Stallion" large helicopters, a high-speed assault aircraft developed by the United States Marine Corps, and the largest assault-type multipurpose military helicopter in the world today, were also present. They were designed for penetrating enemy territory for attacks or airborne operations.

Further in the distance, there were squadrons of F-16 "Falcon" fighter jets and F-22 "Raptor" fighters soaring through the sky, breaking the sound barrier and leaving behind long-lasting sonic boom trails.

*Roar, roar, roar...*

The vast expanse of the clear blue sky couldn't hide the massive aircraft, but the thunderous noise of their propellers and the lingering contrails in their wake created a sense of impending war, as if suddenly plunged into a conflict.

Nearly two thousand elite soldiers equipped with the latest weapons and gear descended from the C-5 Galaxy transport aircraft and H-53 large helicopters, air-dropping into Anchorage Base.

In the distance, dust billowed.

The Army stationed at military bases in Alaska, equipped with state-of-the-art inter-vehicle information systems and battlefield management systems, deployed M1A2 main battle tanks and a large army contingent equipped with new protective armor and electronic equipment. They lined up near Anchorage City, taking over military control and initiating the evacuation of the entire civilian population of Anchorage, numbering three hundred thousand.

But that wasn't all; various large civilian aircraft were being temporarily commandeered and flown in from the sky, carrying top biomedical teams from 21 countries on Earth and various high-precision biomedicine equipment.

General Jericho, a robust figure with a stern face, quickly deployed defenses at Anchorage Base, taking control of the entire base's wartime defense layout, leaving the entire staff at Anchorage Base bewildered.

Augustine, a general from the Air Force, led an elite force of a hundred soldiers into the command room at Anchorage Base, taking command in the simplest way possible and presenting his orders, "These are orders presented by the United Nations Pacific Rim Defense Coalition. Now, please cooperate and temporarily cease your work."

Augustine made a hand gesture, and the bewildered command room staff were picked up by the soldiers entering in single file. Elite military technicians then directly installed the latest radar systems and connected to satellites, among other operations.

General Augustine directly broadcasted, "All personnel at Anchorage Base, this base will be temporarily under military control. Ground base personnel will be stationed by General Jericho. Technicians working on repairing the Jaegers, do not stop; we need those machines in top shape. Who knows, we might need that big guy."

"Now, carry on with your tasks."

"The medical facility is temporarily off-limits. Do not enter without permission. Any intruders will be dealt with."

General Augustine's words brought a hush over the entire Anchorage Base. There were only the hurried footsteps of troops. Just when their hearts were heavy, Marshal Stacker, whom they were familiar with, appeared, calming the people at the base.

"Listen to General Augustine. Everything will proceed as usual, folks."

Led by Dr. Tungus, the Dean of Harvard Medical School, 21 of the world's top biomedical teams from various countries, comprising 130 biomedical doctors in total, were rushing toward the medical facility.

Dr. Tungus was slender, had blond hair, sharp eyes, and was dressed in a black suit with a white coat draped over it. His polished black shoes exuded an air of British elegance. He was temporarily leading 130 top biomedical doctors in researching the extraterrestrial. It was undoubtedly the most thrilling and pinnacle achievement of his life.

No matter what they discovered on the extraterrestrial, this achievement would belong to him. This level of accomplishment, when spoken of, would make him unrivaled in the entire field of biomedicine.

This was the pinnacle of the human biomedicine field.

Dr. Tungus felt excited and triumphant. His steps unconsciously quickened. However, he couldn't help but wonder who this person was, the one who had used electromagnetic spectrum analyzers meant for detecting thermonuclear reactors to calculate the absurd data that the extraterrestrial possessed a basic strength of 8,000 tons.

"It's you, Cery!"

"It's you, the one with thinning hair, who transplanted a rabbit's reproductive organs onto your son, aged rapidly, yet still greedy for money, power-hungry, and a thief of students' achievements, Tungus!"

As Dr. Tungus led the group around a corner, he spotted Cery standing outside the glass wall, looking at the extraterrestrial. His neck stiffened, and his face instantly turned pale.

When Cery heard someone calling her perverted, her sharp eyes turned to cut like a blade. She then saw Dr. Tungus leading people towards her.

"I'll have my lawyer sue you for defamation and slander against me." Dr. Tungus' eyes were filled with hatred as he glared at her, teeth clenched, veins bulging in his neck. He yelled angrily, "Now, get out of here!"

Seeing Cery again, Tungus couldn't maintain his usual gentlemanly demeanor.

What Cery had done in the past was simply too twisted, to the point that even Tungus, who had once been her teacher, was now filled with the idea of killing her.

Cery had grown up in the slums. A neighbor had once reported her for killing her stepfather, dismembering his body, which had terrified her mother and forced her to undergo compulsory treatment in a mental hospital.

Cery had a unique talent for biomedical research from a young age. What seemed like complex problems to others could be easily solved with just a glance from her. It was for this reason that, at the age of 15, she had caught the eye of General Tungus and was taken in as his disciple.

This, in itself, was not unusual.

However, unfortunately, when Cery was 18, General Tungus, who was self-proclaimed as a gentleman but was actually greedy for money, power, and women, saw her in formal attire. She wore a white shirt, a knee-length skirt, and black stockings that accentuated her alluring curves. Her cold, confident face shone during a biomedical conference, and he was mesmerized. He harbored inappropriate intentions towards his own student.

Cery found it unbearable, and at the time, she had already won the Nobel Prize in Medicine for her discovery of how cells perceive and adapt to oxygen supply. To avoid her teacher, she applied for independent biological research at Harvard Medical School.

The following year, seeing that her teacher hadn't changed his behavior, she won her second Nobel Prize in Medicine for promoting the consequences of cellular responses to temperature.

For most people, this would have been enough to make them leave.

After all, she had already won two Nobel Prizes and was listed as a national-level research expert in the United States.

But General Tungus felt challenged and prepared to use various means, including coercion and semi-voluntary methods, to achieve his aims.

For General Tungus, it wasn't really a big deal. The academic and scientific communities were like this. If it weren't for Cery being too outstanding and winning two Nobel Prizes, he could have used the usual methods: offering alcohol, threatening her graduation, fabricating a few research papers, and so on. She would naturally have complied.

This was how things worked in academic circles.

Unfortunately, Cery was too clever. She had long seen through General Tungus's character and simply wanted to quietly conduct her biological research without getting involved in such troublesome matters.

Just when Cery was preparing for her third Nobel Prize in Medicine, General Tungus came to visit her during her experiments. The self-proclaimed gentleman Tungus, who had nurtured Cery for five years, accidentally sat on her beloved lab rabbit, causing it to die.

Cery was devastated all night, crying until her eyes were almost blind, and she began to change.

She harbored thoughts of revenge.

On a dark and windy night when General Tungus was not at home, she performed surgery on his son for a full two hours.

The surgery was exceptionally perfect.

Even now, this organ transplant surgery beneath had been performed so perfectly that it was considered a miracle in the eyes of Harvard Medical School students. It had shocked the world.

The X-ray images of General Tungus's son still served as a secret research project at Harvard Medical School, and every time they saw them, the new students were amazed. They wondered how such a perfect graft could be achieved. It was truly a divine level of technology...

For more than a year, General Tungus did not discover his son's problem. It wasn't until one day when he realized that his child had been urinating for over half an hour that he finally noticed.

General Tungus quickly discovered the truth and knew it was Cery's doing. But at this point, he was even more terrified.

Because Cery, during that year, had used Tungus and his son's genes to create a genetic bomb targeted at the Tungus family bloodline.

Its purpose was to gradually deplete the male sex hormones in males with Tungus blood, eliminate their desire to mate, and make them appear dispassionate, encouraging the men of the Tungus family to contribute more to the field of medicine.

Unfortunately, Cery was caught by Tungus before she could introduce the genetic bomb into the water supply of the medical school.

But luckily, Cery was too clever. She merely shook the test tube a few times, and the genetic bomb inside the test tube became ineffective due to a chemical reaction.

Just like how there was no evidence linking her to the murder in her childhood neighborhood or the fact that she had ever made a genetic bomb targeted at the Tungus family.

Furthermore, Tungus knew about Cery making the genetic bomb through her biological laboratory's operations and had deduced it from his own genes, but this couldn't be used as concrete evidence.

To this day, Tungus dares not drink water at the medical school.

In the days that followed, Cery faced numerous challenges at the medical school and had no intention of enduring them. When she realized that Tungus was trying to cut off her funding and isolate her by teaming up with several researchers from the college, she simply picked up a folding chair, gave Tungus a good beating, and casually left the medical school.

To this day, the fierce Cery is still a legendary figure at Harvard Medical School.

Cery had a tall figure and wore high heels with thick soles, making her look just as tall as Tungus.

She tilted her head, revealing a slender, fair neck, and looked at Tungus with disdain. "Tungus, did stealing my experiments and winning the Nobel Prize in Medicine give you the confidence to speak in front of me?"

Cery had left most of her experiments behind when she left so carefree, and Tungus took them over directly, only receiving his Nobel Prize several years later.

Tungus's face turned as dark as water. He could already feel the mocking gazes of biomedical doctors from various countries behind him. The events from the medical school had become widely known in the medical community.

He hated people like Cery who had disrupted the rules.

At the same time, Cery was too powerful. She was so strong that Tungus's decades of networking couldn't affect her.

In Tungus's heart, there was a certain degree of fear.

"The Nobel Prize in Medicine I received is well-deserved."

"Cery, your character is corrupt, and I will never allow someone like you to tarnish morality in the field of medicine."

"Get her out of here and don't let her get close to the alien."

With a stern face, Tungus angrily ordered, directing two of his disciple researchers to remove Cery.

Cery remained in place, sneering. "My talent and abilities are ten times greater than all of you combined. I was the first to research him, and none of you are better than a bunch of doctoral students."

"Since Dr. Cery is also here, let's research together," a stout, dignified General Augustine said, emerging from behind the others with a stern yet gentle smile. "Please start as soon as possible; there might not be much time for you to bond."

Tungus's words were cut off before he could finish, and his face turned red. He glared at the two disciple researchers who answered, "Of course, General Augustine," and then quickly turned and led the team into the treatment room.

Cery, her head held high, didn't move. She glanced at General Augustine and nodded. "Well done, General Belly." Then she turned and entered the treatment room, cursing loudly.

"What are you doing, causing a mess?"

"Go review the basic data I've collected first."

"I am the team leader!"

"My talent is a hundred times better than yours, and I have two Nobel Prizes!"

"You... you... you..."

"Go get the data and review it, a bunch of doctoral students who can't even match elementary school kids!"

General Belly? General Augustine's expression stiffened, and his belly involuntarily contracted.