The moment Alice uploaded evidence of merger fraud, drug networks, and bastard control schemes to global encrypted news sites, the financial world erupted in chaos. JPMorgan headquarters was besieged by protesters, and board members were arrested one after another, yet a strange silence lingered amid the storm—the identity of the key accuser remained hidden. Ryan's tech company servers came under a quantum-level attack at dawn. He burst into Alice's apartment, his eagle tattoo flushed red with fury: "The board activated the 'Black Box' protocol. They're using my company to strike back."
Sneaking into the tech firm's underground data center in the rain, passion ignited under the high-stakes pressure. Ryan tore open her shirt, his kisses covering the old scar on her collarbone: "The Black Box holds my father's ultimate program—it can erase all evidence and track leakers." In climax, Alice bit his earlobe, inputting the key Sarah had cracked into the terminal: "Sarah's hacking team is fighting the tracking, but we need your clearance." Between post-passion gasps, they downloaded the Black Box's core code, only to discover a genetic lock embedded within—linked to Ryan's DNA, the board's final insurance.
The next day, Mark's private lawyer arrived unannounced, carrying the board's "settlement offer": all charges dropped, in exchange for the evidence and permanent silence. Alice shredded the agreement, but noticed an eagle totem hidden in the lawyer's cuff as he left. She and Ryan tracked him to an abandoned warehouse, where Mark traded with remaining board members—he offered Alice's encrypted chip for leftover "Blood Eagle" funds, but Sarah's drones disrupted the deal. During the gunfight, Alice let a stray bullet graze her thigh. As Ryan bandaged her, she mixed her blood sample into the Black Box's genetic lock—their DNA replacing his, they cracked the program.
The Black Box data unfolded, revealing a truth: the board didn't just manipulate finance; they collaborated with high-ranking politicians to develop bioweapons, using bastards as test subjects. Stunned, Alice took Sarah's urgent call: "I traced Mark's encrypted account, but the transfer IP… it's from your apartment." She turned to find Ryan's gun aimed at her heart: "Is Sarah yours, or the board's?"
The standoff shattered as Sarah burst in. She removed a mask, revealing a face eerily similar to the board chairman's: "I'm his bastard daughter, trained as a hacking tool. But Alice… you're the real key." She displayed board files: Alice's mother, once the bioweapons project's lead scientist, was killed for refusing to cooperate. Her rebirth might involve experimental time-manipulation tech. Rain howled outside as Sarah fitted the final puzzle piece: "Blood Eagle's ultimate goal? Resurrecting bastards killed in experiments—including your mother."
Passion spiraled into desperation. Alice and Ryan tangled amid data ruins, their kisses with destruction. Sarah used the distraction to upload Black Box data to global satellite networks—evidence now indestructible. Mark appeared, gun aimed at all three: "You destroyed the board, but 'Blood Eagle' has one last trick." He pressed his watch. Alarms blared across Manhattan's financial district—the bioweapons lab's poison gas was about to leak.