Combined, 006 and Miles Warren were nearly eighty years old, yet this twenty-year-old intimidated them thoroughly. Strength—strength was the ultimate measure of everything.
"Professor Warren, work hard. If you need anything, contact Mr. Alec. If he can't solve it, then come to me." Bella clapped her hands, left a check for three million dollars, and turned to leave Texas.
She wasn't completely dismissive of human cloning. Researching life magic was an urgent matter for her. Additionally, she wanted to clone new bodies for the little ghost Violet Harmon and Shaw back home.
One was like a younger sister to her, the other like an older sister—both were close family.
The little ghost was trapped in the mansion unable to leave. Shaw and her partner Root couldn't even do certain intimate things. It was truly regrettable.
Bella didn't know proper resurrection magic, but using their pre-death genes to create clone bodies, then using a possession-like technique to achieve an alternative resurrection in new bodies—she felt this was achievable.
The little ghost's body had never been cremated. Shaw's body would require some searching.
There was no rush—it wouldn't help anyway. Without two or three years, clone bodies couldn't complete gestation and growth. Plus, there was a more pressing problem at hand: she was almost out of money!
Right now, they needed to research cloned organs, then find some wealthy marks to pay deposits to ease her financial pressure.
After Bella left Texas, the two men exchanged glances and nodded seriously.
006 also invested a million dollars proportionally. This was all startup capital. Later, expanding the laboratory and base would require continued investment.
He'd use this money to hire base guards, purchase building facilities, and hire construction teams for base development.
Professor Miles Warren would be responsible for setting up the new laboratory. Currently, he needed to fully understand the theoretical knowledge of cloned organs before discussing subsequent matters.
Launching the cloned organ medical project first targeted wealthy people with serious illnesses. Facing life and death, these rich people didn't dare haggle—Weyland named the price, they paid it. One deal would recoup costs, two would mean huge profits. After seventeen or eighteen transactions, Bella could start thinking about acquiring Chanel!
With such enormous profits, they had to spend heavily on company security.
006's experience exceeded Bella's. He suggested keeping Newton's secret base as the research facility, while setting up another small base elsewhere for customer visits.
Bella found this reasonable. Heather's farm had made quite a stir with the Black president incident. Common people forgot quickly, but anyone with connections could still link things back to her.
006 suggested buying more land. Bella said no need—they'd just grab an uninhabited island in the Caribbean! Why spend money? Besides, they didn't have any money left!
Bella dispatched her aquatic general Jason, who piloted the two-meter Flying Dutchman, wobbling his way to the Caribbean. Circling halfway around Mexico's coastline, he quickly found a small island just over a thousand meters from shore.
The island had a fishing village. Nominally a fishing village, but in Mexico, there was really only one thing they were good at making.
The island had thirty-some workers and ten-plus guards.
Jason, wielding a five-foot machete, snuck over at midnight for a killing spree. The gang quickly realized something was wrong and sent people to investigate. Jason killed them one by one—one came, he killed one; two came, he killed both. After wiping out two waves, the gang didn't dare come anymore! They were almost out of men!
Rumors of the ghost ship spread through nearby waters. There were plenty of similar small islands—the gang didn't want to fight to the death. Within days, this unnamed Mexican island was brazenly occupied by Weyland Corporation.
006 boldly named it Clone Island. All future business related to cloned organs would be conducted here.
"Miss, I have no problems with the theory, but if we want successful transplantation between cloned organs and human bodies, we'll need a highly skilled surgeon. Ordinary doctors won't work—their skills are too poor, they won't meet my requirements."
After Bella finished another day of classes, Miles Warren called requesting help.
006 had recruited some doctors, but they were all mediocre—incapable of performing cutting-edge surgery like cloned organ transplants.
Bella thought for nearly half a minute. "Leave it to me. I'll find someone."
Where would she look? Obviously New York, that breeding ground for exceptional people!
Doctor Strange immediately came to mind, but she quickly dismissed the idea.
Recruiting the current medical doctor version of Strange could easily trigger a series of catastrophic consequences. Seven or eight Ancient Ones jumping out of the timeline with four or five Doctor Stranges to gang up on her—that would be bad.
Better to honestly find those unknowns who'd proven their talents in the future as villains.
Major hospital doctors wouldn't participate in cloning experiments. Black clinics and black market doctors were her target, but these people's skills were truly terrible. The few doctors 006 initially found had all been expelled from legitimate hospitals—some could only saw off legs, others were complete quacks.
Truly skilled black market doctors with low moral standards willing to run off to a secret Texas base for experiments were extraordinarily rare...
Bella's memory contained no such doctors, and online searches yielded no information on such people. She could only use the dumbest method: waiting by the rabbit tree. She'd stake out gang headquarters, see where they sent their injured, then quietly follow.
After two days of waiting, New York remained peaceful. The gangs acted like law-abiding citizens, staying home playing cards all day. Unable to endure it any longer, she had to take action herself.
Dressed in black with a black hood and face covering, she randomly found a drug manufacturing facility and stormed in for a beatdown.
She didn't finish off the dying, and didn't deliver killing blows to the maimed. Like a gust of wind, she rushed in, and two minutes later left through the side door, then hid on the roof to observe.
The gang did find a doctor as she'd expected, but that doctor's skills were truly terrible.
She could only continue beating up gangs the next day, then the third day, and the fourth.
The previously calm New York underground world was like a boulder had been thrown in. Whether gangs or police, everyone grew tense. They didn't know who was breaking the unspoken rules here, or what waves the future would bring.
Bella continued her routine gang beatings, then tracking. The method was crude, but the results were good. Like a blind cat finding a dead mouse, she actually found a black market doctor who looked very high-class.
Jonas Harrow was a doctor specializing in human biology and neurology, stripped of his medical license for conducting insane human experiments.