The chamber froze.
Absolutely froze.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody even blinked.
Because Chairman Han was pointing a gun directly at Victor Black.
The creator of Genesis.
The man he had followed for decades.
The man he had obeyed.
The man he had helped build an empire for.
And now—
he was preparing to kill him.
Victor stared at the weapon.
Then at Han.
Surprisingly—
he smiled.
A calm smile.
A disappointed smile.
"As predictable as ever."
Han's eyes narrowed.
"Predictable?"
Victor nodded.
"You're doing exactly what you've always done."
Silence.
"When things go wrong..."
A pause.
"...you look for someone else to blame."
The words hit hard.
Because they were true.
Painfully true.
For years—
Han had blamed scientists.
Investors.
Researchers.
Subjects.
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