In Beautiful Country, inside a museum, a white-haired old man stared furiously at the display case before him.
Another dinosaur fossil had gone missing. Someone had stolen it right out of the museum.
It had to be those people. When they'd tried to buy the fossils, he'd refused, and now they'd resorted to this.
The white-haired old man checked the news online. He'd already guessed where the fossils had gone.
That Eastern Country had extracted Dinosaur Gene from dinosaur fossils and used it to create dinosaurs.
Now someone was surely trying to use the same method to study dinosaurs.
"Damn it," the white-haired old man cursed.
It seemed the other side thought an old man like him would be easy to bully. Those dinosaur fossils were the work of his entire life. He'd been collecting them since he was young.
Everyone had their own obsession, and those dinosaur fossils were his.
Sometimes an obsession could be terrifying. If someone slept with your wife or girlfriend, for example, you'd fight to the death.
The white-haired old man went into his office and angrily pulled open a panel in the wall, revealing a small hidden compartment. Inside were all sorts of guns and explosives, enough to make a variety of bombs.
He'd been a tough guy in his youth. He hadn't expected that after retiring and opening a museum, he'd end up being bullied instead.
Inside a laboratory,
Bob entered a storage room lined with boxes.
After making so many calls, the people and organizations interested in dinosaurs had indeed started working for him, bringing in dinosaur fossils one after another.
"Professor Bob, there are forty-three dinosaur fossils here in all, including fossils from various species," his assistant said after counting them.
Bob nodded and instructed, "Move all these dinosaur fossils to