Next Stop

God's Authority

Tokyo time, ten at night.

France time, three in the afternoon.

The chairman's office at the headquarters of France's Lihai'er Conglomerate.

Chairman Demville had just finished handling some business when he received an email. It was specially marked and came from a designated sender.

"Leonardo, don't let me down."

Muttering to himself, he opened the email. A moment later, his eyes widened.

"It's them, it's them! Damn it, it's them!"

Chairman Demville pressed the speed-dial button for the front desk secretary.

"Mr. Demville!"

"Miss Ellie, tell Mr. Moller to come see me. No, I'll go to him myself."

"All right, sir. I'll ask Mr. Martin to get the car ready for you."

"Good. Thank you, Miss Ellie. I'm heading down now."

Chairman Demville immediately got to his feet and left his office without hesitation.

Not long after he left, the computer monitor—which had yet to enter screensaver mode or dim to save power—showed the mouse cursor slowly moving a few millimeters. Yet the mouse on the mouse pad had not moved at all.

The lights on the computer tower's RJ45 network port and HDD drive flickered for a while, then quickly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

The chairman, completely unaware of this, arrived half an hour later at the Moller Institute in Paris's 10th arrondissement.

After asking where Dr. Moller, the head of the institute, was at the moment, Chairman Demville hurried over without a moment's hesitation.

Dr. Moller was observing the experiment when he caught sight of Chairman Demville outside the transparent, bulletproof isolation door of Biological Lab 12. He immediately went over to greet him.

"Oh? Mr. Chairman, what brings you here? As it happens, I was just about to come find you!"

As the Moller Institute's main investor, the chairman had the