Jealousy Twisted His Face!

Alex's undercover agents in Lower City, along with Jack, who had been forced into the exhausting job of being the boss, found no trace of Danton Black. He had already fled Lower City and gone into hiding in Jones Town.

Originally a middle-class residential neighborhood in Central City, this place was called Naan Residential Area. It lay in the south of Central City, built beside a forest near the outskirts, with a small hill nearby.

The sight of the sun setting in the evening! Golden afterglow spilled across the hilltop, breathtakingly beautiful!

Inside one of the three-story red houses, beneath the bedroom bed, traces of the family's blood and a faint stench of corpses remained.

'Crack... hiss...'

Danton Black took a can of Goose Island Sophie Beer from the refrigerator and listlessly popped it open with his finger. The flavors of light lemon peel and dried orange peel drifted out from the aluminum can, while the fizzing fragrance of beer spread through the living room.

Danton Black walked over to the sofa and dropped heavily onto it without restraint, as relaxed and free as if this were his own home. Narrowing his eyes, he took a swig of Goose Island Sophie Beer, and the flavors of light lemon peel and dried orange peel burst across his taste buds with a fizzy aroma.

"Whew!"

He let out a heavy breath, spreading the smell of beer through the room with a hint of intoxication. He loved this life of drunken dreams, recklessness, and absolute freedom. He could not get enough of it.

A faint smile curled at his lips. He casually propped his feet on the coffee table, crossing them, then picked up the remote beside the sofa and turned on the television.

"Those cops must be so scared their legs have gone weak!"

Danton Black's new form of entertainment was to toy with the Central City police. He had never imagined that challenging the rules, breaking them, and playing with a group of law enforcers—watching their helpless, terrified expressions as they desperately called for backup under his encirclement—could be so entertaining.

The feeling of controlling their lives and making them crawl at his feet was simply wonderful.

He took another deep swig of beer, a smile curling across his lips as he waited to see those cops looking miserable under the reporters' relentless questioning.

"Controlled Nuclear Fusion is a clean energy source. Fusion reactions mainly rely on hydrogen isotopes. Nuclear fusion does not produce the long-term, high-level nuclear radiation associated with nuclear fission, nor does it produce nuclear waste or greenhouse gases, causing virtually no environmental pollution. Once Controlled Nuclear Fusion is truly achieved, it will be for the entire Earth, for humanity, a..."

Danton Black looked disdainfully at the television, scoffing at the grandiose claims being broadcast.

He was also a nuclear physics expert. He knew perfectly well how difficult it was to achieve Controlled Nuclear Fusion, and that given the science and technology of the modern world, it was impossible to accomplish. For now, it was nothing more than a fantasy about nuclear energy.

Of course, if someone really could achieve Controlled Nuclear Fusion, there was no doubt he would become a great figure of the age, remembered for generations, a pioneer who ushered in an era of clean energy. It was impossible to imagine what kind of wealth, power, and status he would possess. He would stand at the very pinnacle of humanity.

But that was impossible. The science and technology of this era were not advanced enough to achieve Controlled Nuclear Fusion.

Danton Black took a sip of Goose Island Sophie Beer, letting the aromas of light lemon peel and dried orange peel explode in his mouth, then pressed the remote.

What he wanted to watch was not this science channel's empty fantasies, but his own wanted notice on television and the miserable state of the Central City police, so he could add a little more amusement to his day.

"In 1939, American physicist Hans Bethe confirmed through experiments that after accelerating a deuterium nucleus with an accelerator and colliding it at extremely high speed with a tritium nucleus, the two nuclei fused together, forming a new atomic nucleus—helium—along with a free neutron. During this process, 17.6 million electron volts of energy were released. This is the principle behind the sun's continuous light and heat for 4.5 billion years..."

Danton Black frowned. Why was every channel explaining nuclear fusion? He pressed the remote again.

"The emergence of Controlled Nuclear Fusion marks the arrival of humanity's next technological explosion..."

Danton Black's brows furrowed deeply. He had no interest left in drinking the Goose Island Sophie Beer in his hand. Channel after channel was talking about Controlled Nuclear Fusion, without a single word about him, leaving him deeply dissatisfied.

I should be the center of the world!

Danton Black's face darkened. Irritated, he repeatedly mashed the television remote with force. The next several channels, without exception, were either explaining or imagining the future after Controlled Nuclear Fusion appeared—how humanity would enter the age of space exploration and other impractical nonsense.

Yet there was not the slightest report on his own "great achievements."

Danton Black's face fell, the irritation and dissatisfaction in his heart plainly visible. The buttons he kept pressing had been forced inward, and cracks had formed in the remote's plastic casing from his grip.

Suddenly.

As the channels flickered past, Danton Black saw a familiar face. He froze for a moment, then abruptly switched back to the previous channel.

"Dr. Martin Stein will arrive in Central City on November 15 to deliver a speech at Central City's Xinbo Gongguan regarding the Controlled Nuclear Fusion he has developed. Numerous senior executives from the Deputy Minister of Energy's office, the S.T.A.R. Labs branch, Ferris Air, LexCorp, and other organizations will be in attendance."

"Reliable sources have learned that Martin Stein will join numerous world-leading corporations to establish a group dedicated to perfecting Controlled Nuclear Fusion and leading the future of global energy."

"It is easy to imagine that this group will become one of the world's top energy conglomerates and will gradually seize control of all existing energy resources across the world in the future."

"Martin Stein, the man who perfected Controlled Nuclear Fusion, will be the world's richest man in the future—perhaps even the man with the greatest power and wealth."

Watching Martin Stein on the television, Danton Black slowly lowered his feet from the coffee table and stared unblinkingly at the screen.

The man on the television screen was exactly the same as the one he knew. There was not the slightest difference!

But!

How could something like Controlled Nuclear Fusion possibly have been developed just like that?

That was impossible!

Danton Black's eyes widened until they ached. His hand suddenly clenched, crushing the Goose Island Sophie Beer can flat. Amber beer streamed out through the opening, its faint chill running across his skin and jolting him awake from his stunned thoughts.

"That's impossible!"

Danton Black's heart thumped as though convulsing, as if it were about to leap from his chest. Blood raced through his veins, and a faint flush rose to his face.

He refused to believe it. How could this be possible!

That was Controlled Nuclear Fusion. He knew better than anyone what kind of enormous transformation possession of Controlled Nuclear Fusion technology would bring to this world.

It could be said that with this clean, non-polluting energy source, Martin Stein could possess nearly limitless wealth, become the leader of this era, become a great man, and have everything—money, fame, status, all of it!

Danton Black's eyes reddened slightly.

"Fuck! How is this possible?!"

Danton Black abruptly stood up, vaulted over the sofa, and entered the bedroom. He ignored even the stench from the corpse beneath the bed, immediately turning on the computer. Restless and agitated, he kept shaking his leg as he waited for it to boot.

After the Microsoft startup screen passed, he quickly opened a website and searched World Technology Magazine, opening all the published reports on global scientific advancements.

He easily found Martin Stein's report on Controlled Nuclear Fusion. His gaze swept across it rapidly as he scrolled down with the mouse.

It was an exceptionally complete theory. Yet theory alone was not enough. The most fatal part was that, based on this theory, the International Thermonuclear Experimental Reactor (ITER) organization had simulated part of the data a day earlier, and it matched the report perfectly.

The International Thermonuclear Experimental Reactor (ITER) organization was preparing to conduct formal experiments and had already officially invited Martin Stein to participate.

This meant that the report was entirely genuine and valid. It could produce real Controlled Nuclear Fusion energy.

"Impossible!"

With a boom, it felt as though Danton Black's head had been struck by a bolt from the heavens. He was dazed, completely unable to believe it.

The former superior who had reported him for stealing equipment and then disappeared had, at this moment, become the king of the world!

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Danton Black breathed heavily, his heart pounding madly. His eyes turned bloodshot as unwilling, frenzied jealousy surged into his head and consumed his mind.

When he thought of Martin Stein being worshipped by the world, hailed as a great man, possessing everything in this world—money, fame, power, status—and remembered Martin Stein reporting him, wearing that ugly mask of righteousness, Danton Black became more and more agitated and unsettled. Martin Stein's face flashed through his mind again and again.

Why?

I'm the one who's superior!

I'm the one who should have everything!

You should be crawling at my feet!

His eyes red, he grabbed the chair and smashed it into the computer.

'Bang'

The monitor shattered instantly, sparks crackling from it.

"I'm the king of the world!"

His face twisted with agitation, his skin flushed red with rage. He panted heavily, glaring at Martin Stein with savage hatred.

Jealousy twisted his face!