Novel Bin Chapter 444: No One is Safe
Chapter 444: No One is Safe
On the screen in front of him was a remote internet control terminal, and all he had to do was press down the eye-catching red button to cause an internet service disruption.
The disruption could be aimed at the internet service of a single building, or it could target the internet signal of an entire area, including all wired and wireless connections.
The giants in the technology sector had already infiltrated all electronic devices so comprehensively that they could monitor a person\'s every move through both software and hardware, thereby allowing them to control discourse.
All that was required now was for the technician to tap a key on his keyboard, and all of the live broadcasts of Adam\'s press conference would instantly be taken offline.
However, if they were to do something like that, then they would have to prepare a scapegoat to accept the consequences, so a supervisor was required to make this decision.
A young man in a suit was standing behind the technician with his arms crossed, calmly looking at the big screen off to the side. A derisive sneer appeared on his face at the sight of Adam\'s face on the screen.
"There\'s no need to hurry. The spices have to be poured in right before the soup is served in order to create the best flavor."
The content that Adam had released was enough to stir up the emotions of the general public for a while, but it would only take a few days before everyone\'s attention was drawn to new headlines, and before long, all of this would\'ve been forgotten.
So what if they knew about the illegal organ trafficking organization? They weren\'t the ones who called the shots in this world. The technician understood this well, and he removed his finger from the keyboard.
If possible, he would prefer to avoid having to tap the button at all.
He turned to look at the screen as well, and a hint of sympathy appeared in his eyes toward the tender and naive mayoral candidate.
He had no idea exactly what type of people he was messing with. He thought that this world was a reasonable place, but he had no idea what true power was.
Enjoy your freedom while you still can, because there\'s not much time left for you.
At the site of the press conference, Adam cast his gaze into the distance
There were countless pairs of eyes trained on him from within the darkness, and those eyes were filled with fury and resentment. Perhaps the owners of those eyes had already sharpened their knives and would stab him to death at the first available opportunity.
As long as you don\'t retaliate, I\'ll continue to expose more and more of the filth laying beneath the surface. Let\'s see how much longer you can keep this up!
The sounds of conversation between the journalists and the cries of surprise from those watching the live broadcasts continued to ring out for several more minutes before gradually dying down.
Adam raised his right hand and clenched it into a tight fist as he declared with a resolute expression, "I promise to all of you that I will dig up all of the underground organ harvesting factories in this city. I will capture those criminals and make them face the legal punishment that they deserve!"
His declaration was met with earnest, thunderous applause.
Reporters knew far more about the dark side of the world than the general public, and thus, they were more concerned about their own family members falling prey to this darkness. However, the cheering and applause had only just begun to subside when a reporter raised a question that was being discussed by many on the internet.
"Mr. Adam, how did those people gain access to the information of the victims? Matching has to take place in advance before an organ transplant, isn\'t that right?"
"That\'s true. Mismatching organs could be rejected, so surely it\'s not that easy to match organs with recipients."
Everyone\'s attention was drawn to the question, and they were all waiting eagerly for Adam\'s response, but Adam merely pressed on the remote control again to switch to yet another image.
Many of the reporters unconsciously tensed up in anticipation for what they were about to be shown next.
They wanted to see more shocking content, but at the same time, they were afraid that they would be shown something even more horrific than what they had seen thus far, and it was a very conflicted feeling.
The next projected image was a complex relational graph, and everyone was initially slightly relieved to see something that didn\'t present quite as much as a visual shock, but their relief was quickly replaced by shock and alarm as they began to inspect the graph.
"My god, look how many companies and organizations are involved!"
"Those so-called non-profit organizations and free vaccination and free medical examination initiatives... It\'s all a ruse!"
"Are they insane? How could they do something like this?!"
"I just want this to be a nightmare so I can wake up and have it all be over. My son just went to one of those hospitals last week for a medical examination. My god..."
Every single grid on the graph contained the name or acronym for an organization, beside each of which was an annotation in red text, denoting the organization\'s position in the entire human organ supply chain.
These organizations collected blood, sperm, and egg samples from expecting couples even before children had been born, then searched for relatively perfect specimens through DNA cultivation and meticulous biochemical analysis before cataloging those specimens and tracking them.
The results of every single pregnancy checkup of those children would be secretly compiled into a data subset before being sent to a comprehensive analysis center, such as the subsidiary scientific research unit under the Ark Learning Children\'s Fund.
If those children that had been cataloged multiple times were successfully conceived, then samples of their blood and umbilical cords would also be lodged into databases before undergoing detailed analysis in thousands of criteria to find the most suitable recipients for the organs of those children.
These children formed the reserve "organ donors" list, and if required, they would be persuaded to donate their organs or be illegally abducted to become organ donors.
To make matters even worse, this was only the beginning of the entire chain.
What was even more terrifying was that during the growth of those infants, they would be recommended certain supplements to ensure that as they grew up, they would develop physical qualities that fit the needs of certain organ recipients, ensuring that the functionality of their organs weren\'t diminished due to injuries or illnesses.
For those unfortunate families, there were countless pairs of eyes constantly scrutinizing them in every single aspect of their lives.
From the very beginning, those people were regarded as walking spare organ banks for certain important figures, having to sacrifice themselves at a moment\'s notice to save their organ recipients.
However, these people were completely unaware of this, working hard every single day only for the benefit of others. This was complete and utter exploitation.
Even before these people were born, their lives didn\'t belong to them, and they could only enjoy an illusion of freedom.
In comparison, organizations like the Compassion Company that dealt with blank slate selection were only a tiny part of the entire chain.
Some of the reporters wanted to say something, but they had no idea what to say.
There were hundreds of organizations on the graph, and every single one of them was like a sharp sword plunged straight through their chests, leaving them at a complete loss for words.
An extremely rare few seconds of silence was observed on the internet.
The information that Adam had just uncovered concerned virtually every single aspect of society. All medical organizations could\'ve been involved in this process at some point, whether intentionally or inadvertently, and every single person ran the risk of being on the reserve organ donors list without their knowledge.
After those several seconds of silence, the internet completely erupted. Almost all chat rooms instantly reached full capacity, and some smaller platforms crashed due to the extreme influx of visitors.
wread.com .
Countless comments were appearing by the second, and screen captures of the relational graph were being shared over and over again, while internet searches for the organizations on the graph spiked dramatically.
The technician in the crisis group was looking at the frozen screen, and his arms were raised up high as he declared, "It wasn\'t me."