Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1452

Aria Wynn. Her grandmother.

Obsidian Sun was still hunting for the legacy her grandmother had left behind.

In fact...

They were far more desperate than she had initially calculated.

A freezing chill slowly spread through Serena's eyes.

Back in Severia, she had used the acupuncture techniques derived from Aria's surviving manuscripts to pull those infected experts back from the brink of death.

That specific needle array could temporarily override the catastrophic neural collapse caused by Obsidian Sun's experimental serums.

It forcefully anchored the fading vitals of dying men.

And because of that exact intervention.

Obsidian Sun now had absolute confirmation that Aria Wynn's theories on neural modification and cellular restructuring were correct.

They had failed for decades because they couldn't comprehend the depth of Aria's research.

Their ignorance had resulted in endless batches of uncontrollable, mutated monsters.

Now, they wanted Aria's complete, uncorrupted data.

They needed it to perfect their monstrous Obsidian Augments program.

Realizing this, Serena's lips curved into a chilling, bloodless smile. "So that's how it is."

Jasper's face darkened. "They're targeting Grandma Aria's research?"

"Not just the research," Nicholas said, standing tall beside Serena, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes. "They're targeting Serena."

Julian pushed up his glasses. His demeanor remained polite, but his voice was coated in frost. "Obsidian Sun burying Grandma Aria's initials in their deepest core drive proves that the Sinclair supply line was intimately connected to their ultimate endgame."

"No wonder they amputated the Sinclair limb so viciously."

Serena's fingers dropped back onto the keys. She let out a dark laugh. "Let's see who is hunting whom."

She locked her eyes on the monitor.

Lines of code surged upward.

Using the dead purge command as a leash, she violently yanked the chain, reverse-tracing the signal straight back into the void.

On the task force comms, no one dared to breathe. They watched King's live feed in paralyzed suspense.

Serena wasn't hacking a standard server anymore.

She was hunting the fleeting, microscopic shadow Obsidian Sun had cast the exact second they severed the Sinclair connection.

She had one shot.

If she missed, the trail would go cold forever.

Map coordinates flashed frantically across the screen.

Serena relentlessly shattered layer after layer of elite decoy nodes.

The federal agents felt their scalps tingle.

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