Dodoro did not execute Cheney, but only left him in prison, and even provided him with a TV with care. He asked Cheney to open his eyes and watch his masterpiece.

Soon, the twelve North American countries' economic aid to Colombia spread throughout North America, and the South American drug lord Pablo was invited to visit Washington, which caused a sensation around the world.

For some outsiders, this news is just news, and even due to the lockdown in California, this news has not even been known to too many middle-class people in California.

However, for those few who have huge resources, this news spreads in their circles like an magnitude eight earthquake.

There was no warning that the stock of Eden, which had just improved, was immediately hit hard. The day fell by 30%, causing huge panic in the market.

In the eyes of those senior executives, once the credit currency loses its anchor, it is just a meaningless number. At this moment, Ganyme is empty and weak, and there is a risk of collapse at any time, and the so-called Ganyme National Credit is worthless.

President Genobron saw the sharp drop in the market. He was extremely anxious and continued to come forward to make TV speeches, trying to use words to calm the market's emotions.

However, his actions were minimally effective, and the senior executives of Gannett did not buy his account. Since the Canadian bank did not have credit coins to exchange for US dollars, some Canadians who learned the news began to hoard materials with credit coins. They desperately spent the credit coins in their hands to fight the possible collapse of credit coins.

For a time, the daily necessities produced in the factory were sold out. The trend was rising and falling, and in the end, the supermarket shelves were not even salt left. Some people used floating trucks to carry hundreds of kilograms of salt and rolls of paper home, as if it was a sin to keep the credit coins in their hands for a minute.

Under the operation of the Twelve Kingdoms, a strange spiral rose in Canada, prices rose more and more, but credit coins depreciated more and more.

Not long after, the addicts on the streets suddenly realized that their good days were over, and the drugs that had always been cheap could not be purchased with credit coins. For some reason, all of the drug traffickers changed their words and put away the US dollar again.

Such changes caught them off guard. A large number of dollars have been exchanged for credit coins at this moment, and it is worthless to them to be unable to buy happy credit coins. In the midst of addiction and anger, a large number of game teams emerged from the streets and alleys again.

They called the US dollar in anger, held up the sign of Dodoro in their hands, demanding to restore the status of the US dollar. Although they praised Dodoro just a few days ago, this did not prevent them from turning against each other.

Currency depreciates, stock markets fall, and parades are everywhere.

The prosperity brought about by defeating the four-nation coalition a few days ago disappeared. In a very short time, Canada began to slide in the direction of chaos and disorder, and everything seemed unstoppable.

At this moment, the initiator of everything, Duoduoluo, was gone. He neither went out to calm the market sentiment nor gave new strategies to solve the current problem.

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Outside Sacramento, a new biological experimental base stands quietly on the former site of a university before the ice age.

In the heavily guarded base, there are cultivation tanks with a diameter of about half a meter everywhere. On the ceiling, countless flow tubes are connected in the cultivation tank, with bubbles gurgling.

In those culture tanks, there were embryos of all sizes, the largest of which were as big as adults’ heads and the smallest were only as big as fists.

Dodoro and Bartome stood in front of a transparent culture tank with bubbles. In the tank, a small male baby closed his eyes and curled up. From time to time, he would flap in the tank twice and try to kick his mother's stomach. But this action was undoubtedly redundant. The place he was in was much spacious than his mother's stomach.

Duoduo looked at the cultivation trough in front of him and couldn't help but exclaim from the bottom of his heart: "This is simply the best masterpiece, no pain of childbirth, no risk of miscarriage, no bad parents, no prejudice between men and women. Everything is so precise, everything is so logical, it is really beautiful."

Bartome gently stroked the glass groove, and after a while, his eyes suddenly turned red inexplicably. He murmured: "Dodoro, I suddenly regret it..."

Dodoro raised his brow and looked at Bartome: "What?"

Bartome: "I originally thought that technology is everything. Synthetic technology is an advancement. Just as I watched him grow up little by little, I suddenly realized that maybe... this is an evil path...we...we...we...the direction is wrong..."

As he said that, Bartomey shivered and whispered: "No one knows where this road leads to, but...but...but...we...we...with no doubt damages to ethics and morality..."

Duoduo Luo felt offended when he heard this, and he scoffed: "What evil paths are not evil paths? Ethics and morals, does that kind of thing exist? This world is just a jungle law that puts interests first, and the only reason can help you gain benefits. What do you think of so many things? My mother-in-law is like a woman!"

As Dodoro said, the baby in the culture tank suddenly struggled violently. The struggle scared Bartomey. He rushed to the instrument beside him and started to check it with all his hands and feet. After checking his heartbeat, he checked the pulse and the brain waves. However, after checking the whole way, no abnormalities were found, and the baby's struggle became more and more intense. Even the artificial umbilical cord on his belly button was twisted by him.

Everything that happened in front of him could not be explained by theoretical and technical parameters. Bartome was panicked and shouted at a loss, "What happened? Come on! Come on!"

Dodoro didn't know what was going on, so he watched coldly.

At this time, several fat black women came, these were the nurses Bartome asked in advance. They stared at the struggling baby in the culturing trough for a while and said, "It's going to give birth!"

"It's going to give birth! Can I give birth? But it's only eight months!"

Bartome said in shock: "Isn't it usually ten months?"

"I don't know." said the black nanny, "people are different, and some people do live early."

“It will be like this…”

Bartome stood there blankly, feeling as if he was riding a roller coaster. He looked at the child in the training tank with a little uneasy in his eyes.

But Dodoro's eyes lit up. He came to Bartome and said, "It's very good. This genetic sample must be preserved well. You can be born in eight months. It is 20% higher than the birth efficiency of ten months. This efficiency is very beneficial to our screening and is also very beneficial to the system I will build."

Bartomey shivered, he looked at some embryos around him that were still developing quietly in the culture tank, and asked, "What should we do if these embryos carry genes?"

"What if you don't do it, if you're too slow, you'll get rid of it."

Duoduo issued an order calmly, "By the way, come and call the news reporters from California. I want to hold a press conference here."

Just as the two were talking, the baby struggled more and more violently. He began to instinctively move his position in the cultivation tank, as if he wanted to get out of the gap that did not exist.

Looking at the baby's movements, Bartome quickly put on a rubber glove, put on a mask, and hurriedly carried the baby out of the culture tank.

The baby may not realize it would be so relaxed, and was still twisting unconsciously, twisting for a year while making loud crying.

Hearing the crying, Bartome quickly put his head on, trying to coax the baby.

But Dodoro took the baby from Bartome without saying anything. The good guy cried even harder, and he couldn't even hear anything Dudoro said.

Duoduo was very annoyed. He held the baby and said, "Why are you still crying? How could I hold a press conference when I cry so loudly?"

Before Bartome had spoken, Dodoro said again: "We need to develop a silence mask and wear it on his head so that his crying will not be heard."

A black nurse on the side couldn't stand it, so she snatched the baby from Duoduoluo and angrily said, "Is there anyone as stupid as you? You're going to hold a press conference. Didn't you see him? "

After saying that, she turned around, untied her clothes and started feeding.

Sure enough, after this feeding, the surroundings became quiet and the baby stopped crying again.

Duoduoluo was scolded by the black aunt and was stunned for a while. Then he snorted coldly. Without an attack, he lifted his legs and left the cultivation room.

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A few hours later, Eden Company issued a notice saying that it would show the public its synthetic plan.

This news immediately attracted the attention of countless media. Previously, the synthesizers had been staying in the official oral descriptions and various documents of Canada, and had never had real influencing information and pictures as evidence. So many people had doubts about the Canadian side's plan to synthesize humans.

But now, Eden is going to publicly display the synthesis plan. This big news has caused all journalists in Sacramento to flock to the Biological Experiment Center in Eden.

In front of countless flashes, the tip of the laboratory's iceberg was exposed in front of everyone, and Dodoro stood in front of many reporters with a black woman holding a baby.

The flash light suddenly shone and the baby was crying again. The black woman had to hold him in her arms and coax him.

After finally stopping the baby from crying, a reporter immediately asked: "Mr. Duoduoluo, how many babies are bred in your laboratory?"

Dodoro: "First, let's clarify. This is not my laboratory, this is the national laboratory in Ganyfornia, and it is the last effort made by humans to prevent being destroyed by wind and snow. Secondly, the number issue is a secret from the Ganyfornia and is not yet ready to be announced to the public."

Before the reporter could sit down, more reporters stood up, and they couldn't wait to compete for the microphone. A reporter who was lucky enough to grab the microphone asked loudly: "Mr. Dodoro, aren't you afraid of God's punishment when you do this??"

"It's not your turn to remind God's punishment." Dodoro said coldly.

“Duoduo….”

Before the reporter finished speaking, the microphone was taken away, and then there was a noisy crowd. Dodoro looked at the group of people at the moment, and his heart was filled with contempt.

The quality of these Western journalists is really not that high. They can't wait to express their opinions, but in the end no one's opinions are published. What's even more unlucky is that these people don't realize how stupid they are, and they all think they are extremely smart.

Finally, a strong reporter grabbed the microphone. He panted and sorted out his clothes that were messed up during the competition, saying: "Mr. Duoduoluo, do you have any solutions to the current huge economic pressure? Faced with the decline in the credit currency itself, do you have any countermeasures."

The issue has nothing to do with Eden Biotech.

But as soon as this was said, the entire venue became quiet rarely.

For the illusory synthetic plan, they care more about the current social environment. The huge risks of the financial system hang above the head of Ganyonia, which may bring a fatal blow to Ganyonia at any time.

Faced with such a situation, how should Canadian Fortune resolve it? Everyone stared at Dodoro. What would the Canadian Minister of Finance say?

Facing the gazes of everyone and facing the black shots in front of him, Duoduoluo's mouth slightly raised, showing a smile.

He took out a prepared manuscript and read: "In recent days, many citizens have been very uneasy due to the pressure of the downward economic pressure in the country. But in my opinion, these uneasiness is completely unnecessary.

The war with the Four-Nation Alliance has fully proved that Ganesh has the courage and ability to protect itself. The synthetic factory will continue to bring fresh population and blood to Ganesh. Soon, we will usher in a new round of baby boom. The huge number of young and healthy blood will help us overcome the wind and snow, and also overcome the jackals, tigers and leopards that are eyeing us in the wind and snow.

As for the currency issue, there were rumors that credit coins were linked to drugs, which was a complete and thorough nonsense. Ganesh is determined to become the light of mankind and restore North America, how could it tolerate drugs plundering in the country?

The evil group of the Twelve Kingdoms that drug dealers can invite to visit. They are evil intent and aim to suppress our economy, destroy our reputation, and try to destroy us in our infancy. And such a vision is destined to be completely lost.

Today, in order to dispel citizens' doubts about credit coins and boost citizens' confidence in the market, I decided to draft a "Sacramento System" today and hand it over to the President and Congress for trial."

Looking at the camera that was flashing in front of him, Dodoro raised the document in his hand, pointed to the baby who was still crying loudly beside him, and said loudly:

"In this system, credit coins will be linked to synthetics, which means that for every credit coins issued in Gansu, a new synthetics will be born!"
Chapter completed!