Reverse Attack : From Poor Boy to Tyrant CEO

**4:00 AM, Nuclear Waste Isolation Zone**

Lin Mo's Geiger counter screeched against leaded glass, its needle pointing to plutonium fuel rod remnants 300 meters below. Condensation fogged his hazmat visor, but he froze—the detector showed mutant fungi devouring radioactive particles at an alarming rate.

"Radiation levels dropping by 0.3 sieverts per hour." A gravelly voice crackled through his earpiece—Old Zhou, an engineer who survived the tunnel collapse. "These mushrooms are eating nuclear waste."

Lin Mo tweezed a cluster of bioluminescent mycelium into a portable petri dish. Its writhing glow mirrored his mother's chemotherapy scan images.

**Gold in the Data Graveyard**

Back at the makeshift lab (a repurposed subway station), Lin Mo connected the fungal strain to a bio-server stolen from Junyao's library. AI simulations revealed:

- **72 hours**: Mycelium purifies one cubic kilometer of contaminated soil.

- **240 hours**: Fungal metabolites synthesize anti-cancer biologics.

- **Critical flaw**: Reproduction depends on plutonium-238 decay energy—dormant without radiation.

"A double-edged sword." Old Zhou pointed at the DNA strands dancing on-screen. "It cures cancer—or creates bioweapons."

Lin Mo's gaze fixed on surveillance footage: Junyao's drilling team setting up at the tunnel mouth. Overlaying the jade vial's stolen formula with fungal metabolism charts, his pupils contracted: "They've been cultivating this strain—using live human hosts."

**The Slum's Divine Experiment**

That night, Lin Mo infiltrated the cancer hospital basement where his mother once stayed. Rows of cryogenic tanks labeled "Junyao Biosamples" floated with fungus-infested tumors. Prying open Tank 7 with his father's work badge, a frozen suicide note drifted out:

**"Plutonium Fungus Volunteer #47: Lin Jianguo. Note: Consented. Compensation paid."**

Dated one week before the tunnel collapse.

"They used your father's life to grow the first mushroom." Old Zhou parked by the slum's sewage outlet, pointing at glowing mutant rats. "Now, these nuclear-fed creatures are spreading toxins into the city's groundwater."

**The Lightning of Reverse Thinking**

At midnight, under torrential rain, Lin Mo stood atop the tenement roof. Below, Junyao Education's new "Radiation-Resistant Nursery" displayed ads touting "genetic solutions for humanity." He laughed—the cultivation pods' vents matched the tunnel's ventilation design.

"They don't want purification—they want control." Lin Mo pulled up a citywide radiation map on his tablet. Red hotspots aligned with Junyao's new school districts. "Release the fungus, crash property values, then buy low and sell high with the antidote."

He peeled the ad screen's nanofilm, revealing a circuit board etched with **238MHz—plutonium-238's decay resonance**.

**Opportunity Born from Corpses**

Three days later, Lin Mo stood before a black-market auction's holographic stage. In his hands, a sealed canister glowed through leaded glass:

"Your detectors confirm it converts nuclear waste to electricity at 37% efficiency."

The tycoons' breaths hitched. Lin Mo tapped the canister, and the fungi went dormant: "The kill switch is here—"

He held up his mother's radioactive chemo vial. Under UV light, its barcode morphed into a patent key: "One ton of waste purified per medical code dose. Polluters pay."

**The First Order**

At dawn, an encrypted package arrived. Lin Mo opened the bulletproof case to find bloodstained Junyao Education stock certificates and a note:

**"Use your mushrooms to eat my troubles."**

The signature fingerprint glowed blue under radiation—Gu Zhenting's prosthetic alloy code.

In the lab, Old Zhou adjusted the plutonium-fungus reactor prototype: "You'd really partner with devils?"

Lin Mo fed the stock certificates into a shredder, eyes on the pulsating contamination map: "We'll grow a new sun from Junyao's bones."

Outside, the first rays pierced radiation clouds, illuminating the tenement's crumbling "Demolish" graffiti—like the bloodstains on his father's suicide note.

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**Key Translation Notes:**

1. **Technical Precision**

- 钚-238 → *plutonium-238* (isotope specificity)

- 希沃特 → *sieverts* (standard radiation unit)

2. **Cultural Retention**

- 筒子楼 → *tenement* (with contextual description)

- 拆 → *Demolish* (preserving the symbolic weight of urban displacement)

3. **Metaphor Consistency**

- "种出新的太阳" → *grow a new sun* (hopeful yet ominous imagery)

- "尸骨上" → *from Junyao's bones* (capitalist critique preserved)

4. **Narrative Flow**

- Maintained the rapid scene transitions and escalating tension

- Preserved the dual timelines (past experiments vs. present opportunities)

The equity document in the bulletproof box still bore the cold glow of Gu Zhenting's metallic encoding. Lin Mo's fingertips traced over the sketch of the "Dawn Bio" logo. Lao Zhou adjusted the radiation level of the plutonium bacteria reactor to a safe threshold when he suddenly stared at the monitor and growled, "Junyao's drone swarm will arrive in five minutes!"

The glass windows of the abandoned subway station were fragmented by infrared spots. Lin Mo grabbed the petri dish and rushed into the tunnel. As he sprinted, fluorescent blue liquid oozed from the mycelium, corroding the equity document in his hand. After the bloodstains faded, an encrypted list emerged on the back of the document: "Su Wan (Experiment Supervisor No. 47), Chen Xing (Data Center Fire Survivor), Li Feng (Tunnel Clearance Troop Deserter), An Ran (Bribe Refuser)."

"They're not names; they're knives for you," a strange female voice echoed in his earphones as a holographic projection exploded on the tunnel wall. The image of Su Wan in prison garb hovered over the mold-infested brick wall: "Your father's last letter mentioned the plutonium bacteria symbiote, and I'm the only one who can control it."

Lin Mo's radiation detector suddenly turned towards the darkness of the tunnel—a teenage boy in a wheelchair was using a laser pointer to crack the safe's password, and the screen flashed with the core code of Junyao's climate weapon.

"I'm Chen Xing, here to collect your 'cooperation sincerity'," the pale-faced boy tapped on his mechanical keyboard. "Trade your mother's medical code for me hacking into Junyao's satellite surveillance."

An explosion echoed from deep within the subway tunnel as Li Feng's electromagnetic pulse gun swept across the ventilation ducts, downing three armed drones. He pulled off his gas mask, revealing the bullet scar on his artificial eye: "Your dad gave me two choices before he died—continue being Junyao's dog, or help him raise a wolf that could bite its master to death."

Lin Mo tossed the corroded fragments of the equity document into the air, and the fluorescent mycelium instantly devoured the pulp, piecing together a global pollution map on the tunnel ceiling. An Ran emerged from the shadows, her camera lens focused on the map: "Let's make a deal—I'll let the world see this picture, and you let me personally scatter Junyao's ashes into the reactor."