51: Chapter 51 The spy sent by Pfizer was quite handsome.

A black Mercedes-Benz S600 slowly pulled up in front of the Pharmaceutical Factory office building.

The car door opened, and a foot wearing a red-bottomed high heel stepped out first.

Following it were a pair of slender calves wrapped in nude-colored stockings, their lines incredibly smooth.

"Ms. Elena, welcome to San Verde."

Chen Yuan stood on the steps, wearing that standard, hypocritical smile typical of a successful entrepreneur.

He extended his hand, his gaze not deliberately avoiding anything, but instead sweeping openly over the "business analyst."

One has to admit, Pfizer's HR has a sharp eye.

The woman before him was the complete opposite of the wild and untamed Natasha.

She wore a well-tailored white Chanel professional suit, her long golden hair meticulously pinned up behind her head.

A pair of rimless gold-framed glasses rested on the bridge of her nose, obscuring the overly sharp gleam in her emerald eyes and adding a touch of intellectual, bookish charm.

If Natasha was a dagger always ready to draw blood, then this Elena was a martini concealing deadly poison.

Elegant, expensive, and lethal.

"Mr. Chen, I've heard so much about you."

Elena took off her sunglasses, revealing a face with exquisite makeup.

She extended her hand; her fingertips were slightly cool, and her grip was just right—neither appearing weak nor overly forceful.

"Regarding the misfortune of the Johnson & Johnson Group, I express my deepest regrets."

Her voice was pleasant, carrying a genuine Boston accent. "Pfizer has always believed that vicious competition is a cancer to the industry. We prefer... cooperation for mutual benefit."

"Mutual benefit?"

Chen Yuan turned to the side and made a "please" gesture, the smile on his lips deepening. "What a coincidence, the thing I love most is making friends."

The two walked into the elevator side by side.

In the confined space, a faint, cool fragrance immediately permeated the air.

It wasn't any perfume on the market; it was more like some carefully concocted pheromone, capable of instantly stirring a man's most primitive desires for protection and conquest.

"Mr. Chen, before discussing cooperation, we need to evaluate your company's technical strength."

Elena adjusted her glasses, her gaze sweeping seemingly casually over the camera in the elevator. "After all, the effects of 'Dali' are too astonishing. The board needs to confirm whether this is a stable technology that can be mass-produced."

"Of course."

Chen Yuan pressed the button for the second basement level. "True gold fears no fire. Although our laboratory is a bit crude, there are some things that cannot be created inside those glass houses on Wall Street."

"Ding."

The elevator doors opened.

Displayed before Elena was the "high-tech showroom" that had once left CIA agents speechless.

A massive centrifuge was humming, and researchers in sterile suits were busy at their microscopes.

Complex molecular formulas scrolled across holographic screens, looking extremely professional.

"This is our core production area."

Chen Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, like a tour guide showing off to visitors. "We use the latest bio-enzyme catalysis technology here, which can increase the activity of the raw materials by three hundred times."

Elena didn't speak.

She walked into the laboratory, her eyes instantly becoming sharp.

She was no vase; she was a top-tier spy holding a PhD in biochemistry from Harvard.

She walked over to a spectral analyzer and pretended to check the data, but her fingers extremely covertly brushed against the back of the machine's casing.

A bug the size of a grain of rice was silently attached to the cooling vent.

"Quite a skilled maneuver."

Chen Yuan whistled in his heart.

On his retina, Red Queen's alert box was flashing red: 【 Intrusion device detected. Shield it? 】

"No need."

Chen Yuan commanded in his mind, "Leave a door open for her. Since she wants to listen, let's give her something 'explosive' to hear."

Elena turned around, her face still wearing that professional expression.

"Mr. Chen, your equipment is indeed very advanced. But I'm curious..."

She walked up to Chen Yuan and leaned forward slightly, at an angle that allowed Chen Yuan to see the view down her neckline. "Can this extraction technology really remove all side effects? For example... addictiveness?"

"Addiction?"

Chen Yuan laughed and leaned close to her ear, whispering, "Ms. Elena, everything in this world that brings people pleasure can be addictive. Money, power, beauty... and of course, my medicine included."

His hot breath sprayed onto Elena's earlobe.

Her body stiffened for an imperceptible moment, then immediately relaxed, and she even took a step back, her eyes revealing a hint of perfectly timed fluster and shyness.

"You really know how to joke."

She smoothed the stray hairs at her temples. "The tour was very pleasant. To show Pfizer's sincerity, might I have the honor of inviting you to dinner tonight? Right in my hotel room."

"A hotel?"

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow. "Discussing business in a hotel, isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"Some terms..."

Elena looked up, her emerald eyes brimming like a pool of water, shimmering. "Are rather private. Not suitable for discussion in public."

That was the signal from a hunter before closing the net.

"Since a beautiful woman has extended an invitation."

Chen Yuan glanced at the patek philippe on his wrist, the smile on his face becoming meaningful. "Then I will respectfully comply."

...

That night, the only five-star hotel in San Verde, the presidential suite.

Ambiguous candlelight flickered, and lazy jazz played on the phonograph.

On the dining table were two untouched steaks and a bottle of decanted Romanée-Conti.

Elena had changed out of her professional attire and into a black silk robe.

The belt was tied very loosely; with the slightest movement, one could see that glimpse of breathtaking whiteness.

"Mr. Chen, try this wine."

She picked up the decanter and elegantly poured a glass of red wine for Chen Yuan.

At the exact moment the wine was poured into the glass, her fingers flicked extremely quickly.

A transparent pill, smaller than a grain of sand, slid from her fingertips and instantly dissolved into the wine without even a bubble rising.

The movement was so fast that even a high-speed camera would struggle to capture it.

But in Chen Yuan's eyes, it was all like slow-motion playback.

【 High-concentration neurotoxin detected: 'Datura No. 3'. 】

【 Effect: Paralyzes the central nervous system, leads to muscle relaxation, and is accompanied by strong hallucinogenic effects. Commonly known as: Top-tier obedience water. 】

"To our cooperation."

Elena raised her glass, her eyes shimmering, a charming smile on her lips. "Cheers."

Chen Yuan looked at the glass of wine.

The deep red liquid glimmered with an eerie luster under the candlelight.

He didn't drink it immediately, but instead lifted the glass and sniffed it gently at the tip of his nose.

Elena's heartbeat accelerated instantly.

Had she been found out? Impossible, this toxin is colorless and odorless; not even the most advanced detectors can pick it up!

"Good wine."

Chen Yuan exclaimed with admiration, "'82 Conti, truly mellow."

After saying this, under Elena's nervous gaze, he tilted his head back and downed the poisoned wine in one gulp.

Elena watched his bobbing Adam's apple, a cold gleam of success flashing in her eyes.

He drank it.

In just ten seconds, this arrogant Eastern man would become a dead dog at her mercy.

By then, whether it was the formula or the secret of that basement, everything would be in her possession.

"How is it?"

Elena put down her glass and leaned forward, her voice becoming low and seductive. "Do you... feel hot?"

Chen Yuan put down the empty glass and smacked his lips, as if savoring the taste.

Five seconds. Ten seconds. Twenty seconds passed.

Chen Yuan did not collapse, and his eyes did not glaze over.

On the contrary, his eyes were becoming brighter and clearer, even carrying a hint of playful mockery.

"It's not hot."

Chen Yuan picked up a napkin, elegantly wiped the corners of his mouth, and then looked at the stunned Elena, speaking in a leisurely manner:

"It's just that this wine... is a little bitter."

"Ms. Elena, remember to add more sugar next time you drug something."

"This dosage of 'Datura' is only enough to kill an elephant; you want to take me down with it?"

Chen Yuan stood up, bracing his hands on the tabletop, that mountain-like pressure instantly enveloping the entire room:

"Aren't you underestimating my drug resistance a bit too much?"