Vol1
At the moment when the deafening roar sounded, Rand felt that he was wrapped in a hot air and crashed towards the cold stone wall. In the dazzling fire, everything in the room was shattering, and the metal and glass were broken. The shreds danced in the air.
A pair of strong, cold hands gripped him firmly. Munster pressed Rand's head into his arms.
It was knocked out of the stone house by the blast of air. Of course, there is actually no so-called stone house there anymore, billowing smoke billows up, and only a piece of debris remains where the house was originally.
Rand and Munster hit the ground hard, and they slid a long way on the ground, and when they finally stopped, the rubble was still cracking against them.
Rand felt dizzy.
It felt like someone had punched him in the head with a baseball bat, a piece of metal stick, or the leg of a chair or something, stuck in his cheek and sunk into the soft dirt.
"Munster... ahem..."
Rand gasped and opened his mouth to speak, but coughed as he inhaled the rising smoke.
After the dust raised by the explosion fell down a little, he was able to see clearly the appearance of Munster next to him-because of the strong impact of the explosion, its head was severely damaged, and half of its face almost collapsed. Going down, the scalp was lifted to reveal the white bones and some... the slurry that made Rand dare not think about what it was. Two eyeballs, one larger and one smaller were squeezed out of their sockets. On its face, pale blue blood poured out and soaked its body. Rand noticed that its shoulders were also almost to the bone, and in the long-distance friction after the impact, Munster had been firmly wrapping Rand with his body, dirt, debris of stones, and other debris deeply. It was mixed with its almost mashed wound. The back, which did not rub against the ground, was burnt into pitch black by the flames generated by the explosion. Under the blackened and raised skin, bright inner muscles were exposed.
"Oh no... oh god..."
Rand sucked in a breath of air. Munster's current appearance was about to become the last straw that crushed him. He was so trembling that he could barely make any movements, and his mind went blank.
Munster did this to save him.
Rand was well aware of this.
He and Munster had been swept up against the wall before the airflow lifted the hard wall of the stone house, and Munster had used his own body to make it a protective layer at that time. Rand sat up from the ground with difficulty. He checked his body a little and found a broken leg bone in his calf, as well as a lot of abrasions, and the wound that had been slightly better under the action of Munster's mucus was once again. Start bleeding outside.
In short, Rand's current appearance is enough for him to stay in the intensive care unit for a while, but in Munster's comparison, he doesn't seem that bad.
At least, Rand himself thought so.
"Munster, are you still conscious?"
He took a deep breath and managed to calm his boiling head, then he shuddered as he approached the motionless Munster and whispered in its ear.
Munster's remaining eye was open from beginning to end, and its blood-red pupil stayed on Rand's body.
After hearing Rand's question, it blinked, and foamy blood came out. It wriggled its lips as if preparing to say something, but Rand immediately saw that its jawbone seemed to be out of place. Dangerous (a tongue slips out of a huge cut in its cheek).
"No, no, you don't have to talk..." Rand shouted in horror, "I saw you blink and that's it, listen, you're badly hurt, I'm going to take you to the hospital for treatment, you... Mun Sterling?"
Rand, who had been watching Munster, suddenly stopped his words. He swallowed a mouthful of bloody spit, and then calmed down.
Munster's appearance made him feel something suffocating.
He felt his eyes warm for a while, but still held a glimmer of hope, and he dangled his fingers in Munster's eyes.
Munster's eyes, which had been bright like jewels before, gradually dimmed.
This time, it didn't respond to Rand.
"No, Munster... no..."
Rand murmured, repeating Munster's name, unable to believe it was possible to leave him - just thinking about the word "death" made Rand feel like he was going crazy.
"Hold on, I beg you, Munster, I'll take you to the hospital, you'll be fine, don't leave me... Munster, please, don't do this..."
Rand shouted to Munster, who was no longer moving, in pieces, the blood flushed from his face with the gushing tears.
Pink tears pooled on his chin, dripping onto the ground.
The air was still filled with the peculiar smell of burning objects and the sound of "crackling", and some scraps of paper that had burned into black fluttered in the hot air like butterflies, and finally fell slowly.
Rand suddenly turned around, and he crawled with difficulty towards the remote path linking the stone house.
He was going to find someone to save Munster, and that was the only thought in his mind right now.
His soul was scorched by the flames of hell, his body ached, and he had ringing in his ears.
That "rumble" motor sound...
Wait, that motor sound? !
Rand raised his head sharply, his eyes focused for a while, before aiming at the black convoy that gradually became clear at the other end of the road.
On the narrow dirt road, the black vans lined up front and back came toward Lander like funeral coffins.
Vol2
Is this a hallucination
Or is there really a car driving here in reality
There is something very special about those teams, every car has a solid black opaque film on the side windows, bulletproof tires, armor-grade alloy panels on the outside of the cabin, no license plates...
Of course, Rand, who was only a thin line from the syncope, didn't have the extra energy to identify those unusual details.
He's just uneasy, but on the other hand, he's more grateful than anyone else that someone is here - they might be willing to help him get Munster to the hospital, which might save Munster's life...
The first car stopped two meters away from Rand, however it was the second car, the third car...
There were seven cars in all, and they fanned out around Rand.
Two men in black special forces uniforms rushed out of one of the vehicles.
"Rand Sivers?!"
One of them took out something like a thermometer and scanned Rand's pupils before asking.
"It's me, I'm Rand..."
"We are the action team of the Association of Disabled Soldiers under the jurisdiction of Shenbai, code-named 'Poseidon'." Someone squatted down, approached Rand and introduced himself.
deep white...
After hearing these two words, Rand's body relaxed for a moment.
Is it someone sent by Vincent? If it was him, it would be natural to be able to find him in this situation.
After a nightmarish day, Rand finally felt that something wasn't so bad.
"Deep White?" Rand repeated the words dryly, reaching out his hand, trying to grab the man's sleeve in relief, "God, I need help, my friend it's badly hurt, it's dying now…”
"Report to headquarters, we found him," said the Poseidon member who was sent to the scene to search. The person we call him "Cod" here did not give Rand any kind treatment, he indifferently Looking at the dying, almost bloody Rand, was like looking at an instrument without any life.
"Boss, come and see this."
At this time, some of the other people who poured out of the carriage shouted at him.
At the feet of those few people was Munster's body like mud.
"Cod" glanced there indifferently, he picked up the communicator unmoved and continued: "No 'Spider' Rogers was seen at the scene, there are traces of explosions, and the other party is preliminarily determined to be dead. The key search object Rand Severs suffered secondary injuries and requires medical assistance. We will monitor the situation. Call ended."
After he said this, he directly shook off Rand's hand and walked towards Munster, who was discovered.
His hand behind his back made several gestures, and someone ran towards Rand with a medical kit.
"You won't believe how lucky we are, Boss."
"Cod" heard his rash minion laughing and shouting at him.
"Oh my God, 'Tuna' you better calm down."
A young female member, codenamed "Box Jellyfish", shouted to her companion.
"Oh, come on..." "Tuna" excitedly poked Munster with his toes, "Experimental subject 7371, seriously injured, but still alive, it is not yet known why it was at the scene, but considering that there have been Over the assumption that its association with Vincent Sievers would lead it to subconsciously approach someone close to Vincent…”
"Cod" ignored his analysis, he squatted down with his cold attitude, and pressed his fingers on Munster's neck.
He felt a very, very faint throbbing.
"Tell someone to bring the restraint device." He said to his subordinate, and then saw the strange expression on the latter's face.
"Boss, it has become this ghost, it can't escape anymore! If the restraint device is used in this situation, it may cause the death of experimental subject 7371..."
"Box Jellyfish" looked at Munster, who was bloody and almost out of shape, and frowned in defense.
However, "Cod" didn't seem to hear anything, and his gray eyes stared at "Box Jellyfish" like inorganic glass.
"I said, bring the restraint."
He repeated it.
Although there was no expression on his face and his voice did not fluctuate in the slightest, he managed to make everyone present wince.
"Tuna Fish" quickly slipped into the car and instructed others to lift the restraint device from the car.
It looked like some sort of medieval torture device, the Iron Maiden.
The coffin-like shell is made of black alloy material, and there are several sharp ribbed protrusions on the inside. After closing, these protrusions will directly pierce the body of the contents, and then start to inject drugs with anesthesia effect.
All in all, it looks like a torture tool, and it is used like a torture tool. They will only use this when they are facing extremely dangerous experimental subjects, because the research department always protests with the "Poseidons", The mortality rate of subjects who have experienced restraints is too high.
And when those people began to debug the restraint device, Rand Sivers on the other side also noticed the horror of that thing.
"What are they doing...it needs help, it's hurt..."
He staggered and tried to get up, but was rudely pinned to the ground.
"Hey man, calm down."
"Slim-jawed Eel" muttered dissatisfiedly. She was using a special spray to treat those terrible wounds on Rand's body. She was in a very bad mood. The blood combined and coagulated into a white film for hemostasis and sterilization, but the wounds themselves were already unimaginable torture for a patient with intensive phobia like her.
What is even more dissatisfying is that Rand Sivers is still very emotional.
"No, you can't do that to it...what the hell are you...why are you doing this..."
Because of the severe blood loss, Rand would faint almost in the next second, and his eyes had already begun to stray, but after seeing what those people did to Munster, he was like a furious lion trying to jump up. stop all this.
"I told you to be quiet!" Slimjaw screamed, pinning Rand to the ground, her knees on his shoulders. The hemostasis was done, and she reached out and pulled out a syringe to give Rand an injection.
This time, Rand struggled harder.
"What's this? No, I don't take injections..."
"Oh, it's a pity you have to take it." The injection in "Slimjaw Eel" was a powerful anesthetic, her voice was high and thin, full of impatience.
As an insider, she knew what was going to happen to Rand Sivers after he got him back into the deep white, and it might not take a week for this unlucky man to be a mud in the garbage truck, or more Oops.
For her, entanglement with this man is meaningless.
"Let go...it..."
Rand's eyes became blood red involuntarily, and in the feeling of "fine jawed eel", his struggle seemed to suddenly become extremely strong and powerful.
"damn it!"
She cursed, and when she realized she was about to lose control of Rand, she couldn't help raising her hand and punching him.
"Pfft..."
Rand spat out a mouthful of blood, then tilted his head, his body suddenly stopped.
"You son of a bitch, so you deserve this."
"Slimjaw" spat, and she angrily brought the injection close to Rand's neck.
Beneath her knees, Rand's body suddenly twitched in a very unnatural way.
"what the hell… "
"Slim-jawed eel" was slightly taken aback because of surprise.
Immediately afterwards, she felt something tugging at her hair... Then there was a sharp pain, and she was thrown out.
Rand Sivers swayed and got up from the ground with a twisted limb in a posture that no human could do.