Vol1
For many people, that night was crazy and dark, and even years later they still think of it as a nightmare.
No one thought at the time that the subjects who escaped from Deep White's "Project Siren" would stop in Kansas, a city far from the sea, and Team Alpha—that was a full team of thirty-five men, in that Completely lost track at night.
Many people are still marked with blood-red "missing" stamps on their files until years later - and their bodies have not been found until the end.
Of course, for the ZERO team's Duran, he didn't have to worry about this for the time being.
The moon is bright.
A few thin clouds in the sky were dyed silver by the too bright moonlight.
Next to him, a team member suddenly said.
"Hey, it's like a dead man's eyeball."
The man said he pointed to the moon in the sky, then took out a cigarette from his arms and lit it.
"what?"
Duran reflexively clenched the gun in his hand, he couldn't understand what his partner was saying. In fact, after joining "Poseidon", there are too many things here that he can't figure out. For example, he never imagined that the Alpha team led by "Cod" would lose all contact... He had seen "Cod" and admired him. All his communication tools were gone, and he was so worried that he couldn't even brace himself for what his partner had to say.
By the way, his partner is already the oldest group of "Poseidon" still alive, and like all their predecessors, they love to play in front of a rookie like Duran who has just joined Poseidon for less than a year. Suspense.
"Uh, isn't it forbidden to smoke during the mission?" Duran asked in an uncertain tone after a while.
"Oh, you call what we're doing 'mission'?"
His partner let out a hoarse laugh, his tone full of sarcasm, which made Duran feel a little irritated.
Well, Duran admits, what they're doing might be hard to describe as "mission"—they're just guarding the highway.
Deep White managed to work with the government today, and they got a permit to set up roadblocks on every highway outside Kansas City and check for drivers in traffic.
Duran looked at the documents given to them, and the Rand Sivers on it looked more like a librarian, a mild-mannered community worker, rather than the rumored nasty rich second- As well as dangerous contaminants now painted with red warning signs.
For the young Duran, it was really hard for him to imagine that the weak and frail young man in the photo could wipe out the "Cod" and his party to such an extent that there was no trace of residue left. Even if he was told that Rand Sivers had been sirenized.
The sarcasm on his partner's face deepened after hearing Duran's words.
"Oh, you just haven't seen those disgusting experimental subjects, you don't know how—"
how much what
Duran didn't hear his partner finish.
Because the other end of the remote road where they were squatting suddenly turned on the lights of the vehicle.
"God, someone finally came..."
The partner stretched, hid the gun loosely behind his waist, then picked up the documents previously provided to them by the state and walked to the barricade.
A gray Dodge stopped in front of the barricade.
Duran straightened his hat, ran forward, and knocked on the window.
After a while, the window covered with black sunscreen slowly rolled down, and a woman's face appeared behind the window.
"Security check, ma'am, show your driver's license..."
His partner spoke slowly, then took the driver's license that the woman handed over.
He gave her a quick glance (Duran had a strong suspicion that he didn't even look at it), and handed her the driver's license.
"Okay, you can go-"
"Wait a moment."
Duran interrupted his partner abruptly. He squinted at the passenger seat next to the woman, wrapped in a blanket, his head slumped against the window, and he looked like he was falling asleep.
"Who is that?"
he asked with a frown.
The corners of the woman's mouth pursed tightly.
"My friend—what's the matter? Does taking my friend into the city also get in the way of you white dogs?"
Her voice was sharp and sharp.
"Let her get her face out of the blanket."
Duran said that he always felt that something was not right. He took out a flashlight from the back of his waist and shone on the man wrapped in the blanket.
"What the hell are you bastards trying to do? She's not feeling well today, you fucking—"
"Ma'am! Let her show her face!"
Duran's partner suddenly said sternly, he patted the hood of the car forcefully, but this action succeeded in making the woman scream.
"You fucking patted the hood of my mother?! I told you this, you bastard white dogs, I will sue you, you are racist! If you dare to move my car again, my mother will kill you. Your little son of a bitch dicks chopped off and stuffed in your assholes…”
The fat black woman in the driver's seat roared, swearing like a fountain from her fat black lips, until a hoarse, weak moan came from behind the passenger's blanket.
"Oh my god... what the hell is going on? Lena, you're making my head hurt even more..."
A pale woman emerged from behind the blanket, pressing her hand to her temple, looking very painful and weak.
There was a very light damp smell on her body, as if she had just taken a bath... But that smell was quickly overshadowed by the strong smell of wine after she opened her mouth.
"Huh? Who do you think is giving you headaches? I told you not to drink so much! What do you think George's dick got you drunk for, just to get you to spread your legs so he—"
"Oh, for God's sake, Lena, shut up."
The woman moaned.
She obviously didn't realize how embarrassing her presence was putting Duran in—especially the woman named Lena, who glared at him like a female hyena, looking like she wanted to A sip on his neck.
"Uh, sorry, your documents..."
In order to save a game, Duran said dryly.
He got the driver's license for a woman named Coranda Mitchell.
The woman in the photo looked subtly at odds with her real life, but she gave him a roll of eyes after his eyes moved back and forth between the photo and the real person.
"I'm not wearing makeup, does this also violate any law?"
"… "
An awkward silence crept between Duran and her.
His partner yawned, then took the driver's license from Duran and gave it back to Coranda Mitchell.
"you can… "
said his partner.
But before he could finish speaking, Duran and his communicator rang at the same time.
[Notice: Completely block all roads and prohibit all people from passing] After that is a series of dozens of pages of government documents.
…
Duran and his partner exchanged glances at the same time, and then looked at the "blockbuster" in front of them who was clearly on the verge of an explosion of anger.
"you can go now."
His partner made the decision before Duran, he said.
"Tsk..."
The woman spat roughly, and the window rolled up to cover her face.
Duran breathed a sigh of relief after the Dodge drove away slowly.
"That's why I hate women."
His partner grumbled, then gave Duran a hard slap on the ass.
"Don't be in a daze, rookie, we have to make up the cordon."
He erected red barricades on the road and started pouring water into them.
This road is now completely blocked—just like every other road in and out of Kansas City.
Vol2
About ten kilometers after leaving the damn roadblock, the gray Dodge pulled to a slow stop.
Rand lifted the blanket, and on his trousers, the calf had been stained red with blood.
The smell of alcohol and blood in the air fermented into a dizzying smell. The black woman got out of the car in disgust and watched as Rand limped back into the driver's seat.
Rand took out two hundred dollars from the wallet and handed it to her. After thinking about it, he drew another one hundred dollar bill and put it in her hand.
She accepted it unceremoniously.
"Thank you, if it wasn't for you just now..."
Rand said with a pale face, but his words were interrupted neatly by the other party.
"Shut up, I don't need to listen to the rest of your words, I don't know what happened to you and the guy in the back seat, I just know that I didn't do anything this night, no one Met, I just dragged my drunk best friend out of her goddamn boyfriend's house and sent her home - that's all! You get it?"
Rand closed his mouth, then nodded.
"Very good," the woman patted his hood hard, "forgot to mention, your wig is nice."
After she finished speaking, she turned and walked in the opposite direction of the road.
And Rand re-ignited the car's engine and drove into the vast night.