Vol1
The prince's clothes were covered in blood, some brains, fragments of skulls hung from his black uniform, and the strong smell made Rand retched uncontrollably. The woman's voice made him feel a little familiar, but now he didn't have any extra thoughts to think about where he had heard this accented female voice. Of course, being held against the back of the head by the muzzle of a gun was not a pleasant experience, and the tick-tock of blue blood from Munster made Rand's heart tremble. Rand watched Munster cautiously out of the corner of his eye. The little monster's wound was open like a monster's grinning lips, blood was gushing out, and its red eyes were flashing furious and fierce. There was something in its throat that Rand could tell was a threat and an intimidation...
Oh no…
Rand heard a voice whispering warning in his heart.
The man in front of him had a sweet smile and a handsome face, but his reptilian eyes and icy gaze had told Rand before he could even speak that he was a danger, a thug, a man without mercy. Heart of the devil. And Rand is now worried that Munster's threat will anger the other side. In this situation, Rand bit the tip of his tongue forcefully, using the tingling to force himself to calm down. Then his eyes fell on the man's clothes, and Rand recognized the uniform he was wearing, despite the remains of Ken's body and blood.
Those men in black—from Deep White.
"You're a deep white person, right?" Rand licked his lips, and then said, his voice was a little hoarse, but it sounded calm, and he raised his eyes to meet the man's gaze, "I His name is Rand Sivers, my brother is Vincent Sivers, and deep white people should know him... I assure you of myself, Munster, who is confronting you... Creature (Rand thought a bit about the wording here), no harm done to the public. I don't know what your assignments are, but I swear, I and it will follow your arrangements, as long as you don't hurt to it…”
Rand hoped that his assurance would keep the hairy-looking "deep white" person calm, but after he finished speaking, he saw a strange expression on the other's face.
Rand knew right away that something wasn't right.
"Hurt? Hehe..."
The man turned his head and glanced at Munster, and he laughed.
"Oh no... I know who you are, Rand Sievers. But your concern is not the problem - how could I possibly hurt a 'Redscale'? In fact, I risked my life Danger is here to confront you, and your little pet can easily grind me to a pulp if you want—provided, of course, that my friend doesn't point a gun at you."
While he was speaking, a young girl kept her gun up and stepped into Rand's line of sight vigilantly and slowly.
The moment he saw her, Rand's pupils suddenly widened.
"It's you!"
He blurted out.
There was no expression on her childish face. Her hollow and deep pupils made her look like a machine. However, after hearing Rand's voice, the girl who raised the gun - Laisha , her brows trembled slightly, perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, she never looked at Rand.
"I don't understand what's going on here?"
Rand's emotions could no longer remain compulsively calm. He frowned tightly and looked at Laisha and the "Prince". The dark white uniforms on these two people filled Rand's heart with surprise, trouble, and shock. … and a series of complex and chaotic emotions.
"I thought you were just a lost person, hurt by Munster..."
Rand muttered in a low voice.
"Well, this matter, but it's a long story."
The "Prince" smiled and pondered, and he glanced at Laisha.
"Laisha and I have always been very, very fascinated by you, Rand." His voice dropped.
"Laisha?"
Rand didn't seem to see the cold and heavy gun in Laisha's hands, and he repeated the name.
"That's your real name right... I've been worried about your injury before, and I'm glad to see you're fine."
Rand tried his best to look gentle and relaxed, his eyes focused, and it seemed that he really cared about Laisha...
Laisha's eyes trembled for a moment, and she caught Rand's gaze uncontrollably. The gentle and concerned gaze was exactly the same as the one she got in the cabin as an innocent girl not long ago... And She once took out this precious tenderness in her dreams and relived it again and again.
Like candy, human tenderness makes Laisha feel sweet and longing.
It never occurred to her that Rand even remembered her.
"I… "
She murmured and couldn't help but speak.
And at this moment, Rand slammed her wrist, and then pulled it hard - a high-frequency scream came out of Laisha's throat.
"boom-"
She squeezed the trigger and shot hard, with a loud roar and sparks from the metal stair railing.
Raisha's bullets all hit the ground and railings, the bounced bullets "slammed" into the wall, and one hit the light bulb.
The light suddenly dimmed.
Rand pressed Laisha directly to the ground with his own weight, and on the other side, several tentacles stabbed straight at the "Prince" with lightning speed like sharp spears. Shaking his body, he dodged most of the lethal attacks, but his shoulders and thighs were still pierced by barbed tentacles.
After feeling the warm flesh and blood, the tentacles began to stir and bite in his body like a carnival, and a lot of blood spurted out. But in the next second, the prince pulled out the deep white daggers specially made for the "Poseidons" from the hidden pocket of his thigh. Their steel blades were soaked with a corrosive biological poison specially designed for Sirens. In the swing of the blade, several tentacles were cut off. However, in this brief moment, Munster had dived down like a ghost, its arms digging into the prince's wound, and ripping off a large piece of warm muscle in a scream.
"Prince" screamed.
"Do not… "
Laisha's face was pressed to the ground, and she was wailing at the same time.
A wet chewing sound suddenly became particularly loud, and Rand turned his head back in shock. He looked at the scene in disbelief: Munster's mouth opened like a shark and gnawed straight into the "Prince"'s open abdominal cavity. That mass of internal organs that spewed out from the abdominal pressure—
"help me… "
The prince's head hit the stairs, he reached for a small button on his neck, and a screech of terror rolled from his throat.
"Om-"
At this moment, a special weapon charging sound pierced Rand's eardrums.
…
Vol2
Opposite this building, on the roof platform of another building.
Dozens of "Poseidon" members were silent as if they didn't hear the screams of "colleagues" coming from their headphones.
After receiving a police report of a suspicious empty Ford, "Poseidon" easily found images of Rand Sivers on the rental car surveillance, followed by a reliable message to provide them with The exact location of Rand, the same-sex wedding of the billionaire and the famous model. "Poseidon" immediately sent several teams to sneak into the building where the wedding was held, but soon, those locators that represented fresh life disappeared one by one - until a few minutes ago, only two "team members" left. out the news.
They found Rand Sivers, and Subject 7371.
They dragged each other to the emergency access stairs on the west side of the building, and notified the specific location. Then "Poseidon" set up an infrared thermal system here, and on the screen they clearly saw the struggle between the "team members" and the two targets.
And just a dozen seconds ago, the communication equipment that had been malfunctioning seemed to have returned to normal operation unexpectedly—then, the "Poseidons" heard the terrified cry for help.
The target body has no mercy for humans, and their actions are brutal and bloodthirsty, and the "Poseidons" immediately judged this. Deep White's previous capture of the target was based on the fact that Rand Sivers and Experiment 7371 did not actively attack, but in reality, if they were still treated in a gentle way, they were very likely Take the opportunity to escape as before.
"Lock on target... launch."
After hesitating for a few seconds, Commander "Poseidon" frowned slightly, then stared at the screen and said.
He pressed that button.
The two rocket launchers shot straight out—
Vol3
"Boom..."
A second...or two seconds after hearing that sound.
A huge roar exploded in Rand's ears, and the almost blinding white light suddenly lit up. The ground, walls and ceiling twisted like a cardboard box that was trampled, and then suddenly shattered. The billowing smoke and dust rose suddenly, and the flames and building debris fell like a rain of fire.
The first thing Rand felt was excruciating pain.
Intense pain, he was breathing, feeling the pain from his abdomen... After the smoke and dust settled down a little, he raised his head slightly, and let out a moan uncontrollably, a huge metal fragment came directly from him Its abdomen sunk into the ground, and Rand was pinned to the ground like a taxidermy insect.
His face was also in pain, and when his blurred vision saw his arms twisted in strange directions, he found that his skin was bubbling up as if it had been splashed with sulfuric acid, covered with red dermis. Burnt black marks.
The rocket didn't hit him directly, but Rand was thrown straight to the other side of the floor by the gust of air and badly burned.
… and another rocket.
"Mount... ster..."
Rand could feel his blood splashing out, his consciousness mired in a quagmire due to the massive blood loss, quickly becoming chaotic and blurry.
Flames, heat, and smoke filled his vision.
He tried to find Munster, but, after calling its name, he didn't get a response from it for the first time...
The rustling of military boots on the masonry ruins rang, and the dust fell further, revealing the blue sky behind the torn wall.
Then Rand heard the roar of the helicopter...
Someone approached him, but after blinking desperately, Rand realized that his eyes were nothing but light.
Some shadows dangled in front of him.
"Team A976 has arrived at position..."
“…target vital signs…decreased…”
"Need medical assistance..."
…
In the end, even the intermittent voice from the walkie-talkie fell like dust, sinking into Rand's dark sea of consciousness.
Vol4
"Thorn Seahorse" could hear the echoes of his violent breathing behind the mask.
He was surrounded by flames, broken bricks and his companions, and the scene looked a little chaotic, but he felt relieved.
Rand Sivers lay silently on the ground, the medical officer crouched beside him... Then he looked up and started yelling at them.
What the heck medical aid
"Thorn Seahorse" almost wanted to yell back at him, but he was silent in the end - he still had his own business to do.
The second rocket fired by "Poseidon" directly hit Experimental 7371, well, at least according to the monitoring. So now they had to send two teams out to find the remains of that thing in the rubble of the building.
…if it still has large pieces of debris.
"Oh god, you wouldn't believe this..."
At this moment, "Thorn Seahorse" heard a colleague exclaim in the distance.
"What... what is this... "
After "Thorn Seahorse" rushed over and saw what was in the ruins, he also murmured in disbelief.
He didn't quite know how to use words to describe what he saw...
It looked like the remains of some kind of creature.
But it was hard to imagine what the wreckage would look like—a lot of mucus bubbled up in the rubble, like a pot of thick soup.
Intestines, lungs, and some visceral fragments, squirming like living things in this soup of mucus, after careful observation you will find that it is because some blue worms like silk threads are on the surface of those fragments Crawling, crawling... They secreted a large amount of unidentified blue substance, sticking to the surface of the damaged internal organs, and after a while, those internal organs began to rhythm with the amplitude visible to the naked eye.
There are no words in this world to describe the horror and disgust of this scene.
What's even more unbearable is that in the middle of this "boiling" soup of internal organs, a head is staring at a stunned human with bright red eyes.
"His-"
It opened its mouth to reveal the insect-like mouthparts, and snarled intermittently.
"vomit..."
The colleague of "Thorn Seahorse" suddenly covered his mouth and ran to the side, retching.
After a brief silence, "Thorn Seahorse" called the headquarters.
…
An hour later, special containers were sent from headquarters to Kansas.
Rand Sivers and the remaining "broth" from Subject 7371 were loaded into separate containers and sent to the helicopter.
At the same time, the two sacrificed "Poseidons" were also sent into the plane... They were also the only members who had corpses after entering the building before.
"Thorn Seahorse" stared at the plane away.
Something, hatred, or something else, slowly descended in his heart.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and placed it in the torn wall.
"Give it to you."
He looked into the distance, and then murmured to the smiling face of his sister in his mind.
However, at this moment, his partner came over and interrupted his memory - this unfortunate ghost was responsible for dealing with the corpses of his colleagues who had been brutally treated.
Perhaps because of this, he looks very bad now.
Thorn seahorse lit him a cigarette, even though it was illegal, but he felt that his partner would need this.
"What's the matter with you? Need a break?"
He smiled lightly at his partner, but the latter's brows were still tightly furrowed.
"Something's not quite right..."
he murmured.
"Not right?"
"Yeah, something's wrong... There are two dead bodies on the plane, right?!" His partner even looked a little incoherent, "But, you know what? I feel like, the bodies in this building... Two more people... I've checked one by one and all are... all correct, Jesse, Meranda, Lincoln..."
He met "Thorn Seahorse"'s suddenly sharp gaze, and shook his head slightly.
"If all the bodies in the mansion are ours... the two on the plane, who are they?"
Vol5
Inside the helicopter…
A pair of bright red eyes opened in the coffin.