This is not the prince.
Laisha doesn't even need to think to determine this fact.
It is absolutely impossible for the prince to have such strong feelings. He trembled and tried to hold Rand's face with his hands, but after seeing the insect-like sharp black carapace forelimbs with his compound eyes, he immediately withdrew his hands.
"My Rand, my brother... how dare they do this to you... who would do this to you..."
Tears rolled down from the eyes that belonged to the prince.
If Laisha and the others still don't understand what's going on here, Vincent can give a clear answer.
Spiritual infiltration.
When the "Prince" decided to devour Rand, Rand's panic was clearly imprinted in his mind, and that intense fear was transmitted to Vincent through the special telepathy between sirens... Although only A very weak point, but Rand means something different to Vinson.
Rand was the cornerstone upon which his life was built.
He is everything to Vincent, and if Rand leaves this world, Vincent's life will cease to exist.
So this miracle that should not happen in theory actually happened.
His soul was no longer fixed, the chaotic wall surrounding Vincent shattered like ice chips, and he saw countless "rooms".
As long as he wanted to, he could live in it.
Those are all biochemical products with siren genes, a mouse, or a biological weapon that is extremely close to a real siren... As long as Vincent wants, he can penetrate them through the spirit, control their bodies and the next life.
Of course, in the face of Rand's fear, Vincent dismissed the other "rooms", and in an instant he locked the "Prince".
After the spiritual infiltration, Vincent saw the dying Rand as the "Prince" - tortured to the point of being inhuman, suffering, and losing his mind.
After hearing Vincent's call, Rand's vision was still scattered, but two tears slowly slipped down the corners of his eyes, and finally hid into his forehead.
At the roots of his hair, many dense filaments have emerged, which at first glance look like broken hair, but they curl up when exposed to the salt in the tears. They're Rand's hair-like tentacles, but they're just starting to develop, and they're not actually very useful. On the contrary, even the slightest stimulation can make overly sensitive tentacles uncomfortable.
Rand's mutation is unhealthy and abnormal.
Anyone can feel this, he is bleeding profusely, the wounds are constantly healing, but the sharp scales are constantly cutting his flesh, the part that belongs to the human is repelling the part of the siren, Siren's cells are engulfing and contaminating his healthy human flesh...
Rand's rare balance system was completely destroyed, and the source was those forcibly implanted in his body... Siren cells. Even if he was just lying on Rand's body, covered by Rand's sweet bloody smell, Vincent could clearly smell the abrupt and low-level stench in his body - exactly the same as the body he was using now.
"I won't let this lowly creature defile your body..."
Vincent fell into a calm because of extreme rage.
He whispered to the unconscious Rand, and then opened Rand's body with his forelegs.
The fragments of the prince were not as thoroughly integrated as he thought. On the contrary, after cutting the flesh, it could be clearly observed that the fragments were wrapped in layers of purple and red tumors. Living. The scene was disgusting, but Vincent didn't even blink as he stripped those foreign objects out of Rand's body with astonishing finesse.
After being thrown on the ground, cauliflower-like regenerated buds grew on some of the fragments wrapped by the tumor. They were still alive and began to wriggle on the ground like meat worms, slowly giving way along the foot of the metal bed. , they are still looking for a host under the instinctive expulsion, such as... Rand.
Under Vincent's control, the prince's body gradually returned to a human shape. He lowered his eyes and looked at the disgusting fragments, stretched out his fingers and touched them gently, and soon the fragments were secreting in him. The toxins that came out were blackened, rotten, and smelled like rotten eggs.
On the other hand, after losing the foreign stimuli, Rand's mutation stopped immediately, the scales and tentacles quickly withered and fell off, leaving only shallow marks on his skin... But this is only the surface On the inside of his body, the transformation that had already begun took longer to recover...
Vincent untied Rand's shackles and held him in his arms. The latter closed his eyes under the effect of the drug, frowning and showing a painful expression as if trapped in a nightmare.
"boom… "
A very slight collision of the heel and the stone suddenly sounded.
Vincent turned his head, and in the direction from which the voice came out, a young girl stared in their direction with a pale face. On her body, Vincent smelled the same stench as the body he was using.
She is so weak, as inconspicuous as the mice and bedbugs in this sewer, Vincent has noticed her for a long time, but he has not shown any interest in her. If he wanted to, he could knock the clumsy toy back into the corpse's prototype as easily as he crushed the pieces of meat.
After meeting the "Prince"'s bright red eyes, Laisha trembled.
Then, she slowly stretched out her hand from behind—
"Let go, let go of Mr. Rand."
She has a weapon in her hand.
And her next words were—
"Who are you?!"
If the weapon in Laisha's hand was an ordinary firearm, Vincent might not even bother to take the slightest effort to pay attention to her.
But now the weapon in her hand is an M82A1 heavy sniper, and it is a specially modified one by Shenbai for "Poseidon". They got it on the Deep White helicopter in the previous show, but Raisha never thought she'd need it one day.
Vincent looked at Laisha expressionlessly, his eyes made the girl tremble like leaves in the wind, but she didn't take a step back from beginning to end.
"…I have not seen your treatment in human trials."
Vincent said in a low voice.
"A semi-finished product? Oh, no, a failure."
He assessed Laisha's body and didn't give the latter a chance to speak. Then he put down Rand and approached Laisha step by step...
Laisha uncontrollably backed away when Vincent approached. She had never been so frightened, and every cell that supported her life was screaming in surrender. But on the other hand, she could feel more than anyone else that the "Prince"'s body was occupied by a completely different person.
He doesn't have any sympathy for Laisha, and unlike the "Prince", he doesn't need a subordinate subject at all.
Laisha sees her future in Vincent's eyes... death.
He wanted to kill her.
This thought came to Laisha's mind very clearly.
However, a ray of bright red suddenly caught her eye.
Vincent's movements suddenly stopped.
His smooth, forceful movements began to tremble and twist, and then his eyeballs began to move erratically in their sockets, and a stream of blood gushed out of his sockets, and then his ears...
Ten minutes ago—
U.S.
Washington
Deep White Biotechnology Headquarters
High-risk subject jurisdiction.
"The data on the EV control terminal is abnormal. The target body's mental waves are unstable and vibrate."
"System restarting, the countdown starts, 10, 9, 8..."
"Failed to restart normally, turn on manual mode."
…
Under the bluish light of the cold light, the laboratory was noisy and busy in the middle of the night. Sharp warnings echoed around the room, and orders washed the air of distress and anxiety like a tidal wave.
Caroline sat in a wheelchair with her neck slanted and looked at the scene in front of her. In front of the white-clothed researcher was one display after another, with chaotic data icons and values scrambling. The worrying speed began to skyrocket.
After the previous commotion, Vincent was escorted into the most heavily guarded jurisdiction room in Deep White.
A round hole was polished on his skull, and various drugs were injected directly into the cerebral cortex. Strictly speaking, he would spend the rest of his short life in a severe coma that was close to a vegetative state, and would no longer be able to do anything. bodily response. But just a few minutes ago, researchers were horrified to find that he had woken up and started struggling frantically.
At the same time, the monitor showed that his mental fluctuation value also began to rise rapidly at an extremely abnormal frequency...
"Its mental fluctuation value is about to reach the mental threshold, Ms. Caroline."
A researcher rushed over, his voice high and anxious.
Caroline looked at him with slanted eyes and motioned for him to continue.
"... This is a miracle. The target's mental fluctuation value has surpassed the extreme that our tools can currently observe. If it is allowed to continue to develop its own brain, it is likely to become a black box. Over the years, the Siren Project Finally got to the edge of the target... Now, we've injected it with drugs to keep its body stable, while releasing microcurrents to allow it to continue this ascension..."
Caroline's eyebrows rose when she heard the word "black boxing".
"You mean it's going to be a controller?"
"Strictly speaking, it will be the switch for us to control all Siren-style biological weapons. We can inject a mission launcher into Vincent's skull, and its mental fluctuations can control all downstream biological experiments. We are currently The problem will be completely solved, and there will be no need to worry about how to control a single weapon..."
"stop."
Caroline suddenly interrupted the other party roughly.
"what?"
The researcher cast a surprised look at Caroline, as if sitting in front of him were a village fisherman rather than a laboratory leader.
"Stop! How many times do you want me to say it?!"
A hoarse, witch-like scream leaked from Caroline's throat, but her request was so outrageous that no one actually did it.
An experimental subject whose mental fluctuation value can soar to such a level has never appeared in experiments in the past few decades. Although people still do not know how this accidental situation occurred, even if it is only a basic laboratory. Basic people know that once this opportunity is missed, there is a good chance that they will never encounter a second one.
After seeing the dumbfounded lab members, Caroline maneuvered the wheelchair to the test bench like a furious lion, trying to shut down the system.
"Ms Caroline..."
"Do not… "
For a while, the entire laboratory fell into chaos, and several experimenters held up Caroline's crazy behavior in an attempt to stop her. But the latter has completely lost his mind like he has gone mad.
"I tell you to stop! Vincent is mine! Anderson promised me! Stop..."
"You are worried that Vincent will be handed over to the Ministry of Defense after black boxing, out of your control, right?"
At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in her ear-Simon suddenly appeared in front of her. After getting the news here, he was urgently summoned back to Shenbai. The moment he opened the door, he saw It's just like the scene of a ridiculous drama.
Caroline's movements stopped abruptly after his words fell.
She turned her head to look at Simon deadly.
Simon shrugged his shoulders: "If I were you, I would seriously consider my thoughts, Caroline, do you think Anderson would allow him to lose such a good experimental body..."
As he spoke, he came to the console.
Obviously, his eloquence attracted the attention of almost everyone, and no one realized his small movements-his left hand was under the cover of his body, he gently pressed a row of keys on the control surface, and entered an instruction.
"I've never been afraid of Anderson, son of a bitch, give me back my Vincent! Since he promised me full control over him, he should honor his promise—"
Caroline yelled at Simon from the gap in the crowd with a twisted face.
However, she was not finished yet.
The entire laboratory suddenly fell into darkness.
The power supply here is artificially cut off—
In the darkness, a shrill scream was particularly harsh.
It was shouted from the mouth of the experimental subject who used to be named "Vincent" on the other side of the glass curtain wall.