The "Wart Sea Anemone" wobbled as the vehicle moved forward in the sultry LYD-1 porcelain foil armored vehicle.
The air was filled with the stench of men and gunpowder, making people dizzy, and he felt nauseated, and the "old bird" sitting opposite him, a "monk jellyfish" sneered slightly maliciously at him.
"What's the matter, boy, do you need a vomit bag?"
After he finished speaking, he laughed to himself, ignoring that the other people in the carriage did not respond to this lame tease.
This is the first time Wart Anemone has been on a mission—actually the entire car is full of people.
They are the subsidiary units of "Poseidon", and subsidiary units mean: rookie gathering place. As of today, before they were rudely caught up in the car by the instructor, "Wart Sea Anemone" had only participated in seven exercises and five assessments, while the others... "Wart Sea Anemone" had patrolled the car and determined that they were at most only Two to three more drills than himself.
This is illogical.
Wart Anemone thought uneasily.
Auxiliary troops like them should not be dispatched to the scene so quickly before they become full members, and from the performance of the previous instructors, this time there is no warning. Everything shows that this is not an arrangement... but the official troops may be understaffed when facing a certain event, so they will recruit the immature subordinate troops, and these "invertebrates" will go to assist .
However, "Wart Sea Anemone" knows how strong the official "Poseidon" troops are, and can make them feel embarrassed.
"Om-"
Just when "Wart Sea Anemone" fell into contemplation, the video call system inside the vehicle was suddenly turned on.
After a burst of white noise, a serious face appeared on the screen.
"I'm Poseidon's Mid-America Group Commander Barry Jareth," Wart Anemone observed his face, realizing that this cauliflower-eared man should be a Purple Heart recipient, He may have seen his reports somewhere. It's just that the man who appears in front of him now has no official smile on his face, he looks cold and composed, and there is a chilling cold light in his eyes, "Just half an hour ago, we caught A The first-level escape target—Experimental Subject 7371, the suspected mutant Rand Sivers and the 'Prince'—the struggle between them caused the collapse of the Emerald City Urban Rail Terminal. It was initially determined that there were more than 1,000 civilians and One hundred and seventy-two 'Poseidon' members buried in white..."
Along with his remarks, someone in the carriage took a breath of cold air.
"Wart Sea Anemone" exchanged glances with "Mono jellyfish" unknowingly.
Things are bad.
Anyone who has dealt with the authorities can hear that the collapse of the station caused a series of explosions, the entire building collapsed, and the urban rail derailed...
It is unlikely that the more than a thousand civilians who were buried will be able to climb out of the rubble alive. On the other hand, the fact that the three test subjects of the "Siren" test caused such heavy casualties just by relying on their own physical strength is even more alarming.
"Wart Sea Anemone" couldn't help but see the miserable scene of 9/11 that year, he couldn't be as calm as the commander, his teeth could not help clenching.
At the same time, he looked around at the weapons that were stuffed in the entire carriage, ready in his heart - the battle with the three biological weapons would be brutal, and there was a high possibility that there would be heavy casualties.
…
It is precisely because of this kind of mental preparation that when Wart Sea Anemone saw the young man, what filled his chest was not anger... but surprise.
Oh, of course that's not to say the scene wasn't bleak.
In fact, the tragic situation at the Emerald City Central Station has attracted attention for a long time. The scene is full of soaring smoke and dust, gravel, muffled sounds from time to time, and some people are crying and moaning sparsely.
The once splendid brick red building has now become a sunken, huge pothole full of debris.
However, it was not the firefighters or any member of the emergency department who were running back and forth on the gravel at this time, but the "Poseidons". The black special combat uniform that once made "Wart Sea Anemone" proud looks like a ghost from hell at this moment, which makes people feel uncomfortable.
No sirens, no one to talk... no one to rescue.
What everyone holds tightly in their hands is the weapon, and even peripheral personnel like "Wart Sea Anemone" can see that the "Poseidons" are looking for something.
A little further away, a dense blockade wall has been erected, blocking people's terrified eyes from the outside.
In the airwaves, various information channels throughout Kansas have been warned.
No one will be allowed to communicate the reality of the explosion.
Did "Wart Sea Anemone" observe the situation at the scene, his heart felt an indescribable tingling and coldness, was this the "Poseidon" he served and was proud of? He couldn't believe it...
"Crack" -
At this moment, the sound of a stone rang out.
"Wart Sea Anemone" turned around and saw a concrete prefabricated slab standing upright in the ruins of a person taller than one person.
He was startled and quickly aimed the weapon in his hand at the board. The next second, the prefabricated board slammed to the ground, and another burst of yellow-gray dust rose up...
A black-haired youth appeared in front of the "Wart Sea Anemone" after the smoke fell.
At the very first moment, he even thought that the young man was an ordinary human survivor - his face was as pale as paper, and his body was shaky.
And he was holding a young child in his hand.
The child's head hung limply on the young man's elbow, and it seemed that there was no sign of life.
"She needs help...she needs help..."
The young man spoke to the Wart Sea Anemone in a sleepwalking voice.
Something wasn't quite right about him, but Wart Anemone genuinely, without a doubt, thought he was just a normal human—until he saw the fine scales on the young man's arms and the backs of his hands.
Cold sweat burst out from his back.
"Target found!"
"The wart sea anemone felt that his voice had begun to change. He said to the communicator, and pointed the gun directly at the young man."
Soon, more muzzles appeared.
But the young man, no, to be exact, the young man named Rand Sivers seemed to be unaware.
Under the terrified eyes of "Poseidon", he took out the bodies of several other people from the pitch-darkness and the cracks in the gravel.
"They, they need help..."
His eyes were as dull as dull plastic buttons, he said.
Until a long time later, the "wart sea anemone" still remembered that person's eyes.
In the following decades, once he saw the word "despair", the eyes of that young man would appear inexplicably in front of him.
That is pure, true despair.
…
Twenty minutes ago—
Rand suddenly woke up from that chaotic and sticky, sleepwalking-like state when he heard a girl's desperate scream.
He and Munster were lucky enough to be in the safety triangle that the two concrete slabs happened to form when they collapsed, it was dark and you could feel the smoke and rubble hitting your nose with every breath. mucosa.
Munster had stopped moving, and it fell silently at Rand's feet, with only the slightest heave on his chest. The "Prince" had completely turned into something like bolognese, and the slightly disgusting touch on Rand's hand told him that this was what he had caused.
However, Rand is now completely unable to focus on the "meat sauce". Munster gave him a panic, and he instinctively stepped back. His vision in the dark allowed him to see the scene. Everything - the remains of many people.
Rand was breathing heavily like he had an asthma attack, and he felt like he was going crazy.
"No, what the hell have I done," he murmured. "For God's sake, what have we done!" In the chaos, everything Rand did is still firmly imprinted in his mind, the cracks caused by the fight, the attack of the ultrasonic wave... plus the urban orbit. The stress on the structure caused by the operation.
They... directly caused the collapse of the station!
There was no time left for Rand to fall into his own pain and panic. He saw a little girl, her screams had subsided, she was desperately calling for her mother, even if her mother was next to her. (Cut in two by a huge rock) He hears someone moaning in pain, blood trickling down between the filthy clods...
Rand squeezed towards them in a trance, removing the coverings from the men. He hoped more than anyone else that these victims would be alive, and the amazing power of the mutation gave him some convenience, but it did not help him delay the death of those buried.
During the short period of time they were waiting for the rescue to arrive, their voices weakened little by little...
"No...don't be like this..."
Rand felt like he was crying, but it was strange that when he touched his cheek, he only touched dust and dried blood.
Under such circumstances, the arrival of "Poseidon" made Rand lose all courage to resist.
In front of the terrified warriors, he did not make any resistance, but was submissive and gentle like a lamb.
"I won't resist..." Rand heard himself speak to the special forces present in that sullen voice, "I won't resist, I will listen to your arrangements, please... hurry up Rescue these people...they need help..."
He didn't know if those people had heard him.
The next second, anesthesia bullets shot at him like raindrops and sank into his body.
At the moment of losing consciousness, Rand felt an indescribable relief.
Maybe this is what he should really choose... The path he should choose before everything starts.