Vol1
"Withdraw Deep White?" The commander's lips trembled, "Is this what you want?"
"Yes, that's what I want."
"Anderson" said.
"You know, it's not really useful, you can't get away with it, and a lot of people die because of it..."
The commander probed Rand cautiously. Essentially, he had no way to determine what this young man with an extremely tragic experience was thinking. The personality test report for him has not yet come out. The original test report showed that Rand Sievers had almost no aggressiveness, but the reality was that he directly triggered the riot of the Siren test body and caused the most serious biological test accident in the history of the United States. According to the experimental records provided by Deep White, Rand Sivers was subjected to inhumane human experiments in the Siren Project, and his brother, Vincent Sivers, is currently under control. In fact, the commander had been prepared to meet Rand's threat and release Vincent or something, but now, he is simply asking the special forces to withdraw from the Deep White Building
The commander took the time to glance at the real-time data from his subordinates. Those special forces were struggling inside Shenbai, and they could play a very limited role in the face of new biological weapons. Whether it was to evacuate or not to evacuate, it did not make much difference to the whole situation. Impact.
And it is precisely because of this that the commander cannot determine Rand's true thoughts. His silence seemed to give Rand some pressure.
Through Anderson's lips, he said in a low voice: "You know what? There are many primary experimental subjects in the Siren Project, some of which can release neurotoxins, and after modification, they can pollute the water source very easily..."
"What do you want to do?"
Now, it was the commander's turn to be nervous.
The corner of "Anderson's" mouth slanted, he blinked, and through that fat face, the commander saw the pale, sad face of the black-haired youth in a trance.
"What I want to say is that I can easily poison a lot of people if I want - I can control siren experimental subjects, and as biological weapons, they are naturally good at camouflage, in the current state of chaos, escape It's not too difficult to get into the zone and carry out an attack."
Unbelievably, what he spewed out of his mouth, with his sad eyes, was an unusually blatant threat.
"We have tracking devices, you can't escape very far."
"I know... but before you track down the subjects, think about how many innocent citizens we can kill?"
Rand said softly.
The commander's brows furrowed, and he looked at his staff, then the "Inducer", who were sure that Rand Sivers' threat was not nonsense...
After a very brief thought, the commander gave the evacuation order in the presence of "Anderson". Of course, at the same time, the encirclement on the outside of the dark white became denser and tighter.
The missile on the Apache attack aircraft locked directly on the load-bearing part of the Deep White Building. On the turf around the Deep White Building, a silver-light isolation belt was erected.
"Whoa-"
From time to time there was the sound of glass breaking, and the soldiers raised their heads. Under the searchlight as bright as day, they saw some huge tentacles that only appeared in nightmares popped out of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows and waved in the night sky.
After fifteen minutes when everyone was nervous, all the troops that had been sent into the Deep White Building withdrew.
Rand allowed ambulance crews in, and some of the wounded were transported out of the hellish building.
…
"Okay, let's have the next conversation."
The commander was facing "Anderson", and he was calm as he spoke, but his throat was throbbing.
Rand gave him a smile—a smile that seemed even slightly apologetic.
"no need."
Rand said.
"I've got everything I want."
He nodded at the commander, and his thoughts were instantly pulled out of Anderson's thoughts.
The icy water hit his skin, and his vision was dark - he returned to his body, and it was not completely dull in this unusually dim environment. When Rand turned his head, he saw those gathered in the Siren test subjects on the other side of the waterway, some of them, were glowing dimly with their skin. The dark white labs have tried to transform some of the experimental subjects with low attack ability into ornamental use, artificial grooves were created under their scales, and the culture medium of luminous bacteria was put into it, which made the experimental subjects. They have the light-emitting function that the body should not have, but at the same time those bacteria and grooves make the experimental subjects permanently immersed in strong itching and stinging, and over time, those bacteria will corrode the experiment. The muscles of the body go into the body, causing a large area of subscale ulceration...
There are many similar experiments, and it is precisely because of this that the long-term physical pain causes the Siren experimental subjects to usually have extremely violent personalities. Their bodies are generally of above-normal sturdiness, but are designed to have very short lifespans.
Most sirens are just one-off biological weapons, and in terms of durability, the designer's estimated life expectancy is probably not as good as an AK47.
Rand's lips turned white just at the thought of peeking at a memory fragment in their minds. He reached out his hands with pity and embraced them one by one in his arms.
His thoughts entered their minds like a breeze blowing into the cracks of the lilac bushes, cutting off all the pain from their bodies outside the spiritual gate.
Rand digs as much as possible the happy memories in the depths of their fragmented sea of thoughts, sea water, food, temperature... He magnifies those happy balloons, stuffing the brains of the experimental subjects, and even the instinct and Conditioned reflexes are suppressed.
When Rand released the experimental body, the monsters in his arms showed dilated pupils and unresponsiveness.
"Good boys... good boys, go."
Pain and grief seized Rand's soul, and he gave the final instructions to the experimental subjects, manipulating them to stagger and turn around, towards the deep white building that they wanted to escape before, causing them great pain. swim away.
"Rand?"
Munster looked at the scene in front of him in confusion. It subconsciously wanted to stop it, but Rand's cold hand held it instead.
"When I was little..." Rand murmured, then stuck Munster's wrist firmly and swam in the opposite direction - the outlet of the pipe, "My parents were always worried about what they did Experiments will lead to bad consequences, they are worried that the country will take away their experimental results for war... Of course, at that time they probably didn't think that one day Shenbai would carry out the 'Siren Project'... When they were working on this building One of the simplest self-destruction circuits ever built was to simultaneously destroy all of the experimental subjects inside the building in the worst case - an explosion from the incinerator fuel depot here could bring down the entire building."
"You mean..."
Munster turned his head sharply and looked behind him in shock.
They had left the Deep White Building's architectural confines and were about to enter the Washington Waterway. And those Siren experimental subjects have long since disappeared.
Even with Munster's amazing underwater vision, all it could see was a flowing, filthy curtain of water.
It had never felt so cold in Rand's hands.
"boom-"
A dull voice came from the direction of Shenbai Building.
A brief, suffocating silence followed.
Munster felt Rand's hand tighten suddenly... Then, a huge wave crashed towards them both.
Like falling into a huge washing machine suddenly, Munster and Rand were swept in by the vortex that suddenly flipped wildly before they had time to react.
Countless fragments were ejected like cannonballs in the fierce water flow, the originally dark water bottom was shrouded in a dazzling light, and the temperature was also rising sharply.
Munster didn't know how long... how far he had been tumbling in the water.
It just subconsciously hugged the Rand in its arms - although the shock wave caused by the huge explosion was absorbed a lot by the water current, the tremor it brought was still very amazing.
Munster and Rand were washed directly by the waves to the bottom of Tidal Lake, where they slammed into the mechanical net that the government had set up there.
The previous debris had pitted the net before Rand and Munster, and the observer had failed in the heat. Rand and Munster were in a coma for a short time before slowly waking up in some unnatural light.
—Even at the bottom of the lake, Munster and Rand's visual photoreceptors clearly captured the blazing fire that penetrated the water.
"Whoa..."
In the center of the tidal lake, two human heads came out wet.
Rand's face was almost transparent, and he stared for a long time in the direction of the deep white.
After such a distance, the terrifying roar was still clearly visible, the building was collapsing more slowly than he thought, a huge plume of smoke rose in the air, and the burning ruins were dyed a strange purple-red in the distance. The sky is shaking. At the same time, there were increasingly concentrated sirens and fire truck sirens.
The police officers who had been set up on the shores of Tidal Lagoon were apparently also attracted by the horrific explosion in that direction, which allowed Rand and Munster to cross the cordon with relative ease - and infiltrate as planned. the Potomac River.
What followed was a long and arduous underwater dive.
Until the next afternoon, they reached the sea.
Vol2
The Poussin is a 19-story luxury cruise ship with a capacity of 6,000 passengers. The passengers set off from Fort Lauderdale and happily cruise north along the east coast of the North American continent... According to the normal plan, they should disembark in Quebec City. And enjoy the wonderful maple view, but this morning, the captain announced to them apologetically that because of the terrorist attack in Washington, they may need to change the route and return directly.
This made the tourists on the whole ship complain again and again, full of dissatisfaction.
Dolan Criss is also one of the dissatisfied passengers - he has no intention of attending the captain's party to make up for the passengers, but is on the seventh floor deck with cocktails on the phone with his girlfriend, complaining desperately How irresponsible these damn Americans are.
He's a bit loud... but there's only a jogging track on this deck, no popular basketball court or swimming pool, plus most people are attending dinner parties at this time, so there's nothing else on the deck besides Dolan Man, his loud voice is therefore not so unacceptable.
"Damn, I already knew I shouldn't be here, I should stay in Mexico with you, maybe God foresaw this shit that made you have to stay there..."
He gulped down the drink, and after a few seconds, something in the corner of his eye caught his voice abruptly.
"Honey?" The girlfriend made a confused voice on the other end of the phone.
Dolan rubbed his eyes. He stuck his head out of the railing and looked carefully at the dark sea through the lights on both sides of the hull.
"…Nothing, I think I might be a little drunk."
After watching for a while, Dolan put the phone to his ear and murmured to his bewildered girlfriend.
Of course he wouldn't tell her that just now, he seemed to have seen some strange creature scurrying over from the bottom of the sea.
He has a long tail... However, his upper body is human-like, and his swimming speed is astonishingly fast.
No no no, that was his delusion—Dolan quickly made sure of it, and he looked out just now and saw nothing but the same sea and monotonous waves.
Maybe it's just dolphins... No, not even dolphins, Dolan thinks what he saw just now was the waves caused by the hull of the boat slicing through the sea - Dolan took his last sip. Muttering and complaining with his girlfriend, he walked irritably to the other side of the deck.
And he didn't know that at the moment he turned around, a pale arm like a dead man stretched out from the outside of the railing behind him...
Munster took some effort to drag an exhausted Rand onto the boat.
It squinted at the human on the deck who was immersed in the phone porridge, hugged the black-haired youth in his arms, and dived into the darkness very quietly.
The tanker was a lifesaver for both of them—especially Rand's.
Rand, who was still partly human, was extremely burdened by the long underwater dives. His body was so hypothermic and exhausted that he had lost consciousness hours earlier.
Munster found an uninhabited ocean view room in the tanker. It dived in from the balcony and carefully placed Rand on the soft bed. Rand's face was bloodless, perhaps because he felt the warmth, he lay on the blanket and moaned like a newborn kitten.
It was only after Munster leaned in that it became clear that he was calling for "water" with difficulty...
Looking around this uninhabited empty room, of course, the cruise ship did not prepare water for the room. In his anxiety, Munster instinctively took the behavior of diving under the sea before, and put his mouth to Rand's lips.
Rand's tongue was eagerly wrapped around Munster, and he greedily sucked some kind of mucus secreted from Munster's mouth... Although it had a faint fishy smell, it was the only thing he could do at the bottom of the sea. The obtained thirst-quenching liquid, of course, was actually precisely because Munster's secretions provided Rand with the basic heat and salt that allowed Rand to last until now.
Munster's muscles tensed from Rand's "greed", its front paws cupping Rand's cheeks, mouthparts rubbing quickly inside his mouth. Finally, Rand, who had ingested enough water, let go of Munster, his throat quivered like a spasm, and a few seconds later, he coughed violently.
He almost fell out of bed - but at the last minute he was barely awake.