Huge waves roared and poured down the side of the sky, sending large slugs of water through gaps in the sloping aluminium masts. The air was filled with tiny droplets of smashed spray, so that the deck of the teetering ship seemed to be covered with weapons. Munster secured his body to the cable hanger with his strong forelegs, and its tail carefully wrapped around Rand's body—the latter had passed out, his forehead and armpits were frighteningly hot, and his breathing was weak. This made Munster's heart hurt as if it was being pinched. The powerful waves washed over the deck in waves, and the thumping sound of the water was almost mistaken for God's final judgment. And Munster has never thanked God so much that it was shaped into a biological weapon—it's not an easy task to infiltrate a destroyer Bin with the Aegis Combat System SPY-1D passive phased array radar.
Despite the anxiety in his heart as if his heart was incinerated, in reality Munster still showed an amazing, mechanical calm. Its scales turned the same gray-white color of the hull, the water vapor brought by the downpour made it almost integrated with the whole ship, breathing was slowed down, and the line of sight remained on the deck somewhere in the entrance and exit.
Afterwards, it severed a cable under its body with its claws.
"Boom—"
There was another violent sound of waves, and the destroyer shook violently on the surface of the black sea.
After a while, the door to the entrance was opened.
The two technicians rushed out with safety ropes around their waists - the darn wave knocked the cables off, and that was the alert they got from the monitoring facility.
And while they were busy fixing the damn cable, one of the technicians suddenly looked back and saw the entrance door.
"Damn..."
He cursed.
He saw the door slamming against the wall in the torrential rain that was pouring into the cabin.
Thinking he was too anxious because of the rain, he rushed out without even confirming that the door was closed, and stumbled over to re-close the door.
And above their heads, there was nothing on the aluminum alloy mast where Munster was hiding before...
Ten minutes later—
Inside the destroyer.
Ryan supported the emaciated and thin man, and reluctantly walked towards the medical room in the shaking corridor.
As a seasoned CIA undercover investigator, this level of wind and waves was as comfortable as a mother's cradle for the silent agent, but it was clearly not the case for the one next to him.
The other party's face was pale, and the too thin body was swaying on the wheelchair. Because of the back and forth of the center of gravity, the automatic function of the wheelchair was suspended. From time to time, Ryan had to drag back the wheelchair that had hit the wall, struggling to move forward in a "Z" state.
"vomit-"
And the man in the wheelchair was holding the vomit bag in his arms, and the blue and black under his eyes had almost reached his cheekbones.
"God...how long until we get to Alaska...I want to go home..."
He retched and moaned intermittently.
Ryan's eyebrows twitched slightly. In theory, his current status is far more than just waiting by the man's side like an orderly, but when his eyes fell on the other's thin figure, his stern gaze subtly softened.
"We're almost out of the storm circle."
He said dryly, and after hesitating for a moment, he gave a rare reassurance, "Just hold on a little longer, Simon, we need you so much right now..."
Even in the intense discomfort caused by seasickness, Simon, the young genius, the former senior technical director of Deep White, still couldn't help a sneer overflowing from his mouth.
"Looking at the little friendship between the two of us, please, Ryan, don't talk about this."
He complained briefly at Ryan, his voice very sharp, it could be said that his attitude was rude.
"You know when I was working with you, I made it very clear... ugh... Siren plans have to stop, but now..."
"Simon!"
Ryan interrupted him, and then his eyes swayed in the front and back of the aisle. After confirming that there was no one else here at this time, Ryan's shoulders seemed to relax a little bit.
"This is not the place to say that."
Lane added.
The irony in Simon's sneer grew stronger as he held the vomit bag.
The atmosphere between them suddenly became stagnant. In the silence, there was a faint smell in the air, the damp salty smell of sea water, the fishy smell of slime on the scales of marine life, mixed with the industrial smell of metal and paint—the smell was almost like an illusion.
[tick—]
Ryan turned his head suddenly, his icy gaze wandering back and forth in the narrow corridor.
"What's wrong?"
Simon immediately noticed the tense breath on Ryan's body. He followed the latter's line of sight reluctantly and looked back, but he still saw only the gray-white aisle and the dull and boring lights at the top.
…
"there is nothing."
Ryan continued to answer in that icy voice.
He didn't tell Simon that at that moment, he felt as if there were water droplets falling, and the smell in the whole aisle also made him nervous. On that previous mission in the North Pole, the great pain the creatures caused by the siren actually affected his daily life.
Simon shrugged his shoulders.
"You're too nervous, Mr. Investigator," he said.
"Your safety is the number one priority..."
"Deep White has collapsed." Simon couldn't help but say.
"But Land Sivers and the subject are still on the run, and no one knows what's going to happen next."
"… "
Simon paused before speaking: "I don't think Rand Sivers would be the kind of person who would hunt down an insignificant researcher for thousands of miles."
Ryan patted him on the shoulder: "You're not an insignificant researcher."
Simon was completely silent now.
Yes, he cannot deny this, and now he is no longer insignificant to the US military. In the previous incident, he was too impulsive to expose his strong disapproval of the siren and the experiment on Vincent Sivers, and he was only about to be "internally executed" by the deep white executives. Fortunately, before the His surrender to the U.S. government ultimately saved his life.
Agents rescued him from Poseidon's execution force—he was already tortured to the point of near-death. Immediately afterwards, internal conflicts broke out in Shenbai, the experimental body rioted and fled, and the entire laboratory exploded... making Simon the most important thing in the military's hands, and the most trusted one is the Siren test. experts in the field.
After the entire deep white was turned to ashes, Simon was secretly dispatched to the American Arctic military base in Alaska, responsible for re-hosting a new biological weapon test - and this biological weapon is still a siren, and it is still a powerful, once human. Sirens.
For his safety, the Pentagon is equipped with a large number of secret agents to accompany him, but due to the eccentricity of genius, Simon finally only allowed Ryan to appear in front of him and escort him personally.
But in his heart, he didn't think that Vincent's soft brother in memory would do to him at all, even if he knew that Rand eventually became the most bizarre experimental body ever and completely destroyed the deep white. The same goes for behemoths.
Ryan's lips moved slightly. He seemed to be hesitating whether he should say what he wanted to say. Simon had already interrupted him first.
"Hey man, just like I said before, let's stop this... Anyway, please get me to the infirmary first... I really feel like I need oxygen and sedative injections, damn it The vomit... vomit... almost dehydrated me..."
he said painfully.
Ryan couldn't help but look back at the corridor carefully before turning around and pushing Simon forward.
What he didn't know was that when he turned his head, four bright red light spots suddenly appeared on the surface of a raised object he thought was a cable hub on the ceiling.
Some kind of creature that was completely integrated with the background color followed behind them and all the way to the medical room.
The medical room was much busier than Lane thought.
Several rookies in the navy, as well as some agents sent to protect Simon, showed strong discomfort during the storm, and the ship doctor was very busy. After briefly observing Simon's symptoms, he sent them some pills and then made a bed for Simon in the observation room.
The beds here aren't exactly luxurious—but they're far more comfortable than normal cabin beds that aren't nowhere wider than a coffin box, and in some ways, resting here is probably the best cure for seasickness. .
Ryan carried Simon onto the bed and put the blanket over his stomach.
Then there was silence between the two again. A white curtain isolated the bed from the outside world, and suddenly the entire space seemed to be left with only Ryan and Simon.
A little too close.
Simon thought.
The agent didn't seem to be aware of the fact that he had invaded the safe distance of others. He was looking at Simon thoughtfully, as if he wanted to say something. And at this moment, Simon's eyes inadvertently met the ceiling.
His pupils narrowed sharply.
He was close to screaming, but at this moment he bit his tongue hard, and with the rust-smelling pain he forced himself to calm down with astonishing self-control.
"Ryan, I want to rest."
He turned his head and said to Ryan, with a sleepy look on his face.
Ryan was stunned for a moment, then opened the curtain and walked outside.
"I'll watch over you outside," he said.
"No no no—God, please, you're only going to make me nervous... What I need now is all-round rest, no matter what you think, this is the medical room, even if someone wants to kill me, I won't be there here… "
It took him a little work to convince Lane, who finally relented and decided to impose martial law outside the medical room.
And after hearing that person's footsteps disappearing from the outside of the curtain, Simon turned his eyes back in cold sweat.
"Tick-tock-"
A drop of water fell on his blanket.
On the outside of the curtains, military doctors are still exhausted to provide basic treatment to the seasick passengers, and several people have hit sharp objects in the tumbling hull, pulling long wounds on the skin - so the air is filled with strong The breath of disinfectant water and blood.
Those smells, those small sounds seemed to have turned into a sticky glue and were blocked by the thin curtain.
Inside the curtain, time seemed to slow down.
Simon watched a pale young man bound by a thick tail, slowly hanging from the air, and the hair-like tentacles covering the surface of his body slowly meandering and crawling, almost the same protective color as the surrounding environment. The covered part of Rand's body was almost transparent.
Then, a huge, wet and terrifying creature, with a lightness completely different from its body, quietly landed at the end of Simon's bed.
[I know you-]
Simon's lips trembled slightly, he made a mouth shape, and said silently.
Before he could finish, however, he stopped in a cold sweat—a long whisker full of suckers and mucus had wrapped around his neck at some point—and it was tightening little by little.
"Save him, or you die."
Munster looked at Simon indifferently, and moved a little to reveal Rand's face.
"Boom—"
There was another violent sound of waves, and the others outside the medical room did not notice the whisper of a monster in the room.
The hull was shaking violently.
Simon's breathing quickened.