Caroline listened to the busy tone on the phone, and it took her a while to react in that position, and then she slammed the phone back.
The loud voice echoed in her luxuriously decorated office, and Caroline couldn't help but begin to rejoice that it was too late, and that her secretaries, who had put almost all their skills in rap, had gone home.
And she's still stuck in DW's tomb-quiet office building, with no appointments, no entertainment — just endless work and bad news.
Oh, by the way, she still has to keep an eye on Rand, sort out the Rand messages, and give them to Vincent in the hope that Vincent will focus a little on her when he's happy.
Thinking of this, the absinthe-like sourness filled her tongue again.
She sighed deeply, lowered her head and began to face her notebook.
nothing special…
She tried to remember what she had heard before, but soon found it was in vain. The moment before Rogers called, she was still in contact with the secret troops who were going to the Arctic secret laboratory to rescue and clean up.
She's got bad news, and even worse news—first, almost all the researchers in the lab are dead...except for a teenager named Simon and a CIA investigator. Simon aside, the investigator's survival almost brought Caroline's menopause early.
She even felt that it was God punishing her.
Damn, so many people died in the entire base, so many... but one CIA survived? What's more damning, he also went through the whole accident up close.
Even after Caroline got the news, her first reaction was to let the CIA become a member of the dead list in a reasonable way by some unconventional methods, but obviously she was not the only one who could think of this. The people at the Pentagon took over him immediately. Caroline tried several times, but she had to admit painfully that the easiest way seemed to be blocked.
If it weren't for the worse news that followed, Caroline almost thought that nothing in this world would be worse than the current situation.
But then she got another news...
"Oh god..."
She fell heavily on the chair, feeling powerless like a vine around her.
But in the end, she cheered up, made some small changes to some of Rand's previous living records and recorded them under today's date, and then she placed this record at the top of all documents and sent it to to Vincent's office.
Just as she thought, Vincent picked up the living record without any hesitation.
He looked at the boring records with a frenzy expression. His pale cheeks only had a hint of blood at this time, and his bright red eyes flashed with light.
As for Caroline, all she could do was stand by and watch Vincent.
Intense sourness and vague pleasure stirred into a cocktail deep in her heart.
Hey, you see, Vincent is like that, the only person he cares about is Rand.
A sharp voice made a mocking sneer from the depths of Caroline's heart.
He'll never notice you again, ever!
Caroline had a gentle smile on her face, listening to those voices from the bottom of her heart, her expression was gentle and natural, even though the palms of her hands were already covered with white nails due to excessive fisting.
It's just something I just made up.
She stared at Vincent's profile, and was about to tell the truth to him with such malice.
Of course, she didn't do it in the end.
After Vinson carefully read all of Rand's "records" several times, Caroline knew she could finally talk to him about work.
Just remembering the latest message she received, the feeling as if something was pulling her internal organs revived again.
"Vincent, I think there is one thing we should deal with first."
She said and clicked on the document.
"The 'Prince' escaped."
The bad news of this time may have trained her nerves strong and numb, and she was shocked by the calmness with which she said it.
"Prince? It's not a failure..."
Vincent's eyes darkened at that moment.
"But it's a powerful failure. Besides, it has almost no flaws except that it can't be fixed in the form of a merman," Caroline couldn't help saying, her voice sharp, "It's your clone after all!"
…
As Caroline shudders at the escape of a terrifying weapon in her office at Deep White headquarters, allow us to return to Kansas.
And then it fell on a less pleasant man - ex-Officer Tony.
He walked out of the hospital's emergency exit with a swollen head and equally swollen hands.
Before that, his strangeness caught some people's attention, and people who were his colleagues until not so long ago finally decided to take Tony to the hospital.
The examination showed that he was very swollen... The reason is unknown, but it may be caused by that special powder. The doctor found some purple pinholes in the base of Tony's thigh. Obviously, in addition to smoking, he has other way to get some little joy. For the sake of safety, Tony is temporarily held in a hospital ward for treatment, however, don't forget, he was a policeman after all...and a police detective.
All in all, he managed to escape from the ward by some means (though his head was so messed up that he didn't even know why he was escaping)
He walked a short distance along the road, and then found himself as heavy as an elephant, the sticky sweat almost solidifying on him. The clouds at night were a little thick, but the faint moonlight made Tony feel uncomfortable... He squinted his eyes and raised his head, tears flowing from the middle of his swollen and hot eyelids, he felt like his tears were as hot as lava.
A couple of teenagers who had been out for a walk at night passed him on skateboards.
Tony wobbled and dazed, almost labelled "drunk" on his head, and the teens jumped off the skateboard with one foot and watched him for a moment behind him. Normally, they would always want to tease the drunk, like cutting off his pants, or drinking beer in his urine…
However, on this night, the teenagers just glanced at Tony and walked away as if frightened.
Something was going wrong with that person.
Although human beings have consumed a large part of their instincts as animals in a large amount of machinery and electricity, the strangeness that pervades Tony at this moment is so strong that any person with normal IQ will not ignore it.
Of course, those teenagers wouldn't admit their timidity at this moment, they looked at each other and walked away. The lights placed on their skateboards turned into a streamer in the dark night...
Tony shivered and thumped in this stream of light.
He thought the lights were terrifyingly dazzling.
Thirst, hunger and a strong desire filled his body, as if it were a tangible thing that made his body swell and swell infinitely.
The skin that was stretched to the limit became more fragile and sensitive than ever, and in his heart, the fire was burning.
Tony finally decided to go to the place that always brought him joy, a club called Lace and Leather.
…
Susan, codenamed "Spades", couldn't help frowning when she learned that Tony had opened the room. Her disgust was so obvious that even the other girls in the lounge didn't bother to comment more on it.
"At least he's a decent 'slave'."
Some embarrassed attempts were made to comfort Susan, who couldn't help but made a visibly vomited look.
"Come on," Susan stood up slowly, trying to slip her emaciated frame into the tight, narrow, leather-smelling black tights—then black mesh stockings, sharp heels, And the whip and the gloves... "I just don't know what's so good about that, I've never liked it."
She grumbled as she struggled with her "work uniform".
She never thought she'd be in this situation before... Her ideal was to be a reporter, a real reporter, not some hell of a "queen," yet college loans hover like a vampire On her head, she finally chose here. You see, sometimes people don't care if it's real S who whips them, they just need to enjoy the pleasure, and Susan never gets pleasure out of that eccentricity... But who cares, they get Happy, she got the money, so that's enough.
All was well at first, although the guests occasionally showed a creepy side to Susan, but the tip and service charge offset nearly all of the negativity.
Soon after, however, Tony showed up.
He fell headlong under Susan's whip like a fifteen-year-old, and almost shuddered at the fervent desire for Susan's whipping and abuse.
Before this, Susan could never have imagined that there are such sick people in this world! It was only a fraction of a second before Susan asked the club to blacklist Tony.
But at this time, Susan got an opportunity to intern at a newspaper.
That's right, a normal Susan gets the chance...to become a journalist, if she can get rid of her intern status, and Tony offers her a tantalizing message almost at the same time.
First-hand information about the secret murder of the brother of a senior executive of Shenbai Biotechnology using illegal drugs.
…
Susan put on lipstick carefully in front of the mirror, and she could see the annoyance and reluctance in her eyes.
God, she's really getting fed up with that weird guy Tony.
And yet, that news, that news is so tempting.
Susan felt as completely irresistible as a honey bee. Think about it, the head of Deep White Technology, mysterious billionaire Vincent Sivers, and his brother who once caused a national sensation! Almost all of their news is in the headlines!
The desire for that job finally prompted Susan to suppress her disgust, and she trudged into the space filled with various black torture instruments.
After opening the door, the strong stench almost made Susan turn around and walk away, but Tony jumped directly at her feet, licking Susan's toes, drooling like a dog.
"Oh, master, my master..."
He made a muffled sound.
Susan could feel her hair stand on end, and she whipped Tony unbearably.
Different from the previous acting, this time she instinctively wanted to drive him away from her side.
"You'd better give me some useful news! Get off! Stupid pig!"
Susan couldn't control her disgust and snarled at Tony.
Tony's voice began to fill with that kind of disgusting happiness.
"Oh... news... news..."
He spoke in fits and starts, unable to even finish a sentence.
Susan thought he might be drunk, and drunks don't give her anything useful. Anger and disgust prompted her to give Tony another whip.
Tony fell to the ground completely, his voice gradually weakening.
It wasn't until a few minutes later that Susan gradually felt that something was wrong...
In that stench, another odor spreads, which is... blood.
A gust of cool air climbed up Susan's back like a snake. She wanted to pass Tony to the other side of the room to turn on the overhead light, and the dim light made her completely unable to judge the situation, but before taking a few steps, she fell off the carpet, which had become wet and slippery after being soaked in liquid.
She felt a sticky liquid soaked wherever she touched the carpet.
Susan felt her body shaking.
She got up, stumbled over and turned on the light.
Looking back, the scene she saw made her legs softly lean against the wall and slowly fall to the ground.