Mermaid Effect

Vol1

For many people, that night was crazy and dark, and they still think of it as a nightmare even after many years.

At that time, no one thought that the experimental subjects who escaped from the dark white "Siren Project" would stay in Kansas, a city far away from the sea, and the Alpha team-it was a complete team of 35 people, on that night Completely lost track.

Many years later, the files were still stamped with blood-red "missing" stamps-until the end, their bodies were still not found.

Of course, for Duran of the ZERO team, he doesn't have to worry about this for the time being.

The moon is very bright.

There are a few thin clouds in the sky that are dyed silver by the too bright moonlight.

Beside him, a team member suddenly spoke.

"Hey, it's like a dead man's eyeball."

The man said he pointed to the moon in the sky, then took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"what?"

Duran clenched the gun in his hand reflexively, he couldn't understand what his partner said.In fact, after joining "Poseidon", there are too many things here that he can't figure out.For example, he never thought that all members of the Alpha team led by "Cod" would lose contact... He had seen "Cod" and admired him, and he couldn't imagine that a person like him would make his team disappear from everyone. He was so worried that he couldn't even gather his energy to deal with his partner's words.

By the way, his partner is already the oldest group of members of "Poseidon" who are still alive. Like all the seniors, they love to play tricks in front of a rookie like Duran who has just joined Poseidon for less than a year. Suspenseful.

"Uh, isn't smoking prohibited during missions?" After a while, Duran asked in an uncertain tone.

"Oh, you call what we're doing 'tasks'?"

His partner let out a hoarse laugh, tinged with sarcasm, which made Duran feel a little irritated.

Well, Duran admits, what they're doing may be hard to describe as a "mission"—they're just guarding a highway intersection.

Deep White managed to work with the government today to get permits, barricades and check drivers on every highway outside of Kansas City.

Duran looked at the documents given to them above, and Rand Sievers looked more like a librarian on it, a gentle community worker, rather than the rumored troublesome rich second generation— — and dangerous pollutants now painted in red warning signs.

For the young Duran, it was really hard for him to imagine that the weak and weak young man in the photo could wipe out the "Cod" and his party to the point where there was not a single residue left.Even if he was told by his superiors that Rand Sievers had become a siren.

After hearing Duran's words, the mockery on his partner's face became deeper.

"Oh, you just haven't seen those disgusting experimental subjects, you don't know how much they are—"

how much what?

Duran didn't hear his partner finish speaking.

Because the lights of the vehicles suddenly lit up on the other side of the remote road they were guarding.

"God, someone finally came..."

The partner stretched, tucked the gun loosely behind his waist, and picked up the IDs that the state had provided them earlier and walked to the barricade.

A gray Dodge pulled up in front of the barricade.

Duran straightened his hat, ran up and knocked on the car window.

After a while, the window with the black sunscreen film rolled down slowly, and a woman's face appeared behind the window.

"Security check, ma'am, please show your driver's license..."

His partner spoke slowly, and then took the driver's license handed over by the woman.

He gave her his driver's license with a quick glance (Duran doubted very much that he wasn't looking at all).

"Okay, you can go—"

"Wait a moment."

Duran interrupted his partner abruptly. He squinted his eyes and looked at the passenger seat next to the woman. He was alone wrapped in a blanket, with his head drooping on the car window, and he seemed to be falling asleep.

"Who is that?"

he asked with a frown.

The corners of the woman's mouth were tightly pursed.

"My friend—what's the matter? Does taking my friend into the city also hinder you white-skinned dogs?"

Her voice was sharp and sharp.

"Make her face come out of the blanket."

Duran said that he always felt that something was wrong. He took out a flashlight from behind his waist and shone it on the person wrapped in the blanket.

"What the hell are you sons of bitches trying to do? She's not feeling well today, you fucking—"

"Ma'am! Let her show her face!"

Duran's partner suddenly said harshly, and he slapped the hood of the car hard, but this action managed to make the woman scream.

"You fucking patted my mother's hood?! I'm telling you this, you bloody white dogs, I'm going to sue you, you're racist! If you dare to touch my car again, I will kill my mother Chop off your little son of a bitch dicks and stuff them up your assholes..."

The fat black woman in the driver's seat yelled, a stream of swear words gushed out of her thick black lips like a fountain, until a hoarse and weak moan came from behind the blanket of the passenger seat.

"Oh my God... what the hell is going on? Lena, you're making my head hurt even more..."

A pale woman emerged from behind the blanket. She pressed her hands to her temples, looking very painful and weak.

There was a faint damp smell on her body, as if she had just taken a bath... However, that smell was quickly covered by the strong smell of alcohol after she spoke.

"Huh? Who do you think is giving you a headache? I told you not to drink so much! What do you think that chick George got you drunk for, just to get you to spread your legs so he—"

"Oh, for God's sake, Lena, shut up."

The woman groaned.

She obviously didn't realize how embarrassing Dulan was in by her appearance-especially the woman named Lena, who stared at him fiercely like a female hyena, and seemed to want to Take a sip on his neck.

"Uh, sorry, your ID..."

In order to save the game, Duran said dryly.

He got the driver's license of the woman named Kolanda Mitchell.

The woman in the photo looked subtly different from her in real life, but after his gaze swung back and forth between the photo and the real person a few times, she gave him a blank stare.

"I don't wear make-up, does this also violate some law?"

"..."

An awkward silence spread between Duran and her.

His partner yawned, then took the driver's license from Duran and returned it to the Kolanda Mitchell.

"you can……"

said his partner.

But before he finished speaking, Duran and his communicator rang at the same time.

[Notice: Completely block all roads and prohibit all people from passing] After that, there were dozens of pages of government documents.

……

Duran and his partner exchanged a look at the same time, and then looked at the "Blockbuster" in front of them who was clearly on the verge of an outburst of anger.

"you can go now."

His partner made the decision before Duran, he said.

"Tsk..."

The woman spat rudely and the window rolled up to cover her face.

After the Dodge drove away slowly, Duran breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's why I hate women."

His partner grumbled, and slapped Duran hard on the ass.

"Don't be in a daze, rookie, we have to mend the cordon."

He erected red barricades on the road and began filling them with water.

From now on, this road is completely blocked-like all other roads in and out of Kansas City.

Vol2

About ten kilometers after leaving that damn roadblock, the gray Dodge slowly pulled to the side of the road.

Rand lifted the blanket, and on his trousers, the calf was stained red with blood.

The smell of alcohol and blood in the air fermented into a dizzy smell.The black woman got out of the car in disgust and watched as Rand limped back into the driver's seat.

Rand took out two hundred dollars from his wallet and handed it to her. After thinking for a while, he took another 100 yuan bill and put it in her hand.

She accepted it without hesitation.

"Thank you, if it wasn't you just now..."

Rand said with a pale face, but his words were interrupted neatly by the other party.

"Shut up, I don't need to listen to the rest of your story, I don't know what you and that guy in the back seat are up to, I just know that I didn't do anything tonight, nobody Met, I just dragged my drunk best friend out of her goddamn boyfriend's house and sent her home - that's all! Do you get it?"

Rand shut his mouth tightly, then nodded.

"Fine," the woman patted his hood hard, "forgot to mention, your wig is nice."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked in the opposite direction of the road.

But Rand restarted the car's engine and drove into the vast night.