Mermaid Effect

美国

Washington

Shenbai Biotechnology Headquarters

Secret Intensive Care Unit on the fourth floor of 140

Caroline was lying on the hospital bed, and she tilted her head slightly, signaling the nurse to remove the communicator from her ear.

She was wearing a light green hospital gown, and almost every exposed place was covered by white bandages. Beside her, the detection instrument was beeping steadily.

She used to be so familiar with this voice. In front of Vincent's hospital bed, she was there to handle official business and talk to him who was unconscious. When Vincent's mermaid transformation was not so serious, she would even sleep in his hospital bed. beside.

That voice had been with her for so much time, but now, she heard it again—only this time, the instrument was detecting her own physiological state.

Caroline turned her head to the side, staring at the drops of liquid falling in front of the hospital bed, and sneered.

It twisted her haggard face.

"...You should take a good rest, Caroline, even Vincent would not like to see you like this..."

A disingenuous voice chattered beside her bed.Andre Braham, Deep White's COO and VP, was expressing concern for Caroline with just the right amount of concern.

Compared with the young and handsome Vincent Sievers, this middle-aged man who is slightly fatter and has a receding hairline problem does not have much sense of presence in front of the media, although he has already worked in Deep White for nearly 20 years.Under the hands of the weird and domineering Vincent, he was like a rabbit made of rubber and never made any sound. He was so harmless and mediocre, so when Caroline was the first one in front of the hospital bed... When I saw him, I even thought it was a little funny.

"Vinson Sievers is very ill."

Caroline spoke hoarsely.

"Uh, yes, of course..."

Andre, who was interrupted by Caroline, didn't show any dissatisfaction on his face. He rubbed his hands, still smiling.

……

Caroline didn't continue to speak, she just stared at him with that cold gaze, until the mask-like smile on his face melted like an ice shell bit by bit.

"I don't understand," Caroline continued, "Why did you send Clive and others to sneak into Vincent's ward."

The moment her voice fell, the air in the entire ward seemed to freeze.

Andre shrugged his shoulders uncomfortably, and he seemed a little flustered.

"I do not understand what you are saying……"

However, Caroline ignored his justification at all, and continued talking on her own.

"Actually, it's stupid. Even if you get Vincent's real physical condition, it's still difficult for you to achieve your goal..."

"Caroline, I think you really need a break, you're starting to talk nonsense..."

"I can let you join the board of directors, I can even let you become the CEO, and become a deep white person in power."

In the next second, Caroline's words made Andre stay in front of the hospital bed.

"Alec Dennell, Ines Cresswell, oh yes and Ines Cresswell ... I can easily convince them to vote, they are my old acquaintances all the time , I mean, Wen Sen's old acquaintances, without me, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to get around them..."

"Whoa-"

Caroline's monologue was interrupted by the sound of the stool being pushed away.

Andre stood up, and he put on that fake smile again.

Obviously, Caroline's words did not make him have the intention to cooperate with her.

However, at the moment when he was about to leave the ward, Caroline's last words made him stop involuntarily.

"I can assist to become CEO, of course, I have one condition."

condition……

When Caroline mentioned the conditions, Andre's guard disappeared in an instant. Yes, conditions, all transactions have conditions, and conditions are the premise of everything.

Only when someone puts forward conditions, you will know his sincerity.

Andre turned his head, his mediocre and cowardly looking face showed a kind of greed unique to ambitious people.

"Caroline, I don't like people testing me very much."

He said.

Caroline tried to laugh, but it caused a series of coughs.

But she finally said her condition.

"—I need full disposition over Vincent Sievers."

……

美国

Kansas

Santa Maria Thanksgiving Hospital

Rand supported his head, grabbed the handrail by the wall with one hand, slowly endured the dizziness and the feeling of vomiting caused by the dizziness and moved forward.

It had been about two hours since the nightmarish explosion, and the wound on his head had been bandaged, but only now did he have the strength to walk upright.

Doctors told him he had suffered a mild concussion to his head from the impact in the initial bang.

Rand had never known concussions so uncomfortable before.Of course, he didn't complain. In general, he can be said to be the luckiest person in this explosion... The explosion that occurred during working hours during the day caused a lot of damage, except for the fire on the accident floor and In addition to the explosion, glass and construction debris peeled off from the outer wall of the building also injured many passers-by.The hospital was full of wounded who were weak and groaning because of the explosion, and the nurses were moving back and forth in the corridors like bees, treating the wounds of the wounded who were being brought in one after another...

The lights were bright, but under the constant groans, the strong smell of blood and the smell of disinfectant, Rand only felt that the whole hospital was shrouded in a thick and sticky fog, which made him almost unable to breathe. breathed out.

Therefore, after recovering the most basic mobility, the only thing he wants to do is to leave here, even if it is to take a breath outside...

But his little wish was destined to be impossible to realize.

After walking slowly for a short distance, a pair of cold hands rested on his shoulders.

"Rand Sievers?"

someone said to him.

There was a ringing in Rand's ears, and it took him a moment to react, then turned his head.

"Yes, I am."

He said.

Rand saw a pair of men and women in crisp black suits, both of them were expressionless, as if they had just walked out of a wax museum.

They took out their documents from their pockets and waved them in front of Rand's eyes.

"This is the FBI, and I think we have something to talk about."

Ten minutes later, Rand was sitting in the hospital reception room with two FBI officers.

Those painful moans and fusses seemed to be isolated on the other side of the wall, which made Rand feel better, although the person sitting in front of him still made him nervous reflexively.

A familiar sense of panic gnawed at his sanity, and he felt dizzy even more.

"...No, I don't think I've offended anyone lately...I mean, as far as I know, no."

Rand felt that his voice came from another world, and it seemed that another person answered the question in his body.

Why did those two people ask about the people he had been in contact with recently?

Why did they ask him if he had any conflicts with anyone?

Rand was not stupid, and although he was dizzy, he saw almost immediately the connection between this problem and the nightmarish bombing.

The bombing happened at the National Express, and if he hadn't rushed out of the office because he was worried about Vincent, he wouldn't have any chance to sit here and answer the questions of the two FBIs now.

"The detonator of the explosion was a package." The male FBI said to Rand, "We checked the building's entry and exit registration, and there was only one package that entered the building at that time, and its recipient was Rand. Sievers, that's you."

Rand looked at him blankly, almost not understanding what he was talking about.

"You mean... I... I don't understand..."

"Someone is trying to kill you, Mr. Sievers."

The other FBI said.

"The explosives were pretty amateurish, but the package was full of nails and iron shavings, some of which hit the gas pipe and caused this tragedy. But judging by the contents of the explosion, the package clearly had It is quite clear that the target is you. This is very likely to be a revenge caused by personal grievances... Mr. Sievers, please recall carefully again. Are you really missing anything? Conflicting people?"

……

And while Rand was wrestling with the FBI, there were people on the other side of Kansas who were in trouble.

It was some Mexican drug dealers with distinct accents.

This day is not only a tragic day for the staff of "National Express", but also an unlucky day for them.

The building they were in was only half a block away from the one that exploded, and five minutes before the bang, they prepared a large number of "good goods", ready to connect with the drug general distribution in Kansas, and deliver .

However, an explosion ruins everything.

The police sealed off the entire street in a few minutes, and it was impossible for them to leave the building unobtrusively with their "goods".

In desperation, all they could do was curl up in this room like mice, curse and observe the movement outside, and wait for the situation to calm down.However, as time went by, the fire in that building grew bigger and bigger.Anyone can see that the martial law in this section of the street will not be lifted in a short time.

With a lot of drugs in their hands, there are some people who decide to have some fun for themselves.

They posted low-ranking gang members outside the gates on guard, but in the suites inside the house, a crude orgy was going on.

The drug dealer's leader, a burly Mexican, almost rudely pulls his "lover," a young dark-haired man, into the room.

He spilled some on the foil and dangled it under the man's greedy gaze.

"You know what to do to get rewarded."

said the leader.

The dark-haired young man's eyes were dull, but after seeing those things, his soul seemed to return to his body at once.

He took off all his clothes without any hesitation, picked some props from the leader's "reserve", which could even be said to be cruel from the perspective of a bystander, and inserted them into his body without any lubrication.

Blood quickly flowed down the black-haired man's thigh. Theoretically speaking, it should be very painful, but in fact he just continued to stuff things into it with a blank face under this kind of injury, and the carpet gradually soaked. There was a thick pool of blood, and the sweet smell of human blood floated in the air.

Facing this bloody scene, the leader remained unmoved, lying on the sofa and laughing at the black-haired man in front of him, shaking the white powder on the tinfoil from time to time and howling and laughing wildly.

"Hey, that's it, some more, some more, I'll reward you later, baby..."

He continued to make harsh noises until a drop of viscous liquid suddenly dripped on his naked belly.

"damn it--"

Immediately the leader cursed, frowning, and dipped a finger in the drop of liquid.

It was translucent and sticky, almost like someone's snot, quite disgusting.

And the point is, why is there such a thing dripping down here?

The leader raised his head in puzzlement——

On the crude ceiling, a monster face covered with scales faced him directly.

Four bright red eyeballs are dotted on its face, and the reptile-like nictitating membrane quickly passes over the huge eyeballs from time to time.

……

After a moment of silence, the leader finally realized that what he saw was not a hallucination, and he let out a scream.

"Ahhhh-"

At the same time fell off the sofa.

"Weird, monster ahhhhhhhh—"

He shook his legs on the floor in panic, stepped back instinctively, then took out the gun that once brought him an infinite sense of security from his pocket, raised it tremblingly and pointed it at the gun. monster.

It seemed that just for a moment, the monster started to move.

Compared with a creature that would appear in reality, it was more like a shadow, smooth, quiet, and silently approaching the boss.He could even smell the monster... the strong fishy smell... he could see more clearly its mouth that was open to the sides, and the sharp teeth could make any child cry at night wake up.

The leader was overwhelmed by fear.He didn't even know when he ran out of bullets. More people rushed in through the door, and they all heard the gunshot.

Of course, they all saw the monster crawling on the wall, turning its head 180 degrees, and staring at them in a very strange posture.

"Kill, kill it, that monster..."

Because of the ugly and terrifying appearance of the thing, everyone instinctively pulled out a gun and designed it. The sofa, coffee table and even the curtains were all smashed into pieces under the bullet rain of the cheat book.This will definitely attract the attention of the police, but no one present at this moment has the heart to worry about it.

They were going mad with terror from the monster leaping lightly above their heads.

Its movements were even faster than the bullets, like a ghost. When the bullets shot past, there were only traces of mucus left behind, and the monster itself had already reached the blind spot of their sight.

He couldn't tell who was the first to fall, he only had time to feel a slippery feeling from behind——

"boom……"

Accompanied by a muffled sound, a person's head was rolled up by a blue tongue and pulled straight off his shoulders.

A large amount of blood spurted from the broken artery like a fountain, and even those around him were not spared.Of course, they don't have to worry about their clothes being stained with blood soon, because it didn't take long for them to lose their lives.

Some had their heads crushed, some had their necks broken by the long and dexterous tails, and some had their abdominal cavities cut open by its sharp claws.

The fat intestines fell from their bodies like dead snakes.

In a short moment, the entire suite turned into hell.

Then, this hell fell silent.

Munster slowly fell to the ground.

It silently looked at the only surviving black-haired man in the room, his body was stuffed with those strange props, surrounded by a piece of broken corpse.

But he didn't realize it, he was curling up in a corner with illusory happiness.

In his hand was the piece of tinfoil that the boss had put on his hand as bait before, and there was still sticky powder made from splashed brains and blood on it.

The dark-haired man was drooling, sticking out his tongue like a dog to lick the piece of tinfoil.

Munster slid slowly past.

Its horrific shadow fell on the dark-haired man, but the latter just rolled his eyes and gave it a blank glance.

"Go away, ugly bastard."

Then he continued to immerse himself in the wonderful world of those powders.

"Ugly...evil..."

Munster tilted his head, repeating the word in confusion.

It stretched out its claws to ask the man to explain the word... just like Rand always gently told it what those incomprehensible human languages ​​​​meaned.Before it could touch him, however, his body began to spasm.

Moments later the man's body convulsed and fell to the ground, vomit gushing from his mouth and plugging his windpipe.

he died.

The "goods" that had just been traded hadn't had time to be mixed with other things. Its purity was too high, far from what this man should taste.

But these are not things that Munster will care about.

It just cares a little bit about that word.

"Ugly."

It poked its head out of the window, smelling the air.

After finding his favorite Rand, he will gently explain the meaning of the word to it.

Munster thought reassuringly.