Mermaid Effect

United States

Washington

Deep White Biotechnology Headquarters

The 144th floor secret intensive care unit

Caroline was lying on the bed, she turned slightly, and told the nurse to remove the talker from her ear.

She wore a light green sick suit, and almost every naked and exposed place was wrapped in a white bandage. Beside her, the instrument squirmed smoothly.

She used to be familiar with this voice. Before Vinson’s bed, she was there to deal with her duties, talking to him in a coma, and she would even sleep in his bed when Vincent’s mermaid was not so serious. next to.

The voice accompanied her for so much time, but now she heard it again - only this time, the instrument detected her own physiological state.

Caroline turned her head and stared at the drop of liquid in front of the bed, and laughed.

This distorted her sly face.

"...you should take a good rest, Caroline, even Vinson will not want to see you like this now..."

A hypocritical voice chattered around her bed. Andre Breeham, the incumbent chief operating officer and vice president, is caring for Caroline with just the right concerns.

Compared with the young and handsome Vincent Sifus, this middle-aged person who has a little bit of blessing and has a hairline shift problem does not have much presence in front of the media, even though he is already working in deep space. For nearly two decades. Under the strange and arrogant Vincent, he is like a rabbit made of rubber. He never made any sound. He is so harmless and mediocre, so when Caroline was first in front of the hospital bed. When I saw him, I even felt that there was some funny.

"Vinson Severus is very ill."

Caroline whispered.

"Oh, yes, of course..."

Andrei, who was interrupted by Caroline, had no dissatisfaction on his face. He rubbed his hands and smiled.

......

Caroline did not continue to speak, she just looked at him with that kind of cold eyes, until the masked smile on his face melted like an ice shell.

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

At the moment when her voice fell, the air in the entire ward seemed to solidify.

Andre shrugged his shoulders uncomfortably, and he looked a little confused.

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

However, Caroline simply ignored his excuse and said it himself.

"Actually, this is stupid. Even if you get the real physical condition of Vincent, you still have a hard time reaching your goal..."

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

"I can let you enter the board, I can even make you a ceo, become a deep white power."

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

"Alec Daniel, Ines Cresswell, Oh, and Ines Cresswell... I can easily convince them to vote, they have always been my old acquaintances. I mean, Vincent's old acquaintance, without me, you may not be able to get around them..."

"Oh--"

The sound of the stool being pushed open interrupted Caroline’s self-talking conversation.

Andre stood up and he re-disguised the hypocritical smile.

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

However, at the moment he was about to leave the ward, Carolyn’s last words made his footsteps involuntarily.

"I can help become a ceo, of course, I have a condition."

condition……

When Caroline said the conditions, the alert on Andrea disappeared instantly. Yes, conditions, all transactions have conditions, and conditions are the premise of everything.

Only when someone raises a condition will you know his sincerity.

Andre looked back, his face that looked mediocre and cowardly had a kind of greed that was unique to the ambition.

"Caroline, I don't like others to test me."

He said.

Caroline tried to laugh, but it caused a cough.

But she finally said her own condition.

"--I need the complete disposition of Vinson Sifus."

......

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United States

Kansas

St. Mary's Thanksgiving Hospital

Rand held his head, grasping the armrests on the wall with one hand, slowly resisting dizziness, and the vomiting sensation caused by dizziness moved forward.

It took about two hours for the nightmare explosion, and the wound on his head was bandaged, but until now he had the strength to walk upright.

The doctor told him that at the very beginning, his head had a slight concussion because of the collision.

Before that, Rand never knew that concussion was so uncomfortable. Of course, he didn't complain. In general, he can be said to be the luckiest person in the bombing... The explosion that occurred during the daytime work caused a lot of damage, except for the fire on the accident floor. In addition to the explosion, glass and construction debris peeling off the outer walls of the building also injured many passers-by. The hospital was full of wounded people who were weak and embarrassed because of the explosion. The nurse moved back and forth in the hall like a bee, treating the wounded wounded by the wounded...

The light is bright, but under the mixture of the sputum and the scent of blood and the smell of disinfectant, Rand only feels that the entire hospital is covered with a thick and sticky mist, which makes him even I can't breathe quickly.

So, after restoring the most basic ability to act, the only thing he wants to do is to get out of here, even if it’s a little breath outside.

But his little wish is destined to be impossible.

After a short walk, a pair of cold hands rested on his shoulders.

"Land Sifus?"

Someone said to him.

Rand creaked in his ears, and he took a moment to react and then turned his head back.

"Yes, I am."

He says.

Rand saw a pair of men and women in black suits, both of them faceless, as if they had just come out of the wax museum.

They took out their documents from their arms and shook them in front of Rand.

"Here is fbi, I think we have something to talk about."

Ten minutes later, Rand and two fbi sat in the hospital's reception room.

Those painful scorns and fuss seemed to be isolated from the other side of the wall, which made Lande more or less better, although the person sitting in front of him still made him nervously stressed.

A familiar panic feels his mind, and he feels dizzy.

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

Rand felt that his voice was like coming from another world, and that there was another person who answered the question in his body.

Why are the two people asking who he has recently contacted?

Why do they ask him if he has a conflict with anyone?

Rand was not stupid. Although he was dizzy, he almost immediately noticed the connection between the problem and the nightmare bombing.

The bombing took place, and if he didn't rush out of the office because of the rush of Vinson, now he has no chance to sit here and answer the two questions of fbi.

"The explosion of the explosion was a parcel." The male fbi said to Rand, "We checked the entry and exit registration of the building. There was only one parcel entering the building at the time, and its recipient was Rand. Sifus, that is you."

Rand looked at him blankly, and almost did not understand what he was saying.

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

"Someone wants to kill you, Mr. Sifus."

The other fbi said.

"The explosives were quite amateur, but the parcels were filled with nails and iron scraps, some of which hit the gas pipeline and finally caused the tragedy. But from the contents of the explosion, the package obviously has Quite a clear target, that is you. This is likely to be a revenge caused by personal grievances... Mr. Sifus, please recall carefully, do you really have any omissions? Conflicting people?"

......

While Rand and Fbi had a hard inquiry, at the other end of Kansas, some people were in trouble.

It is a Mexican drug dealer with a distinct accent.

This day is not only a tragedy day for the staff, but also a bad day for them.

Their building is only half a block away from the explosion, and in the first five minutes of the roaring sound, they prepared a large number of "good goods", prepared for the total distribution of drugs with Kansas, and delivered .

However, the explosion ruined everything.

After a few minutes, the police closed the entire street. They took the "goods" and wanted to leave the building unobtrusively. It was a fantasy.

In desperation, all they can do is curl up in this room like a mouse, watch the movements outside, and wait for things to calm down. However, as time went by, the fire in that building was getting bigger and bigger. Anyone can see that the martial law in this street will not be solved in a short time.

In the case of holding a large number of drugs, some people decided to find some fun for themselves.

They sent low-level gang members out of the door for alert, but in the suites inside the house, a rudimentary carnival is going on.

The leader of the drug dealer was a strong Mexican who almost rudely pulled his "lover", a young brunette man into the room.

He sprinkled some goods on the foil and shook it under the greedy eyes of the man.

"You know what to do to get a reward."

The leader said.

The young man with dark hair was dull, but after seeing those things, his soul seemed to return to his body all at once.

He did not hesitate to take off all his clothes, and picked out some of the props from the perspective of the spectator's point of view, even cruel props, without any lubrication into his body.

The blood quickly flowed down the black man's thighs. In theory, this should be very painful, but in fact he just continued to stuff things in the face of this injury, and the carpet gradually infiltrated. The thick blood pool, the air is floating in the sweet smell of human blood.

In the face of this **** scene, but the leader did not touch, he lay on the sofa and smiled at the black man in front of his eyes, shaking the white powder on the foil from time to time and screaming.

"Oh, that's it, there are more, more, baby, I will give you a reward..."

He continued to make a harsh sound until a drop of viscous liquid suddenly dripped onto his bare bare abdomen.

"damn it--"

The leader immediately cursed, and he frowned, sticking a finger to the drop of liquid.

It is translucent and slimy, just like someone's nose, quite disgusting.

The point is, why is there such a thing falling down here?

The leader raised his head wonderingly -

On the ceiling of Jane, a monster with a scale of scales is directly opposite to him.

Four bright red eyes are adorned on its face, like a reptile-like nictitary film, which sweeps through the huge eyes from time to time.

......

After a moment of silence, the leader finally realized that what he saw was not an illusion, he gave a scream.

"Ah, ah--"

At the same time fell off the sofa.

"Strange, monsters, ah ah ah ah"

He panicked and rubbed his legs on the floor, instinctively receding, and then pulled out the pocket that had brought him infinite security from his pocket, and raised it to the one. monster.

It seems that only a moment, the monster will move.

It is more like a shadow, smoother, quieter, quieter and closer to the head than the creature that will appear in reality. He could even smell the smell of the monster... the thick smell... he saw it more clearly to the mouth that opened to the sides, the sharp teeth enough to make any child cry at night Woke up.

The leader was occupied by fear. He didn't even know when he was smashing those bullets.

More people rushed in from the door and they all heard the gunshots.

Of course, they all saw the squatting on the wall, the head twisted 180 degrees, staring at their monster in a very strange gesture.

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

Everyone was instinctively shot and designed because of the ugly and horrible appearance of the object. The sofa, the coffee table and even the curtains were shattered in the rain of the cheats. This will definitely catch the attention of the police, but no one at the moment is worried about this.

They are going to be scared by the monster that glides lightly over their heads.

Its movements are even faster than bullets. It is like a ghost. When the bullets are shot, there is only traces of mucus left, and the monsters themselves have reached the dead angle of their sight.

Can't tell who was the first to fall, he only had time to feel a slippery back -

"boom……"

With a muffled sound, a person's head was rolled up by a blue tongue and pulled straight from his shoulder.

A lot of blood is sprayed out of a broken artery like a fountain, and even people around him are not spared. Of course, they don't have to worry about their clothes being drenched with blood, because they have lost their lives for a long time.

Some were crushed by the head, some were cut off by the long, dexterous tail, and some were directly cut by their sharp claws.

The thick intestines fell from their bodies like dead snakes.

The entire suite became a **** in a short moment.

Then, this **** is quiet.

Munster slowly landed on the ground.

It silently looked at the only dark-haired man in the room who was still alive. His body was stuffed with strange props, surrounded by pieces of broken bodies.

But he was unaware that he was curled up in a corner with illusory happiness.

In his hand, the piece of tin foil that had previously been placed on the hand as a bait, there was a slimy powder of splashed brain and blood.

The black man dripped his mouth and licked his tongue like a dog.

Munster slowly slipped past.

Its horrible shadow cast on the dark man, but the latter just rolled his eyes and glanced at it empty.

"Get out of the way, ugly."

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

"Ugly... eight strange..."

Munster turned his head and repeated the word in confusion.

It sticks out the claws and wants the man to explain the word... just as Rand always tells softly what it means to understand the incomprehensible human language. However, before it hit him, his body began to paralyze.

After a while the man's body twitched and fell to the ground, vomit poured out of his mouth, and then plugged his trachea.

he died.

Those who have just traded "goods" and have not had time to do anything else, its purity is too high, far from what this man should taste.

But these are not things that Munster will care about.

It just cares a little about that word.

"Ugly ugly."

It headed out the window and smelled the air.

After finding its most beloved Rand, he will gently explain the meaning of the word to it.

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