The Fallen Merman

The merman took a huge leap into the air while carrying a rocket launcher on his shoulder. He drew the thunder and lightning released by the low-altitude clouds towards his body to avert the fall. Bai Chunian was stupefied. At this time, he couldn’t manage to think about anything else. He opened the sunroof with both hands, climbed out of the opening, and squatted on the car’s hood and said, “Rimbaud, don’t let him escape!”

Rimbaud tilted his head to look at him, large amount of river water converging at his palm. The shouldered rocket launcher’s shape compressed. With the added force of the river water, it composed a transparent quadruple rocket launcher, aiming at the whirlpool that attacked and sank the red car. 

Bai Chunian stood at the bridgehead, waving his hands: “There’s a hostage in the car!”

Rimbaud then threw away the quadruple rocket launcher. When it fell into the water, the transparent rocket launcher instantly merged with the river water and reincarnated as a surging water current. The river water was drawn upward to form a heavy machine gun of water-made steel in Rimbaud’s hands. This model of rapid-fire machine gun’s firing rate could reach 6,000 rounds per minute, and any non-heavily armored object within a hundred meters would be pierced through easily.

Only types of cannon barrel missiles formed by water-made steel could sustain Rimbaud’s M2 ability “High-Explosive Water Bomb.” All other firearm kind weapons couldn’t. It seemed that Rimbaud had made a great concession in weapon power.

Bai Chunian continued to caution him: “Beta! It’s a beta!”

Hearing the hostage was a beta, Rimbaud got a little impatient. He raised his hand to break up the water-made heavy machine gun, gently fished a part of it out of the shattered droplets with both hands, re-made it into a pistol with water, and passed by Bai Chunian as he descended, muttering, “Wait ashore.”

Bai Chunian jumped back into the armored car and hurriedly motioned the steering wheel to perform a U-Turn, leaving by doubling back from the center of the raised big bridge.

Rimbaud swooped into the water, his strong and powerful translucent fish tail stirring the water current. The muddy river water centered on him became clear, visible to the naked eye. Wherever his body passed through, the dirty substances became quickly purified. The turbulent river water became crystal clear. The position of the red car deeply stuck in the underwater silt was easily exposed now.

Samael had already shattered the car window, tightly holding a beta doctor in white work clothes in his embrace. The scene of the circus clown holding the doctor was very comical. 

If it wasn’t for the experimental subject’s protection using his utmost strength, the impact of the two high-explosive water bombs sent from Rimbaud would probably have directly squeezed the doctor into minced pork.

But even if he was an experimental subject, he wouldn’t have a stronger advantage than Rimbaud in water. Rimbaud’s speed in the water could almost match the speed of lightning rushing down from the skies. Furthermore, Rimbaud didn’t need to breathe in the water. Even if he didn’t make a move, just dilly-dallying underwater, Samael would also be consumed alive, suffocating to death.

The mask on Samael’s face smiled at the taunt. Two red and white rings appeared around his body one after the other, and the rings expanded rapidly. The creatures in the water enveloped by the two rings suddenly had blood burst from their eyes and launched a ferocious attack on Rimbaud.

The infected shoal of fish showed sharp teeth, relying on their number advantage to form a wall of fish corpses, keeping Rimbaud a few meters away. Whereas he himself was holding Dr. Lin Deng, swimming towards the shore. 

The shoal of fish’s disobedience completely enraged Rimbaud. He issued a lengthy, violent cry from his throat, making the sound of the soul-trembling cry transmit outward in the water for several thousand meters.

At this time, the PBB army that hurriedly arrived at shore witnessed the once-in-a-lifetime spectacle in the river together.

He Suowei stood on the helicopter to see the most clearly. Distantly, a huge black shadow rushed forth from the big wide river surface. At first, countless river dolphins leaped out of the water surface, followed closely by a shoal of fierce carnivorous fish, large in quantity and swimming in the river to form a deep dark whirlpool.

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Firefly anxiously pressed Clownfish down, patting his face: “Ah Cheng, wake up, what are you doing!”

Clownfish seemed to have already lost his mind and replied blankly, “King is calling me.”

The bite force and cohesion of the shoal of carnivorous fish far outclassed those of the corpse-ified shoal of fish infected by Samael. The shoal of fish frantically tore at and collided into all the living animals except Rimbaud in the river.

The carnivorous fish’s sharp teeth bit the clown costume on Samael’s body into sheds. However, the blood that flowed out attracted more shoals of fish to tear at it. There were also fish tearing apart Dr. Lin Deng’s body. Samael enveloped the drowning doctor with his body, pulled off the clown clothes on his body, and wrapped it around Dr. Lin Deng. 

Rimbaud indifferently gazed at him struggling whilst at death’s door in the water. He raised his hand and shot. The bullet hit Samael’s arm, and he screamed in pain. The river water took the opportunity to pour into his nasal cavity.

Rimbaud snatched Lin Deng from his hands and spat out a bubble. The bubble gradually swelled and enveloped the doctor’s body.  The bubble was full of oxygen, separating the water from the doctor’s body.

Samael couldn’t breathe in the water, supporting the shot arm and swimming to shore. The shoal of fish followed after, pursuing relentlessly.

He stared indifferently in the direction of Samael’s escape, pushing the bubble enveloping Dr. Lin Deng to float to the surface. The bubble broke when it emerged from the water surface, and Rimbaud carried the drowning Dr. Lin Deng like he was carrying a piece of trash, using electromagnetic force adsorption to pull himself up to the towering big bridge. 

The PBB army’s armored cars completely surrounded the riverbank. PBB soldiers in military clothes and gas masks waited on shore idly for the opportunity of when Samael climbed ashore to immediately subdue him and take him away for interrogation.

Although the PBB’s surrounding circle was tight, the riverbank was wide and the coastline was extremely long. Unavoidably, there were areas of oversight. In the most western abandoned pier, there was a fishing boat parked that couldn’t go to sea during the fishing ban, moving up and down according to the breeze on the river surface.

A hand riddled with scars pulled itself upon the edge of the fishing boat, pausing to rest for a few seconds. Samael climbed onto the fishing boat with great might and collapsed inside, drained. Wounds were all over him, and even if an experimental subject’s recovery strength was strong, this many torn wounds also needed time if complete recovery was wanted.

After resting for a while, he crawled out of the fishing boat with difficulty and rolled over to lay on the shore, his exhausted chest heaving. 

Suddenly, he detected an even more dangerous smell than the pheromones the merman emitted just now, lingering nearby.

He opened his eyes and looked through the mask to seek that person’s location.

There was an extra lonely shadow on the pier. Bai Chunian sat cross-legged on the wooden bridge, holding a clean and transparent glass marble in his hand, looking toward the sunset.

Samael gazed vigilantly at the young alpha who seemed to be sitting leisurely cross-legged. He didn’t intentionally release oppressive pheromones, but on his body, there was malice imprinted in the depths of his bones. This kind of malice came from an endless cycle of close-quarters combat since birth and despair from an unforeseeable future. Samael understood it very thoroughly because he was also the same. 

The marble reflected the sunset’s afterglow into its clear and unsullied spheroid interior. Bai Chunian scrutinized it and said to himself, “Unbelievable, there’s a child so clean that their soul is transparent after death.”

Samael tried his best to stand up, supporting his completely wounded body, standing while on the verge of collapse: “You…are not, human…”

“We are… the same kind… with me… together… can be free…”

Bai Chunian arched his eyes, the shadow of the river flowing in his eyes. 

When the crescent moon hung high, he quietly left the pier. Crows hovered behind him, falling behind in the wilderness to gnaw and eat the bloody flesh of corpses.

Samael laid in the wilderness, full of sharpened metal playing cards inserted all over his body. The sharp corner of the last Big Joker card sank in between the eyebrows of his mask, the clown on the card smiling.

The Alliance’s big return bus stopped at the meeting point and waited. Bai Chunian smoked a cigarette under the tree, procrastinating and not feeling like getting on.

A cool, slippery arm wrapped around his neck silently from the back of his neck, locked his throat with his forearm from behind and pressed the ice-cold gun muzzle against his temple. 

“Chitaha mil jeo? (who are you feeling sorry for)” Rimbaud softly asked beside his ear. His fishtail was rolled around the tree trunk that Bai Chunian was leaning against, suspending his body.

“I’m not, baby.” Bai Chunian turned around, embracing Rimbaud’s body with both hands, buried his head in the hollow of his neck, and lightly sucked the pheromones that soaked the moisturizing bandage.

He felt agitated and restless, both his bones and veins feeling uncomfortable. He impatiently wanted Rimbaud’s soothing pheromones, even though he knew that the big bus was not far away. The special trainees and doctors of the Medical Association could see their movements at one glance, but he just couldn’t control the longing anticipation.

Just like in the breeding box before, after a whole day of fighting in close quarters in the bloodbath ecological box, full of the ruins of the loser’s scattered broken limbs, and the winner beaten black and blue, back to the warm breeding box, squeezing into the omega’s embrace to heal. 

“Don’t grieve for humans.” Rimbaud lifted his face, kissed the alpha’s eyelashes, released the fishtail supporting his body, and suddenly put all his weight on the alpha’s body, unexpectedly overwhelming Bai Chunian to the ground. His right hand lifted the hem of his vest and pushed up, exposing the lean and toned abdominal muscles.

Rimbaud loosened his belt, and his sharp nails extended out of the nail sheath, piercing deeply into the skin of Bai Chunian’s lower abdomen. He pressed down the alpha’s body struggling with pain, cut his skin inch by inch on the wound, torn skin and gaping flesh, carving his name on his lower abdomen—

“RIMBAUD.”

Bai Chunian couldn’t receive the soothing pheromones. The skin and flesh cut open by the sharp fingernails hurt terribly. His wound healed quickly, but Rimbaud repeatedly tore his wound apart with sharp fingernails, making the wound unable to heal. Rather, the continuous healing growth formed scars that wouldn’t go away, scratch by scratch. Bai Chunian didn’t push away the omega who was playing with his body vilely on top of him. His fingertips dug out scratch marks on the ground because of the pain. A pair of eyes full of desire to be hugged indulgently gazed at him. 

“Punishment.” Rimbaud looked coldly at the alpha looking for comfort under him. He didn’t like seeing Bai Chunian lose his spirit because of others. For him, it was a kind of betrayal of his own property.

“Ief bigi moya glarbo, boliea moya glarbo ye, chiy, farist giae boliea. (If humans make you hurt, I will only make you hurt more, so, remember me first.)”

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Volume Three: Hospital for the Sick Epilogue (Part 1) 

The PBBw Storm Forces found the body of Experimental Subject 408 Samael from the western pier while cleaning the battlefield. Two team members in protective suits lifted his mask and took pictures for archival records.

According to the description of the two team members at the time, Samael’s corpse had closed eyes, and it could be seen that he was a very delicate and pretty omega by appearance, but his expression was very melancholy, which did not match his comical mask and get up.

They found a shabby doll keychain in Samael’s close-fitting pocket. The keychain’s appearance was of a circus clown hula hooping. On the sole of the clown’s shoes were these crooked but earnestly engraved words:

Happy birthday, Dad loves you. When you arrive at the Research Institute, you also have to be happy every day. 

Lin Deng

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Epilogue (2)

Professor Lin Deng was temporarily detained by the military. During the interrogation, he explained that his parents were seized by the higher-ups of the 109 Research Institute and were now in Germany. He needed to report the research and training results of experimental subjects every month to ensure the safety of his parents. 

Lin Deng explained that people who were in a certain annular range centered on the Experimental Subject 408 would be infected with the looping virus. But, he had developed an antibody vaccine, so he could not be infected. However, the vaccine hadn’t passed the authoritative test yet and couldn’t couldn’t be used in large quantities. After Experimental Subject 408 died, all patients in the incubation period to early stage of infection would automatically recover, and patients with late-stage infection would automatically die.

Due to the core system of the hospital being hacked into, a large amount of information disappeared into thin air. The Enxi police found no evidence of Lin Deng’s production of dangerous biological weapons in the hospital. Lin Deng would be acquitted and released within a month.

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Epilogue (3) 

A month later, Lin Deng was acquitted and released.

An omega youth in a yellow sweater and a candy stick in his mouth drove to pick him up. The youth wore a fashionable contrasting colors hood with an exaggerated black worm logo drawn on the back.

The youth threw a video game into Lin Deng’s hands from the driver’s seat. The video game automatically turned on. A clown laughed heartily on the screen, and when he was tapped, he would take out a hula hoop and start hula hooping comically.

“Although he took you away in order to find you, after all, his arrival was a sudden and unexpected disaster for the entire hospital, and it was not unfair to end up like this.” 

“Don’t feel sad, I made an electronic grave for him. What do you think, Professor?”

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Epilogue (4)

A white flag of mourning was raised in front of the solemn IOA flag outside the Alliance Building. Whenever an Alliance special agent sacrificed their life in the mission, this flag would be raised. The Nile crocodile alpha’s name was Cheng Chi, seventeen years old this year. He had already studied at the special training base for five years, and he was in the same batch as Firefly and the others. 

Cheng Chi’s pheromones were white rose flowers, so his parents brought 20,000 white rose flowers in the car. His grieving and heartbroken mother went crazy clasping the photo of the deceased, crying and laughing in the sea of flowers. His father stood beside the car with red eyes, silent.

Bai Chunian was wearing a formal black suit with a snow-white rose flower pinned to his chest. Firefly and the other special trainees followed behind in black shirts and pants. Firefly blinked hard, wanting to stop the tears from flowing out.

Bai Chunian walked to in front of Cheng Chi’s alpha father and felt out a marble in his pocket with his white-gloved hand: “You must think it through, this is irreversible.”

The middle-aged alpha’s voice trembled: “Yes.” 

Bai Chunian: “He was a very outstanding student of mine and sacrificed his life to protect the doctors. Does he not deserve to be engraved into memory?”

“But I want to take responsibility for the living people. An Lan has a heart disease, and he’s also carrying a baby.” He looked heavily at his grieving and heartbroken lover in the sea of flowers, “You’re too young and haven’t established a family yet. Do you understand?” ”

Bai Chunian coldly handed over the thing in his hand and turned around. The sound of the marble falling to the ground and shattering followed.

The omega, who was holding the portrait of the deceased in the sea of snow-white flowers, suddenly stopped crying and stood up blankly. Realizing that he was holding a picture in his embrace, he raised it up to look at it strangely. 

The memorial service’s meeting place was absolutely silent. People stopped weeping and looked around strangely one after another, wondering why they were standing here.

Firefly grasped Clownfish’s hand. Seeing Cheng Chi’s name on the elegiac couplet, he recalled blankly: “Who is Cheng Chi? There are so many flowers here, so beautiful.”

Clownfish shook his head: “Haven’t heard of it, what’re we eating at noon?”