The Fallen Merman

The mercenaries who bore through the hail of bullets to come over had sufficient basic reaction ability; they shot Bai Chunian and Rimbaud without hesitation.

Bai Chunian nimbly turned over, shuttling gracefully among the random bullets flying by, and returned to Rimbaud’s side. 

Even though most of the bullets were dodged, the stray bullets still hit the minor parts of his body. Bai Chunian’s arm and abdomen were hit by bullets and blood splattered. Rimbaud also wasn’t spared—a bullet struck his chest, his fish tail contracted in pain, and the entangled iron frame was wrenched and deformed.

After a round of gunfire, the air was filled with gunpowder smoke, and the mercenaries relaxed their vigilance. They waited for the pungent smoke to dissipate before checking the two bodies.

The smoke dispersed. Bai Chunian was still standing in place, easily removing the bullet nailed to his body, and the burnt bloody hole quickly healed.

Rimbaud used his fingernails to remove the bullet in his chest. A stray bullet scratched his cheek, but it also healed along with the bullet hole in his chest.

The look in the mercenaries’ eyes suddenly became extremely terrified. A person from some corner shouted in horror, “It’s two experimental subjects!”

Anyone who knew a little about special experimental subjects would know that the differentiation ability of the special operations experimental subjects were entirely tailored for war. Ordinary people could acquire at most one associated ability during the process of differentiating and upgrading, while the associated ability of experimental subjects were determined by the aptness of their glands to withstand the drug. Their physical strength far exceeded that of ordinary people, and their self-healing speed was exceptionally fast, so they were called the most advanced humanoid weapons.

This remark instantly caused a commotion. Some mercenaries turned around and fled, while others bit the bullet and reloaded their guns, then slowly backed away and waited for an opportunity to evacuate. A mercenary picked up the communicator that Bixi had dropped on the ground, and with trembling fingers, tried to enter the password to contact the boss to report the situation.

The black vest Bai Chunian was wearing was burnt with two holes incinerated by the bullets. He leisurely weighed the murky marble in his hand, tossing then catching it, tossing and catching it once more. His eyes wandered among the many mercenaries, “Who is it? You know so much.” 

He turned around and glanced at Rimbaud. They were near the coast, and a small amount of seawater condensed in Rimbaud’s hand with steel hydration and transformed into a mini submachine gun. Bai Chunian licked the back of his newly grown left hand. He turned back and asked Rimbaud, “Did you see that? They just blew my hand to smithereens.”

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Rimbaud’s cold blue eyes flashed with electric light, and the shotguns in both hands shot with a burst. When each transparent shotgun bursted, it was accompanied by screams and splattering flesh. 

Bai Chunian held Rimbaud, stepped on the filthy blood-stained ground, and strolled out of the factory. He took out the skull lighter from his pocket, lit a cig, and tossed the green-eyed skull into the oil depot outside the factory.

The thick smoke and debris from the explosion obscured the traces of the battle. The gunsmoke was extensive and hazy. The factory employees heard the explosion and fled in a panic. Delirious with fear, they swarmed out the doors like ants that had been washed out of their nests.

Under the chaos, Bai Chunian slowly left the seafood factory, cradling Rimbaud in his arms.

Rimbaud was holding the opaque marble in his hands and carefully studied the flames from the explosion. “So amazing. M2 ability. So powerful.” 

“It’s not that powerful. It can only be used when touching, provided I know their name, and it only works for people who have lower graded abilities than me.”

“Of course, the name can be his real name or a code name, as long as he self-identifies that the name belongs to him.”

White Lion gland’s M2 differentiation ability, “Annihilate”: A living body could be instantly squeezed into a spherical non-crystalline solid. After the sphere was damaged, the owner of the sphere would be wiped out from the world’s memory. Except for the White Lion himself, people will lose any recollection of that person and lose interest in seeking their existence.

The Technology Department sent a request for contact. Bai Chunian answered, “The second phase of the mission is completed. Should we evacuate?” 

Han Xingqian said, “Meet me as soon as you return to take a soothing agent.”

Bai Chunian laughed, “I’m fine.”

Han Xingqian disagreed, “I detected over here that the emotion levels in your brain has fluctuated considerably, and it nearly went out of control just now.”

Bai Chunian rubbed his neck. “Oh, is that so? But I’m really in pain. I’ll let you experience it when I come back and you’ll understand.” 

“Don’t drive, you can’t right now.” Han Xingqian exposed him frankly, “You’re in your rut. Have you taken an inhibitor? The higher the differentiation grade, the more severe the pain of injecting the inhibitor is. Plus you kept using your glands earlier…”

The cause of the first glands’ emergence was the infection wave caused by the hurricane virus. The concept of inhibitors was to prevent the reverse process of the virus, thereby suppressing the gland’s heat. However, the method of suppressing the heat would also suppress the glands themselves. The glands, as organs that provide energy to the whole body when using an ability, could become vulnerable during the injection of the inhibitor.

“I said I’m fine, see you later.” Bai Chunian impatiently shut off the communicator.

Returning to the dilapidated factory building where he parked, Bai Chunian laid Rimbaud on the front cover of the car and took a breath while holding the cover with both hands, “Let me rest for a moment.” 

His face was pale and his legs became sore. He slumped on the ground exhaustingly, bent one leg, and buried his face in his arms. His voice was muffled; it was audible that he was trying to maintain his composure.

“It’s nothing, I’ll be fine in a bit. It’s just the side effect of the inhibitor.”

A cold hand rested on his forehead, which was sweating continuously, and a gentle soothing pheromone was injected into his body.

Rimbaud wrapped the alpha with his tail, building a small and safe space for the alpha. He held him in his arms and gently stroked his hair. 

“Don’t be scared.” Rimbaud lowered his body and supported Bai Chunian’s head against his chest.

Bai Chunian burrowed his face into Rimbaud’s arms and rubbed weakly. He was a little tired, although not as fatiguing as training in the lab in the past. However, the exhaustion was similar to returning to the breeding box at the end of each day’s training.

It was not that he had never used an inhibitor, but every time this happened, he would long for Rimbaud very much. He couldn’t help holding him tightly in the breeding box, but he was always pushed away. At first, he thought that the omega hated him. He later found out that it was just because the merman was afraid of the heat. He was a little glad, but also a little disappointed.

The merfolk species was very rare for humans living on land. Because of their rarity, along with their unusually beautiful appearance, they often became playthings for rich and influential people to compete with each other. 

But Bai Chunian didn’t think the same way. He had no special fetishes or desire for merfolks. He just had a strange and crazy dependence on Rimbaud that could never be broken. Sometimes when he saw Rimbaud sleeping in the fish tank and could only touch him through a glass wall, Bai Chunian would always think: if only Rimbaud was a regular omega. He really wanted to sleep with Rimbaud enveloped in his arms for a whole night with his body close to him. It didn’t matter even if it was a weak human being. He was fully capable of making the little human who couldn’t protect himself live peacefully and untroubled.

“I don’t want soothing pheromones. I want to kiss.” His eyelids were flushed, and his voice was faint. An alpha in their rut was irritable and fragile.

“Be good.” Rimbaud patted his head and continued to release soothing pheromones to comfort him. Appropriate soothing pheromones calmed the restless blood in the blood vessels, and Bai Chunian clearly felt that the surging pain in his body gradually eased.

Bai Chunian rubbed his hair irritably. “I’m not—I’m not a kid. I will always be like this, there’s no past or in the future. Why does it seem like you’ve been treating me like a kid?” 

“Otherwise?” Rimbaud asked in puzzlement.

Bai Chunian looked at him, “We obviously did it a few times, I thought I was your boyfriend. You would sometimes treat me well but would sometimes treat me indifferently. You would take revenge for my injuries, but you would also screw me over yourself. I can’t feel your love for me. What do you take me for?”

Rimbaud was silent for a while, then gently touched his head and replied, “Jideio.”

Brood pouch. 

“boliea。”

(Belongs only) To me.