MTL - The Fallen Merman-Chapter 70

After the car left, the abandoned factory returned to silence.

A small explosion in a seafood factory attracted media attention. The news spread early in the morning, and reporters came to the scene of the accident to report first-hand news. The employees in the factory were not affected, but some mercenaries died due to the explosion, and the goods were not affected. Undamaged, a cargo ship laden with seafood and canned food left the dock long before the explosion.

The police set up a cordon around the factory, and many people watching the lively came to watch. Fortunately, this is not a downtown area, and there are not many people.

An omega with tousled black semi-long curly hair squeezed in from the crowd, bloated and wearing a large hood, holding a small delicate notebook and a voice recorder in his hand.

He ran to an officer who was instructing the police to search and collect evidence, squinting his eyes and holding a notebook and asked, "Sir, do you have any guesses about the murderer who caused the explosion?"

The officer glanced at him: "You are a reporter"

The corners of the omega's eyes were very raised, and when he smiled, his eyes narrowed into a curved line: "No no, I'm a writer, and I'm very curious about this case."

"Idlers don't come near." The officer really drove him away.

The writer is not annoyed either, and he avoids in a good-natured manner and wanders around. He picked up a glass sphere from the ground and looked at the light. The inside of the glass sphere was cloudy and seemed to be of poor quality.

"Ah, I found it." The writer happily held the glass ball for a circle, strolled leisurely in the crowd with his hands behind his back, walked into the abandoned factory building, walked around the iron frame, and found that the iron frame was under high pressure. Electric charred corpse.

"Ouch." He kicked the corpses that were beginning to smell bad, flipped over the iron frame with his right hand, and landed on the ground slowly and steadily, searching every corner carefully.

There was a shiny round bead stuck in the crack of the cement floor. The writer put his **** on the ground and picked it with his fingers. After a long time, he pulled out a black pearl with blue polarized light from the crack.

A flat and steady voice came from the micro communicator in the ear:

"Domino, have you found anything?"

The writer held a bead in each hand and held it up to the sunlight to observe, "Hey, you'll like it."

A pure black Bentley slowly stopped on the side of the road, the writer waved enthusiastically and ran over, got into the co-pilot and pulled the seat belt.

There was an alpha wearing a long black windbreaker in the driver's seat. His knuckled fingers rested on the leather sheath of the steering wheel, and his index finger wore a Kashmir sapphire ring. The rich blue color just matched his superior and delicate temperament.

The writer took off his hood, two thin tentacles stretched out from his unkempt curly hair, and the tentacles touched the black pearl in his hand.

"It is the most talked about 857 in the circle, the electric ghost." The writer closed his eyes and said, "The price of 857 has been smashed to 4.6 billion US dollars, but it can only be said that the market is priceless. , handed him over to the omega alliance, and according to the president's behavior, there is a high probability that he has reached a cooperation with 857, and it is impossible to make another move."

The black windbreaker alpha tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips and looked ahead: "What is the other one."

"This is amazing. But very few people know about it in the circle. Real good things are often ignored by businessmen who follow the trend." The writer's tentacles lightly touched the glass ball he picked up, and he closed his eyes and replied, " 9100, divine envoy. Why didn't we pick him up when he was at his worst, sir, reflect on your short-sightedness, haha."

"Domino."

The writer laughed: "Sorry sir, I keep telling the truth accidentally."

Alpha's eyes fell on the on-board monitor, and the edited footage was pieced together into a complete video.

The picture is of a large ecological box. The glass of the ecological box is blocked by blood, and the creatures inside are brutally torn, one by one falling into a pool of blood.

It can be seen that the two strongest experimental bodies have reached a cooperation and hand over the back to the other side. In this battle of life and death, it is undoubtedly the biggest advantage to have a teammate who is enough to trust.

The camera zooms in on the two scarred survivors Bai Chunian and Rimbaud in the ecological box.

The alpha, who has entered the mature stage, obviously has always protected the omega in the cultivation stage, and held him in his arms in order to take care of the omega's situation in real time.

The wounds on Bai Chunian's body were so dense that it took a while to heal one by one, but there were almost no wounds on Lan Bo's body, and he was well protected from beginning to end.

But just as he was about to walk out of the ecological box, Rimbaud suddenly turned around, and his claws fell into the sky, bringing with him a blue light and an afterimage.

Bai Chunian was already exhausted and approaching the limit, and because Lan Bo was well protected, his physical strength was far above that of the alpha. A very deep wound was cut from the chest to the side of the waist. At that time, the internal organs and intestines were dripping out of the wound and mixed with the dirt on the ground.

There is no sound in the video, only alpha can be seen lying on the ground dying, reaching out to Rimbaud in desperation, but Rimbaud climbed into the transport box of the institute without looking back, and the researchers applauded for this wonderful duel , congratulations to the institute for harvesting one of the strongest experimental subjects.

Everyone thought that Bai Chunian would also die like the experimental body in the ecological box, but he didn't. Although he was seriously injured, he was still breathing.

You must know that the cost of cultivating an eye-catching experimental body is very high, and the researchers are not willing to give up him easily and step up the rescue and suture.

The research institute was most optimistic about Bai Chunian. They did not expect this ending. If they could be rescued, the research institute would definitely be willing to pay a high price, but the infection was so serious that it even affected his future battle evaluation. Sell ​​to interested traders to fend for themselves.

The video comes from the monitoring of the institute. The last shot is of Bai Chunian, who was tied to his neck and limbs with iron chains and was helpless in an iron cage. His wounds were still festering. Because the researchers gave up treatment and let him fend for himself, The wound started to worm, and scavenging maggots crawled on the infected skin of his stitches.

Later, I heard that a boxing businessman who went shopping for boxers spent less than two hundred dollars to drag Bai Chunian away, because recently there were guests who wanted to watch the abuse. The target of the dead without proof, because Bai Chu is good-looking, the guests love to see it more, and they are willing to spend money, so it is not distressed to pay a slightly higher price.

But I didn't expect that the winner of that torture performance would be Bai Chunian.

Although he was terribly wounded, no opponent could kill him.

The boss of the boxing ring was so happy that he took Bai Chunian as a gimmick and threw him into various arenas. The audience's morbid aesthetic was to like to watch the pale and weak young beautiful boy fight back against his opponent. The applause made Bai Chunian worth twice. , In order not to let him die too early, the boss was very willing to spend money on anti-inflammatory treatment for him, and Bai Chunian lived on a little anti-inflammatory medicine.

At the time when Feiying Group Lu Shangjin was invited to attend the banquet, the partner took a good bite and took him over to appreciate it. Lu Shangjin frowned after watching the show, and then opened his mouth to buy Bai Chunian. Those who have precious children at home really can't see this.

At first, the boss held the cash cow and didn't want to sell it. Lu Shangjin was annoyed by him, so he bought it together with the boxing ring, and fired the boss.

In the early morning, the leaves of the maple tree outside the window were swaying, a few sparrows were clamoring among the branches, the moist air came in from the window, and the quilt was a little damp.

Bai Chunian woke up. The chandelier on the ceiling was not the fat blue fish he had chosen with crystals, but a simple and practical long tube lamp.

He was lying on the hospital bed with a bottle of pacifier hanging from the IV pole, about a third of it left.

Bai Chunian sat up and saw that there was no one in the ward, rubbed his aching head, pulled out the infusion needle on the back of his hand, and wanted to go to the toilet.

He touched his pocket, pursed his lips and turned over his trousers pocket to see that there was nothing but toilet paper scum in it.

"It fell out." Bai Chunian recalled the details of last night. He didn't remember which part he lost the glass ball. He was in poor estrus state last night, so he shouldn't have made such a mistake.

Before leaving the door, Han Xingqian came in with the ward round book, saw the needle dripping dripping by the bed, and pushed his glasses: "Who asked you to pull it out, come back and finish the half bottle."

"I won't lose, it's fine, I'll go home." Bai Chunian muffled. He just opened the door when Lan Bo suddenly hung upside down from the ceiling.

There are no railings on both sides of the corridor of the Medical Association, and Rimbaud has no place to climb, so he can only climb over by electromagnetic adsorption of the steel pipes in the ceiling.

Lan Bo weakened the power and fell to the ground. He supported his body with his tail and stood in front of Bai Chunian, holding a thermal bag in his hand.

Bai Chunian's eyes lit up: "where have you been?"

Rimbaud held up the thermal bag: "Cook."

He rolled onto the alpha, and naturally led him into the ward by Bai Chunian. When he walked to the side of the bed, Lan Bo looked up at the remaining third of the soothing agent: "It's not finished yet."

Bai Chunian grabbed Han Xingqian and said, "I don't have the eyesight to see, so tie me up."

"Oh, I'm here at a bad time." Han Xingqian put on a new infusion needle, put on gloves and pulled Bai Chunian's hands, sterilized, tied a rubber band and pinned the needle in place, then picked up the ward round and left.

Bai Chunian stopped him: "Where's the puppy I got back?"

Han Xingqian: "Next door. It's okay, I'll go see him."

Bai Chunian calmed down: "You lock the door, don't let him run away, watch it."

"Don't mess around." Han Xingqian closed the door when he left.

Rimbaud sat on the bed and took the lunch box out of the thermal bag.

Jellyfish scrambled eggs, jellyfish lean meat porridge, cold jellyfish, every dish is bluish blue.

Looking at these three cyberpunk dishes, Bai Chunian swallowed.

He asked, "are you feeding me?"

Rimbaud turned his face to one side, with an attitude that still hasn't calmed down.

Bai Chunian rolled his eyes and took a bowl to eat.

It is not unpleasant, and the jellyfish itself has no special taste except for the salty taste, and the taste is crunchy.

Rimbaud held the lid of the lunch box and sat with his back to the alpha, unwilling to turn around.

Bai Chunian gently tugged at his shoulder: "I'm infusion, my hand hurts, just give me one bite, just one bite."

Lan Bo turned around slowly, dug out a piece with a small spoon unskilledly, sprinkled half of the spoon when he handed it over, and rubbed it on Bai Chunian's mouth.

"You really haven't served anyone at all?" Bai Chunian picked up the dropped egg and stuffed it into his mouth, digging a piece with his spoon, blowing it to cool it down, and then feeding it to Lan steadily with his hands Bo, "So, have you learned?"

Bai Chunian didn't want to mention the conflict last night, and he didn't want to recall the details. His mind was all attracted by the meal that Lanbo fed him.

"I still want to eat." Bai Chunian looked at his hand holding the spoon and said.

Rimbaud handed him the bowl, but he didn't want it, just opened his mouth. Lan Bo then continued to feed him, and he finished all three dishes. Usually, Bai Chunian would not eat so much.

Rimbaud packed up the empty bowl, turned to put the things on the table, and was hugged from behind. Alpha wrapped him in his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, chin on his shoulder, lightly Gently pressed his cheeks.

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