Mermaids (16)
Jiang Yingdu gripped the door frame tightly, his knuckles turning white with such force, as if he was going to take the entire door off.
He gasped for breath, and the hot sweat on his forehead quickly flowed down and gathered at his chin, dripping onto the ground. His eyes were worried and nervous, and there was a ferocity and sharpness that was hard to hide.
Seeing Number Nine protected by the Heaven and Earth King chess, Jiang Yingdu heaved a sigh of relief and turned his razor-sharp gaze to Number Eleven who was thrown against the wall by the energy impact.
"How dare you hurt someone here!"
His voice almost froze into ice, and the aura of the Heaven and Earth King Chess was surging with a cold blue light, as if a divine punishment might be brought down at any time to take No. 11's life.
Number 11 didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin would appear at the last moment and almost bite his teeth to pieces.
His eyes sank, flashing with danger and bloodlust. The dagger in his hand instantly shrank and expanded, transforming into a gray-black double-headed scimitar. The corners of his lips suddenly rose, "Jiang Yingdu! Since you're here, let's die here together!"
A dark aura pressed down, almost covering the entire prison. The glowing Heaven and Earth King chess piece was suppressed by a higher-level force, and the energy it released was immediately compressed.
Jiang Yingdu snorted coldly, and the huge cold blue chessboard expanded rapidly in all directions like a turbulent sea wave.
The scene in front of No. 11 suddenly changed. It was no longer a closed and dim prison, but a dense forest with countless black and white chess pieces standing there.
There are towering trees everywhere. It is impossible to tell where the road ahead is and where the origin is. Dense bushes are clustered together, leaving no place to stand.
The black and white chess pieces were no longer round, but had turned into black and white stone sculptures. Some of these stone sculptures were in the shape of animals, and some were in the shape of plants. They had a distant and mysterious aura. If their shapes were not overly conspicuous, they would almost blend into one with the world.
Number 11's double-headed scimitar had already been swung towards where Jiang Yingdu was standing, but the spiral blade cut out a cross of light and shadow, and all that was seen was flying grass clippings and scattered wild flowers, with no trace of him at all.
This is the realm of mimicry!
A hint of jealousy flashed across Eleven's eyes.
Although the Chessboard of Heaven and Earth is not a top-level SS-level mimicry, it is also a leader among SS-level mimicry. Jiang Yingdu was promoted to level seven T not long ago and successfully opened the mimicry field of the Chessboard of Heaven and Earth.
It's just that his foundation is too shallow, and he fails to fully integrate the black and white chess pieces into the environment. People trapped in the field can easily find the flaws.
Number 11 had good eyesight and saw the vital point of the chessboard of heaven and earth. He immediately identified the black and white chess pieces in the dense forest as the primary targets of attack.
He sneered coldly, "You don't know your own limitations!"
The gray-black double-headed scimitar, with its unstoppable edge, struck the white chess piece not far away like the most ruthless reaper in the world.
The chess piece, transformed into the shape of an animal sculpture, had no ability to move. After being attacked, obvious cracks appeared on its surface. When the double-headed scimitar swung back and hit it again, the chess piece could not bear the weight and turned into thousands of energy fragments and disappeared.
Number Eleven showed a ferocious smile, and the power of mimicry turned into countless gray-black silk threads that condensed into one double-headed scimitar after another.
The double-headed scimitar looked as if it had been dipped in a sea of blood and corpses. It was so fierce and intimidating that the stone chess piece was no match for it and couldn't even last ten seconds.
The mimicry field of the chessboard of heaven and earth was shattered. In the sight of No. 11, Jiang Yingdu was supporting No. 9 and walking to the door of the prison.
Because the mimicry field was destroyed, Jiang Yingdu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His hands lost strength and he could not support the weight of Number Nine. He was about to fall.
Number Nine barely raised his hands, trying to stand firm on his own, but his injuries were too severe. His current condition was even worse than Jiang Yingdu's, and he couldn't maintain his balance at all. Not only did he fail to stand, he also fell straight forward.
Jiang Yingdu was afraid that he would get more injured, so he didn't care about his severely damaged spiritual power source and immediately rushed forward to stop him, acting as a meat shield.
Number Nine's head fell on his shoulder, and the dried blood stained his clothes red, the stains were very shocking.
Jiang Yingdu took a deep breath and helped Number Nine to stand up, but Number Nine raised his hand and pressed his arm. He heard his hoarse but powerless roar, "Are you sick? I'm not Jiang Jiuhan, and I have nothing to do with you! Why are you looking for death?"
He tried to get up by supporting himself with his arms, but his injuries were too severe and his left leg was broken, so he had no leverage at all and almost fell back.
Seeing Number Eleven approaching with a ferocious expression, Jiang Yingdu raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lip and smiled helplessly, "Just think of me as having a brain problem."
He had his own judgment. Whether Number Nine was an undercover agent with ulterior motives or a stupid brother who was unwilling to hurt him was not something that could be determined by others.
He had been brought back for so long, but he had never inquired about federal affairs. He always avoided the Jiang family and was unwilling to contact them.
In the past, Jiang Yingdu felt that he had been away from home for many years and had a gap with his family. He also blamed himself for not holding him tightly, causing him to be swept away by the waves, so he always spoke in a bad tone.
Now that I think about it, he probably guessed that his identity would be exposed one day, and he made preparations in advance, so that even if a conflict occurred, no one would be hurt.
Number Eleven tilted his neck, and the collision of bones made a teeth-grinding sound.
He looked at Jiang Yingdu, who was struggling to help Number Nine up, and said coldly, "What's with all this brotherly love going on here? This guy is just a replica, and you're risking your life to save him?"
Jiang Yingdu had long been annoyed with him, and sneered hoarsely, "Why? I'm happy, what's it to you?"
Seeing that he was still so stubborn even when facing death, No. 11 immediately swung his hand heavily.
The double-headed scimitar flew out, drawing a line of cold light in the air, and moved accurately towards the two injured people!
Number Nine was wearing a special bracelet and couldn't use mimicry. Jiang Yingdu's mimicry field was destroyed and he had no strength to fight anymore. They were like lambs to be slaughtered in front of Number Eleven, with only one way to go, death.
The life-threatening scimitar was getting closer and closer. Number Nine found strength from nowhere and suddenly pushed Jiang Yingdu away. The latter was caught off guard and staggered backwards to the ground. His rapidly shrinking pupils reflected his emotions at the moment.
Blood dripped from Number Nine's lips, and he closed his eyes slightly.
Just at this moment, a gunshot rang out across the solemn corridor, bringing with it an irresistible pressure!
The dark bullet instantly defeated the double-headed scimitar with exposed fangs, and headed straight for No. 11 whose pupils dilated!
Phew!
Blood splattered as the bullet penetrated No. 11's shoulder, leaving a charred bloody hole. Black arcs of electricity shot out, electrocuting him and making him scream.
Bang!
Number Eleven fell to the ground, twitching like a patient having an epileptic seizure, screaming continuously from his mouth, and his short hair standing on end, adding a bit of comical touch to the miserable scene.
The heavy tapping sound of heels on the ground came from far away. Jiang Yingdu had no time to check who was coming. He got up from the ground like crazy and pounced on Number Nine who had slipped to the ground.
In just a short second of tug-of-war, his eyelashes were soaked with sweat, and he looked like he had been fished out of the water.
Who could have imagined that Jiang Yingdu, who was always calm and composed, would lose his composure like this.
Number Nine's breathing was very weak, the weight of the body was completely on him, his eyes were half closed, and he was already at the end of his strength.
Jiang Yingdu's heart was beating wildly. Without thinking, he wanted to pick him up and walk out, but a hand stopped him, "Don't be impatient, let him drink the healing potion first."
Baili Xuanyao, who came hurriedly, took out the healing potion given by Master Wu Yu and poured it into No. 9's mouth without saying a word.
Perhaps he subconsciously felt that he could not die, so as soon as the potion was fed to him, No. 9 subconsciously swallowed it in big gulps, and his weak condition was immediately relieved a little.
Jiang Yingdu breathed a sigh of relief, then unexpectedly met the gaze of the person behind Baili Xuanyao. He was stunned and said hesitantly, "Grandpa, you... why are you here?"
The person who just fired the shot was Jiang Wenzhan.
He looks to be in his early forties, but he is actually over a hundred years old. He has a dignified temperament and his every move and gesture reveals the spirit of a soldier.
"If I hadn't come, would you have died here together to save this kid?" Jiang Wenzhan's tone was majestic, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
Jiang Yingdu pursed his lips and dared not refute.
Jiang Wenzhan has absolute authority in the Jiang family. No one dares to question his decisions. It was he who ordered his adjutant to capture Number Nine. Jiang Yingdu carried him on his back to rescue him, which showed that he did not take his orders seriously.
Moreover, this is the prison of the Central Military District of the Capital Star. Jiang Yingdu is neither a staff member here nor does he have a pass. Trespassing here is a crime.
Jiang Wenzhan has strict requirements for the younger generations in the clan. They are not allowed to do anything that exceeds the rules and authority. Anyone who breaks the rules will be punished by the family law. However, Jiang Jiuhan, who had been missing for many years and was found, had repeatedly acted inappropriately, so he had to turn a blind eye and let him go.
Seeing his pitiful yet stubborn expression, Baili Xuanyao quickly sighed and tried to smooth things over, "Grandpa Jiang, Yingdu is just desperate to save people. Please don't blame him. Besides, didn't you come here in person? Xiaojiu is such a precious child, and everyone loves him dearly."
His words were half joking, half teasing, and carried the flavor of a younger generation's coquettishness. Jiang Wenzhan had no intention of blaming him, so he snorted lightly, "I didn't come here for him."
After he finished speaking, the two soldiers behind him, one walked into the cell and put a special bracelet on the screaming No. 11, and the other walked to Jiang Yingdu, lifted No. 9 and walked out.
Jiang Yingdu subconsciously raised his hand to stop him, "Grandpa, where are you taking him?"
Baili Xuanyao took advantage of the situation and grabbed his arm, placing it on his shoulder. He helped him up from the ground and said calmly, "Don't worry, someone is looking after Xiaojiu! Grandpa Jiang is taking him to get treated for his injuries."
"Is there someone protecting him?" Jiang Yingdu was stunned.
Baili Xuanyao patiently coaxed, "Do you still remember what Xiaojiu did in front of Gongye and Xiaxia at the Nanteng Military Academy's anniversary celebration?"
It wasn't long after the incident, so Jiang Yingdu certainly remembered it. When he recalled the situation at that time, he could almost dig out a federal capital star city with his toes.
Baili Xuanyao knew from his expression that he hadn't forgotten. He chuckled and said, "He's the precious younger brother that the most popular person in our Federation wants to protect."
He turned around and asked Jiang Wenzhan seriously, "Am I right, Grandpa Jiang?"
Jiang Wenzhan really couldn't treat Baili Xuanyao with a fierce face and scold him casually like he did with his own juniors. This guy was very thick-skinned and was very good at climbing up the ladder. He was sweet-mouthed and could coax people. He also knew his limits and knew what to say and what not to say.
He waved his hand and said, "Alright, let's stop talking about this nonsense. Since you two want to save that kid, you'll be the ones guarding him from now on to prevent any more trouble."
Seeing him stride away, Baili Xuanyao hurriedly helped Jiang Yingdu catch up with the soldiers who were taking Number Nine for treatment.
Seeing Xia as a shield, Baili Xuanyao took the initiative to remove No. 9's special bracelet. With the strenuous treatment of the doctors at the Capital Central Military Region Hospital, his condition quickly stabilized and he would wake up soon.
Jiang Yingdu's mental strength was damaged, and he also became a patient, and was placed in the same room with No. 9.
During this time, Jiang Xinyuan came to visit and brought a lot of snacks that No. 9 liked, but he fell asleep and was unable to talk to his adopted sister who had been noisy for a year.
Jiang Xinyuan thought about the attack on No. 9 and decided to stay.
Baili Xuanyao stayed in the ward diligently and conscientiously. Because he felt too bored, he downloaded a game and asked Jiang Xinyuan to play with him. The two of them joined forces and soon became the number one in the entire server.
Capital Star Interstellar Port.
Shi Jianxia pushed Jiang Jiuhan out in a wheelchair, and Gongye Jiwang followed beside her, wearing a virtual headset to listen to the twelve-minute voice message that Baili Xuanyao had sent a few hours ago.
After hearing what he said, Gongye Jiwang frowned slightly, "Xia Xia, the doctor really did send someone to do it."
"Xiaojiu is injured now and is in the hospital."
Shi Jianxia immediately stopped and asked, "Who hurt him?"
Gongye Jiwang paused, then answered honestly, "His identity was exposed, and Marshal Jiang sent men to arrest him. He refused and was seriously injured. He was later sent to the Capital Central Prison, where he was attacked by Number Eleven."
In just a few words, he summarized what Baili Xuanyao had been talking about for more than ten minutes, simply and clearly.
"Number 11?" Shi Jianxia repeated slowly, "Where is he now?"
"He was taken away by Marshal Jiang's men and should be undergoing interrogation." Gongye Jiwang sensed the danger in her tone and answered honestly.
It is understandable that Marshal Jiang arrested Number Nine. After all, to him, Number Nine was not only an undercover agent of Higanbana, but also had the audacity to pretend to be his grandson, and it is even possible that he stole important information during this period.
As a federal marshal, he is responsible for national security. He has already given Shi Jianxia a great favor by agreeing to send No. 9 for treatment.
Shi Jianxia knew this and did not hold any grudge against him, but for No. 11 who was loyal to the Doctor, there was no need to say such ridiculous and boring words as "putting herself in his shoes".
She lowered her head and was about to tell Jiang Jiuhan to take him home first, but he said first: "Xia Xia, I want to go see Xiao Jiu first. He is so afraid of pain, he must be very aggrieved now."
Shi Jianxia stopped what he was about to say, nodded and said "OK", then asked curiously: "Are you familiar with him?"
In her impression, No. 9 and Jiang Jiuhan should have little in common... But that's not quite the case, as the two were in the same laboratory when they were receiving treatment from the doctor.
Jiang Jiuhan raised the corners of his mouth slightly as if he was hiding some little secret.
"I wasn't completely unconscious when I was in a coma. When Xiaojiu first saw me, he lay down beside my treatment cabin and asked me why I looked exactly like him."
"At that time I told him that I was his brother." He blinked briskly, like a little devil who had done something bad, "Then he believed it and called me brother for a long time."
Shi Jianxia didn't expect that they would have such an intersection. He imagined the cute and adorable Bai Xiaojiu lying next to the treatment cabin and calling Jiang Jiuhan brother, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
She patted Jiang Jiuhan's shoulder gently and said, "Let Panpan take you there. I have something to ask Marshal Jiang."
Jiang Jiuhan immediately said, "Okay, thank you, Brother Panpan."
Gongye Jiwang: "..."
He felt that the "wise" image he had built up over the years in the five major federal military academies would soon be destroyed because of this nickname.
Thinking of Baili Xuanyao, that loudmouth who always liked to watch the fun, Panpan immediately became alert and solemnly warned, "Xiaohan, my name is Gongye Jiwang. Panpan is Xiaxia's exclusive domain. You can't call me that in front of others."
Jiang Jiuhan looked at him, then at Shi Jianxia, as if he understood something. He let out a long "oh" and said with regret, "Okay then!"
Shi Jianxia: "...Little kid, don't look left and right, look ahead."
Jiang Jiuhan pouted in grievance, and saw the cat on his knees moving its ears. He quickly became happy and gently touched the tip of its ears.
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After seeing off Gongye Jiwang and Jiang Jiuhan, Shi Jianxia and the two extraordinary strong men sent by Su Xunyang to protect her went directly to the Capital Central Prison.
Jiang Wenzhan had already left to handle important matters, and it was his adjutant who came to pick her up.
When the two sides met, Shi Jianxia didn't say a word and got straight to the point: "I want to see No. 11. I'll interrogate him. I'll be more efficient than you."
This is simply arrogant.
Military interrogators are experienced, and what kind of criminals have they not seen? After the terrorists on the federal S-level wanted list are arrested, few can withstand the interrogation of the interrogators. In the end, they are forced to confess their crimes and appear before the military court in the capital.
But Adjutant Zhao did not show any dissatisfaction.
Marshal Jiang Wenzhan had asked him to check Shi Jianxia's information long ago, and he also learned about her tortuous and bizarre experience from Su Xunyang in a video conference a few hours ago. Knowing that this young girl was not an ordinary person, he naturally would not look at her with the eyes of an ordinary military academy student.
He held the rank of major, but he bowed slightly and gestured to Shi Jianxia, who held no official position, "The Marshal has already instructed us to do our best to meet your request, as long as we don't kill that person."
Shi Jianxia had not expected to receive such courtesy, and had a deeper understanding of Jiang Wenzhan's tolerance. He also said politely: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to embarrass the Marshal."
Adjutant Zhao led her inside quickly.
Number Eleven was shot in the shoulder by Jiang Wenzhan. Even though he had a combat power close to level nine, he could not resist the erosion of the extraordinary power of level three. The gunshot wound on his shoulder had already burned and festered, but this injury was not enough to put his life in danger.
The self-repairing ability of the body of a high-level ability user and the continuous corrosive effect of the gunshots pulled at each other, almost torturing him to death.
When Shi Jianxia saw his miserable state, his eyes did not change at all, and he did not feel happy at all.
Number 11, who has fallen into this situation, is not like Number 77 on Sky Star, who would confess everything he should and shouldn't confess with just a casual threat.
Number Eleven is narrow-minded, but loyal to the Doctor, and it is not easy to pry open his mouth.
Shi Jianxia met him very few times, and basically every time was on the training ground. He was beaten to a pulp by Bai Xiaojiu, but he was unwilling to admit that he was inferior to him. He would provoke him every time during combat training, and even used some very despicable sneak attacks to try to win the battle, but unfortunately he did not succeed.
In Higanbana's training ground, there are no rules and regulations, and only the winners have the right to speak. Because she has not awakened her mimicry, she only follows the doctor as a bystander every time.
With a click, the door opened.
Shi Jianxia slowly stepped into the interrogation room and looked down at No. 11 who was lying on the ground, sweating in pain, like a dead dog.
Such torture is nothing.
The interrogators were afraid of killing him, so they did not dare to use any harsh measures.
Number Eleven half-buried his head in his uninjured arm, his whole body almost lying on the ground, with special bracelets on his legs and hands, and he was at the end of his rope.
Hearing someone coming in, he gritted his bloody teeth and sneered, "It's useless no matter how many people come. Even if I die, I will never betray Higanbana."
"Kill me if you dare! As long as I'm not dead, I'll definitely grab your skulls and smash them inch by inch from top to bottom!"
"You are quite courageous." A faint female voice floated from the top of the voice. The familiar tone and accent made No. 11 stunned.
He raised his head with difficulty and saw a familiar face in the glaring light of the interrogation room.
"Seven, number!" Number Eleven squeezed out these two words from his teeth, just like when Number Nine discovered that he suddenly appeared in the Capital Central Prison not long ago.
Shi Jianxia casually pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing his legs and folding his arms across his chest. "Number Eleven, how did you end up in such a miserable state? If the doctor saw you, he would probably think you were a waste and should be sent back for retraining, right?"
The extremely contemptuous tone was like a sharp knife stabbing No. 11's heart.
Many Jade Card holders knew that because No. 11 had never defeated No. 9 in training, the doctor had called him a waste and even wanted to send him for a second transformation. It was No. 7 who casually said, "Even waste has its uses," and the doctor gave up.
From then on, Number Eleven held a grudge against Number Seven and was very averse to anyone mentioning the word "waste" in front of him, otherwise he would turn hostile on the spot.
Number Nine provoked him, calling him trash every time he spoke. He was hitting on his sore spot, knowing that he would lose his mind because of these two words.
Now, when Shi Jianxia brought up the old matter again, No. 11's eyes immediately became bloodshot. If he had not been completely powerless to resist, he would have probably jumped up and wanted to kill her.
Seeing that No. 11 had been interrogated by the interrogator for half a day without making any movement and his emotions were so volatile, Adjutant Zhao couldn't help but look at Shi Jianxia again.
It turns out that this knife can only be stabbed quickly, accurately and fiercely by one's own people.
Number Eleven's angry glare didn't bother Shi Jianxia at all. She turned to look at Adjutant Zhao, "Where's his jade token?"
Adjutant Zhao replied, "Marshal Su said that it was a medium for the doctor to be reborn through reincarnation. It is very dangerous, so Marshal Jiang took it away for safekeeping."
Shi Jianxia nodded, glanced nonchalantly at Number Eleven, whose eyes were almost popping out of their sockets, and asked a startling question, "Number Eleven, are you sick?"
Number Eleven gritted his teeth, wanting to drink her blood and devour her flesh, and ignored what she said.
Shi Jianxia continued, "If you weren't sick, the doctor would have treated you like trash and sent you back for retraining. He even threatened you with the Jade Plate. How could you be so loyal to him?"
The relationship between superiors and subordinates that threatens lives is inherently distorted.
No. 77 would betray the Doctor without hesitation in order to stay alive, and No. 2 would act as an undercover agent for all parties in order to stay alive. He wanted to send the Doctor to hell during the trip to Tianchen Star, but he was one step behind and ended up making things difficult for the Doctor.
"Are you trying to sow discord?" Number Eleven sneered.
Shi Jianxia shook his head, stood up from the chair without warning, and kicked Number Eleven, who seemed less lifeless because of his anger.
The kick was fast and fierce, hitting No. 11's injured shoulder directly, making him scream in pain and roll several meters on the spot.
Everyone present was startled by her sudden action, and Adjutant Zhao's eyelids twitched twice. He didn't expect that Shi Jianxia, who looked well-behaved and kind, would be so cruel.
No, how could the holder of the red spider lily's jade token be a well-behaved and kind person?
Shi Jianxia was still dissatisfied after kicking him. She turned her head and said to one of the extraordinary strong men who came with her, "Excuse me."
The other party nodded, and a cluster of green light appeared from her palm and immediately flew towards the screaming No. 11.
The extraordinary powerful person's healing mimicry had a strong therapeutic effect on No. 11's injuries, but it did not relieve his pain, it only healed his wounds.
Shi Jianxia crossed her fingers and squeezed them gently, making a crisp clicking sound when her finger bones collided. Adjutant Zhao, who vaguely realized what she wanted to do, had his eyelids twitching several times. Between speaking out to stop her and watching silently, he chose the latter.
The girl took two steps at a time and walked up to No. 11. In front of his wide-open eyes, she clenched her fist and hit him!
Bang!
Bang bang!
Ahhhh!
The sounds of collision and screams continued one after another, and the two interrogators silently looked away.
Shi Jianxia sneered, "Everyone in the Higanbana Flower family knows that I'm protecting Number Nine. Even the Doctor doesn't dare to kill him. Who do you think you are?"
Adjutant Zhao, who had fought with No. 9 in order to capture him, silently took a step back.
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