Chapter 92: Recovering the little bird that protected me, his alpha...
The emperor's living room was well heated, but Cade huddled in a chair with cold sweat on his forehead.
Two servants were kneeling in front of him, one on the left and one on the right, holding up his tentacles and carefully applying moisturizing lotion to the suction cups.
As Heinz pushed the door open, one of the attendants knocked over the lotion bottle. The scent of sea feverfew mixed with red algae oil was greasy and spread all over the floor.
The attendant was panicked and fell to the ground trembling, "Your Majesty, please spare my life, please spare my life."
Cade slapped him with one tentacle, his face twisted: "Get out of here! Don't let me see you again."
The right side of the servant's face was swollen. When he heard that he didn't have to die, he immediately crawled away with gratitude.
If you kneel for too long, you won’t be able to stand up… Heinz said to himself.
"My dear, you've come at the right time. Go find me an exorcist." Cade looked flustered, not knowing what he was remembering, and he was still a little scared.
Heinz bowed and spoke in a humble and proper tone: "There is an exorcist, but I don't know what kind of evil spirit you want to exorcise, Your Majesty?"
Cade almost blurted out, "Iso Paraiso".
But he was a monarch, how could he show weakness in front of his subordinates? So he cleared his throat and said something else:
"It's probably... a nightmare. Yes, it's a nightmare. I just woke up from a nap and had a dream about demons eating people. I suspect that my mind has been polluted by evil things. Therefore, the palace must be exorcised!"
"Of course." Heinz expressed his concern seriously. "Your Majesty's health is the top priority of the Empire. I will go find an exorcist for you right away."
I am too lazy to remind him that I can use scientific methods to cure his hysteria.
"By the way, His Excellency the Duke sent someone to report that they have hit the 'target'."
Cade's heart skipped a beat. He leaned forward slightly and asked tentatively, "Is he...dead?"
Duke Swordfish had told him before that they had obtained the skeleton of a mermaid, ground it into bone powder, and made bullets.
Pure-blooded mermaids have terrifyingly fast repair abilities, and ordinary weapons cannot kill them at all. However, genetic weapons made from the corpses of blood relatives can hinder blood clotting in the wound, causing a high probability of death.
Cade really couldn't understand it. Obviously all the pure-blooded mermaids have been killed, and their bodies have been sealed in the mermaid cemetery and strictly guarded. Except for Isuparaiso, no one knows the exact location of the secret cemetery.
Where did the Archduke get the corpse?
Duke Swordfish casually revealed: "There are many useful things hidden in the deep sea of the earth."
It turned out to be from the Milky Way!
Cade was a little surprised that there were still people active in that wasteland. He thought all the people on Earth had died long ago.
Duke Swordfish smiled and said, "I have a few friends on Earth. I will introduce them to Your Majesty next time. It was them who sent people to help me fish out the skeleton of the mermaid ancestor from the deep sea."
Even so, Cade couldn't imagine Isupalaiso's death. He had a stubborn impression that the man was immortal, a blue ghost floating across the empire that could never be erased.
The Duke of Swordfish said calmly, "Please rest assured, Your Majesty. Even if the other party is not dead, he will be seriously injured. The dying rotten species will completely lose its mind and tear apart the first person it sees to fill its stomach."
"Let us tear off the hypocritical facade of Isupareso and reveal the ugly face of the devil."
When Cade was a child, he had seen Isuparaiso eat people.
There were torn cloth and hands and feet all over the floor. The cold-blooded monster was lying in the middle of the pool, with its dorsal fin like a steel needle erect, eating with relish and chewing non-stop.
Although he was very young at the time, only five or six years old, and could not remember many details clearly, this was his general impression.
Cade is convinced of this.
That's a demon that eats people. How can a demon die?
"He's not dead," Heinz reported honestly.
Cade breathed a sigh of relief.
"In other words, he didn't die on the spot. We are still tracking the follow-up situation. But the good news is that the 'White Zero' who caused you to burn off one of your tentacles has been arrested."
Cade uttered three words from between his teeth: "Hang him!"
Heinz readily agreed: "I will obey your order."
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The arrest team came out in full force and completely sealed off all exits of the venue. The policemen with particle guns hanging from their bodies stood apart, forming a death blockade.
But this is just the tip of the iceberg.
Because the Deep Space Mecha Corps' security team is on standby outside at all times, closely monitoring the sky. If they discover that "White Zero" is trying to escape in the mecha, they will point their guns up to the sky and shoot it down immediately.
No matter how powerful a bird of prey is, it cannot fly away even if it has wings.
Bai Ling already had a bad premonition in his heart, and now that he was surrounded by people, he looked calm.
He turned his gaze to the only familiar face in the crowd. Lu Hang, it’s this guy again.
Bai Ling looked at Lu Hang with cold grey eyes and said calmly: "Let me go over and see my family."
As he said this, more than a dozen infrared aiming lines flashed at the same time, gathering on his forehead with extreme vigilance, casting a layer of blood-red halo on his face.
"You have five minutes." Lu Hang said suddenly.
The detective next to him frowned and said, "Captain Lu? We asked you to come here to assist in the arrest, not to interfere with the operation. You don't understand the danger of the criminal, so don't make any decisions on your own!"
"It is precisely because we understand how dangerous he is that we should let him go."
Lu Hang's tone was a little hard, and he lowered his voice to explain: "This is a competition venue, and there are civilians everywhere. Once the prisoners are provoked, they are likely to launch a suicide attack. If a national-level incident is caused in front of foreign media, can you bear the responsibility?"
"You!" The detective almost choked with a breath that was hanging in his throat. But no matter how unwilling he was, he had to admit that the other party had some truth in what he said.
Lu Hang pulled out his gun quickly and put it against Bai Ling's lower back. He turned around and nodded to his colleagues: "I'll take him over. I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong. Okay?"
The detective said sarcastically, "Okay. Captain Lu is a military officer and has a noble title. Commoners like us don't have the right to refuse."
Lu Hang frowned, but finally said nothing.
When they reached a deserted place, Bai Ling glanced behind him and said, "Thank you."
Lu Hang pointed his gun at him and signaled him to keep going. After walking in silence to the outside of Box 001, Lu Hang asked carefully:
"Why did you attack the monarch?"
This is not a good place to question a prisoner. Lu Hang originally thought that the other party would not answer, but he heard that cold voice saying:
"To protect what I have."
Lu Hang was slightly stunned, and a ripple appeared in his heart. He quickly changed the subject: "You can go in and say goodbye alone, but the door must be open. This is the rule."
Bai Ling turned sideways and looked back, seeing that he was holding the gun towards him with the same posture and angle, and raised his lips slightly: "Aren't you afraid that I will run away if I go in?"
Lu Hang smiled gently: "My marksmanship is the most accurate in the army."
“Always so accurate?”
"No, I only became number one in the past six months. There were people who were more accurate than me before."
Lu Hang recalled the ranking list of the Corps' shooting training. The first place had been occupied by ID [Guide to the North] for five consecutive years.
Unfortunately, the gun king seems to have retired and disappeared.
As his thoughts flashed, he found that Bai Ling had walked into the house.
Bai Ling took two steps and suddenly his whole body froze in place.
Lu Hang had good eyesight. He glanced inside casually and saw the man sitting in front of the single-sided window.
Very expensive. This is the first impression. But the next second, he found something wrong.
The man was leaning back in the crimson velvet sofa, his blond hair lush and curly, his head hanging limply to one side. His expression was peaceful, as if he had just finished a tiring day and was taking a nap with his eyes closed. Light from outside the glass shone in, and tiny dust particles were flying in the air. Under the Tyndall effect, his cold-toned face was covered with a layer of graininess like an oil painting, and even the bloody hole in his abdomen became blurry.
People cannot make any sound when they are extremely panicked.
Bai Ling opened his lips and wanted to shout something, but his trachea seemed to be cut off and he could only make hoarse sounds.
Gloomy...depressed...
Bai Ling rushed over, cupped his cold cheeks, and tried desperately to warm them with his hot forehead. There was a lot of hemostatic powder scattered on the ground, and more of it had condensed into a ball and stuck to the wound. Bai Ling touched his back with trembling fingers and felt a smaller hole. The hole was slightly burnt. The soldiers all knew that it was the mark of a bullet.
That was when...
When the robot vacuum cleaner told it to get out of the way, I clearly smelled blood but didn't pay any attention.
"ah……"
Bai Ling frantically wiped the blood off his face, as if that could save anything. I threw myself on his chest again and tried my best to listen: Heartbeat, heartbeat, beat for me.
No.
It was dead silent.
The floor beneath my feet seemed to be shaking, and the wet carpet was like a quagmire, almost sinking me in. Bai Ling stepped on the carpet which was clotted into a mass. It was damp and sticky. It was a long time before he vaguely realized that he was stepping on the blood of his alpha.
So gloomy, so gloomy, my old thing, the ground is covered with dried blood, he is dead, my alpha, dead...
From the perspective of the Army Aviation, what is seen is a silhouette.
In front of the window, the bird lay on the man with its arms spread out, as if a sick bird was stretching out its bony wings to protect something. The room was so silent that even the sound of breathing disappeared, making one wonder if the bird had died as well.
"Boom", a slight sound.
The terminal in the man's hand fell to the ground.
The screen automatically lit up, and it was covered with a mess of blood. The dried blood and orange serum made the screen blurry and unable to be touched.
Bai Ling picked it up and saw the last command given by the mermaid.
It’s not about saving me, or revenge, but, “Protect my little bird.”
Protect my bird, his alpha said.
Bai Ling suddenly felt happy, a twisted, chaotic happiness. When people are extremely sad, they will collapse emotionally and fall into complete confusion. He smiled happily, hugged the mermaid who loved him deeply, and repeated softly:
"I love you too. I love you very much. I really love you so much."
Lu Hang's vision flickered, and he seemed to see the bloodless finger move slightly.
But the crazy bird was unaware of anything at this moment.
He didn't know that the beast, in its dying state, would abandon its humanity, revert to its animal nature, and tear apart everything in sight.
Even if it is your most precious treasure.
"Get out of the way!" Lu Hang's breathing stagnated as he watched the man covered in blood sit up, pinch the bird's thin waist, his sharp teeth flashed a cold and cruel light, and he bit directly towards the omega's flexible neck.
"Hmm!" Bai Ling raised his chin high, and the lines of his neck were almost broken.
Gulp, gulp...the clear and thirsty swallowing sound loops in my ears. He had lost too much blood, and was mad with thirst. He anxiously wanted to drink up the container beneath him. The liquid that flowed into his lips was so sour and sweet, and the nails that grabbed his back were so struggling and sharp...
Cute, crazy cute.
A willing vessel to be sacrificed, to be plucked by anyone, yet speaking such words of love.
From tense to relaxed, from relaxed to accommodating.
Bai Ling unconsciously tightened his arms, hugged the alpha's broad back, and embedded himself deeply into the mermaid's chest, so tightly that there was no gap left.
"You are still alive..." He said in a trance, his cheek against the cold hair and his head tilted.
Lu Hang watched this scene from a distance in shock, vaguely smelling a strange warmth. It was clearly a cruel one-sided bite, but due to the obedience of the recipient, it became a tacit consolation between the two parties.
It is so pure that any onlooker will feel their eyes burning when they see it.
“Buzz——”
Startled by the sound of a communication, Bai Ling instantly grabbed the terminal. It was Old Woodpecker calling.
Zhuo Liangmu saw that the other party answered the call immediately and breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank God, you are still awake."
"He's unconscious," Bai Ling regained his composure as usual, "but he's still alive."
Zhuo Liangmu was stunned and immediately asked, "Where are you?"
"Box 001. How long will it take you to arrive?"
"We are already shutting down. Give me three more minutes." Zhuo Liangmu commanded the medical team to get off the aircraft. He also ran all the way, panting. "He was hit by a genetic bomb. It's very troublesome. What are his symptoms now? Has he gone crazy and hurt anyone?"
"No. He drank my blood."
The tone was so bland that Zhuo Liangmu remained silent for several seconds. When he spoke again, he unconsciously changed his address: "Did he bite you?"
Zhuo Liangmu originally thought he would hear displeasure or complaints, but he didn't expect the young bird to just ask calmly:
"Will this help him? Will he feel better if he drinks it?"
"...He has lost too much blood and urgently needs to be replenished with nutrient solution. Blood is indeed a nutrient for the rotten mermaids and will be helpful."
"That's good."
Lu Hang stared into the house. The bird's straight back slowly bent, and its drooped eyes showed an unclear emotion. After he answered the call, he did not push the beast away. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, exposing his slender white neck.
Let the beast's fangs pierce deeply into the flesh.
The bird turned its delicate and clear face, and although its throat was rolling in pain, its expression was relieved and peaceful.
Lu Hang's heart was shaken, and he was reminded of the icon of salvation he had seen in the church. It was so silent, yet so thrilling, that he couldn't help but put down the gun, lit a cigarette with trembling fingers, and smoked it anxiously.
At this time, Zhuo Liangmu just arrived at the door. He held onto the door frame and took a look, and was almost frightened to death.
The little white bird was held in the mermaid's arms and was drunk as if it were a blood bag.
When The One wakes up and finds out what he has done... he will go crazy!
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