From Prisoner to Si Chen

Early the next morning.

Jilan and other two groups of gravediggers left the underground miasma shelter in the western military zone of the town and took a bus to the Blood Harbor.

After nearly twenty minutes of driving, the vehicle slowly drove into the North District area, close to the port dock.

Gilan sat in the passenger seat, looked up, and saw a scarlet harbor from the window.

Under the gloomy sky, the sea of ​​blood took on a dark red color, which was quite disturbing.

There was not a single soul on the shore, leaving only a few empty trestles and a few damaged but unattended small fishing boats.

Several huge metal booms are stained with blood stains from when they towed red whales in the past. They have not been cleaned yet and are covered with black spots.

As a gust of wind blew by, it blew the heavy crane arm, making a loud creaking sound.

A pungent fishy smell penetrated into Gilan's nasal cavity through the car window, making him frown slightly.

Not long after.

Nine military black pickup trucks stopped at the pier, and Gillan and others got out of the car one after another.

Colonel Torre was accompanied by two teams of fifty soldiers, each fully armed with helmets and military uniforms and loaded with guns and ammunition. He wore an anti-miasma mask on his face and took an anti-miasma pill before setting off to combat the high concentration of miasma.

"Ms. Teresa, everyone, please come with me."

Colonel Torre raised his hand and gestured for everyone to go to the dock on the side of the pier.

"The requisitioned medium-sized whaling ship is temporarily parked in the Blood Harbor dock."

"Yes." Ms. Teresa nodded.

She glanced back at Maiev, who was still sitting in the car, who smiled slightly and returned the gesture.

On the pickup truck that Maiev was driving were twelve "D1-type" whale oil batteries that she and Gillan found from the MacMillan Energy Factory.

The black pickup truck followed the crowd all the way to the dock gate.

Colonel Torre took out the walkie-talkie from his chest and said:

"Squad 7, report the situation."

The walkie-talkie made a rustling sound, and then a soldier's angry voice came:

"Everything is normal, sir."

"Very good." Colonel Torre said and stuffed the walkie-talkie back into his breast pocket.

He took the lead into the dock door, and everyone followed closely, all the way to the interior.

However, the huge factory building was empty.

"Something's wrong..." Colonel Torre's expression changed, and he raised his arm to make a gesture.

Uh-huh!

The accompanying soldiers immediately raised their guns and alerted the surroundings.

"Where are the soldiers stationed here?"

The colonel turned around and asked the adjutant.

The latter was startled and said quickly:

"Sir, I was in contact with Team 7 when I came here. Everything was normal...and, didn't you just use the radio to inquire?"

Hearing this, Colonel Torre took out the walkie-talkie again, pressed the red button, and said in a deep voice:

"Squad 7, report the situation again."

Sigh...

The soldier's voice came:

"Everything is normal, sir."

The tone and speed of speech are almost exactly the same as before.

Colonel Torre suddenly felt something strange. He was silent for a few seconds and then asked:

"State your identification number, soldier."

"Everything is normal, sir."

In an instant, the expressions of Colonel Torre and the adjutant beside him changed slightly.

Ms. Teresa frowned slightly.

The gravediggers such as Renault, Muguer and Kaya also looked at each other and their eyes were fixed.

There's obviously something wrong with the "soldier" over the radio!

"Go in and take a look!"

Colonel Torre waved his hand and ordered.

The soldiers held their guns and rushed forward in an orderly manner with heavy steps.

There was a sudden rush of footsteps, followed by a bang. The leading second lieutenant kicked open the big iron door and led the team in.

The smell of blood hit his nostrils.

"Damn it!" The adjutant couldn't help but curse in a low voice when he saw the scene inside the factory. "All members of the seventh team were killed!"

Colonel Torre and Ms. Teresa walked in front, and Guillen followed the other gravediggers in.

What came into view were the broken limbs and blood stains on the walls and floor.

A dozen soldiers originally stationed here were all confirmed dead. One of the soldiers was sitting in the corner with a walkie-talkie in his breast pocket, flashing a green light.

A white "thin snake" emerged from his left eye socket, opening and closing its mouth toward the walkie-talkie, spitting out a message and saying in a human voice:

"Everything is normal, sir."

The voice was exactly the same as that of a man wearing an anti-miasma mask, and it was impossible to tell the difference.

Everyone present felt chills standing on end.

"What is this stuff?!"

Colonel Torre stared at the soldier's corpse, with white snakes emerging from his eyes, his pupils trembling.

The soldiers around him were holding guns and aiming at this strange creature that spoke human words.

Ji Lan recognized this thing, it was the "Autumn Sang Parasite".

Snapped!

Ms. Teresa took a step forward, struck with lightning speed, grabbed the white snake's thin neck with precision, and pulled it out of the eye socket of the soldier's corpse.

Bah--

The tail of the white snake was actually filled with blood vessels and nerve tissue like roots. Once Teresa forcibly pulled it out, drops of blood spattered everywhere. Within a few seconds, he lost his vitality and became as limp as mud.

Ms. Teresa packed the white snake's body in a box and handed it to Renault, seemingly intending to take it back for study.

"It's an ancient parasite."

Then, she turned to Colonel Torre and said.

"During my investigation, I found that the Blood Harbor Gang was secretly researching this parasite... Perhaps the soldier in charge of guarding the dock was killed by them."

"They don't take our military seriously at all!"

Lieutenant Colonel Torre seemed to know what the Blood Harbor Gang did, and his face was ugly.

Teresa pointed to one side with a blank expression.

"The Blood Harbor Gang is deliberately hindering our actions."

Everyone turned their heads to look in the direction of the lady's finger.

In the empty square pit, a medium-sized whaling ship hung by a crane was in tatters, and the hull was seriously damaged.

Lieutenant Colonel Torre ordered several soldiers to jump onto the ship for inspection.

After a while, the soldiers came to report.

"Report to the commander, the engine of this medium-sized whaling ship was damaged by external forces and can no longer be started normally."

"Damn..."

Lieutenant Colonel Torre looked ugly.

And the second group of gravediggers also frowned.

The whaling ship they had finally found was destroyed. Even if they collected whale oil batteries, it would be useless.

This mission was stuck here.

"Does your military have any ships? Send one to escort us out."

Ms. Theresa said lightly.

"I'm really sorry, ma'am."

Lieutenant Colonel Torre said in a deep voice.

"The whale oil batteries used by military ships are special models, but the McMillan Energy Plant has stopped working and cut off the supply. And our backup energy has been consumed, causing the military to have long lost control of the sea near Blood Harbor."

He looked at Ms. Theresa's gloomy expression and quickly added:

"There should be many small fishing boats on the parliament side, and we can ask them for help. Although small fishing boats cannot sail far, a journey of more than 100 nautical miles will not be a problem as long as some 'C3 type' batteries are stored on board."

"Yeah." Ms. Theresa responded indifferently. "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, please inform the local council and ask them to send someone to contact us. The sooner the better. We don't have time to waste."

"Okay, ma'am." Lieutenant Colonel Torre took a deep breath and signaled to his adjutant. The latter quickly took out his radio and sent a message to the underground miasma shelter.

About an hour later.

Two cars drove to the door of the dock.

Eight people came down from above.

They were all dressed in suits and ties, and they were wearing anti-miasma masks. They were obviously official personnel.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, Ms. Theresa, I am Councillor Royce of the Deep Autumn Town Council. This is my secretary and clerk."

A middle-aged man in the lead walked forward with a smile on his face.

"After I received the notice, I hurried over... I heard that you need small fishing boats. After the miasma outbreak, the council just collected a batch and temporarily parked them in the Blood Harbor Shipyard."

"It's just that in order to maintain the energy expenditure of the underground miasma shelter during this period, whale oil batteries are really tight."

Royce said in embarrassment.

Kaya took a step forward and was about to scold.

Ms. Theresa raised her hand to stop her and said to the congressman lightly:

"The Imperial Special Operations Department has the highest priority, please cooperate... You don't need to allocate too much energy, just the whale oil batteries needed for a small fishing boat to go back and forth."

"This..." Royce hesitated. "Sorry, I may not be able to make the decision. I need to call the parliament to discuss it. After all, energy is too scarce."

"If there is a lack of battery supply, the parliament's underground miasma shelter may not be able to operate. There are nearly a thousand survivors there."

He raised his eyes and found twelve large "D1 type" whale oil batteries piled in the corner, and his eyes lit up.

"How about you give those whale oil batteries to our parliament, and we will exchange them with "C3 type"... Anyway, the small fishing boat can't use them."

Ms. Theresa fell silent.

Although Lieutenant Colonel Torre felt that the parliament was taking advantage of this critical moment and was just asking for trouble, there seemed to be no other way at the moment.

The reason given by the parliament was also reasonable. It was to protect nearly a thousand survivors, so they were unwilling to give up the scarce energy.

"You don't understand what the 'Second Level Nightmare Monument' means..."

Ms. Theresa sighed and shook her head.

"Mr. Royce, take these 'D1' whale oil batteries, but please send the 'C3' batteries needed for small fishing boats as soon as possible."

"Thank you for your generosity, ma'am."

Royce's face lit up and he said quickly.

"Don't worry, we will definitely send the batteries as soon as possible."

As he said that, he waved his hand, and the secretary and several clerks worked together to move the pile of "D1" whale oil batteries to the car.

At this time, Maiwei frowned and walked forward, whispering:

"Ms. Theresa, those are the whale oil batteries we found with great difficulty..."

"The whaling ship has been destroyed, and there is no point in keeping it."

Ms. Theresa said with a gloomy face.

"We have only one goal, and that is to set sail as soon as possible! We can't delay any longer!"

Gilan stood aside, but remained silent.

He felt that all this was too coincidental.

The medium-sized whaling ship was destroyed overnight, and the people in the council took advantage of the righteousness to divide up the batch of "D1" whale oil batteries.

Jilan remembered the information he got from the "Midnight Rose" last night. The Deep Autumn Town Council had already colluded with the Blood Harbor Gang, so the scene in front of him was probably their plan.

"Wait."

He suddenly said.

Everyone present was stunned.

The secretary and several clerks who were carrying the batteries stopped, but Congressman Royce waved his hand, telling them not to pay attention and continue carrying them.

He then turned his head and said with a flattering smile:

"What's the matter, sir?"

"I said stop."

Ji Lan said coldly with an expressionless face.

As he spoke, he took out the alchemy revolver "Echo" from his waist and pointed it at the middle-aged congressman's head.

"I count to three, if you don't stop, you will die."

"this……"

Congressman Royce looked at the black muzzle of the gun in front of him and his pupils shrank.

He noticed the cold eyes of the blond young man and knew that if he didn't do what he was told, he might really get his head shot.

"Secretary Fabric, you guys stop first!"

Councilor Royce shouted loudly.

At this time, several people carrying the "D1 type" whale oil battery stopped their movements and turned their heads to look at the scene, not daring to say anything.

Colonel Torre, all the soldiers present, and even the gravediggers such as Renault, Mgul, and Maiev, all looked at Gilan silently, not knowing his intentions.

However, despite Ms. Teresa’s waving gesture, no one stopped her.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

Councilor Royce wiped his sweat and asked in confusion.

Gilan turned his head and said to Colonel Torre:

"Send someone to the Blood Harbor Shipyard to see if what he said is true... I suspect there is no small fishing boat reserve there at all."

Hearing this, Councilor Royce's face changed slightly and he quickly said:

"How can this be!"

"Shut up." Jilan said coldly. "I now suspect that you have committed treason. Kneel down immediately, otherwise you will be shot on the spot."

"How dare you treat a congressman like this?!"

Royce felt extremely humiliated and said angrily.

Click.

Gilan did not answer, but silently moved the hammer.

Royce's heart was beating fast. After all, he didn't dare to risk his life. He gritted his teeth, looked calm, and slowly knelt down.

"Colonel Torre?"

Ji Lan said calmly without looking back.

"I already have evidence that the Late Autumn Town Council colludes with the Blood Harbor gang... Is your military also involved?"

"You don't naively think that if we don't take action, it means we don't have the ability to kill all of you, right?"

Hearing this, Colonel Torre's expression tightened.

"Mr. Gillan, don't get me wrong!"

He quickly gestured and asked the adjutant to lead a group of soldiers to the Blood Harbor Shipyard on the other side of the dock.

After a while.

The adjutant returned with the people again. He was sweating profusely, his face turned pale, and he said uneasily:

"Sir...sir, there are indeed more than twenty small fishing boats stored at the shipyard."

Everyone's expressions softened.

However, the adjutant then added:

"But the engines of those fishing boats were all damaged, and none of them could sail normally..."

"What a plan." Ms. Teresa sneered. "Determined to hinder our movement."

At this time, Jilan suddenly heard a ding.

His spiritual vision unfolded on its own, and he "saw" a golden exclamation point appear above his head.

This exclamation point was not even noticed by Ms. Teresa, who was a level 4 Kusei next to her.

Ji Lan's eyes moved.

He pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom! !

Representative Royce, who was kneeling on the ground, was shot in the head on the spot, and his blood and bones were scattered everywhere.