The Fallen Merman

Bai Chunian pressed the witch hazel with one hand, and looked back at the pastry chef who was attacked. He was out of control for a while, so he had to put the witch hazel in the clean room, supported his shoulders and instructed: "The killer may not have left yet, are you here? Stay here and don't move."

He tapped the suppressor on the back of Witch Hazel's neck, a delicate instrument so sensitive that if the inmate tried to disassemble it, it would send an alarm to the communicator of the prison guard in charge of his cell.

After the suppressor was broken by Bai Chunian, the red light turned on, indicating that the alarm had been issued.

"Don't come out." Bai Chunian settled the golden worm, and immediately rushed out of the clean room, helped the pastry chef who fell on the ground, and pulled out the syringe stuck on the back of his neck.

The pastry chef twitched all over, his hands tightly grasping Bai Chunian's neckline, like a drowning person grasping a floating dead tree: "My glands are very painful."

Bai Chunian picked up the syringe on the ground, and the pink medicine inside was very recognizable. It was an ac booster, which could directly advance the experimental subject to a growth stage.

"What's the matter?" Bai Chunian picked up the pastry chef, held him under his arm and ran to the injection room, pulled out the blade from the medicine cabinet, and cut a wound under the pastry chef's gland, hoping to get some medicine The fluid is excreted with the blood, but such remedies are of little help.

"I came to change the mosquito coils for him and found no one on the bed, so I turned over his quilt and suddenly someone covered my mouth and stabbed this on me." The pastry chef's pupils began to spread to the whites of his eyes. Originally, only the black part of the eye had six The eyes of the horn-shaped bee compound eyes, the whites of the eyes gradually disappeared, and the entire eyes evolved into dark red compound eyes.

Bai Chunian guessed that the killer of the red-throated bird probably believed that the witch hazel was in the ward and stabbed the wrong person with a single needle.

The ac accelerator can make the experimental body in the incubation period grow to the mature stage immediately, and can also catalyze the experimental body in the mature stage to the deterioration stage.

Even Bai Chunian has never seen the test subjects in the deterioration stage, because the test subjects in the deterioration stage are out of control, so when the test subjects show signs of deterioration, the institute will pour them into the sulfuric acid pool to dispose of them in the weak period before the deterioration. At this time, the experimental body may have high temperature resistance ability and cause incineration failure. Once the experimental body enters the deterioration period, it is equivalent to the expiration date of the item and must be destroyed.

It seems that the red-throated bird has put a lot of effort into killing the witch hazel. If this needle is really stuck on the witch hazel, there will only be two results. One is that the witch hazel deteriorates and is killed by the armed police, and the other is the golden hazel. Hazel worms run out of control and escape from prison, both of which could keep the secret they want Hammer worms to keep buried forever.

No one thought things would turn out like this.

Judging from the current situation, it is inevitable that the pastry chef will deteriorate, but the difference between sooner and later, when he deteriorates, it is really difficult to handle.

Bai Chunian put his hand on the suppressor on the back of the pastry chef's neck. As long as he pulled the suppressor hard, the tiny bomb inside the suppressor would destroy the gland and kill the pastry chef.

The pastry chef clutched Bai Chunian's collar tightly, climbed up weakly and hugged his neck, knelt on the ground and begged: "Don't kill me, I don't want to die, please, you are very capable, right, save me, save me, I don't want to. The sentence has been reduced, I can stay here and cook forever, and I will never go out again.”

Bai Chunian's breathing became heavy, and his cold fingers pressed against the suppressor on the back of his neck, unable to move up or down. In the past, he could kill the same kind without blinking, but the pastry chef was different. He was an omega so weak that he would be overwhelmed and ran to prison to surrender himself, eager to reduce his sentence and live in the sun like a human one day in the future.

In the ten seconds he hesitated, the situation had unknowingly become out of control.

The pastry chef's hand grabbed his forearm, and the skin that touched the pastry chef's palm was rotting, rotting into colorful pus. The pus dripped on the ground and turned into candy, and one by one it jumped off on the ground.

The belated pain finally made Bai Chunian wake up. He shook off the pastry chef and took a few steps back with his forearm. His back slammed against the wall. There was no blood, and all the wounded flesh was covered in rainbow syrup, dripping sticky.

"Ah," Bai Chunian squeezed his upper arm, his face twisted and his head raised, panting, the pain of burning and rotting skin was unbearable even for him.

The pastry chef stared blankly at his hands with colorful syrup flowing, and looked at Bai Chunian in horror: "I'm sorry it's not me, I didn't want to hurt you, I don't know why."

The alarms in the whole building were ringing, and the armed police who were responsible for guarding the guardian building had already lined up following the alarms that were ringing throughout the building, and pressed them with explosion-proof shields in their hands.

Du Mo stood at the entrance of the stairs, in the brightly lit corridor, raised his pistols at Bai Chunian: "How did you come out with your hands up?"

Bai Chunian hissed and sucked in the cool air, and raised his chin towards the pastry chef who was kneeling on the ground: "Don't face me, face him, it's useless, now it's useless to face anyone, you tell the armed police not to Come here, surround him where he is, watch him, and then go to the International Police Service to bring howitzers and anesthesia drones to support."

The situation was urgent, Du Mo didn't know who to believe, so he could only have someone report the riot in the prison tonight to the warden.

Bell Bird, who is in charge of the prisoners in the severe prison area, also brought a team of armed police, wearing prison uniforms, with guns in both hands, blocking their way on the other side of the corridor.

The witch hazel belongs to the bell bird. After the suppressor on the back of his neck alarms, the first person to receive the alarm is the bell bird.

"It's just right." Bai Chunian took a while to relieve the pain, leaned against the wall and walked to the door of the cleaning room, dragged the witch worm out, and pushed it to the bell bird, "Go to the confinement room, don't wander around here. "

He was not sure how many red-throated bird killers there were, nor how many ac boosters they had in their hands.

"You just trap him here, and wait for the police officers to bring equipment to support him. Don't approach him." Bai Chunian bit the hem of his clothes and tore a piece of cloth down to wrap the wound.

Du Mo still didn't put down his gun: "Where are you going?"

Bai Chunian had already taken off his prison uniform jacket, leaving only a black vest. He kicked the glass of the ward with one foot, bent the iron fence with all his strength, and grabbed the upper edge of the window with both hands, his muscles tightened and he rolled up the whole person.

The sniper outside the guardianship building was instructed to immediately kill the wanted target as long as it was identified. Bai Chunian climbed up the outer wall of the building with dense searchlights, and countless sniper muzzles were aimed at him, but he climbed very quickly and quickly. Flexible, dodged in anticipation of the sniper's shooting position, and turned in through the windows on the upper two floors of the guardianship building.

The corridors on every floor were brightly lit, and sirens blared in the sky.

Bai Chunian studied the internal structure of each building in the prison before he came in, and after he came in, he confirmed his analysis on the spot. According to the direction that the shadow escaped just now, Bai Chunian was sure that he had not escaped from the building, because the outside had already Surrounded by armed police.

The killer may have discovered that he had killed the wrong person. If he was threatened by the red-throated bird to kill the witch hazel, he would trade his life for the witch hazel to die.

Bai Chunian pricked up his ears and listened to the sounds of breathing and footsteps covered by the siren.

He slowly moved forward along the corridor, and his footsteps landed without making a sound, just like a lion that was quietly approaching for an opportunity to hunt.

The door of one of the wards was tightly closed, which aroused Bai Chunian's vigilance. He walked slowly to the door, and a pool of viscous bright red blood gradually seeped out from under the crack of the door.

The moment Bai Chunian broke through the door, the people inside suddenly fired, and five bullets pierced through the door and flew towards Bai Chunian.

Bai Chunian's natural reaction speed is fast. When he heard the light trigger in the door, he immediately turned over and avoided him, but the speed of the bullet was still much faster than his, and the last bullet was deeply driven into his ribs. .

However, the killer in the door also temporarily disturbed his hearing because of the explosion of these guns. Bai Chunian kicked the door open, and the door panel suddenly knocked the killer behind the door three steps away.

Bai Chunian rushed over and grabbed him. The other party was not weak. He was about the same size as Bai Chunian. At first glance, he looked like a trainer, and he had a gun in his hand.

On the ground lay the body of a prison guard whose gun was snatched from the guard's gun belt.

"Don't meddle in your own business." The killer stared at him coldly, his eyes that were dead as if they were at home did not waver.

"It's true that you want to protect your family, but if it gets in the way of my mission, I can't let you do it." Bai Chunian squatted slightly, his left hand protected his chin, and his right was in front of the front. This was a fight without the support of glands.

The opponent is an Australian dragonfly alpha, and his inherent ability is attack speed. He moves extremely fast, not to mention he has a gun in his hand.

The bullet hole under Bai Chunian's rib is still bleeding, and he can't get anything cheap in front of an opponent who is good at speed.

Dragonfly tried a few tricks before sneering: "Left-handed"

So he attacked Bai Chunian's slightly weak right side even more fiercely. Bai Chunian's right hand had not recovered from the corroded injury, and it was difficult to guard against it. A mouthful of warm, stuffy blood choked in his throat.

If only Lu Yan was here, that little guy was faster and more cunning in melee combat. Whether it was him or Rimbaud, both recognized Lu Yan's melee talent.

Knowing that he was at a disadvantage, Bai Chunian grabbed the broken door and rolled his body on the spot. The killer also had his eyes red, and threw himself on Bai Chunian's body. superior.

Bai Chunian firmly controlled his wrist and gun, trying to keep the muzzle away from his throat, his elbow suddenly pushed into his elbow socket, forcing him to waste a bullet.

The bullet hit the tiled floor next to Bai Chunian's face, and the shards of the blasted porcelain scraped several thin bloodstains on the faces of the two of them.

The bullet was emptied, Dragonfly alpha simply threw the gun and focused on hand-to-hand combat. Bai Chunian didn't let him get his wish, grabbed his entire arm and threw the dragonfly into the stairwell.

The dragonfly held on to Bai Chunian desperately, and the two rolled down the stairwell together, the hydraulic door closed automatically, and the human eye suddenly entered the darkness from a bright place, and they would become blind for a short period of time. in the dark.

The position where Dragonfly fell was lower than that of Bai Chunian. This fall also made him sober. Instead of fighting with Bai Chunian to the death, he groped downstairs.

He hid in Tibet in the chaotic debris in the Middle East, causing trouble for Bai Chunian to pursue him, but there was no sound behind him. Dragonfly thought he was not chasing, so he concentrated on running down.

Suddenly I felt a chill in my neck, as if a sharp object had slipped through the carotid artery.

He touched it, and felt a warm, sticky patch, and smelled maybe blood.

Bai Chunian stood silently behind him, holding a **** blade between his fingers.

The moment he fell into the stairwell, he changed the bandage wrapped around his left eye to his right eye. The injured left eye had already recovered, and he had been wearing the bandage to hide the chip and avoid surprise inspection.

The bandaged left eye is opaque and can suddenly adapt to the dark. From the moment he fell into the stairwell, Bai Chunian has mastered the entire trajectory of his prey.

The dragonfly lost the ability to resist due to a large amount of blood loss, but it would not die in a short time. Bai Chunian held his neck with a strip of cloth and dragged the half-dead body back to the floor where he was just now. In the corridor of the medical staff, in full view, he dragged the killer's collar all the way back, with a long trail of blood trailing behind him.

He threw the dragonfly to the armed police: "It's still alive, if it's cured, it can be tried."

Du Mo was in shock and stared blankly at Bai Chunian, who was covered in dried blood.

A siren sounded from the window, and four helicopters from the International Police Department rushed to the outside of the custody building. A drone carrying a special anesthetic agent flew in through the window and fired at the pastry chef, who had fainted on the ground.

Bai Chunian stared at the pastry chef, the drone locked him, and opened the hatch to launch a special anesthetic.

Suddenly, the pastry chef arched his body and pushed out a pair of translucent bee wings from behind.

Bai Chunian realized the danger, jumped forward, grabbed the anesthetic needle that was still ready to be launched in the drone cabin, pulled it down, rolled forward, and stabbed the dessert chef at the back of the neck.

The pastry chef suddenly raised his head, his face completely turned into a bee, and there were many ontological features on his entire body, his wings fluttered, and a harsh buzzing sounded.

"Retreat, hurry up." Bai Chunian was the first to react, but it was too late. The armed policemen who were approaching the dessert chef with handcuffs melted instantly and rotted into pools of rainbow syrup.

Du Mo widened his eyes, grabbed the grid gun and fired it at him, before pulling the trigger, the pastry chef flew straight towards him with a buzzing sound.

"You idiot, you still want to confront him." Bai Chunian threw Du Mo, and the dessert chef flew over their heads. His sharp wings cut the load-bearing wall into two extremely deep ravines, and the ceiling began to collapse.

Du Mo grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted hoarsely: "Get out of the building and hand it over to the police station"

The pastry chef gains flight ability and area infection ability after deteriorating. As long as he gets close to him within a certain range, he will immediately rot into syrup.

The helicopter of the International Police Agency was equipped with a howitzer specially designed to deal with the experimental body. The grenade flew all over the sky for a while, blasting deep pits on the ground, and splashing countless sand and leaves.

The pastry chef flew very fast, and the buildings he went were rotting, the surrounding buildings deformed, softened and collapsed like rotten persimmons, and colorful syrup dripped out of the collapsed gaps in the buildings.

He was like a giant bee dealing with the helicopter in the air. A helicopter was picked up by him, softened and fell in the air, and turned into colored syrup together with the police officers above.

Everyone was shocked by the destructive power he showed, and Bai Chunian was no exception. The power of the deteriorating experimental body was far beyond his imagination.

"There are only so many resident police officers, and now it's too late to dispatch from various countries." Du Mo's fingertips were shaking, and he was clutching the walkie-talkie and didn't dare to press the talk button.

Bai Chunian took off the bandage on his eyes, took out a tiny chip from under his eyelids, and stuck it on the suppressor combination lock on the back of his neck.

Three seconds later, the code was deciphered, and the suppressor fell off his neck.

Du Mo's eyes widened, his trembling hand raised the pistol to the back of Bai Chunian's neck: "What do you want to do?"

"International Prison does not have the qualifications to supervise the experimental subjects. All these materials will be sent back to ioa, and your proposal will be rejected." Bai Chunian turned his gun away, "I advise you to immediately, now, immediately seek emergency help from ioa."

The police station on the high seas has already sent help to the headquarters, and the international police can only make a request for assistance to the PBB peacekeeping force, so the pbb should ask the ioa group stationed closest to the international prison to take the lead in providing assistance.

A helicopter painted with the ioa Freedom Bird logo rises above the International Prison.

Xiao Xun reclined on the helicopter, holding the hanging sniper rifle to aim coldly, the vines of Bilan rose from the four corners of the open space, controlling the dessert chef at a height where he could not escape the prison wall, and gradually reduced the encirclement.

Holding the laptop, Han Xingqian stated in a low voice in the communicator: "Deteriorating the differentiation ability of the pastry chef j1 "beeping knife wings": The edge of the wings has the ability to cut like a chainsaw, so that his own flight is not hindered at the same time.

Deteriorating Pastry Chef's m2 differentiation ability "Honey Flow Color": a group injury type ability, randomly select ten targets for saccharification. The targets are not limited to living bodies. When the named person's level is lower than him, it will immediately rot into syrup and die. At the same time, he can consume glandular energy to resist saccharification. When the energy is exhausted, it will rot into syrup and die completely. If the level is higher than him, it will not saccharification. Unless there is physical contact, the contact surface will be saccharified. "

Lan Bo landed on the ground with a micro-charge in each hand, causing a circle of blue lightning ripples on the ground, landing next to Bai Chunian and handing him a set of communicators.

Du Mo clenched his pistol: "Are you ready to hide in an ambush nearby? Our radar can't detect it."

"No, I really didn't expect things to turn out like this." Bai Chunian's wound healed as the suppressor fell off, and he moved his wrist lightly, his face solemn:

"This is not in my plan at all. I have never seen a deteriorating experimental body. I am not sure to subdue it. This is a disaster, and the mission can only end here."

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