CH 114
The leaves of the fir trees planted in the garden of Shaojin Mansion had turned red with the change of seasons. Currently, Domino leaned into the cushions of the bay window, sketching in his notepad.
The previous page of the notepad recorded the incident of Bai Chunian’s uncontrolled rampage in M Harbor, causing his M2 ability of Annihilation to reach the point where it could sweep through a hundred people.
Crawler sat opposite him with a lollipop in his mouth, typing on his laptop, keeping his eyes on the screen, “That is to say, the current differentiation level of Divine Envoy has probably exceeded M2 grade?”
“En, I felt a higher power fluctuation but couldn’t tell exactly what it was.”
Regardless of whether it was a human or an experimental subject, the differentiation grade was difficult to externally detect. Only when they used their differentiation ability could the emitted pheromones allow others to judge their level. That was to say, if a person’s differentiation grade reached M2 grade, but he had only shown his J1 ability in front of others, others would only be able to determine that he had reached the J1 grade based on his pheromones, unable to tell his true grade.
Crawler complained, “You were so close to him, couldn’t you have picked up more information before you came back?”
Domino pouted and summoned a few red butterflies with blue polarized patterns to fly around his fingertips while saying, “At that time, if I touched Bai Chunian, Rimbaud would have eaten me alive without hesitation. You know, in his eyes, we are all ants, no different from normal humans.”
“Just be content with it, okay? I was already lucky that I ran fast when the anomaly radar was activated, otherwise, I would have been thrown in jail too.” He held his face to admire the butterflies that became even more beautiful, still happy about them being blessed by Rimbaud, “That said, you’re taking the other four in the IOA secret agent team too lightly. They’re not experimental subjects but they’re clearly showing enough potential to fight. If you don’t take them seriously, you will surely suffer a big loss. Don’t blame me for not warning you.”
“Have you figured it out, what happened to the gun of Golden Silk Spider?”
Crawler turned his laptop in Domino’s direction, “Here.”
Crawler’s M2 differentiation ability, “Earth Parallel Plane,” could convert target entities into data and then perform a textual conversion to obtain a detailed analysis of the target.
In simple analogy, it was the ability to transcribe the data of the entire planet and make a 3D game version where all objectively existing inanimate objects could be pulled from the item bar to view their details.
“The special equipment installed on Golden Silk Spider’s gun is called ‘Silk Explosion’.” Crawler pointed to a few lines of text on the laptop screen to show him.
Weapon Name: Silk Explosion
Production Material: Glands in connection with one another and are 100% compatible
Rarity: 4 stars
Special Ability: A weapon equipped with a Silk Explosion Magazine will become a powerful weapon with infinite bullets, a human hit by it will instantly have their body explode into spider silk, and hitting an experimental subject will have the effect of prolonging the subject’s self-healing time.
“Wow, cool.” Domino read the words curiously, “But I pretty much understood the gist of Golden Silk Spider’s weapon while watching. I’m more interested to know about the scythe Rimbaud gave to Bai Chunian.”
Crawler grimaced. Although his M2 ability was powerful, it consumed a lot of his energy and was not easy to use. Moreover, the rarity of the items was different, and thus there was a variability in the amount of energy required. Given these factors, caution was required when using this ability.
“I’ll try,” said Crawler, who was also very curious to know what was behind that terrifyingly powerful weapon from Electro-optic Phantom and Divine Envoy.
He typed a line of code on his laptop, and the screen gradually showed the shape of the scythe that Rimbaud made using Steel Hydration to solidify the blood of the corpses. The text appeared line by line, similar to a reading progress bar.
Weapon Name: Dead Sea Heart Scythe
Production Material: A collection of all creatures that have died in the ocean.
Special Ability:
The data read got stuck on that line, and then a series of unknown errors occurred. Crawler tried to re-read it, only to have blood from his nose drip onto the keyboard as he entered a new code. He wiped it, froze, and immediately closed his laptop, unplugged it, and stopped the use of his M2 ability.
“Achoo.”
Rimbaud was soaking in the fish tank watching TV when he suddenly sneezed and spewed out a string of tiny jellyfish that spread out in the tank and slowly swam away.
“Got a cold?” Bai Chunian picked up the empty glass on the coffee table, scooped up some water from the fish tank, and handed it to him. “Drink more cool water.”
The water in the fish tank was extremely clean, and there was no worry about having to change the water either. As long as Rimbaud soaked in it, the water quality would be recycled and purified to the quality of drinking water, which was even cleaner than the mineral water sold in the supermarkets.
“Nope,” Rimbaud plopped down on the edge of the tank and lifted his tail from the water, patting the surface, “Come in for a dip? It’s been a full eight minutes since we’ve been intimate with each other, I feel so lonely.”
“Nah, I’ll surely have joint pain from the cold if I soak again this season,” Bai Chunian leaned on the coffee table to draw a map. On the coffee table, there was a topographic map and the patrol schedule of the International Prison.
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Rimbaud climbed out and pushed the fish tank towards Bai Chunian before dipping back in and leaning over the rim of the tank to watch him draw.
“Do you want to go to the International Prison to investigate?” Rimbaud smiled disapprovingly, “You can’t get in, the old guy knows that you are mine, and they dare not touch you.”
He didn’t want Xiao Bai to leave his side at all, not even for a minute.
“Don’t make trouble, it’s serious business.” To persuade this stubborn and paranoid fish, Bai Chunian tried to convince him with reason, “Currently, the global forces have three differing attitudes towards us. The first is a supply and purchase chain headed by the 109 Research Institute, which aims to create experimental subjects and then sell them. If one has money, one can buy and use them.”
“The second is the IOA Alliance, which advocates the prohibition of the creation of experimental subjects and promotes the recognition of the human rights of existing experimental subjects.”
“The third is the International Prison, which proposes the imprisonment or eradication of the experimental subjects.”
“Both the first and third are going to extremes. In fact, only the second is the most beneficial to our future.” Bai Chunian said, “Don’t you think we should do something?”
Rimbaud sneered, “Isn’t it because President Bunny proposed it?”
“Aiya.” Bai Chunian reached out and rubbed his face, “You’re at it again. Omegas all over the world are your rivals in love. How can I be this charming? I am really just an ordinary alpha. No one will rob me from you.”
“Okay, you can do whatever you want.” Rimbaud said.
“The problem right now is that there are a lot of experimental subjects, and they’re not exactly in a state of official rebellion. Some of them are really bad, but then again, it’s expected that you’ll be psychologically insane when you’ve been imprisoned since you were a kid.” Bai Chunian gestured to himself, “There are really very few like me.”
Rimbaud listened carefully to him and asked him, “Why haven’t you become like that?” ”
“I don’t know either.” Bai Chunian answered as he held a pencil in his mouth and looked down to measure the drawing, then took the computer to calculate the scale. “Because of you, I guess.”
“Actually, I just look normal. It doesn’t matter to us whether we are mentally distorted or not, as long as we can control our behavior.” Bai Chunian brushed the rubber shavings off the paper, raised it to look at it, and casually said, “Let’s wrap it up. I’m going to take a shower, my arms are covered in lead.”
Rimbaud lifted his fishtail out of the water and reeled him in, “Come on.”
“No, I want a hot shower, hehe,” Bai Chunian said as he ran to the bathroom door in a flash, lifting the hem of his shirt upwards to take it off.
The lines of his abdomen and side waist stretched as he undressed, and Rimbaud’s name embedded in the white skin showed.
Rimbaud tilted his head to admire the beautiful boy’s body, and his damp voice was low and seductive, “Obe?”
Bai Chunian’s hand that pulled his clothes paused uncomfortably. He then turned and tried to close the door of the bathroom.
A hand was wedged on the door as Rimbaud quickly jumped out of the fish tank, climbed up the ceiling to the bathroom door, and held the bathroom door with his hand to prevent it from closing, almost hitting his hand when it closed.
“You always avoid this topic. Isn’t that kind of experience good for you?” Rimbaud got into the bathroom and sat on the marble countertop next to the sink, and his fishtail hooked around Bai CHunian’s slender legs.
“I cherish our current relationship.” Bai Chunian turned his head to look away, “So, sex is a bit vulgar.”
All his talk was just talk in the end. Truthfully, his experience of being tasked to reproduce in the past made him ashamed and remorseful every time he got pleasure from doing this kind of thing.
Rimbaud put his arms around his neck and intently looked at him, “Poor child, they really hurt you, psychologically, irreversibly.”
“I will teach you little by little. You have to learn this way of expressing love.” Rimbaud climbed on top of him, wrapped his fish tail around his legs to support his body, and hugged him from behind, “Everything will be fine.”
“Let’s do the easiest thing today.” Rimbaud held the back of his hot hand hanging by his side and let him look at himself in the mirror, “We’ll do it with our hands.”
After a long time, the phone outside the bathroom rang twice. Bai Chunian put on his bathrobe and walked out to answer the phone.
Han Xingqian, “We successfully uncovered the spider silk on the mummy’s face, and the appearance is well preserved. The president was a little restless after seeing it. Come and take a look too, there might be a clue.”
“En,” Bai Chunian’s voice was hoarse. It was hard to see with the bandage over his left eye, but his right eye was bloodshot.
Han Xingqian, “What took you so long to answer the phone, you just woke up?”
“Do you have to ask? It’s really not suitable for single people to listen.” Bai Chunian said.
“…” The call was cut off.
They gathered in the conference room of the Medical Association, where photographs of their dissection were projected on hologram screens.
Experts successfully removed the spider silk from the mummy’s face in a sterile room, revealing a handsome face that was indistinguishable from a living person. After a quick scan, the spider silk was sewed back to avoid accidental internal decay.
The scanned photos were projected onto the screen. The Technology Department investigated all the information about the alpha and found that he was Shao Wenjing, the president of a medical equipment company, who disappeared five years ago, and it was not until this year that the news of his death was disclosed.
Mr. Shao was unmarried and had been living abroad with his younger biological brother, Shao Wenchi. Unfortunately, six years ago, Shao Wenchi was kidnapped, and soon, Mr. Shao himself was nowhere to be found. After the news of Mr. Shao’s death was revealed, the property under his name was silently transferred, and the Shao brothers disappeared from this world without a trace.
What’s more outrageous was that many people felt that this was done by Lu Shangjin, because when they were young and vigorous, the two had been enemies. However, no one dared to say it due to Lu Shangjin’s status and methods.
When Bai Chunian walked into the consultation room, President Yan had just broken a table.
He approached Han Xingqian and whispered, “What’s wrong?”
Han Xingqian showed him the lab report, “After comparing the DNA of the spider silk with Shao Wenchi, it was confirmed that Golden Silk Spider is Shao Wenchi.”
“This is the first time we’ve come across an example of a direct transformation from a human adult to an experimental subject.”
Han Xingqian opened the previous file, “He was unlike No. 408 Clown Samael. Samael was cultured from human embryos—that is to say, a fertilized egg is cultivated in vitro through certain techniques, cultured with drugs to induce differentiation, and finally grows up as an experimental subject. From some perspectives, we do not consider him human. Golden Silk Spider had been human before and was forcibly modified at the age of 17. What this transformation has done to his body is uncertain. After all, we don’t have any contact with him now.”
Because of this incident, President Yan was furious. He spent nearly 20 years building the IOA Alliance to protect the omegas, but someone caught a living person for experimentation right under his nose. The 109 Research Institute was completely provoking him.
“President, don’t be angry.” In the stiff atmosphere, Bai Chunian interjected inappropriately.
Yan Yi raised his head and was stunned to see Bai Chunian.
“?” Bai Chunian looked down at his pants. He came out too quickly; it should not be stained with anything that should not be stained, right?
Yan Yi waved his hand to let everyone go out, leaving only Bai Chunian behind.
“Why didn’t you leave?” Yan Yi put on his uniform coat, took out a lighter from his pocket, and lit a fine cigarette.
The president didn’t normally smoke, and he also rarely saw him like this. Although it seemed like he was under the weather, he still carried a kind of charm.
“Leave? I haven’t been fired just for taking three days off, have I?”
Yan Yi leaned against the windowsill and gently shook his head. “I thought you’d be disappointed in us when you saw all that. You’ll also have an easier life if you left with Rimbaud.”
“Yes, because I still have this backup, I can do whatever I want here. Even if I screw up, I can still run away.”
Bai Chunian took out the miniature version of the illustration he drew from his pocket and showed it to the president. He marked a red dot in one of the cells, “Golden Silk Spider is locked up here, I want to see him and figure things out.”
“What do you want to know?” President Yan asked.
“Everything.” Bai Chunian snapped his fingers, “About the entire 109 Research Institute.”
The President took a drag of his cigarette. “But he doesn’t necessarily know that much.”
“Yes, but he is the biggest clue.” Bai Chunian pushed the thumbnail image to the president, “Rimbaud once told me that he left something in the 109 Research Institute. I never asked him again, because I haven’t been able to help him get it back, so I didn’t want to mention his sadness, but one day I will.”
“President, you want to save both experimental subjects and human beings. This is not feasible, but it is commendable. However, I’m different. I’m not as upright as you, I just want to save myself.” Bai Chunian stood up straight and put his palm up on his left chest, “Everything will be fine.”
Yan Yi opened his mouth, but in the end, he only said, “I’m sorry.”
After a long time, Yan Yi picked up his blueprint and examined it, crushing out the butt of his cigarette, “Tell me about your plan.”
“Red-Throated Bird’s boss bought more than just one experimental subject, he bought four or five, formed a squad that created panic in the city, and named the leader Eris. I still haven’t figured out what kind of experimental subject he is yet, but it doesn’t matter.”
“Only we and the PBB Special Forces know about Golden Silk Spider’s arrest by the International Prison. The International Prison will not make a public statement so as not to cause trouble for itself. We have always been very strict, and the PBB military base is extremely far away from us. There were also no remaining Red-Throated members left in M Harbor at that time.”
“So now the Red-Throated Bird still thinks we have Golden Silk Spider.”
“This lunatic squad will soon be poking around looking for Golden Silk Spider, and I’m going to meet them.”
Yan Yi slightly frowned, “What kind of team and how many people do you need?”
“Not yet. Let’s take a look at the monitoring. It was sent by the Technology Department.” Bai Chunian said.
This was a surveillance video from the outskirts of Greenfly City, where a helicopter dropped a giant, weird box on a city overpass. A car just passed by, and the colorfully painted box suddenly disintegrated, from which four red-clad subjects with guns and bullet belts jumped out, shouting “SURPRISE!” and frenziedly splashed red paint on the cars going by.
They splashed the letters “DROP DEAD” in capital letters on the highway with red paint, then stood on top of a giant box and shot at surrounding cars.
The four-member experimental subject squad were from the Red-Throated Bird organization, the alpha leader named Eris had a very delicate appearance—
Feeling stuffy, he ripped off the beak mask covering his head, revealing short flowing silver hair, grey-green eyes, and a male model-like face—everything was so perfect, except for the chilling smile on his face.
Eris excitedly carried a Remington shotgun. A car passed underneath the overpass, and he jumped from a height with a jubilant scream and slammed onto the roof of the car.
With a loud bang, he smashed a large crater into the roof of the car, cracking the front windshield, and the passengers in the car screamed in terror.
The violent drift of the car as the brakes were slammed didn’t throw Eris off the roof of the car as he smashed the windshield with the butt of his gun. He poked his head into the car to grin at them, “H-e-l-l-o~”
He then aimed the shotgun at the co-pilot’s head and said to himself in surprise, “I’ve never shot anyone with a shotgun at such a close range before.”
Then, very happily and expectantly, he asked the driver, “What about you?”
“D—Don’t…” The driver was startled, shook his head stiffly, and handed him all the valuables in the car with trembling hands.
Without hesitation, Eris shot the co-pilot passenger. The shotgun slug shattered his head and the entire passenger seat, blood cascading over the driver’s face and also splattered down on Eris’ face.
He couldn’t stop laughing, turned around on top of the roof, shattered the rear-seat glass with the butt of his gun, and pulled a crying child out of the child seat inside.
“Baby!” Eris was so happy that he lifted the child up like a puppy, pulled out the pacifier in his mouth, and shoved it into his own mouth. Afterward, he threw the baby off the viaduct with a wave of his hand.
The four of them created the biggest traffic jam ever on the city’s elevated highway, then took a long leap over the towering fence and ran away without a trace.
This squad of experimental subjects broke into Greenfly City and destroyed everything they could see.
In the smashed tattoo shop, the owner was shot in the abdomen and died on the tattoo chair, and the four people played with the tools in the shop in novelty.
Erin was a mature experimental subject. His comprehension ability was much higher than the other three brothers, who had no IQ and could only kill indiscriminately. Soon, he figured out how to work the tattoo gun and lifted up his sleeve to reveal the Red-Throated Bird tattoo. Dipping the tattoo gun in red ink, he began drawing haphazardly over it.
The original “Red-Throated Bird” was changed to “Crazy Bird” by him, and then for a rare moment, he stood quietly in front of the mirror and put a red line across his nose on his face. He also drew a black line vertically from his forehead to his chin. He stuck his tongue out when he drew the black line, so he also tattooed the black line over his tongue.
Eris admired his work in reverie, turned back to show off to his three buddies, and stuck out his tongue, “How is it?”
The other three experimental subjects in the cultivation stage only focused on gnawing at the furniture. They had no comprehension ability, and naturally, they couldn’t understand what Eris was showing off.
Eris sat on the ground in frustration, threw the tattoo gun aside, sucked on the pacifier he had just snatched from the baby, and muttered in despair, “No one here appreciates art at all.”
His shoulder was suddenly tapped, and Eris vigilantly raised the muzzle of his gun and reflexively pressed it against the head of the visitor.
Bai Chunian put his hands in his trouser pockets, leaned over to observe his face, not caring in the least that a shotgun muzzle was currently pressed against his forehead.
Looking at each other, Bai Chunian quickly looked at his face — a gloomy and pale teenager’s face, with the appearance of a 17 or 18 years old. The aesthetics of the 109 Research Institute were still as monotonous as always, as if making an experiment look like this would satisfy some sort of disgusting interest in them.
“It’s great.” Bai Chunian praised the pattern on Eris’ face sincerely, “The lines are smooth and straight, and the red and black color scheme is fucking amazing.”
Eris spat out his pacifier and raised an eyebrow, “Who are you?”
“9100, Divine Envoy,” Bai Chunian spread his hands and honestly answered.
“Oh, I’m looking for you too. The boss told us to immediately kill Divine Envoy when we see him.” Eris laughed grimly and suddenly pulled the trigger.
The gun made an empty sound with no ammunition. Bai Chunian looked calm and did not blink. “Your technique is very handsome.”
Eris looked at him admiringly, released the hand holding the gun, and Bai Chunian dropped a temporarily removed shotgun slug from the palm of his hand.
His hands were special. Each knuckle had a spherical joint, and looking closely at his neck, it was also connected by a spherical joint.
The shotgun was picked up by Eris and tossed it to play, “I believe that you are Divine Envoy. Do you wanna have some fun? It just so happens that I don’t have a partner yet.”
“Okay, where to?” Bai Chuniant asked.
Eris bared his teeth, “I’m going to the Ballet Theater to cut off everyone’s big toes.”
“That’s boring,” Bai Chunian said, “I’ll take you to a good place.”
Eris became curious.
“By the way, I heard that the boss of the Red-Throated Bird will put GPS chips and micro-bombs in your bodies, and when you move out of the mission range, a micro-bomb will be detonated.” Bai Chunian turned back and asked him, “If you leave with me, will it be found out?”
Eris stepped out of the store with confidence, shot his gun just up to the sky, and spun around freely among the small fragments that fell, “I bet that this time it will not be the one in my brain.”
The previous page of the notepad recorded the incident of Bai Chunian’s uncontrolled rampage in M Harbor, causing his M2 ability of Annihilation to reach the point where it could sweep through a hundred people.
Crawler sat opposite him with a lollipop in his mouth, typing on his laptop, keeping his eyes on the screen, “That is to say, the current differentiation level of Divine Envoy has probably exceeded M2 grade?”
“En, I felt a higher power fluctuation but couldn’t tell exactly what it was.”
Regardless of whether it was a human or an experimental subject, the differentiation grade was difficult to externally detect. Only when they used their differentiation ability could the emitted pheromones allow others to judge their level. That was to say, if a person’s differentiation grade reached M2 grade, but he had only shown his J1 ability in front of others, others would only be able to determine that he had reached the J1 grade based on his pheromones, unable to tell his true grade.
Crawler complained, “You were so close to him, couldn’t you have picked up more information before you came back?”
Domino pouted and summoned a few red butterflies with blue polarized patterns to fly around his fingertips while saying, “At that time, if I touched Bai Chunian, Rimbaud would have eaten me alive without hesitation. You know, in his eyes, we are all ants, no different from normal humans.”
“Just be content with it, okay? I was already lucky that I ran fast when the anomaly radar was activated, otherwise, I would have been thrown in jail too.” He held his face to admire the butterflies that became even more beautiful, still happy about them being blessed by Rimbaud, “That said, you’re taking the other four in the IOA secret agent team too lightly. They’re not experimental subjects but they’re clearly showing enough potential to fight. If you don’t take them seriously, you will surely suffer a big loss. Don’t blame me for not warning you.”
“Have you figured it out, what happened to the gun of Golden Silk Spider?”
Crawler turned his laptop in Domino’s direction, “Here.”
Crawler’s M2 differentiation ability, “Earth Parallel Plane,” could convert target entities into data and then perform a textual conversion to obtain a detailed analysis of the target.
In simple analogy, it was the ability to transcribe the data of the entire planet and make a 3D game version where all objectively existing inanimate objects could be pulled from the item bar to view their details.
“The special equipment installed on Golden Silk Spider’s gun is called ‘Silk Explosion’.” Crawler pointed to a few lines of text on the laptop screen to show him.
Weapon Name: Silk Explosion
Production Material: Glands in connection with one another and are 100% compatible
Rarity: 4 stars
Special Ability: A weapon equipped with a Silk Explosion Magazine will become a powerful weapon with infinite bullets, a human hit by it will instantly have their body explode into spider silk, and hitting an experimental subject will have the effect of prolonging the subject’s self-healing time.
“Wow, cool.” Domino read the words curiously, “But I pretty much understood the gist of Golden Silk Spider’s weapon while watching. I’m more interested to know about the scythe Rimbaud gave to Bai Chunian.”
Crawler grimaced. Although his M2 ability was powerful, it consumed a lot of his energy and was not easy to use. Moreover, the rarity of the items was different, and thus there was a variability in the amount of energy required. Given these factors, caution was required when using this ability.
“I’ll try,” said Crawler, who was also very curious to know what was behind that terrifyingly powerful weapon from Electro-optic Phantom and Divine Envoy.
He typed a line of code on his laptop, and the screen gradually showed the shape of the scythe that Rimbaud made using Steel Hydration to solidify the blood of the corpses. The text appeared line by line, similar to a reading progress bar.
Weapon Name: Dead Sea Heart Scythe
Production Material: A collection of all creatures that have died in the ocean.
Special Ability:
The data read got stuck on that line, and then a series of unknown errors occurred. Crawler tried to re-read it, only to have blood from his nose drip onto the keyboard as he entered a new code. He wiped it, froze, and immediately closed his laptop, unplugged it, and stopped the use of his M2 ability.
“Achoo.”
Rimbaud was soaking in the fish tank watching TV when he suddenly sneezed and spewed out a string of tiny jellyfish that spread out in the tank and slowly swam away.
“Got a cold?” Bai Chunian picked up the empty glass on the coffee table, scooped up some water from the fish tank, and handed it to him. “Drink more cool water.”
The water in the fish tank was extremely clean, and there was no worry about having to change the water either. As long as Rimbaud soaked in it, the water quality would be recycled and purified to the quality of drinking water, which was even cleaner than the mineral water sold in the supermarkets.
“Nope,” Rimbaud plopped down on the edge of the tank and lifted his tail from the water, patting the surface, “Come in for a dip? It’s been a full eight minutes since we’ve been intimate with each other, I feel so lonely.”
“Nah, I’ll surely have joint pain from the cold if I soak again this season,” Bai Chunian leaned on the coffee table to draw a map. On the coffee table, there was a topographic map and the patrol schedule of the International Prison.
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Rimbaud climbed out and pushed the fish tank towards Bai Chunian before dipping back in and leaning over the rim of the tank to watch him draw.
“Do you want to go to the International Prison to investigate?” Rimbaud smiled disapprovingly, “You can’t get in, the old guy knows that you are mine, and they dare not touch you.”
He didn’t want Xiao Bai to leave his side at all, not even for a minute.
“Don’t make trouble, it’s serious business.” To persuade this stubborn and paranoid fish, Bai Chunian tried to convince him with reason, “Currently, the global forces have three differing attitudes towards us. The first is a supply and purchase chain headed by the 109 Research Institute, which aims to create experimental subjects and then sell them. If one has money, one can buy and use them.”
“The second is the IOA Alliance, which advocates the prohibition of the creation of experimental subjects and promotes the recognition of the human rights of existing experimental subjects.”
“The third is the International Prison, which proposes the imprisonment or eradication of the experimental subjects.”
“Both the first and third are going to extremes. In fact, only the second is the most beneficial to our future.” Bai Chunian said, “Don’t you think we should do something?”
Rimbaud sneered, “Isn’t it because President Bunny proposed it?”
“Aiya.” Bai Chunian reached out and rubbed his face, “You’re at it again. Omegas all over the world are your rivals in love. How can I be this charming? I am really just an ordinary alpha. No one will rob me from you.”
“Okay, you can do whatever you want.” Rimbaud said.
“The problem right now is that there are a lot of experimental subjects, and they’re not exactly in a state of official rebellion. Some of them are really bad, but then again, it’s expected that you’ll be psychologically insane when you’ve been imprisoned since you were a kid.” Bai Chunian gestured to himself, “There are really very few like me.”
Rimbaud listened carefully to him and asked him, “Why haven’t you become like that?” ”
“I don’t know either.” Bai Chunian answered as he held a pencil in his mouth and looked down to measure the drawing, then took the computer to calculate the scale. “Because of you, I guess.”
“Actually, I just look normal. It doesn’t matter to us whether we are mentally distorted or not, as long as we can control our behavior.” Bai Chunian brushed the rubber shavings off the paper, raised it to look at it, and casually said, “Let’s wrap it up. I’m going to take a shower, my arms are covered in lead.”
Rimbaud lifted his fishtail out of the water and reeled him in, “Come on.”
“No, I want a hot shower, hehe,” Bai Chunian said as he ran to the bathroom door in a flash, lifting the hem of his shirt upwards to take it off.
The lines of his abdomen and side waist stretched as he undressed, and Rimbaud’s name embedded in the white skin showed.
Rimbaud tilted his head to admire the beautiful boy’s body, and his damp voice was low and seductive, “Obe?”
Bai Chunian’s hand that pulled his clothes paused uncomfortably. He then turned and tried to close the door of the bathroom.
A hand was wedged on the door as Rimbaud quickly jumped out of the fish tank, climbed up the ceiling to the bathroom door, and held the bathroom door with his hand to prevent it from closing, almost hitting his hand when it closed.
“You always avoid this topic. Isn’t that kind of experience good for you?” Rimbaud got into the bathroom and sat on the marble countertop next to the sink, and his fishtail hooked around Bai CHunian’s slender legs.
“I cherish our current relationship.” Bai Chunian turned his head to look away, “So, sex is a bit vulgar.”
All his talk was just talk in the end. Truthfully, his experience of being tasked to reproduce in the past made him ashamed and remorseful every time he got pleasure from doing this kind of thing.
Rimbaud put his arms around his neck and intently looked at him, “Poor child, they really hurt you, psychologically, irreversibly.”
“I will teach you little by little. You have to learn this way of expressing love.” Rimbaud climbed on top of him, wrapped his fish tail around his legs to support his body, and hugged him from behind, “Everything will be fine.”
“Let’s do the easiest thing today.” Rimbaud held the back of his hot hand hanging by his side and let him look at himself in the mirror, “We’ll do it with our hands.”
After a long time, the phone outside the bathroom rang twice. Bai Chunian put on his bathrobe and walked out to answer the phone.
Han Xingqian, “We successfully uncovered the spider silk on the mummy’s face, and the appearance is well preserved. The president was a little restless after seeing it. Come and take a look too, there might be a clue.”
“En,” Bai Chunian’s voice was hoarse. It was hard to see with the bandage over his left eye, but his right eye was bloodshot.
Han Xingqian, “What took you so long to answer the phone, you just woke up?”
“Do you have to ask? It’s really not suitable for single people to listen.” Bai Chunian said.
“…” The call was cut off.
They gathered in the conference room of the Medical Association, where photographs of their dissection were projected on hologram screens.
Experts successfully removed the spider silk from the mummy’s face in a sterile room, revealing a handsome face that was indistinguishable from a living person. After a quick scan, the spider silk was sewed back to avoid accidental internal decay.
The scanned photos were projected onto the screen. The Technology Department investigated all the information about the alpha and found that he was Shao Wenjing, the president of a medical equipment company, who disappeared five years ago, and it was not until this year that the news of his death was disclosed.
Mr. Shao was unmarried and had been living abroad with his younger biological brother, Shao Wenchi. Unfortunately, six years ago, Shao Wenchi was kidnapped, and soon, Mr. Shao himself was nowhere to be found. After the news of Mr. Shao’s death was revealed, the property under his name was silently transferred, and the Shao brothers disappeared from this world without a trace.
What’s more outrageous was that many people felt that this was done by Lu Shangjin, because when they were young and vigorous, the two had been enemies. However, no one dared to say it due to Lu Shangjin’s status and methods.
When Bai Chunian walked into the consultation room, President Yan had just broken a table.
He approached Han Xingqian and whispered, “What’s wrong?”
Han Xingqian showed him the lab report, “After comparing the DNA of the spider silk with Shao Wenchi, it was confirmed that Golden Silk Spider is Shao Wenchi.”
“This is the first time we’ve come across an example of a direct transformation from a human adult to an experimental subject.”
Han Xingqian opened the previous file, “He was unlike No. 408 Clown Samael. Samael was cultured from human embryos—that is to say, a fertilized egg is cultivated in vitro through certain techniques, cultured with drugs to induce differentiation, and finally grows up as an experimental subject. From some perspectives, we do not consider him human. Golden Silk Spider had been human before and was forcibly modified at the age of 17. What this transformation has done to his body is uncertain. After all, we don’t have any contact with him now.”
Because of this incident, President Yan was furious. He spent nearly 20 years building the IOA Alliance to protect the omegas, but someone caught a living person for experimentation right under his nose. The 109 Research Institute was completely provoking him.
“President, don’t be angry.” In the stiff atmosphere, Bai Chunian interjected inappropriately.
Yan Yi raised his head and was stunned to see Bai Chunian.
“?” Bai Chunian looked down at his pants. He came out too quickly; it should not be stained with anything that should not be stained, right?
Yan Yi waved his hand to let everyone go out, leaving only Bai Chunian behind.
“Why didn’t you leave?” Yan Yi put on his uniform coat, took out a lighter from his pocket, and lit a fine cigarette.
The president didn’t normally smoke, and he also rarely saw him like this. Although it seemed like he was under the weather, he still carried a kind of charm.
“Leave? I haven’t been fired just for taking three days off, have I?”
Yan Yi leaned against the windowsill and gently shook his head. “I thought you’d be disappointed in us when you saw all that. You’ll also have an easier life if you left with Rimbaud.”
“Yes, because I still have this backup, I can do whatever I want here. Even if I screw up, I can still run away.”
Bai Chunian took out the miniature version of the illustration he drew from his pocket and showed it to the president. He marked a red dot in one of the cells, “Golden Silk Spider is locked up here, I want to see him and figure things out.”
“What do you want to know?” President Yan asked.
“Everything.” Bai Chunian snapped his fingers, “About the entire 109 Research Institute.”
The President took a drag of his cigarette. “But he doesn’t necessarily know that much.”
“Yes, but he is the biggest clue.” Bai Chunian pushed the thumbnail image to the president, “Rimbaud once told me that he left something in the 109 Research Institute. I never asked him again, because I haven’t been able to help him get it back, so I didn’t want to mention his sadness, but one day I will.”
“President, you want to save both experimental subjects and human beings. This is not feasible, but it is commendable. However, I’m different. I’m not as upright as you, I just want to save myself.” Bai Chunian stood up straight and put his palm up on his left chest, “Everything will be fine.”
Yan Yi opened his mouth, but in the end, he only said, “I’m sorry.”
After a long time, Yan Yi picked up his blueprint and examined it, crushing out the butt of his cigarette, “Tell me about your plan.”
“Red-Throated Bird’s boss bought more than just one experimental subject, he bought four or five, formed a squad that created panic in the city, and named the leader Eris. I still haven’t figured out what kind of experimental subject he is yet, but it doesn’t matter.”
“Only we and the PBB Special Forces know about Golden Silk Spider’s arrest by the International Prison. The International Prison will not make a public statement so as not to cause trouble for itself. We have always been very strict, and the PBB military base is extremely far away from us. There were also no remaining Red-Throated members left in M Harbor at that time.”
“So now the Red-Throated Bird still thinks we have Golden Silk Spider.”
“This lunatic squad will soon be poking around looking for Golden Silk Spider, and I’m going to meet them.”
Yan Yi slightly frowned, “What kind of team and how many people do you need?”
“Not yet. Let’s take a look at the monitoring. It was sent by the Technology Department.” Bai Chunian said.
This was a surveillance video from the outskirts of Greenfly City, where a helicopter dropped a giant, weird box on a city overpass. A car just passed by, and the colorfully painted box suddenly disintegrated, from which four red-clad subjects with guns and bullet belts jumped out, shouting “SURPRISE!” and frenziedly splashed red paint on the cars going by.
They splashed the letters “DROP DEAD” in capital letters on the highway with red paint, then stood on top of a giant box and shot at surrounding cars.
The four-member experimental subject squad were from the Red-Throated Bird organization, the alpha leader named Eris had a very delicate appearance—
Feeling stuffy, he ripped off the beak mask covering his head, revealing short flowing silver hair, grey-green eyes, and a male model-like face—everything was so perfect, except for the chilling smile on his face.
Eris excitedly carried a Remington shotgun. A car passed underneath the overpass, and he jumped from a height with a jubilant scream and slammed onto the roof of the car.
With a loud bang, he smashed a large crater into the roof of the car, cracking the front windshield, and the passengers in the car screamed in terror.
The violent drift of the car as the brakes were slammed didn’t throw Eris off the roof of the car as he smashed the windshield with the butt of his gun. He poked his head into the car to grin at them, “H-e-l-l-o~”
He then aimed the shotgun at the co-pilot’s head and said to himself in surprise, “I’ve never shot anyone with a shotgun at such a close range before.”
Then, very happily and expectantly, he asked the driver, “What about you?”
“D—Don’t…” The driver was startled, shook his head stiffly, and handed him all the valuables in the car with trembling hands.
Without hesitation, Eris shot the co-pilot passenger. The shotgun slug shattered his head and the entire passenger seat, blood cascading over the driver’s face and also splattered down on Eris’ face.
He couldn’t stop laughing, turned around on top of the roof, shattered the rear-seat glass with the butt of his gun, and pulled a crying child out of the child seat inside.
“Baby!” Eris was so happy that he lifted the child up like a puppy, pulled out the pacifier in his mouth, and shoved it into his own mouth. Afterward, he threw the baby off the viaduct with a wave of his hand.
The four of them created the biggest traffic jam ever on the city’s elevated highway, then took a long leap over the towering fence and ran away without a trace.
This squad of experimental subjects broke into Greenfly City and destroyed everything they could see.
In the smashed tattoo shop, the owner was shot in the abdomen and died on the tattoo chair, and the four people played with the tools in the shop in novelty.
Erin was a mature experimental subject. His comprehension ability was much higher than the other three brothers, who had no IQ and could only kill indiscriminately. Soon, he figured out how to work the tattoo gun and lifted up his sleeve to reveal the Red-Throated Bird tattoo. Dipping the tattoo gun in red ink, he began drawing haphazardly over it.
The original “Red-Throated Bird” was changed to “Crazy Bird” by him, and then for a rare moment, he stood quietly in front of the mirror and put a red line across his nose on his face. He also drew a black line vertically from his forehead to his chin. He stuck his tongue out when he drew the black line, so he also tattooed the black line over his tongue.
Eris admired his work in reverie, turned back to show off to his three buddies, and stuck out his tongue, “How is it?”
The other three experimental subjects in the cultivation stage only focused on gnawing at the furniture. They had no comprehension ability, and naturally, they couldn’t understand what Eris was showing off.
Eris sat on the ground in frustration, threw the tattoo gun aside, sucked on the pacifier he had just snatched from the baby, and muttered in despair, “No one here appreciates art at all.”
His shoulder was suddenly tapped, and Eris vigilantly raised the muzzle of his gun and reflexively pressed it against the head of the visitor.
Bai Chunian put his hands in his trouser pockets, leaned over to observe his face, not caring in the least that a shotgun muzzle was currently pressed against his forehead.
Looking at each other, Bai Chunian quickly looked at his face — a gloomy and pale teenager’s face, with the appearance of a 17 or 18 years old. The aesthetics of the 109 Research Institute were still as monotonous as always, as if making an experiment look like this would satisfy some sort of disgusting interest in them.
“It’s great.” Bai Chunian praised the pattern on Eris’ face sincerely, “The lines are smooth and straight, and the red and black color scheme is fucking amazing.”
Eris spat out his pacifier and raised an eyebrow, “Who are you?”
“9100, Divine Envoy,” Bai Chunian spread his hands and honestly answered.
“Oh, I’m looking for you too. The boss told us to immediately kill Divine Envoy when we see him.” Eris laughed grimly and suddenly pulled the trigger.
The gun made an empty sound with no ammunition. Bai Chunian looked calm and did not blink. “Your technique is very handsome.”
Eris looked at him admiringly, released the hand holding the gun, and Bai Chunian dropped a temporarily removed shotgun slug from the palm of his hand.
His hands were special. Each knuckle had a spherical joint, and looking closely at his neck, it was also connected by a spherical joint.
The shotgun was picked up by Eris and tossed it to play, “I believe that you are Divine Envoy. Do you wanna have some fun? It just so happens that I don’t have a partner yet.”
“Okay, where to?” Bai Chuniant asked.
Eris bared his teeth, “I’m going to the Ballet Theater to cut off everyone’s big toes.”
“That’s boring,” Bai Chunian said, “I’ll take you to a good place.”
Eris became curious.
“By the way, I heard that the boss of the Red-Throated Bird will put GPS chips and micro-bombs in your bodies, and when you move out of the mission range, a micro-bomb will be detonated.” Bai Chunian turned back and asked him, “If you leave with me, will it be found out?”
Eris stepped out of the store with confidence, shot his gun just up to the sky, and spun around freely among the small fragments that fell, “I bet that this time it will not be the one in my brain.”
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