Chapter 161
The Merman, My Man by ck Velvet Chapter 161
I had to face reality. Unfortunately, there was nobody else I could depend on. Dicken was captured,
while Peter and the others were missing and most likely in danger. As for me, I was a prisoner of a
terrorist group equipped with lethal weapons.
A feeling of despair surfaced within me, but I immediately suppressed it on willpower alone. I drew a
deep breath and swallowed the blood in my mouth.
At least I was still alive. As the alpha, Dicken still had many devotees. ‘How could the tough merpeople
stand to let their alpha be taken away?’ This thought gave me a sliver of hope.
‘My body is now stronger than it used to be. And although I don’t want to be like this, it has helped
me. Perhaps there will be a chance for me to break through…’
While immersed in my thoughts, I could feel the helicopter descend slowly.
The shirt that had been covering my head was finally taken off. I then opened my eyes, scanned my
surroundings, and found that I had arrived on Laura’s warship parked by the seashore.
While I was being carried, I observed their contingent. There were a total of four ships lined up neatly
with metal bridges connecting them, forming a small base. I immediately realized that this was the
research base that Laura and Gary had talked about.
If they were sessful, their militia would use this location as their breaching point in upying the
inds. I suddenly felt helpless. The people I was up against were an orderly militant group that had
undergone thorough nning.
“Hey, where are you taking me? What about the merman? Where is he?“ I cleared the blood in my
mouth and asked the soldier behind me.
He eyed me coldly but didn’t answer my questions. I guessed that he didn’t understand Japanese. So, I
switched to English and asked him the same questions, but he still didn’t reply like a lifeless robot.
While I was frustrated by hisck of response, a bright light suddenly shone in front of me. I then saw
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the metal restraining Dicken resting in an empty pile at the side. ‘By the looks of it…Dicken must be
on this ship!’
As I looked around for Dicken’s figure, my head was pushed down heavily then shoved through a cabin
door.
The cabin I was pushed into looked like an interrogation room. It had no windows, and the walls were
covered with many handcuffs and ropes. There was another door on one side of the room, but it was
shut tightly. I hazarded a guess that the room next door had to be holding another unlucky prisoner like
me.
The hands behind me shoved me into the wall. And before I could react, a highly pressurized spray of
water sprayed onto my body. I trembled as the spray of water struck me, but my head was firmly
pressed against the wall, and multiple pairs of hands held down my body.
The spray from a highly pressurized water gun contained the saltiness of seawater as it struck across
my body. The impact of the spray was sorge that I couldn’t even open my eyes, and the water made
me choke.
‘These terrorists, how could they treat a woman like this?! ‘
What they did was something that could crush someone’s self-esteem in an instant. Many criminals
would undergo something like this before entering jail. This leaves them defenseless and without any
privacy as they are treated like animals.
My anger had reached its limit. The tattered clothes on my body were now even messier after being
sprayed. Not only were they treating me like I was a criminal who hadmitted grave crimes, but
their treatment seemed closer to abuse. They knew the weaknesses of a woman. They knew that the
moment my psyche crumbled, they could interrogate me.