The merman, my man

Chapter 161

The Merman, My Man by Black 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 become 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 successful, their militia would use this location as their breaching point in occupying the

islands. I suddenly felt helpless. The people I was up against were an orderly militant group that had

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“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 his lack of response, a bright light suddenly shone in front of me. I then saw

the metal net 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 so large 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 had committed 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.