The powerful tentacles of the parasitic hydroid suddenly stretched out and then collapsed. Its huge, semi-transparent body, like a lting jellyfish, draped over Sean's body.
It was truly lting, from an amalgamated creature of an octopus and jellyfish into a puddle of sticky gelatinous fluid.
Parasitic hydroids can only survive a short ti after leaving their host. They are powerful yet fragile, with a low level of intelligence. Sean was its chosen next host, but when its parasitism failed, it also lost its life.
Luke's voice crackled intermittently over the comms. He had fallen from the sky but survived, trapped inside the crashed police car.
From his sniper scope, Jonathan saw Martin and Simon sprinting towards the downed vehicle, trying to rescue Luke inside. The bulletproof glass was shattered, and the doors buckled. Martin kicked open the door and he and Simon dragged Luke out.
Fortunately, it was raining, so the police car hadn't caught on fire that badly.
"Good job, Jonathan!" Robert patted him on the shoulder and praised him loudly, "Let's pack up our equipnt quickly and et up with the captain. The police car is broken, but the support team will be here soon. We..."
He suddenly fell silent.
Because he saw that Jonathan's gun-holding hand was trembling subtly, he had been rigidly maintaining this posture since he fired.
"Are you okay?" Robert asked concerningly, supporting Jonathan by his shoulder, and helping him stand up.
"I... I'm fine." Jonathan struggled to grip the K80, using the muzzle as a crutch to support his body on the ground. He had been kneeling for a long ti to aim and shoot, and his legs were numb.
This ti, the feeling of killing was different from the last ti when he killed two robbers.
Last ti it was unconscious, over before he even realized. By the ti he reacted, the two were already dead, and he was covered with a sense of unreality from start to finish. This ti was different. This ti he had the initiative to pull the trigger and watched as the bullet struck Sean's skull.
Robert nodded understandingly. "Don't feel guilty, Jonathan. Sean brutally murdered his own wife and child before being caught. He deserved to die, but our laws..." He patted Jonathan's shoulder, seemingly trying to impart courage and strength. "He had it coming. Moreover, Sean couldn't have survived anyway with the parasitic hydroid attached to him."
That was the most important point that Jonathan could not ignore.
This Sean was not the "Sean".
Criminal Sean had been replaced by player Sean, an innocent soul inhabiting the criminal's body. Sean was not an NPC in the second world; he was the sa as Jonathan.
Robert's words didn't bring comfort to Jonathan.
He silently picked up the K80 and walked down the signal tower stairs, "Let's et up with the captain."
The mission was over, Sean was dead, and the unexpected crisis with the parasitic hydroid was resolved. They could return to the Investigation Building as soon as the evac team arrived.
Jonathan took off his helt. The heavy rain drenched him thoroughly, and he stared at the gloomy sky, exhaling deeply.
He was beginning to hate rainy days. This was his third day in Black Sea City, and it had been raining for three consecutive days.
"What was that creature?" Jonathan asked Robert.
"Clearing them is the ergency team's job. You're still an intern security officer, you shouldn't know too much," Robert replied. "Once you beco a full-ti employee, you'll know more about the mutant creatures. That day isn't far off, you perford well in this operation, and the captain will help you apply for full-ti employnt. The main job of our investigation departnt is to maintain city security. It's not often we have to deal with mutant creatures. After all, they're pretty rare."
Jonathan continued, "You said they shouldn't appear in the city, but along the coast..."
"Right, parasitic hydroids can't survive without water. I guess it must be due to the increased rainfall and backflow of seawater, which gave the hydroids a chance to co ashore," Robert mused, furrowing his brow.
Jonathan decided to ask bluntly, "I've never heard of these mutant creatures before. Where do they co from?"
"I don't know either," Robert shook his head. "It was an accident that you encountered a mutant creature this ti. As a rookie, you shouldn't have had to face this; the visual impact is too intense... it's really disgusting, isn't it?"
"It is quite disgusting." Jonathan agreed, feeling a bit nauseous recalling the frenzied tentacles from earlier.
"Generally speaking, Moss will promptly trace their tracks. That's when the ergency team has to step in for the scrub," Robert explained. "Sotis they don't get on a mission for a month, sotis it's multiple tis a week..."
"Do the mbers of the ergency team face this kind of danger every ti they execute a mission?"
"Not every ti," Robert explained. "The mbers of the ergency team are not fixed. Whenever there's a situation, mbers are drawn from other teams to form a temporary squad, like I..."
"enough, Robert," Martin interrupted in the communication channel. "You can play the part of the senior and explain all this to Jonathan when he becos a full mber, okay?"
"Alright! Sorry, I accidentally said too much. Jonathan, just pretend to forget," Robert said with a smile. "So information is confidential."
"I understand," Jonathan said.
Was this him earning Robert's trust?
"Our people are here," Martin said. "Direct the police car to our location, Luke needs treatnt."
"Instructions relayed, Captain Martin," Moss affird.
Luke was seriously injured, with a fractured right arm and burns on his thigh. As he climbed into the car, he was in so much pain he broke out in a cold sweat. "I'm going to get myself a chanical arm so I don't have to worry about fractures anymore."
"I think it's a good idea," Robert poked his head in. "Heard Jonathan got a tal head, jealous! Ordinary bullets can't pierce that right?"
"You want one too? Doc Neil does good work, my skull feels the sa as the original." Jonathan glanced his way.
Robert said, "Maybe I'll switch to the new one when I get tired of the original."
The police car took off, Jonathan sat in the last row, the K80 laid flat on his lap. Even through his bulletproof combat suit, he could feel the cold and solid touch of the gun.
"How do you feel, Jonathan?" The usually silent Simon initiated the conversation.
"Not very good," Jonathan replied honestly.
"That's normal," Simon said calmly. "I was the sa my first ti."
"More than that, you almost shot a teammate when you drew your gun," Luke said sarcastically. "Jonathan is way better than you."
Simon's face turned red and he fell silent.
"Hey, don't always tease him, it's not easy to get Simon to say a few words," Robert said.
The mbers of the Seventh Squad weren't as serious as they were during the mission, the atmosphere was relaxed. Jonathan chid in during their conversation occasionally, but most of the ti he was lost in his own world, not paying attention to what they were saying.
The car descended, his teammates disembarking one by one. Jonathan hefted the K80 and stepped out as well.
The doctors and nurses with stretchers were waiting on the tarmac. As soon as Luke was helped out they loaded him up and whisked him away.
"Everyone, treat the wounds, or hit the showers and change," Martin said. "Don't be catching colds from the rain."
Jonathan followed the incessantly chattering Robert to the equipnt room, where they removed their gear and changed into regular clothes. He then followed him to the lounge.
Before entering the lounge, Robert stopped suddenly and Jonathan almost bumped into his back.
"What are you thinking about, being so distracted?"
"Oh, I wasn't paying attention." Jonathan hurried into the lounge.
The lounge had showers and anities. Jonathan showered, dried his hair, he slumped down on the sofa.
"Intern Security Officer Jonathan, Captain Martin is waiting for you outside the door," Moss said.
Jonathan rose from the sofa like a wandering soul and opened the door of the lounge.
"Captain?"
"Follow ," Martin turned around and led the way.
They proceeded down the hallway until they arrived at a tal door labeled "Psychotherapy Office".
"Jas is on duty today, you can have a chat with him," Captain Martin said gently.
Jonathan tried to refuse. "I'm fine, just tired Captain. So rest and I'll be good."
"Physical tiredness can be cured by proper rest, but ntal weariness needs a therapist," Martin insisted. "You've been through a lot the past few days. Your ntal state is off, you need counseling. Go in, Jas is an excellent therapist."
After a mont's hesitation, Jonathan approached the door.
It slid open and he entered.
"Welco," the man in the office said gently. "You're Jonathan, right? Your captain and I are old friends."
His voice was deep and pleasant, reminiscent of the soothing sound of a cello.
"Hello," Jonathan said.
Jas said, "Sit down, don't be so formal. The therapy room is a place to relax."
Jonathan took a seat on the swivel chair across from him as instructed.
The therapy room was indeed relaxing. The decor was completely different from the other rooms. The floor was actually wooden, and the walls were covered in warm-colored wallpaper. Two walls were converted into bookshelves, filled with an array of paper books. Even the light was a warm yellow, unlike the icy blue light in the corridor.
"Coffee or a nice fizzy soda? I have a wide variety of beverages here, if I don't have it, I can have it delivered," Jas chuckled.
Behind him, an open cabinet contained a dozen different kinds of coffee beans in glass containers.
"Coffee, thanks," Jonathan said.
Jas turned on the coffee grinder, "Then I'll make you a latte, I drink this every day."
Jas skillfully made a latte, even creating a cute dog pattern with the milk. He pushed the coffee cup forward and asked, "Do you like the decor in my office?"
"I like it, it's different from other places," Jonathan said as he sipped his coffee.
"I hate the color of tal, it's too cold, and it depresses if I look at it for a long ti," Jas said. "There are more and more people suffering from ntal illnesses in today's society, not only because of the stress of survival but also because of the living environnt. tal and machinery make people think of efficiency, rationality, and precision. People are always surrounded by tal and machinery, and they can't relax, so I changed the style of the therapy room, making it warr and more 'emotional'."
"This place is very nice," Jonathan said. "Aren't we going to start the therapy session imdiately?"
"This is the therapy session, we're here to chat, talk about daily life, and relieve worries," Jas said. "The work in the Investigation Departnt must be tough, isn't it?"
"It's okay, I'm new, and the captain and the others take good care of ," Jonathan said dryly.
"You can share your troubles with ," Jas said."The field teams don't accept passive personalities, Jonathan. If you see a problem, be proactive in solving it, don't beco passive."
Jonathan blinked, thoughtful.
"I do have a problem," he said, looking down and putting down his coffee cup. "I used to think of myself as a proactive person. I worked hard to study, get into college, make money... but lately, I've beco very passive."
"Passivity often stems from uncertainty in goals and motivation," Jas said. "What is your goal? Have you figured it out yet?"
"To be rich?" Jonathan said uncertainly.
Jas smiled. "See, even you aren't sure. Goals should energize you when you think of them, make you speak of them with conviction and determination, not hesitation."
Jonathan furrowed his brows.
"Establishing a goal is difficult, I know. I also went through a long period of confusion when I was in college before I finally figured out what I wanted," Jas said. "You can take your ti to think."
"Alright," Jonathan nodded.
"Let's focus on dealing with the matter at hand first," Jas said. "I heard from your captain that you're having a hard ti adjusting to killing."
Jonathan made a soft "Mm" of agreent.
"Can you tell about your feelings?" Jas asked.
"The feeling of harming otherness is different from the feeling of harming your own kind. Do you know what I an?" Jonathan asked.
"So, when dealing with Xenobiotics creatures, you can shoot without guilt, but when it cos to humans, you struggle to make rational decisions, is that correct?" Jas queried.
Faced with his question, Jonathan neither nodded nor shook his head.
In his mind, he and Sean were of the sa kind, as were he and Daniel. In the second world, everyone, apart from the players, was otherness in his eyes.
"I've killed my own kind. Even though I know I didn't do anything wrong, it still bothers ," Jonathan said.
"The empathy of humans dictates that you will have such feelings. As a security officer, you are destined to deal with these feelings and struggle with them," Jas said. "Now let's make a hypothetical assumption, Jonathan."
"Suppose during your mission there were no Xenobiotics creatures, no threat of parasitic hydroids, how would you treat Sean?"
Without any hesitation, Jonathan responded, "If he were to grab a weapon, I would aim to disable his weapon hand. If he continued to resist, I would aim for his other hand, and then his legs, until he lost his ability to resist. At that point, the captain would be able to arrest him."
Jas said, "From start to finish, you didn't consider the option of killing him outright. Your sole aim was to incapacitate him, right?"
Jonathan nodded.
"You have a kind heart," Jas said.
If Sean resisted, Moss would deem him a threat, and Jonathan's teammates would take him out imdiately. Only by ensuring Sean was completely incapacitated could he spare his life. No point struggling when he was cornered with no way out.
Losing his limbs, he could be fitted with chanical ones, which might even be more efficient than his original ones.
But losing the life, that was truly gone.
"There's no point in making this assumption now, he's dead," Jonathan said.
"You're going to face a lot of situations like this in the future, you..." Jas began.
Before he could finish, Jonathan interjected, "I'm trying to control my empathy. This kind of situation will indeed occur frequently in the future, and I'm already working to overco it."
"You're also a strong person," Jas said gently.
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