Mermaid Effect 《人鱼效应》 Chinese BL Translation by: 黑猫白袜子

Chapter 13

88° North Latitude and 156° West Longitude

    Arctic Ocean Territorial Waters

  A kilometer long and narrow movable island floats above the structural junction zone between the Mid-Ocean Lomonosov Ridge and the Makarov Basin. The Americans had once found this Icelandic island that was ideal for ice floes, but regretfully, that island ultimately drifted to the south, leaving them no choice but to give up this coveted area. Seventy years later, another floating island appeared once more, which seemed to fill in the regrets of those geophysicists— however, it was not a result of natural formation, but a bastion built of science and technology.

    This huge floating island is made up of metal, plastic and polymer materials. It has a given capability to sail. The silver-white colored surface has a striking red marking: the "SIREN-II" logo.

    In other countries' maps of its status, the "SIREN-II" logo is just an ordinary solid geophysical and meteorological observatory. However, on the US military-strategic deployment map, its logo was reddened by a special color code representing the top five-level secret military facilities.

    Just a half a month ago, an announcement was dispatched here that a majority of the facilities on the floating island had equipment failures due to the low temperatures, and 97% of the staff members were evacuated. In just 15 short days, a scientific research vessel entered the observation station as silent as a gigantic tomb at an unusual speed.

    Except for being too quiet, there didn't seem to be any problems with the facilities.

    The iron gate of the seaport fell down in a series of "ka-cha"'s, and the scientific research vessel steadily stopped at the internal docking point of the floating island.

    Simon Moi stuck both of his hands in his trouser pockets and gracefully hopped off from the boat to the shore like a cat. He looked up at the ice-cold metal structuring on the ceiling, it was only an internal dock, with a height of ninety feet, steel-reinforced bars, and bare walls without any decorations, and bare but neat distribution facilities with a strong scent of a military facility.

    In this kind of environment, he seems to be somewhat out of place. He is frivolous and undisciplined. Underneath his white robe is a brightly-colored embroidered jacket and orange Doc Martens. His earbuds always seemed to be inserted in his ears as if those things were growing on his cartilage.

    For a 19-year-old boy, there is nothing strange about it, but unfortunately, he has another identity.

    Several people dressed in white robes came up to greet him, and they clearly looked shocked seeing Simon, but soon the smiles on their faces came back into view once again.

    One of the leaders extended his hand to Simon: "Dr. Simon, we have been looking forward to your arrival."

    Simon raised an eyebrow and blew a whistle from his mouth, his gaze passed directly over him.

    He turned his head to look at the man who was standing quietly behind him. The man was taciturn, quiet, and had an exceptionally weak sense of existence (considering his height reached six feet, this was unusual), the clothes he wore from head to toe had no tags or distinctive features whatsoever. Black suit, expressionless face.

    "So, darling..." Simon slightly wrinkled his brows, then took a notebook from his pocket and looked at it before he continued on. "...Mr. Ryan Harrison, do you want to take a break, chat all day with a bunch of sycophants, and receive some flattering ass-kissing first, or do you want to go look at the scene first?"

    ......

   The scene suddenly fell into a terrible silence.

  Being looked upon as a "sycophant" straight from Simon's mouth, some people's faces became very vicious, but before the man opened his mouth to curse, his companion forcibly pulled down on his sleeves. In the end, the "sycophants" were all silent, only they still cast a penetrating gaze towards Simon.