Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The meeting room was filled with a depressing and gloomy atmosphere.

The debriefing meeting lasted all afternoon, but only Jiang Yan was at the front reviewing the situation, while none of the more than thirty people sitting around the round table uttered a sound.

"According to the latest location data, the escaped glutton has taken up residence in the body of the owner of a fruit shop called 'Fresh Fruit.' Everyone, please feel free to share any new strategies you may have."

Jiang Yan looked around, but there was no response. He pointed to a few people and asked, but the response was always "I don't know".

Half a day later, the conference room remained completely silent.

The fact that the main attacker was seriously wounded was a huge blow to everyone, and that the Gluttons were still able to escape from the fierce siege with abundant artillery fire was undoubtedly an important reason for the loss of morale.

Artillery fire was useless, killing neuroblasts was useless, and electric grids were useless.

The methods previously used to deal with the parasites all failed on it, and it caused extremely serious damage to the buildings, resulting in a yellow card warning from above.

Are "gluttons" really invincible?

Are we just supposed to let them run rampant like this?

No one knew what to do next.

Jiang Yan seemed to be the most exhausted of all.

His whites were covered with bloodshot veins.

These past few days, I've been running between the hospital and the bureau.

The moment I close my eyes, all I see in my mind is Xia Yangyang's body with a huge hole in it.

The feeling of watching the life of someone you love slip through your fingers, and being powerless to stop it, drove him to the brink of collapse several times.

As the captain, he had been holding on, but if even he collapsed, who would have the confidence to fight?

Jiang Yan rubbed his face and sat back down in his chair.

Its once upright and tall figure bent down, as if covered with a layer of dust, and became dull.

The sound of the mechanical gate opening suddenly rang out—

Everyone turned to look, but saw no one. Then, looking down, they saw a calico cat strolling towards them.

Everyone's eyes widened.

How did this cat get in?

They watched helplessly as the calico cat leaped to the center of the round table in a few swift movements.

For the first time, Jiang, who is usually calm and composed, lost control of his expression and grabbed a thick stack of documents, throwing them at the calico cat.

He stood up, his hands gripping the conference table like a suddenly enraged lion: "A parasite that harms its host, you are no longer worthy to remain inside her body!!"

The calico cat didn't hide.

It seems that being hit and smashed makes it feel a little better.

Although it loathed this human—

Its gaze shifted upwards, where the parasitic species' enthusiastic words and gloomy tone created a stark contrast:

[Hehehe... It's you again! Long time no see, I've missed you.]

[I know how to kill a glutton, do you want to hear it? Kill him, and I'll tell you. Kill him now.]

—And his parasites.

Mr. Parasite, his cat-like face paralyzed, said, "Then please, lock me up in the alien prison too."

The cat spoke human words.

The team members present were so shocked that their expressions changed.

Jiang Yan's face was dark as he stared directly at the parasitic creature in front of him, his upper body muscles tense, like a bowstring drawn taut.

"What are you trying to do now?!"

Mr. Parasite's expression turned repentant, his cat ears drooping sadly: "I only made one mistake at first, and I wanted to make amends, but I found myself making an even bigger mistake, a mistake that dragged my beloved lover down with me..."

"Now, I deeply regret it and only want to stay in prison to atone for my sins and wait for her to wake up and forgive me."

"..."

The team members' eyes lingered between their own teammate Jiang and the calico cat.

After a long while, a chill ran down my spine as I realized—

Therefore, the calico cat that Xia Yangyang has been holding in her arms all along has been her parasite!

*

The emergency surgery lasted from 3 p.m. until 11 p.m.

Xia Yangyang, who was out of danger, was wheeled out of the operating room and transferred to the intensive care unit.

The surgeon breathed a sigh of relief, left the operating room, and looked around but couldn't see the young man that Jiang had stayed behind to take care of the patient a few days ago.

Fearing that Captain Jiang might be getting impatient, he simply called to let him know that everything was alright. There had been a slight abnormality during the surgery, and he wanted to explain it to him personally.

Thinking this, the surgeon removed his sterile gloves, took out his phone from the locker, and pressed a few buttons.

Hold the phone between your ear and shoulder, and take off your shoe covers while making a call.

The phone rang and was answered immediately.

"Captain Jiang, don't worry, the rescue has just ended. The surgery was very successful. Ms. Xia has a strong will to live and is now out of danger."

"...Huh? Didn't that young man tell you?"

"It happened this afternoon, around 3 p.m., when Ms. Xia's vital signs monitor went off..."

The surgeon recounted the harrowing life-or-death moments of the afternoon once again.

The person on the other end remained silent for a few seconds, seemingly unaware of the incident at the hospital, before hanging up to investigate.

The surgeon remembered something and quickly called out to him, "Hey! Wait a minute."

"Actually, Ms. Xia's unexpected event today was not entirely without warning. Do you remember me telling you that Ms. Xia had a black tumor in her brain?"

"During today's brain CT scan, the tumor disappeared..."

*

Since retrieving the hospital's surveillance footage.

Jiang Yan looked terrifying. He was followed by a group of fully armed special police officers, who strode down the hospital corridor and stopped in front of the men's restroom.

At 11:30 p.m., the restroom was empty except for the last stall, which was locked from the inside.

He stepped forward and kicked the door open.

A familiar, handsome young man's face appeared behind the door.

This is the person he stayed behind to keep an eye on Xia Yangyang's movements.

The young man in front of her was bound to the toilet by wriggling black tentacles, unable to move, and his mouth was also sealed by the tentacles, leaving only his swollen eyes that kept crying tears of emotion.

Jiang Yan severed all the tentacles with a single stroke, and the young man instantly collapsed towards him, grabbing his thigh and bursting into tears.

"Captain Jiang, sob sob sob, you're finally here!"

The young man looked like he had struggled for a long time; his face and body were covered in red marks from being strangled.

"You have no idea, I encountered a super scary cat, waaaaaah..."

Jiang Yan's dark eyes were churning with turmoil, and the veins on his jaw twitched slightly.

He turned and strode out of the hospital, dialing the number for the alien prison as he went: "What's the status of that parasite we just locked up this afternoon?"

There seemed to be some kind of malfunction on the other end of the phone, as they said "Wait a moment."

Then, I don't know what happened, but the voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became louder. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but if I got a little closer, I could hear the loud and chaotic voices.

Jiang Yan stopped at the hospital entrance, and the special police officers behind him also stopped.

Unfortunately, the weather turned bad, and a light drizzle began to fall.

A blood moon, reddish-copper in color, hung in the sky above the city, like a huge, eerie red eye.

It coldly stared at the high-rise buildings and streets.

He glanced up at the moon, his leather boots splashing water as he stepped into the rain.

"Seal off all the gates inside the bureau, I'm coming right now."

*

And at this very moment, the alien prison—

Every airtight cage was violently ripped open, splattering thick blood and fragments of parasitic remains everywhere.

The stench of decay and rot was so overwhelming that it almost made people faint.

All the patrolling prison guards were knocked unconscious and bound to stone pillars by writhing black tentacles.

The entire flat-level prison had not a single surviving parasite.

The ground was left with a winding trail of black slime, which could be identified as the tracks left by some kind of giant creature crawling.

These traces disappeared into the drainage ditch in the corner.

Some sticky, active material was scraped onto the wire mesh of the drain outlet.

The person holding the phone witnessed all of this, and their legs trembled violently.

His last words before hanging up the phone were: "It...it seems to have eaten all the parasites and escaped through the prison drain..."