Chlorine Sodium's Arknights

The girl seemed terrified.

But looking around, with human corpses hanging everywhere, anyone who stumbled upon such a scene would likely be scared stiff.

After all, even the ultimate villain, Chlorine Sodium, had only encountered similar places in the hells of two different dimensions.

One was used by demons to extract energy, and the other was used by a gang in a technological dimension to make money. What was this place?

So the girl was terrified.

However, the young woman felt a sense of... resistance.

For some reason, the irritation in her heart didn't decrease but intensified.

Hate, resentment, unease – all negative emotions surged forth.

Humans are always like this.

When something points out their flaws, they become resentful, hating that someone would expose their inner selves.

People always hate having their true feelings completely laid bare, even when they themselves don't want to face it.

Being exposed makes them uneasy, makes them angry.

That's why...

I hate children.

Seeing her sister's expression change, Yelena grew even more uneasy.

It was like a child who had nowhere else to turn, finally finding their family, only to discover they were arguing.

That's not what a desperate person wants to see.

"Sister...?"

But then her sister suddenly raised her hand.

Was her sister angry?

She must be very angry, coming all this way suddenly when she seemed to have other plans for the evening.

Having to rush back.

"Eek!!"

Thinking her sister was about to hit her, the girl quickly closed her eyes and lowered her head.

But the scolding she expected never came.

Instead, she felt a warm caress on her hair.

"Sister?"

"You've been waiting long, haven't you?"

The young woman remained the same, her expression unchanged, simply stroking the girl's head, comforting her clumsily.

"Waaah... Sister... Waaahhhh!!!"

The girl cried and threw herself into her sister's arms.

Chlorine Sodium, meanwhile, suppressed her inner turmoil as she comforted Yelena.

In the blood-soaked factory, the two girls, one large and one small, clung to each other, like the happy ending of a horror movie where love ultimately conquers evil.

But in reality, it was more like a bizarre, grotesque film.

The monster became the sister, watching over her younger sibling, and then everything abruptly ended.

No one knew if it was the monster that became the sister, or the sister that became the monster.

No one knew.

Not even Chlorine Sodium knew.

"Let's go..."

Taking the girl's hand, Chlorine Sodium said.

"It's too dark, we should go back."

All the way back, the girl huddled nervously against her sister.

The scene outside the door had been too much.

Blood, like red dye splashed across the walls, stained everything in sight.

Flesh, stuck to the blood, was unrecognizable chunks of gore.

Incomplete bodies, dismembered people, corpses with their entire backs of their heads caved in, faces bulging outward – there were countless of them, grotesque and filled with malice.

Even the most deranged serial killer wouldn't call this art.

This was pure violence, the perpetrator having perfectly embodied the meaning of violence.

Extreme violence.

It was as brutal as a car crash run over by a steamroller.

The girl knew her sister was strong.

Extremely strong, so strong that she didn't even know how her sister's skill level compared.

After all, even her own combat techniques were taught by her sister.

Even though she was a Doctor.

Or perhaps, her sister had some unimaginable past.

But one thing was certain. Even though her sister had created such a bloody scene, she still clung tightly to her.

Because even though she felt a chill, her sister was strong, a fact that even Yelena could clearly recognize.

But towards her, towards the little girl Yelena, her sister had never shown any malice.

This was also her only family.

Even though they weren't related by blood and had known each other for less than a year.

A fair hand held a small hand as they walked out of the bloody factory.

Chlorine Sodium could have found a better route, a "cleaner" route.

For example, she could have carried the girl from the second floor directly to the first, an unconventional but perfectly normal choice for Chlorine Sodium.

However, she didn't choose that. Instead, she openly led the girl out the same way she had entered.

The slaughter was laid bare, as if Chlorine Sodium's true nature had been revealed to the girl.

Cold-blooded, full of killing intent.

So cold-blooded that the smell of blood lingered in her senses.

There were better ways, but she still chose this.

Perhaps it was because of the unprovoked rage.

She was not as beautiful as the angels in fairy tales.

She was not even associated with the word beautiful, because her hands were stained with blood.

Scary? Very scary.

Yet the girl clung even tighter.

Perhaps the clear recognition brought a sense of realistic comfort.

It was only because she had never hurt Yelena.

Normally: I'm going to be sick. Seriously, when it's time to release a new chapter, Hedgehog Cat is completely unusable. When I click on the author backend, it keeps asking me to log in. Damn it, I don't have a regular account, only the author backend account. Damn it, even clicking on recharge doesn't do anything. This is so frustrating.

I'm going to be sick. Seriously, my head is killing me. Ever since I changed the place where I post my work these past few days, I've been having all sorts of network issues.

Hedgehog Cat's servers are as rotten as Ubisoft's.

I almost couldn't upload this chapter.

Scared me to death.

And then recently, I've been seeing messages from Chengzi saying that I need to have guaranteed updates to get future recommendation slots. If the first day of a trial recommendation doesn't exceed five hundred, it's basically over. I looked at my previous results, and they seem okay, right? I remember exceeding five hundred.

The future is promising, the future is promising, sob sob sob

Section 49 Chapter 49 [Bear and Snake]

"You guys in the blue hats really are fast."

In the early morning, red and blue flashing lights illuminated the narrow intersection.

Members of the Guard Department's mobile unit were setting up a cordon, completely sealing off the narrow alley.

The squad leader of the mobile unit was taking notes in a book.

"You were the one who called the police?"

"What the heck, Officer, I haven't even deleted the call records on my phone yet. Do you want to see them?"

A fierce-looking vendor held up his phone, impatience written all over his face.

"Hey, you! Show some respect! You're talking to a police officer!"

"I have business to attend to, Officer. It's a hassle. If you need to handle it, do it quickly."

The questioning officer didn't seem to have much patience either, and he was about to investigate the vendor's identity.

He had a fierce look, and despite his vendor's attire, he had the face of a mob boss.

He didn't look like a good person at all.

"Enough nonsense. You'll come to the police station for questioning later!"

The officer was not hesitant at all. You want to do business? Fine, I'll drag you along. This tactic works very well in the marketplace.

Although it does seem a bit like bullying.

"Officer, you can't be unreasonable!"

Just as the vendor was about to get into a shouting match with the police officer, a hand blocked the space between them.

"Jie, I'll talk to him."

It was a woman's voice.

However, when the officer looked in the direction of the voice, he was startled by the tall figure and took two steps back!

It was an Oni Clan woman!

With long green hair, a black motorcycle jacket accentuated the Oni woman's tall and well-proportioned figure, and her arms were adorned with sports arm guards that looked like tattoos.

Her motorcycle pants and the black motorcycle parked on the street indicated she had just arrived.

Her style, like the city itself, was vibrant and full of energy, yet it carried the local culture of immigrants.

And it also had a ferocity like a demon.

This was because the woman before him, named Hoshiguma, was someone from the underworld.

"You... You are..."

"I am the Speaker."

Her height of 1.9 meters indeed startled the officer, but he quickly calmed down.

"You? I'm looking for the person who called the police, what business is it of yours?"

"Because it's the rule here."

Huh?!

He'd never heard of such a rule, a rule that the police hadn't heard of?!

However, a familiar voice soon rang out from behind him.