Arno's Brutality Was Over the Top

The Raccoon City Police Department is one of the few places in Biohazard that he still remembers vividly.

Back in the game, Alvin spent at least eight hours going back and forth in this godforsaken place!

From initially getting lost even while looking at a map, to eventually being able to find your way around more easily with your eyes closed than you would in your own living room, you can then glean some insights from the experience.

As for the suffering he endured, it was heartbreaking. If it weren't for the female leads, how could he have possibly played horror games?

While he was still reflecting on this, Arno, relying on his brute strength, tore the Iron Door of the police station in half.

The loud noise startled the police inside. A black man crawled out and stared in disbelief at Arno, who was 2.5 meters tall and had torn through several centimeters of steel bars with brute force.

"Stop right there! Don't move!"

The policeman shakily drew his gun, aimed at Arno, and shouted hoarsely, "If you take another step forward, I'm going to shoot!"

However, before the policeman could pull the trigger, he suddenly felt a strong gust of wind rushing towards him.

Then a suffocating force gripped his throat, lifting him into the air like a chick.

He struggled painfully, trying to pry open the fingers that were choking him.

But soon, he discovered in despair that the five fingers were like steel clamps, and no matter how hard he tried, they wouldn't budge. So he had to change his approach and kick the tall man hard.

But this trick didn't work either; the sensation of kicking with the sole of the foot was like kicking steel.

In just a few seconds, the lack of oxygen caused his vision to turn bloodshot, and his soul seemed to float out of his body. Just as he was about to suffocate, he suddenly heard a voice.

"Put him down, Arno."

The voice was like heavenly music, and the fingers that were gripping his were released.

"Huff. Huff"

He was breathing heavily, coughing violently, and his face was filled with terror.

In those last few seconds, it felt as if he had gone to the underworld, and his soul was about to leave his body.

"Hello, Officer Marvin." At that moment, a hand with distinct knuckles and long, slender fingers reached out, and a slightly apologetic voice said, "I apologize for his rough behavior."

Officer Marvin was one of the few people he actually liked.

He helped Leon a lot in the game when he first started working, and then decisively sacrificed himself in the end. His character is absolutely impeccable.

From a timeline perspective, it's a good thing that Marvin hasn't been infected yet.

Marvin, still feeling the sharp pain in his throat from where he had been choked, looked up at the owner of the hand. "Who... who are you?"

"Officer Marvin, the one who's got your problem solved."

Alvin reached out and helped Marvin up from the ground, a smile playing on his lips. "I know, something happened at the police station, so I came to help you out. You're welcome."

"I... never mind." Marvin's eye twitched. He wanted to refuse, but after glancing at the intimidating Arno beside him, he wisely swallowed his words.

So, with Officer Marvin's "enthusiastic" welcome, the two entered the Raccoon City Police Department.

Looking at the familiar layout of the police station, Alvin couldn't help but smile knowingly, feeling as if he were "coming home".

"Ahem, may I ask, what are your plans to resolve this trouble?" Despite still harboring suspicions about their origins, Marvin was overwhelmed by the chaos within the police station and turned to them for help. "Right now, only the lobby of the entire police station is safe; the rest has been taken over by that damned monster!"

"It's very simple."

Alvin beckoned with his finger and turned to Arno, saying, "Clear out the entire police station. I don't want to see a single living thing except for the people in this lobby."

"Yes, sir."

Arno nodded, drew a dagger from his waist, and headed straight for the Iron Door on the west side.

"Wait, wait!" Marvin's eyes widened as he immediately stopped Arno, pointing at the dagger in his hand with disbelief. "You... you plan to use this dagger to deal with those monsters?"

That's enough.

Arno's expression was indifferent, seemingly disliking Marvin, and he was about to walk around him.

But he had barely taken half a step when Marvin stopped him again, looking at Alvin once more. "You're planning to have your bodyguard use this dagger to deal with them? Those monsters are powerful; if they bite you, you'll turn into one like them. That won't do!"

"Officer Marvin, please trust him."

Alvin sat down in front of the monitor, not turning his head, his reaction indifferent.

Marvin still couldn't believe it, but he gritted his teeth, unfastened the gun from his waist, and handed it over. "Take this. Trust me. There aren't just zombies inside, there are even more terrifying monsters!"

"Need not."

Arno stepped forward, dagger in hand, and stood before the half-closed roller shutter.

Then, with a single swipe of his arm, the steel roller shutter door was sliced open, the cut surface smooth, as if it had been laser-cut!

Upon seeing this, Marvin was stunned. "What kind of dagger is this?"

"Monomolecular Cutting Dagger."

Alvin explained casually, "In terms you can understand, this dagger can easily cut through a tank's armor. No matter what monsters are inside, I bet they're not as thick as the tank's armor, right?"

Sometimes, don't be fooled by the simple appearance of the Imperium's weapons; any one of them is a genuine piece of futuristic technology!

For example, the bayonet at the tip of the Astra Militarum's Standard Laser Gun looks outdated, but it actually uses monomolecular technology and can easily cut through the armor of the Tau.

As for modern main battle tanks, or even nuclear explosion projects, they are basically as insignificant as butter in the face of this knife.

Marvin's eyes widened; he felt he had received more information today than in the previous decades.

Has United States technology really reached such a level that it can cut through tank armor?

"You're from the FBI?" That was the only thing Marvin could think of, especially given their secretive demeanor and the extraordinary technological advancements they possessed.

"No, we are the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency," Alvin said suddenly, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You can call us 'S.H.I.E.L.D..,' we specialize in handling these kinds of incidents. Now, you just need to sit here and wait for the results."

"Oh"

Although Marvin couldn't understand it, he believed it instinctively.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, the name is so long that he can't remember it anyway, so let's just assume it really is.

Inside the monitoring equipment, Arno gripped the Monomolecular Cutting Dagger, moving like a god of death, slicing every zombie he encountered into mincemeat.

Soon, in the second-floor corridor, Arno encountered the Licker.

Like a monster whose skin had been peeled off, its brain exposed, it clung to the ceiling of the corridor, emitting chilling growls.

"That's it, that's the monster!"

Upon seeing the "Licker" on the surveillance footage, Marvin cried out in horror, "It's killed so many people! We can't catch it!"

But what he saw next on the monitor almost made his eyes pop out.

The Licker has no sight, relying solely on hearing to hunt its prey. Upon sensing the sound of Arno's footsteps, it instantly transformed into a streak of crimson light and ferociously pounced on its prey.

However, this time, the Licker is the prey!

It was fast, but unfortunately, Arno was even faster, getting there first and swinging his hard elbow horizontally, smashing it into the Licker's forehead.

The immense force slammed the Licker against the wall. As it shook its head, dazed, Arno delivered another punch.

Boom!

The entire wall was smashed to pieces, and the Licker's head was turned into mush.

Of course, Arno did not forget his master's orders, so he gripped the Monomolecular Cutting Dagger again and finely sliced the dying licker into minced meat.

Marvin was covered in cold sweat and took a few steps back in fear.

He'd seen brutality before, but someone as brutal as Arno —dismembering and cutting up the body after confirming the death—was truly rare.

What if we don't finish killing the animals later and end up cutting them into minced meat for him too?

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