My Ares Son-in-Law

"There's...more inside?"

Zhou Hongyan's voice was a little dry. She stared intently at the elevator shaft, her eyes revealing a hint of fear and vigilance.

Deeper into the elevator shaft, an even stronger stench of blood surged up as if it were a tangible substance, so intense that it was almost impossible to breathe, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping her throat.

She knew that what awaited her next might be an even more terrifying and unimaginable scene.

“A strong heat source and a large number of residual biological signals were detected in the third basement level.”

The technical employee stared intently at the frantically jumping red dots on the portable detector screen, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief, his voice trembling uncontrollably, as if an invisible force of fear had gripped his throat.

The red dots were flashing so rapidly, like frantically beating hearts, foreshadowing the unknown dangers and terrors below.

The elevator made a dull hum as it slowly descended.

The metal cables rubbed together in the darkness, making a grating, screeching sound that echoed through the deathly silent elevator shaft, like a death knell from hell, making everyone in the car's heart race and their nerves tense.

The carriage was filled with a thick, pungent smell of blood, so strong it was almost suffocating.

Everyone's breathing became rapid and heavy, and sweat rolled down their foreheads, soaking their clothes.

When the elevator doors on the third basement level slid open with a "ding," Xiao Wu, the young employee standing at the front, felt an even stronger, pungent smell of blood rush towards him, as if he had crashed into a giant, gaping maw.

His pupils dilated suddenly, his eyes filled with extreme fear and shock, and his body froze on the spot.

That was not an ordinary floor.

That was a real hell.

As far as the eye could see, there was a terrifying scene resembling a battlefield.

Hundreds of corpses, like stalks of wheat swept down by a merciless hurricane, covered the entire open underground space in various twisted and contorted postures.

Some corpses had their limbs twisted like pretzels, some had their bodies broken in half, and others had their heads drooping at an eerie angle on their shoulders.

The blood was no longer a flowing liquid, but rather like a thick, not yet fully congealed, dark red carpet, completely covering every inch of the ground.

The dark red blood, under the cold, pale light of the high-powered overhead lamp, reflected a chilling light that stung the eyes, as if countless needles were poking them.

Severed limbs and shattered internal organs were scattered everywhere like carelessly discarded garbage.

Several heads, their eyes wide open and mouths agape, lay scattered across the crimson carpet, silently conveying the pain and despair of their impending death, making the scene even more terrifying and horrifying.

The air was as thick as glue, and every breath felt like swallowing a sticky lump.

The mixture of the strong smell of blood, the stench of excrement, and the cold aura of death itself created a unique, nauseating odor that pierced the nostrils and made one tremble uncontrollably.

"vomit!"

Unable to bear the horrifying scene any longer, Xiao Wu suddenly bent over, his stomach churning violently, and uncontrollably sprayed sour vomit onto the gleaming elevator car door, making a "cracking" sound.

He covered his mouth with both hands, his body trembling uncontrollably, his face covered in tears and snot, looking utterly disheveled.

He looked at Zhou Hongyan with shame, his voice trembling with tears:

"Team... Captain... I'm sorry... I..." His heart was filled with self-blame and remorse, feeling that he had been so weak at a critical moment and had disgraced the team.

Zhou Hongyan did not blame Xiao Wu at all.

Her beautiful eyes, like stars in a cold night, were now fixed on this hell on earth, as if she wanted to etch this tragic scene into the depths of her soul.

Her slender fingers trembled uncontrollably at her sides, as if pulled by an invisible force of fear.

A chilling sensation shot from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head, instantly spreading throughout her body. Goosebumps rose like a tide across her arms, making her shiver involuntarily.

She was not a novice who had never seen bloodshed before.

Having worked her way up in the police force for many years, she has seen all kinds of corpses and experienced countless thrilling cases.

But the scene before her eyes completely exceeded the limits of her imagination.

The corpses lay scattered all over the ground, each in a different posture, yet all conveying endless pain and despair.

Precise, efficient, ruthless... every fatal wound seemed meticulously calculated and designed, without a single superfluous movement or trace of panic.

This was by no means a chaotic and disorderly battle, but a one-sided and utter massacre!

The murderers were like a group of cold-blooded machines, reaping not vibrant lives, but meaningless weeds, without the slightest pity or hesitation.

"Xiao Chen..."

The name struck her like a thunderclap, exploding silently in her heart with an unbelievable, turbulent wave of emotion.

Xiao Chen's image kept appearing in her mind, that seemingly ordinary man who exuded a mysterious aura.

A person?

How dare he, all alone, confront the Black Phoenix Organization's core lair, which had been entrenched for ten years and was filled with experts?

How can this be? !
The Black Phoenix Organization has been wreaking havoc in this area for many years, and its influence is deeply entrenched. Its core stronghold is heavily guarded, resembling an impregnable fortress.

Even though Xiao Chen is a martial arts master with extraordinary skills and strength, Situ Cang is also a well-established expert with a renowned reputation in the martial arts world and ruthless methods.

Not to mention that this place is a veritable den of dragons and tigers, with countless traps, hidden sentries, and skilled guards. How did Xiao Chen manage to do that?
Zhou Hongyan shook her head vigorously, trying to get rid of these chaotic thoughts.

She took a deep breath of the cold air, which smelled strongly of blood. The pungent smell instantly filled her nostrils, almost making her vomit again.

But she forced herself to endure the discomfort and took a step, slowly entering this crimson hell.

Her leather boots stomped through the sticky pool of blood, making a chilling "plop" sound, like the footsteps of death echoing endlessly in the silent space.

Every step felt like walking on cotton, soft and yielding, yet also like stepping on the backs of countless dead souls, making her heart feel heavy.

She struggled step by step through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Some of the corpses were still warm, while others had begun to stiffen, but without exception, they all exuded a nauseating stench.

Her eyes were firm and cold, and although her heart was filled with fear and doubt, she knew she could not back down.

She walked towards the most distinctive, heavy gate at the deepest part, cast from a single block of refined steel. (End of Chapter)