Arknights, but the family has fallen again

W did a pretty good job and was considered talented in this area.

Although the Earth Spirit is unwilling to work overtime, the Dragon Gate situation is not bad, so it is not impossible to use it...

I still have to try Provence.

Speaking of which, the new Scourge Messenger should be arriving soon?

Chapter 250: Hard to Say

W's fingers were almost transparent under the light. She twisted her short hair around her fingertips, round and round, until the ends of her hair were slightly curled.

"Hey! I'm clearly reporting to you! Don't be distracted!" W said dissatisfiedly.

"...Okay." Otto replied.

W's eyebrows seemed to have a mind of their own, and he asked in a questioning tone, "Are you communicating with another...another operator?"

Other women.

"Eyjafjalla is in a little trouble."

For Otto, it was not a big deal, but she did crush the ginkgo leaf after all.

"Tsk!"

The Sarkaz girl smacked her lips, wanting to speak but stopping herself. The emotions that had been simmering deep within her for days finally boiled over.

"I'm sick!"

She fell backward without caring about her image, and with a loud clatter, the Sakazna King fell to the ground along with his stool.

There was a flurry of commotion outside, and Amiya's voice could be faintly heard.

"Not here!"

Her clothes were disheveled, her slightly pink navel exposed to the air. With her breathing, the pink swirl rose and fell rhythmically with her delicate abdomen. Under the light of the fluorescent tube, it even took on a glossy luster.

The stool that was originally under W's butt also rolled to the side.

"I say..." W said unconsciously, "It feels so weird..."

The Sarkaz girl had no way to relieve her inner feelings, and all she received was teasing from her adoptive parents and deliberate manipulation from her lover.

Otto was not completely unaware of W's feelings. On the contrary, he believed that this could be used to spur the Sarkaz girl to grow into a well-rounded talent - so that her talent could be used more smoothly.

This person is incredibly despicable...

"What's wrong?" Otto didn't even look at her, but took out the terminal.

It looked like he was planning to work on the spot.

If you can personally manage the rise of a power, if you have a keen eye, the possibilities are endless. And if you want to let things take their own course and find someone to share the pressure, that's also easy.

Ott has no morbid obsession with doing things himself.

But he had to make sure his "talents" were well-rounded before putting them in their proper roles. From the looks of it, W would soon be able to take charge of things on his own and do a lot of odd jobs for Otto.

But due to the special nature of the Sarkaz mercenaries, it would be better to throw W and them out together...

The Sarkaz girl's eyes suddenly became fierce, and she raised her leg to kick him.

But when she raised her hoof halfway, she turned around and rubbed it against her calf repeatedly, rubbing her shoe off before kicking Otto again.

The stockings worn by Sarkaz girls are not for "beauty". Not only are they not transparent, but they also have faintly visible fine lines.

The tight yet not-too-tight constraints of such stockings on the calves can help maintain a healthy state to a certain extent during long marches, thereby achieving the effect of improving endurance - at least that's what W thinks.

The bandaged little foot in stockings stepped on Otto's lower back.

"Stinky otter!"

She grumbled as she tried to chip away another layer of strength.

Ott turned around and pinched one of the feet.

W was lying on his back on the ground, with his safety pants clearly visible.

"Goo!"

Feeling the sudden pressure on the soles of her feet, the Sarkaz girl trembled in fear.

"You! What are you doing?"

"To prevent you from interfering with my work."

"Work, work, work, work!" W angrily pulled back her pair of jade feet and sat up sideways.

She said angrily, "You're like someone is urging you to die. You work at the border with your eyes closed every day!"

Ott replied seriously: "When my eyes are open, too."

"Is this the point?"

The Sarkaz girl was furious, but then she felt relieved: He treats everyone like this, right?

Although I am not special yet, no one is either!

W sat down at the table, ignoring the fact that his unfinished noodles were right next to his butt.

She put one foot on Ott's thigh, held her chin in her hand and asked, "You do this every day, don't you want to have some fun?"

This wasn't a trick by W—her skills were too poor—but pure curiosity.

"Developing a faction is inherently interesting, but I suspect that's not the point of your question." Ott thought carefully before replying, "I've met Kal'tsit three times at the border."

"..." The Sarkaz girl felt lost.

“Eh!!!!!?” Amiya exclaimed, “It’s already…”

Outside the door, Amiya covered her mouth and deceived herself.

"When I say I've met Kal'tsit three times, I mean..." W repeated with difficulty and stumbling.

"Reproductive activities for non-reproductive purposes." He spoke these harsh words without blinking.

"In other words..." W still didn't give up.

"That's the one you were thinking of."

Outside, Amiya sensed something was amiss and began violently expelling the Sarkaz mercenaries. Even though the mercenaries had long been deaf and blinded, the "Demon King" still drove them all out of the camp, even if it meant killing a thousand by mistake.

"Why is it at the border..."

"In reality, more time will be wasted. Besides..."

I don’t really want to be photographed by PRTS, I always feel like something might go wrong.

W's eyes gradually regained their luster.

She squinted her eyes, her mind practically rotting. "In real life, you haven't had sex with that old... or Kal'tsit, right?"

The stockings provided enough smoothness for the small feet, and the jade foot slid all the way from Otto's thigh to his chest.

Ott frowned: "You ask this question..."

The Sarkaz girl grinned.

He kicked Otto over.

What on earth is she going to do…?

Another variable that went off the plan...

At the moment when Otto's head was about to hit the ground, the Sarkaz girl grabbed his shoulders, neck and back of the head.

Her lips were sweet and her breath was as fragrant as orchid, and her eyes were full of the courage to give up.

"Stinky otter... I secretly swore that when you come back, I will definitely make you pay..."

"You've fooled me so many times, and you bully me every day..."

Ott's ears were sucked into a soft, warm, and moist cavity. A sticky, demonic rhythm rose from his ear canal, violently stirring his brain.

Immediately afterwards, W held his head high and chest out, while Otto's body was slowly placed on the ground.

The high shadows obscured the light, and the Sarkaz girl's coats and blouses fluttered off one by one. Finally, the beautiful marble sculpture was bathed in the cold light of the lamp.

The clear yellow eyes showed recklessness, indifference, and eagerness to try.

Finally, the little hands reached out to the other clothes on the two people.

"I'm the first! The real first!"

Hard to say.

But it should be the first one after Otto wakes up.

Chapter 251: Fallen Leaves Bring Message

At first, W thought it was just a momentary outburst of anger. But once this started, it couldn't be stopped. Admiring Otto's unpreparedness, a strange and greedy fire ignited in the Sarkaz girl's eyes.

"Huh... Ugh! Where's your 'everything is going to plan' face...?"

Even though it was her first time, the Sarkaz girl was exceptionally good at enduring pain—or perhaps it was pain itself that became a perfect spice in front of the strong-willed and stubborn W.

Her body, as delicate as a marble sculpture, rose and fell.

And Ott caught the moment when she lost consciousness, and the world turned upside down.

"Well!"

W's lips and teeth were blocked by another pair in a panic.

The terminal was still on the desktop, its breathing light flashing wildly.

……

Let’s turn back the time a little bit.

Chernobyl, the core city.

Eyjafjalla was still unaware of what was about to happen, and she deceived herself by carrying instruments and inhibitors and continued to explore deeper into the core city.

These inhibitors are just in case, but if... I mean, if I happen to meet someone who needs them, I can give them out...

The lamb looked up.

Perhaps it was because the clouds were gradually getting thicker, or perhaps the reflectivity of the snow had dropped to a certain level, but in any case, the night sky was indeed getting darker.

Rumble!

Electric snakes dance wildly.

Dark clouds dripped raindrops, only to freeze mid-fall. Solidified hail lashed Chernobyl mercilessly. Faintly, yellow particles could be seen wrapped in the hail.

The process of "Boomerang" transforming into Originium Scourge has taken another step forward.

Echoing the sky, the Originium crystal clusters on the surface also rose from the ground with an even more rapid momentum! The surface near the core area has been covered over and over again by the repeated rise of crystal clusters, like mosquitoes in amber.

Those infected people in Qie City who were hiding in the corners and still struggling to survive fell into great collapse when they realized that this was undoubtedly another natural disaster.

The broken walls and black crystal clusters formed a seemingly safe corner, but the sudden growth of the crystal clusters had blocked most of the exit.

In the iron barrel whose original purpose was unknown, the Originium and the tire together emitted heat and toxic gas, providing a slight flame.

"It's the gods! It's the gods punishing us!" cried the infected person with Originium crystals growing on half of his face. "When the messengers come, we should follow them! Chernobog is a plague! Damn maggots!"

“…people…?”

A recently amputated infected person hid in a corner, holding half of his leg and muttering to himself: "It's gone, it's all gone... The patrol team is here!"

This shows that their mental health condition is acceptable.

Another seemingly normal Wolper infected person punched the amputee: "I didn't drag you back here to let you talk nonsense!"

Looking up, I saw a pool of blood extending from the original exit of this small shelter, finally landing on the amputee's short leg. The odor in the room was so strong that the scent of his blood could only be smelled from a distance.

The clothes on his back were in disarray and had some scratches, and his collar looked like it had been grabbed by someone.

"What's the big deal about bullying the disabled? If you have the guts, beat up the lunatic!" Another film-infected person began to turn his attention to others in this panic.