Arknights, but the family has fallen again

While Mon3ter was controlling the Sarkaz girl, Kal'tsit quickly checked the exposed skin of both of them, breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the medicine box.

“No signs of allergies detected!”

On the desktop, the terminal's breathing light also flashed slower... a little.

But obviously, all this is not over yet.

Chapter 253: Cat's Thoughts

The Rhodes Island main ship rushed to Longmen again. Behind the deck of the land ship, there was a figure falling in mid-air.

A rare ray of warm sunlight pierced the sky, casting a beam of light. This divine light, like a spotlight beam, just happened to cover an American cockroach swaying on the deck.

The Sarkaz girl was tightly wrapped in a Rhodes Island uniform, bound with knots that emphasized restraint rather than curves. The tough ropes were attached to the crane in a way that would have caused the blood pressure of those involved to soar.

W tried hard to shake left and right, trying to free himself from the delicate ropes, but since he had tried for a whole night without any results... he was afraid that there would be no results in the future.

hum.

A door opened somewhere on the deck, and a near-ground aircraft was slowly lifted up by an elevator.

The Sarkaz girl quickly tugged at her heartstrings.

[Hey! Otter! Come help me! I don't want to be seen in such an embarrassing state!]

[…Now that things have come to this, you’re asking the victim for help?]

[Damn it! You didn’t enjoy it, did you?!]

I wouldn't be so arbitrary as to call it 'enjoyment'. In terms of pure sport, you weren't a good partner. You focused too much on form and ignored your opponent's condition. Only in the final round did you begin to consider your opponent's feelings.

[You... Enough, enough, enough! I was wrong! The aircraft is coming up! Please, let me down!] Realizing that Otto still had a lot to say, the Sarkaz girl slid to her knees at lightning speed.

The crane, originally used for special operations, trembled slightly, but then stopped.

【…】

Although Otto didn't say a word across from Xinxian, W had a bad feeling.

She asked dryly: [Are you okay?]

[PRTS did not directly pass my operation.]

It refused?

She's asking for authorization—all the actions, one by one.

W was hoping for a lucky break: [Should it just be a matter of time?]

[She denied it. She then extended the scope of my order, requesting cross-authorization from other departments.] Ott paused. [She adopted a very aggressively passive tactic on your question.]

【PRTS is very proactive and does not serve you. 】

Ott felt a little tricky.

He could certainly order PRTS to force her to put W down.

But...is it necessary?

This is a question worth pondering, a question worth pondering over and over again… and if we consider this question, we have to introduce new variables… a question that arises in order to solve a problem…

Good man, so PRTS also learned the skill of procrastination from you, a scumbag! ?

"Kal'tsit! You stinky bitch!" The Sarkaz girl, who still had only a vague understanding of Rhodes Island's shipboard systems, was huddled together, while shouting insults: "You have the guts to steal a man, but don't you have the guts to compete with me openly!?"

The crane suddenly released the rope and W began to fall freely.

"Well!"

Thanks to the Sarkaz's strong bones, she only groaned a few times when she fell from a high place onto the hard deck.

The foul-mouthed beautiful girl's insults against the wrong person due to ignorance were recognized by some PRTS members.

The sunlight was a bit dazzling to W, who was lying on her side on the deck. She continued to crawl and try to hide in the shade.

A pair of familiar shoes came down from the aircraft.

Transparent material.

W couldn't remember the name, but he knew that after wearing it for a while, a thin layer of mist would form, destroying the strange beauty.

Only the old woman who hangs out in places with abundant logistical resources all year round can wear this thing on her feet and still look beautiful.

Or maybe...she doesn't sweat?

"W."

Kal'tsit stepped on the head of the silkworm-like Sarkaz girl. The damage was far less than the fall when PRTS delayed "releasing" W, but it was more insulting.

This is somewhat personal.

"What?" The Sarkaz girl rested her chin on the ground and asked provocatively, "Don't you think it's shameful enough to despise you?"

"You've missed the point." Kal'tsit's voice was extremely cold, so cold that anyone could hear her extreme anger.

"Out of ignorance, W, you have placed both your own ordinary life and Ott's life in grave danger."

The Sarkaz girl finally sensed something strange. She asked doubtfully, "Isn't that why you caught me cheating?"

"I've never been in a position to catch someone cheating - and there's no one around right now."

The crane suddenly moved and slowly lowered.

Maybe one of Otto's previous instructions was finally passed?

"Ott's body is very fragile now. Any substance he eats or comes into contact with must be tested in advance, just in case!" Kal'tsit exerted force unconsciously.

“…” W was stunned.

"Why do you think he wears that hazmat suit every day!?"

"Why do you think he brings people with him wherever he goes!?"

"You..." Kal'tsit raised her foot and stomped hard on the Sarkaz girl's cheek instead of questioning her further.

For the old antique Otto, the fact that most of the creatures on Terra are also left-handed is all thanks to his own efforts.

Although he and his team members had indeed tried very hard, more than ten thousand years had passed in a dream... facing an ecosystem that had evolved for a long time with their physical bodies without professional equipment?

Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.

If he showed his belly button and got bit by some mutant mosquito, he might have to go back to bed again.

Ott, knowing the plot of the original world, naturally ignored this point. But Kal'tsit was not as "confident" as him.

The allergens in daily necessities are not so bad. They have basically been checked out when Otto woke up last time.

But the last time Otto woke up, his mental age was not the "spirited young man" he is now.

At that time, his personal life was very reliable. There was no need to investigate the allergen "heterologous protein" with a two-way effect.

"He...why..." The Sarkaz girl was a little scared.

Why not say it.

But halfway through the question, she realized why: Ott had lost his memory.

Even though the process was completely wrong, W still roughly understood what was going on with Sarkaz's way of thinking:

As a mind flayer, Otto used a very fragile body, but after losing his memory, he also forgot this.

"Tsk!" The Sarkaz girl turned around, closed her eyes, and lay down, admitting her defeat: "I deserve it!"

Mon3ter growled, and a weak laser cut the ropes on W's body, leaving a shallow scorch mark on her underwear.

Chapter 254 Non-stick Pan

Kal'tsit, who had taken the elevator up, came down in the lift. The pilots, who had been waiting for a long time, also boarded the lift with stern faces.

Da da.

Kal'tsit walked towards Ott with unfamiliar heavy steps.

Unexpectedly, she did not continue on that topic: "Dr. Ott, the 'relic' of the Ursus Internal Guard requires your attention."

Oh no, the cat is really angry!

Ott was a little worried.

Will I have to sleep in the medical department tonight?

How could any girl not be angry when a scumbag like you behaves like this?

However, he was kept under observation in the medical department all night to prevent any allergic reactions.

"I think……"

As soon as Otto opened his mouth, the cat showed its sharp edge again.

She growled with disgust, "Your safety is always the top priority! But that doesn't mean I really don't feel anything!"

Seeing this scene, Amiya "trembled", and Otto quickly hid her behind him.

Even so, the little rabbit still leaned more towards Otto.

Kal'tsit said in panic: "Amiya! Sorry, I wasn't yelling at you..."

"It's okay..." the little rabbit said this, but still hid behind Otto.

Well done!

I'll buy you a cake later!

Otto rubbed Amiya's head and promised himself.

Kal'tsit sighed and put her hands in her pockets.

She turned her back to Ott and said, "Doc Otter, don't act like a victim. Even if your body is fragile, in that situation, you only need 'command' to get out of this situation."

"In other words, you did it on purpose."

It's hard to say if she'll obey if I give her a direct order! With W's personality, the more I resist, the more excited she might become! And if I want to make sure she stops, I can only trick her into saying "yes" and do it myself... but I'm not into that kind of thing!

Ott naturally had a different opinion on this, but he wasn't W, so he chose to reserve his opinion.

However, Ott's personal views are more inclined towards himself.

Apart from anything else, when he had the best chance to escape, he clearly chose the second round!

"Not to mention..." Maomao turned half his body with a cold face.

Kal'tsit's increasingly disgusted look made Otto excited, and he even had trouble controlling his expression.

"You... humph!" Considering that Amiya was still there, Kal'tsit bit off the last half of the sentence and changed it into a heartfelt sigh: "...but you can't be a good father."

Ott's memory of the original world line did not extend to the "Tower of Babel" event. For him, facing the cat who was always like a riddle man, it was difficult to get any solid evidence to overturn the impression of "out-of-control servitor".

Therefore, Otto associated the word "father" with the little rabbit.

He retorted, "Amiya likes me the best!"

The Mvp rabbit hiding behind Otto first twitched her ears quickly and her brows raised with joy.

"Ok!"

But soon, when Amiya realized that this "like" was still in the "father-daughter" area, her ears drooped again: "I like Doc the Otter the most..."

Kal'tsit still had her hands in her pockets. She led the way, walking deliberately fast.

"Speaking of the topic of 'father'." Kel'tsit said with a hint of meaning.

"Doc Otter, do you remember the ethical issues of cloning?"

"Ethical issues?" Ott frowned. "Are you talking about the ethical issues between the cloned product and the cloned object? Or the ethical issues between the cloned product and the cloned object's relatives?"

“Both.”

Ott, without a doubt, confidently identified the focus of the topic: "The 'Black Snake' was born based on Tallulah's personality. She is Tallulah's 'daughter' and also Koshena's 'daughter'."

"...Oh?" Kal'tsit added.

Although Otto is indeed quite formidable when he is fully prepared, he can easily fall into trouble if he lacks intelligence.