Chapter 110 Why Must I Experience the Sufferings of the World?
When the shackles made of seawater dragged Xin Que into the little hell, she keenly sensed that the fragments of memories she was looking for were there.
Xin Que "..."
Is this some kind of perverse quirk she had before she lost her memory, or is she hiding the fragments in a little hell just to be on the safe side?
Xin Que's forehead twitched.
Li Zhonghan, you established a church, using the name of God to exploit and oppress ordinary people...
Human trafficking, fraud and deception...
The scene before Xin Que's eyes changed.
It was about her past in the Huo family.
Just as the lava was pouring down on Xin Que and the terrified Li Zhonghan, Xin Que lost his footing and was thrown heavily into the next level of hell.
...
Having endured the tortures of hell layer by layer, Xin Que gradually pieced together the sixteen fragments of memory into a complete picture.
This memory is... a compilation of memories from countless missions I've taken since joining the Huo family.
“Numbers 81-90…” The man smiled as he introduced the ten people to the superior in front of him, “These ten are the new recruits who were auctioned off in this arena, and they perfectly meet the requirements of the Huo family for training assassins.”
Xin Que glanced at the words "Auction Item" embroidered prominently on her body, then looked at the tag in her hand, number 89.
...
"What's your name?" The person in charge, surrounded by a dense throng of bodyguards, looked at her. "Luckily, I didn't expect someone who looks so thin and frail to have such explosive power..."
Xin Que looked down at the blood-stained sign in her hand.
The encoding has been changed to 81.
"Sir, the lower classes don't have names," the assistant beside the superior said with a light but sarcastic tone, echoing in the lavishly decorated room. "A number is enough."
Then the assistant's personal communicator vibrated.
“Mr. Huo,” the assistant glanced at the floating screen in front of him and immediately presented the content to his superior with utmost respect, “it’s that supplier from the lower city… he’s starting to cause trouble again.”
After a moment's thought, the person in charge quickly made a decision: "It's nothing major. Just let... these newcomers who are ranked lower take over."
"It's not worth wasting all the effort we've put into nurturing them..."
...
81,
"Number 81?"
65,
"Number 65, the next mission..."
48,
"May I have your name?"
"Xin Que".
37,
"Team Leader Xin..."
twenty four,
"Captain Xin, the patriarch said that starting today, you will be transferred from the Death Squad to the Dark Squad."
17,
"Deputy Commander Xin, this mission..."
13.
"Minister Xin," the assistant said with a smile, sending the new mission data to Xin Que's communicator, "the patriarch has repeatedly instructed that this mission requires your personal involvement."
The assistant of "our Huo family" has become much more ruthless; "it's time to purge the moles from within."
Xin Que leaned against the large desk and with a "whoosh," she sheathed the gleaming Nepalese kukri in her hand.
"Minister Xin, you really have a fondness for these old weapons," the assistant said with a smile, flattering Xin Que's taste. "I'll talk to my friends about keeping an eye out for cold weapons at the auction for you."
"These knives, spears, and clubs are all old items that are hard to find in this era of modern weapons..."
“Assistant Feng,” Xin Que smiled, her face as kind as ever, “it’s best not to discuss things unrelated to work during work hours, don’t you think?”
Feng Caijun smiled and nodded, "Minister Xin is as dedicated to his duties as ever. You may continue with your work; I'll head back now."
Xin Que's smile remained unchanged. "I'm going to the training camp, so I won't see Assistant Feng off."
Feng Caijun waved his hand, "Minister Xin, just go. Why bother with these empty gifts?"
It took only two years to go from 89 to 13 in the numbering system.
Over the past two years, she has faced countless dangers and walked over the corpses of countless mission targets and colleagues before finally earning the respectful title of "Minister".
It seems her identity has undergone a complete transformation, and her future is undoubtedly bright...
But the "death squad" label etched into his bones reminded Xin Que day after day that no matter how high he soared, he could never escape the control of those in power.
The position that Xin Que risked her life to climb to was, in the eyes of the Huo family of Shangcheng, merely a slightly higher-end consumable.
She was like that, and so was Feng Caijun.
In this continent with its rigid hierarchy and where order serves power, the value of human life... depends solely on the judgment of those in positions of authority.
Treading through ruins, navigating dark alleyways teeming with all sorts of scoundrels, and wading through decadent, glittering nightclubs...
Xin Que passed by countless opponents who died at her hands, and overlooked countless faces that had long been faded by time. Finally, she stopped in front of the full-length mirror in the minister's office.
The woman in the mirror had an uncontrollable ferocity in her eyes. She wore a white, well-fitting shirt, the hem of which was neatly tucked into her waistband by a tactical belt, and the butt of her gun was exposed outside the holster on her waist.
Looking up, Xin Que and [Xin Que] met each other's eyes across the mirror.
"Now, do you recall your past?"
Accompanied by the howls of the prison guards and ghosts, Xin Que suddenly came to her senses.
The hellish scene before my eyes was a waterfall of countless swords raining down from above.
Blood splattered, and Xin Que threw aside the little devil she had quickly pulled to shield her from the knife, then fled.
"Stubborn and obstinate".
The divine voice surrounded Xin Que from all directions, as if it wanted to crush her bones, filling this dark and gloomy hell with boundless pressure.
Xin Que kept moving, swiftly traversing the small hell of lone wolves, ignoring the frenzied howls of the wolf pack behind her as they smelled food, racing against time.
Pulling aside a wild wolf that charged at him recklessly, Xin Que mobilized all the escape and combat skills she had acquired since becoming a suicide assassin.
With a vicious elbow strike to the back of a wolf's neck, Xin Que grabbed its flesh and hurled it at a wolf that lunged at her neck from the side.
With his bare hands, he snapped the neck of another wolf that charged at him, and the wolf pack around Xin Que grew even denser.
Countless ghost wolves surged onto the horizon one after another, charging towards the outnumbered woman. Soon, Xin Que's figure disappeared into the dense pack of wolves.
"Bang!"
Xin Que fell heavily onto the deck.
Propelling herself to her feet from the howling, biting wind, Xin Que's expression hardened.
Back on the cruise ship?
but……
The cruise ship, which had capsized and was partially destroyed by the bomb, lay quietly on the frozen sea.
The towering, sky-covering waves had been frozen by a strange force, like the claws of some monster, holding the cruise ship in the very center.
Xin Que raised her head and looked at the highest point of the waves, meeting countless eyes peering at her from beyond the high sky.
A fierce wind howled and a blizzard raged.
This is the last of the sixteen minor hells under the jurisdiction of King Chujiang.
The Frozen Little Hell.
A densely packed group of jailers, each guarding a different type of ice blade as thick as an iron tower, appeared high above the waves. Their expressions varied, but when they looked down at Xin Que, the contempt in their eyes was remarkably consistent.
The ice blades gradually tilted in the air, all aimed at Xin Que, who was trapped on the cruise ship.
The last segment of the surveillance footage shows a woman standing on the deck, looking up at the ice blade that is about to shatter her to pieces. Her eyes are exceptionally sharp, as if she is trying to see through the data to the ten AI administrators monitoring the prison's activities...
The last second before the screen went black was Xin Que's still upright figure in the blizzard, and her voice muffled by the cold wind.
It was full of sarcasm.
That's it?
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