Book 9: Chapter 39: The Push
“This direction… seems to lead to HELLSING’s headquarters, right?” Grant recalled the trio’s path after a brief moment of thought, his voice filled with doubt. “Would they still be there?”
Grant’s skepticism wasn’t unfounded. HELLSING’s headquarters was a nobleman’s manor disguised as a holiday villa. Its architecture was dignified yet elegant, but as an older building, the main structure lacked the towering height of modern constructions.
From their position, they could now see the entire scene clearly. The lawn before the manor was pitted with craters, littered with the bodies of guards and Crusaders. Freshly turned soil mixed with blood and torn grass clumps.
The manor’s outer walls were shattered, fractured rebar jutting from the concrete in places. The fountain topped with an Angel statue that once stood before the estate was completely gone, replaced only by a massive bomb crater. Likely blown apart by helicopter rockets, the sight was horrifying.
Part of the main building’s right side had also vanished, exposing broken furniture and decorations within. Walls were riddled top to bottom with bullet holes, like moldy cheese or a flower ravaged by a storm.
“Hmm, when I was on the Berlin airship, Major Montana mentioned HELLSING’s leader countless times,” Qin Lun said with a faint smile. “He seemed quite impressed by that woman named Integra. He said even though she’s just a woman and her methods immature, she possesses her ancestors’ spirit – both ruthless and stubborn.
Since she gambled everything by releasing Alucard, she’s betting everything on this war. Someone like that wouldn’t abandon her command post before the fighting ends. Grant, look at the guard bodies at the manor’s front. Do they look like beaten dogs fleeing for their lives, slaughtered from behind by the Crusaders?”
“Indeed…” Grant grinned wide, a flicker of red light in his eyes as he licked his lips menacingly. “You’ve actually got me excited now, Qin Lun. You did that on purpose, didn’t you!”
“Wait, I didn’t know your tastes were this… unique,” Qin Lun replied, arching an eyebrow in surprise at the Joker’s bloodthirsty excitement. “I thought you liked beautiful creatures? By any measure, that Integra seems more like a mannish woman?”