"boom."
After a gunshot without warning, Sean felt a strong pull on his right hand. The DV he had been holding firmly in his hand was knocked away, and fragments of the machine burst out in all directions and embedded themselves in his skin.
In the distance, Hesta was holding two guns. The muzzle of one gun was filled with smoke, which was composed of unburned gunpowder, gun oil, metal shavings and soot.
When he realized the danger, the second gunshot sounded——
"boom."
Sean finally began to enter bullet time, and the changes in this moment became extremely long in his perspective——
The cartridge case of the first bullet bounced off the ground and landed at Hesta's feet. The second empty cartridge case was flying diagonally from the back and top of the gun barrel.
The dark golden bullet ejected at high speed had already reached right in front of Sean's chest. He even saw the bullet head pressing a shallow pit into his leather jacket...
It's over.
That's too late……
The fear of death gripped Sean's soul, and in the end, his bullet time could only be used to prolong the moment of death.
This moment is so immediate and yet so painful.
Severe pain came from his heart, and Sean fell backwards.
After a dull impact, Sean fell to the ground. He looked at the pale light above his head, his facial features twisted together due to the severe pain, and a strong feeling of weakness swept through his limbs.
Is this... death?
Sean heard the clear sound of footsteps approaching, which was Hesta's soft leather heels stepping on the stone floor of the base.
She stopped next to Sean and looked down at his face expressionlessly, like an ant.
"No wonder Miss Chiba said before that I made things complicated," Hestad calmly put away the gun, "It turns out that this matter is so easy..."
Sean was shocked and disgusted. He stretched out his hand to Hesta in vain, wishing to crush her.
However, this cannot be done after all.
Is this... my last moment before death?
Sean stared into the eyes of the person in front of him, filled with unwillingness and resentment.
Soon, half a minute passed.
Sean finally realized that something was not right. His eyes staring at Hesta gradually turned from hatred to suspicion - the bullet has been shot through the heart for so long, why am I not dead yet...
Sean wanted to see the wound on his chest, but he was too weak to even lift his head.
Hesta suddenly raised his foot and stepped on Sean's face.
She lowered her head, expressionless.
"Look at you now, Sean."
"You...what...you...did..." Sean's voice was completely mute, and he spoke intermittently, "Why..."
"What hit the DV was a 19mm Parabellum bullet. But what hit you was a rubber bullet."
Hesta held a black bullet casing between her index and middle fingers and held it in front of Sean's eyes.
"If I want to use it to kill you, it's not powerful enough, but it's enough to make you fall out of bullet time."
As he said that, Hesta threw the cartridge case away casually, and it fell to the ground and rolled toward the wall.
Sean looked at the shell in shock, veins bulging on his forehead.
Hesta said softly: "To be honest, I also think you are a geek. After people have a skill, it is always easy to rely on it. I understand this feeling... but this kind of dependence is very dangerous, because there is nothing to say. Sometimes, it will make you so swollen that you forget your own weaknesses and become an obstacle for you, right?"
Sean, who had entered the time limit, was still struggling, but with all his strength, he could only twist on his back.
His face was still being stepped on by Hesta - Hesta was seriously hurt, and his head hit the floor, almost splitting in pain.
In just a few minutes, Sean had already figured out the ins and outs of this matter:
Hesta pretended to make an appointment with him here, and shot the first bullet through his DV, prompting him to enter bullet time. At the same time, the second bullet was shot into his heart, with the purpose of using the fear of death to break down his resistance. will, thus completely falling out of bullet time.
——She succeeded.
But, how is this possible...
How could she be so accurate...
When did she develop her shooting skills?
...No, where did she get the gun?
"You...you're done..." Sean tried his best to show a ferocious smile, "Wait...wait for the others to come..."
"Don't talk yet, listen."
In the silence, a series of metal collisions came from the distant corridor.
Sean realized something, and his eyes widened in surprise—he knew very well what the sound was. It was a partition device installed in all underground buildings in the base.
Taking into account all extreme situations: invasion by external armed forces, escape of internal chelates, spies or other dangerous personnel accidentally entering the base... There is a spare door every twenty meters here, and the door panels are all seventy centimeters thick. Steel plates are usually stored in the wall. When an extremely serious intrusion is detected inside the base, all partition devices will be activated individually according to a predetermined algorithm.
And "someone broke into the underground hospital of the base with a gun" obviously falls into the "extremely serious" category.
"It will take time for others to come, so you don't have to worry."
Under Hesta's gaze, Sean shuddered and became completely quiet.
The girl squatted down, grabbed Sean's hair and lifted his head off the ground.
Their eyes met, Hesta's expression was extremely cold.
"Remember, you said before that I look like a flower. Then I thought about it, maybe that's true. In Short Call Lane, at St. Anne's Monastery, including at the base, I can always meet some people who treat me sincerely. They Treat me with the same care you would treat a flower.
"When I was sick, there were people who took care of me. Some people kept vigil for me and prayed for me, asking God to relieve my pain. Some people taught me how to read and sing. For my happiness, they were willing to take risks, even In times of crisis, some of them are willing to die in exchange for my life... There are always some who value me more than their lives."
Hesta looked at Sean, "Have you ever been loved like this, Sean? Has anyone ever done these things for you?"
Before Sean could answer, Hesta had already smiled contemptuously.
"How is it possible? Do you deserve it? You don't deserve it." She said softly, "No one cares about a thing that looks like a bug, like a mouse, and in short, not a human being. Because a coward, a bastard, and a liar like you Liar, you are destined to be a bastard who will be stepped on all your life... Are you still dreaming of moving up? You only deserve to live in a stinking ditch."
Sean was speechless - some of the words in these words were words he had said to Calvin before, and he didn't know where Hestad found out about them.
But Sean couldn't care so much at this moment. His jaw was trembling slightly, his chest was heaving violently, his eyes were bloodshot with anger, and the bulging veins stretched from his neck to his temples.
He said nothing, staring in the direction of Hesta.
No one had ever...insulted him like this.
