In Sean's eyes, Hesta was fighting and retreating at an unimaginable speed, slowly taking the chelate deeper into the road until it disappeared from his sight.
Sean lay on the ground, silently counting Hesta's gunshots.
Hesta carried two pistols. One was a practice gun used by the base. It was equipped with 15 rubber bullets and had average lethality. The other was a decent Beretta 92. Judging from the magazine size, it should have 15 rounds. Or a capacity of 17 rounds.
Hesta had no other weapons in her hands. Once she ran out of bullets, she could only fall into a passive defense situation.
After eleven shots, the shooting stopped briefly, but the sounds of fighting continued.
Sean's heart sank—Hesta's Beretta 92 was out of bullets.
There should be 14 rubber bullets left in her other practice gun, but these bullets couldn't even penetrate his flesh and blood at a distance of about fifteen meters. She expected this kind of thing to fight against chelates. It's just wishful thinking...
Sure enough, when the gunfire rang out again, there was no longer the deafening roar before.
Sean felt a chill, and the large amount of blood loss brought about drowsiness. He truly fell into a kind of calm - no longer fragmented due to excessive fright, nor was it the certainty caused by knowing everything. , this feeling of nothingness was like being drunk, making him feel detached and free.
Sean sighed softly and closed his eyes without resistance.
It's not bad to die like this, at least you won't be threatened more...
Calvin's face suddenly appeared in his mind, and Sean frowned, feeling a little sad again - in the end, I can only leave you alone in the world...
In the haze, Sean felt a warm embrace opening towards him, and he knew it was the wings of death. The pain in his body was becoming numb, and the scythe of death was calming his pain as it reaped his life.
There was a loud noise in the distance, and Sean only felt the noise. It wasn't until he felt like someone was dragging his body around him that he reluctantly opened his eyes.
He saw Hesta's face.
Sean woke up with a jolt, and the pain in his arms suddenly became sharp again. He lowered his head and found that Hesta had removed his shoelaces and was helping him tie the ends of his two broken arms tightly.
The loud noise in the distance continued, as if someone was beating a war drum with a giant hammer.
"...Where's the chelate?"
"There is a manually triggered partition door over there," Hesta replied quickly, "I lured it over and temporarily locked it in there, although I don't know how long it can last..."
Sean understood - these huge impacts were the chelate using its huge strength and steel-like hands to hit the partition door.
"You...you awakened for the second time?"
"Stop talking."
Hesta interrupted Sean's inquiry. She carried Sean on her back and ran quickly towards the escape room.
With one more person on her back, Hesta, who was running wildly, felt her lungs begin to burn again, but Sean, who had broken both arms, had lost nearly twenty kilograms, and she could barely hold on.
Sean lay weakly on Hesta's back, "Why is your speed... so slow again?"
Hesta sneered, "Why don't you break two legs again? Then I will definitely be able to run faster."
Sean shut up sarcastically, but he was still confused.
At this moment, Hesta was like an ordinary little girl, running normally in the corridor, and she was completely different from the one who was fighting at high speed just now.
Sean thought alone for a while, and suddenly realized that Hesta should not have a second awakening, otherwise the force she used to stop the bleeding with her shoe would definitely break off another section of his residual arm.
How to learn to control one's own strength in bullet time is a very challenging skill for all newcomers to mercury needles. Without long-term deliberate practice, few newcomers can master it. Even if they master it initially, it is very difficult. It is possible to lose control due to various factors - just like the last time Liz hugged Hesta and broke her bones during bullet time.
Sean gasped, his consciousness falling into chaos again, and he had no strength to think about it anymore.
The safe room is close at hand.
"Tulan!" Hesta shouted.
When she finally stepped through the door, she immediately saw Turan lying on the ground.
Turan lay curled up in a pool of blood with a painful expression, but she still maintained a clear consciousness. When she heard Hesta's voice, she raised her head towards the door in disbelief.
"Jane...?" Turan murmured.
Hesta placed Sean in the corner, then quickly turned around and closed the door of the escape room.
After locking the door, Hesta came to Turan and asked, "Tulan, how are you?"
"Don't... don't touch me!" Turan's voice suddenly became rapid and weak.
Hesta quickly understood the reason: Turan's abdomen was cut almost in half horizontally, and many of the abdominal organs had flowed out along the wound, with some slender blood vessels still attached to it.
Turan looked at Hesta. Her eyes were still gem-like green, but there was a silver edge around them - that was the sign that the mercury needle had entered bullet time.
"I'm fine," Turan said weakly, "Don't be afraid, I can hold on."
Not far away, Sean, who was placed by Hesta against the wall, had completely lost consciousness, entered shock, and slowly slipped along the wall.
This movement caught Turan's attention. She saw Sean's severed limbs and immediately understood what happened to him and Hesta.
"Jane...over there...the cabinet over there, in the second column," Turan said intermittently, "go...open it."
Hesta stood up immediately and went to the position designated by Turan - but the cabinet door was locked and could not be opened at all.
"Is it this one?"
"Yes..." Turan whispered, "Enter your...ID."
Only then did Hestad notice that there was a numeric keyboard in the center of the dark metal cabinet. She quickly typed in 4623030042403. Just after entering the last number, the numeric keyboard disappeared and turned into a real-time screen. Portrait of Hesta.
The red freeze frame firmly framed the outline of Hesta's face. After a few seconds, the red turned to blue. Hesta heard the sound of gears biting and rotating, and the door popped open.
"This is a battlefield blood transfusion device...you push it to Sean, he looks like...he is about to die."
"Don't I need to give it to you first?"
Turan shook his head, "I...I am not suitable to use this anymore...it will only...accelerate my bleeding..."
Under Turan's guidance, Hesta pushed the blood transfusion device to Sean's side. She pulled out several sterile tubes from the device and fixed the round cover at the end to Sean's broken arm. After the device was turned on, she untied the shoelaces tied to Sean's upper body.
After a female synthesized voice explained, the micro-manipulator in the device began debridement. Soon after, milky white universal blood flowed into Sean's body through the transparent infusion tube.
Hesta quickly returned to Turan. The tragic situation in front of her made her unable to bear to look at it. "What else can I do for you, Turan?"
Turan laughed, "I'm fine. As long as I'm still within the bullet time, I... can hold on."
"How long is your bullet time?"
"1 hour and 03 minutes... that's enough, that's definitely enough." Turan's face was as pale as paper, and she smiled slightly, "You... it's great that you're here... Jane, I, I'm so sleepy... and I ...Talk to me..."
