Those were three familiar faces—Hoffman, Rich, and Schmidt.
Roger suddenly understood something.
In the dancing firelight, he saw the huge shadow cast by Hesta on the wall, and her footsteps were approaching calmly...
The instinct of survival made Roger struggle to get up, but he stepped on the marble floor where he had spilled his drink before, and fell to the ground again.
The wine dissolved some of the black stains on the ground. Roger raised his palms and realized that they were all dried blood.
His pupils suddenly dilated, "Help...help..."
Hesta grabbed Roger's hair and lifted him up from the ground.
"I finally found you...Luo-Jie!"
Under the overwhelming fear, Roger's facial features had been completely distorted. Hesta looked at his face silently, and suddenly realized that the expressions of these men when they were dying seemed to be the same - their eyes were split. , his face was blue and purple, the corners of his mouth were sunken and crooked, and his nostrils were wider than ever before, causing a clearly audible breathing sound.
She leaned close to Roger's ear and sniffed his scent.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this day," Hesta said softly, "I've been looking for you these past few years."
"You are...thorn...thorn..."
"Assassin." Hestad's face tilted slightly, "Or you can call me Jane Hestad, this is my name."
"Why...why..." Roger burst into tears. He felt that his throat was burning, but he still tried his best to speak in a hoarse voice, "I...don't know you at all——"
"Remember 'Donna'?"
Roger's expression froze for a moment.
"In 4628, you had two weeks of vacation due to the 'relatives and friends bail period', and you chose to go to the artificial coast in the south of Ulian for vacation. At that time, a mercury needle named 'Raven' suddenly appeared. She used a dagger to Punctured both of your lungs... I guess you won't forget this."
Hesta picked up the silver wine flask that had fallen on the ground. She shook it gently, but there was nothing left in it.
At this moment, Roger stood up and rushed towards the side door of the dance floor not far away. A sharp dagger flew out of Hesta's hand almost at the same time. Its blade flickered and then plunged into Roger's thigh.
Roger fell silently. He pressed the wound on his leg with one hand and clutched his throat with the other. He gasped hard and tried to call for help, but he could only spit out a series of weak breath sounds.
Hesta took Roger by the hair and brought him back to the fire again.
"This fall, Raven and I met in District 12. She told me that the thing she regretted most was not killing you with her own hands. The reason for not killing you directly was to make you feel more pain before you died. Who knew that AHgAs would send you directly to the mercury needle intensive care unit...
"At that time, I really wanted to tell her, don't regret it, you did nothing wrong. If Roger really died so senselessly, we would regret it for the rest of our lives.
"But fortunately, I held back," Hesta looked at Roger, "Before it succeeds, one less person knows what I want to do, and the chance of success is one point higher. So I feel this way for everyone. Did not say,"
Blood continued to gush out from the wound on Roger's thigh. He curled up on the ground in pain and whispered softly in a voice that only Hesta could hear: "Donna's death...I am also...very sorry...but, I have never been I never thought... to harm a mercury needle... it was all... all accidents..."
"In order to attack the local chamber of commerce, you were the mastermind behind planning the kidnapping and taking so many civilians as hostages."
Roger's brows furrowed deeply, and at this moment, he shed tears of regret again.
You shouldn't have planned that operation for that little tax back then - how come this matter...isn't over yet today?
"I...I am willing to apologize publicly..." Roger cried bitterly, "I am willing...willing to donate all my property..."
Roger touched the upper of Hesta's shoe.
"As long as you are willing to...let me go, I...I promise that I won't hold you accountable tonight..."
"What are you talking about in your sleep?"
"You...all your mercury needles have chips...right?" Roger, who was lying on the ground, raised his head vigorously, "I...if I go missing, others will check...wait until others find out what you are today Wan's unusual whereabouts... will naturally be... traced. At that time, did you think... did you think you could escape? "
Hesta touched her chin and looked at him thoughtfully.
This reaction made Roger seem to have grasped a glimmer of hope. He squeezed out a bleak smile: "I can... set up a foundation. Who is Donna to you? A friend? A sister? I can use her Name...or your name to name the foundation, I...I can support those women who make a living from the wasteland to a livable place...I can do whatever you want, give me...a chance to redeem myself—— "
Hesta withdrew her feet, and the firelight divided her face into yin and yang, and she broke into a bloody smile.
"Think again with your toes, Mr. Roger. If I couldn't escape, how on earth did Narihi and Schmidt die? How did I stand in front of you today?"
Roger was startled again, and then he bit his lower lip tightly, his body shaking violently from crying. He twisted his body and slowly crawled towards Hesta's feet, trying to pull down her trousers.
"Please...please..."
Hesta knelt down and took Roger's hand.
Facing the light of the fire, she took out a slender syringe and pushed all the medicine into Roger's vein quickly and accurately.
Roger retracted his hand unexpectedly, "...what did you do..."
"Don't you know? I found this on your bedside table."
Hesta threw the needle in front of Roger.
Roger frowned. He picked up the needle tremblingly and quickly recognized what it was - the receptor.
"I occasionally use it during combat. The concentration is usually around 0.02%, which is five times lower than the version you use. Because it can greatly enhance a person's five senses in a short period of time, it can always It effectively helps me retrieve the aberrants hiding in the dark more quickly..."
Hesta was silent for a moment and smiled, "However, the side effects are also very obvious. During the onset of effect, people's pain perception will also become more sensitive. Once injured, the pain will be almost unbearable."
Hesta stood up and put her foot on Roger's crotch.
"I'm guessing you have one on you right now?"
Roger screamed and huddled up in pain again.
Hesta stepped over Roger on the ground and raised a prototype of a life-support device from the darkness.
"Come on, time is limited... none of us should waste this good night."
