my stealth fighter

Chapter 187 True Red
It would be fine to say that they live here just because of their physical disabilities. However, in addition to these old, weak, sick and disabled people, there are also some people who claim to have mental illnesses and come to the dying home to ask for treatment.

Mental illness?

She couldn't understand what a mental illness was, if anything, was not being devout enough to the gods, losing their traditional beliefs and falling into the arms of sickle and axe or pagans.

From her point of view, these people who are clearly able-bodied but huddled in this tomb to eat and wait to die are a complete waste of social resources, and they might as well just die.

The dispute between her and her friend was that her friend was too soft-hearted and refused to give up these pariahs, and asked her to send them a little aid, while her idea was...

If you want to get a country out of poverty, isn't the easiest way to get rid of all the poor?

This country is like a deformed monster. It has a wise and intelligent head and a lean and powerful upper body, but it has to drag its bloated and fat lower body that is slowly festering.

Her friend tends to enhance the upper body while at least keeping the lower body from festering.

It is precisely because her friend is too soft-hearted that she ended up dying in a foreign country...

She stuck her right hand into the sari, pulled out a golden machete, raised it high, and chopped it off at the neck of a teenager, just like a priest beheading a sheep's head.

Blood spurts.

The boy didn't even make a sound, and his head was in a different place, the blood from the carotid artery leaked out violently.

Holding the wine glass in her left hand, she poured warm blood into it and drank it down in one gulp.

Sheep's blood has an inexhaustible smell of mutton and filth, how can it compare to the purity and sweetness of human blood?It is supremely delicious!
The death of the young man hardly made any sound, and the humming and coughing in this row of rooms kept coming and going, even if there was a little strange sound, it would be covered up.

Most of the other patients didn't know it. The patient lying on the adjacent bed saw this scene, his eyes widened in horror, and he opened his mouth wide to shout, but only let out a few weak coughs.

"Shh."

She put her index finger up around her mouth to signal him not to shout. Just seeing her expression and movements, she might have thought she was a caring volunteer.

Sure enough, the patient in the next bed didn't dare to shout, because he was too weak to move, so what's the use of shouting?If she didn't shout, maybe she would let him go...

With such a fluke mentality, he thought that she was hired by the boy's enemy to commit the murder, and she should leave after reaching the goal, right?

It's a pity that she has never met everyone here, and she has no grievances or enmities.

With a flash of golden light, the patient in the adjacent bed was also decapitated, with a begging look on his face.

She walked past the beds one by one.

One knife, two knives, three knives...

She raised the knife in her hand, and the rows of single beds were stained red with blood.

Some people wanted to call for help, some jumped out of bed and wanted to run, and some tried to resist, but her knife was too fast, and everything was cut in two where the knife passed.

More people accept their fate and wait for the god of death to come in relief. Compared with their incurable diseases and disabilities, it may be a blessing to be freed from this, and die early and enter reincarnation sooner.

At the moment before the golden knife falls, they are recalling whether they have accumulated enough good deeds in this life, whether they can be reborn as a superior person in the next life, or whether they want to be reincarnated as a dog or an ant...

She tasted different flavors of blood, some were sweet, some were salty, some were spicy, some were bitter, some smelled like gunpowder smoke, some were full of compound toxins...but she never refused.

Every cup of blood made her stronger.

She has disliked this place for a long time. A humble nun who came from nowhere built a simple slum, and even gained a huge reputation, and even attracted all nations to come to court, and her reputation even faintly surpassed the local temple... Damn all the untouchables who survived and abandoned their traditional beliefs, relying on the protection of heretics!
Finally, all the single beds where people were sleeping were dripping with blood. The blood from different people stained the entire indoor floor red. The blood flowed like a river, which was redder than the floor of the Kali Temple—made of sheep blood and red blood. How can the false red formed by dye compare with the true red made by human blood?
She took off her kerchief, dipped her fingers into the empty wine glass, dipped the blood stains on the side of the glass, and painted the funnel-shaped area from the top of her forehead to the tip of her nose red, avoiding only an area between her eyebrows, which Almond-shaped, like a vertical eye.

Her lips were even more bright because of the infiltration of blood, as if they were dripping blood.

Even after beheading hundreds of people, the golden knife in her hand was still as clean as a mirror, not even a drop of blood was stained on it, the blade was as smooth as a crescent moon, and there was no trace of bumping or curling.

She likes this knife very much, it was a gift from a friend.

It seems to be made of metal, but it is not, but the bone of some extraordinary animal. It is not very sharp in itself, and even a little blunt in a static state, because sharpness and hardness cannot be combined, but because of its super toughness, Capable of withstanding thousands of high-frequency vibrations per second, it is a very handy weapon for her to use.

Her wrists are extremely soft and flexible. This is not the flexibility in the sense of ordinary people, but the flexibility of a high-level extraordinary person. She is a top yoga master herself, and the flexibility and softness of her wrists are unparalleled in the world.

The high-frequency vibration of the wrist is transmitted to the blade, and when the blade touches the surface of the object, the high-frequency vibration is transmitted into the object.

The density inside any object is not absolutely uniform. Under high-frequency vibration, the vibration amplitude and intensity of regions with different densities are different, which will cause the object to break from the inside.

In other words, the knife does not "cut open" the target, but uses high-frequency vibrations to cause the target to collapse itself from the inside.

The knife itself does not vibrate by itself, the vibration comes from her wrist, so this knife is just a collectible in the hands of others, and it may not be as good as a fruit knife for killing people.

Her strength is not entirely due to this knife, but this knife definitely makes her even more powerful.

If there is enough time, she will take a knife and kill all the sickles and axes and heretics in this city. After all, the name of the city of Calcutta means "Kali's Bathing Ground", and she does not allow these foreign people Garbage defiles the holy city.

But that would take a long time, and it was more important to avenge a friend while his body was still alive.

The heads rolled to the ground one after another, it would look nice if they were strung together and made into a necklace to hang around her neck, but considering that she would take a taxi to go to other places in a while, she could only give up regrettably.

But it doesn't matter, she will use the heads of friends and enemies to make a more beautiful necklace.

soon.

(End of this chapter)