Why it never ends

Chapter 62
"boom."

After an unexpected gunshot came, Sean felt a strong pull from his right hand, and the DV, which he had been holding firmly in his hand, was knocked into the air, and the fragments of the machine burst out in all directions, embedding into his skin.

Hesta held two guns in the distance, and the muzzle of one gun was already covered with blue smoke, which was the smoke composed of unburned gunpowder, gun oil, metal filings and soot.

When he realized the danger, the second shot had already sounded——

"boom."

Sean finally started to enter bullet time, and the momentary change became extremely long in his perspective——

The casing of the first bullet bounced off the ground and landed at Hesta's feet, and the second empty casing was flying diagonally from the upper rear of the barrel.

And the dark golden bullet ejected at high speed had already reached the front of Sean's chest, and he even saw the bullet head pressing his leather jacket into a shallow crater...

It’s over.

That's too late……

The fear of dying seized Sean's soul, and in the end his bullet time could only be used to prolong the moment of death.

This moment is so fast and so difficult.

There was severe pain in 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 were twisted together by the severe pain, and a strong sense of weakness swept through his limbs and bones.

Is this... death?

Sean heard the distinct sound of footsteps approaching, the heels of Hesta's moccasins on the stone floor of the base.

She stopped beside Sean, looking down at his face expressionlessly, like looking at an ant.

"No wonder Miss Chiba said that I made things complicated," Hesta put away the gun calmly, "It turns out that this matter is so easy..."

Shocked and hated, Sean stretched out his hand to Hesta in vain, wishing he could crush her.

However, this is impossible after all.

Is this my... last moment before I die?

Sean stared into the eyes of the person in front of him, full of unwillingness and resentment.

Soon, half a minute passed.

Sean finally realized that something was wrong, and his eyes on Hesta gradually changed from hatred to surprise—the bullet has been shot through my heart for so long, why am I still alive...

Sean wanted to see the wound on his chest, but he was too weak to even look up.

Hesta suddenly raised his foot and stepped on Sean's face.

She lowered her head, expressionless.

"Look at you now, Sean."

"You...you...what did you..." Sean's voice was completely hoarse, and he spoke intermittently, "Why..."

"What hits the DV is a 19mm Parabellum bullet. But what hits you is a rubber bullet."

Hesta held a black bullet casing between his index finger and middle finger, and held it in front of Sean.

"It's not powerful enough to kill you, but it's enough to make you fall out of bullet time."

As he spoke, Hesta threw away the cartridge case casually. It fell to the ground and rolled towards the wall with a grunt.

Sean looked at the shell casing in shock, with blue veins on his forehead.

Hesta said softly: "To be honest, I also think you are a geek. People are always very easy to rely on a skill after they have a skill. I understand this feeling... But this kind of dependence is very dangerous, because there is nothing to say At times, it swells you up so much that you forget your weaknesses, and it becomes your hindrance, doesn't it?"

Sean, who had already entered the restricted time, was still struggling, but with all his strength, he could only twist on his back.

His face was still being trampled on by Hesta—Hesta was serious, his head was on the floor, and it was already in pain and it was about to split.

In just a few minutes, Sean had already figured out the ins and outs of this matter:

Hesta pretended to ask him here, the first shot pierced his DV, prompting him to enter bullet time, at the same time, the second bullet shot into his heart, the purpose was to use 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 precise...

When did she practice her shooting?
... No, where did she get the gun?
"You...you're done..." Sean tried his best to show a ferocious smile, "Wait...wait for others to come..."

"Don't talk yet, listen."

In the silence, there was a continuous sound of metal crashing in the corridor in the distance.

Sean realized something, his eyes widened in surprise—he knew exactly what the sound was, it was the partition device installed in all the base's underground buildings.

Taking into account all extreme situations: the invasion of external armed forces, the escape of internal chelates, spies or other dangerous personnel accidentally entering the base for activities... Every intersection here is equipped with spare partition doors, and the door panels are all [-] centimeters thick Usually, they are stored in the walls. When an extremely serious intrusion activity is detected inside the base, the partition devices will be activated according to a predetermined algorithm.

And "someone broke into the base's underground hospital with a gun" obviously belongs to the "extremely serious" category.

"It will take time for other people to come, so don't worry."

Under Hesta's gaze, Sean shivered and fell completely silent.

The girl knelt down, and she grabbed Sean's hair and lifted his head off the ground.

The four eyes met, and Hesta's expression was extremely cold.

"Remember, you said I was like a flower before. I thought about it later, maybe it is true. In Duanming Lane, in St. Anne's Monastery, including at the base, I can always meet some people who treat me sincerely. They Treat me like a flower.

"When I was sick, there were people who took care of me every step of the way. Someone kept vigil for me, prayed for me, and asked God to relieve my pain; someone taught me how to read and sing. For my happiness, they were willing to take risks, even in the In times of crisis, some of them are willing to trade their own death for my life... there are always some people who regard me as more important than their lives."

Hesta looked at Sean, "Have you ever been loved like this, Sean? Has anyone done this for you?"

Before Sean could answer, Hesta had a contemptuous smile on his face.

"How is it possible, do you deserve it? You don't deserve it." She whispered, "A thing that is like a bug, like a mouse, and in short, not a person, no one cares. Because a coward like you, a jerk, a nonsense Liar, you are doomed to be trampled on the soles of your feet for the rest of your life... Do you still want to go up? You only deserve to live in a stinky ditch."

Sean couldn't speak—some of the words in these words were what he had said to Calvin, and he didn't know where Hesta got them from.

But at this moment, Sean couldn't care less. His jaw trembled slightly, his chest heaved violently, his eyes were bloodshot with anger, and the bulging blue veins stretched from his neck to his temples.

Without saying a word, he stared in Hesta's direction.

No one had ever... insulted him like this.

(End of this chapter)