Why it never ends

Chapter 67 Hunting Time
"You... why... are you back?" Turan asked in a low voice, "Where is that... chelate?"

"It's locked in the corridor, at the other end." Hesta replied softly, "That isolation door should last for a while. Miss Chiba and I made an appointment to meet here, and she will come soon."

"Qianye will come..." Turan's breathing trembled, "That's really... great..."

Turan's voice was a little weak, and Hesta tried her best to think about the topic. Looking at Sean in the distance, she suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, what is the 'frontal lobe'?"

"The frontal lobe... oh, the frontal lobe is...a brain area at the front of the brain." Hearing this question, Turan already understood the intention of Hesta's question, and she continued, "To destroy it is to kill A chelate...the most direct and thorough way..."

Hesta's ears perked up.

"If thermal weapons can be used...in a large area, and incendiary bombs are used intensively, the chelates can be...destroyed in batches, because high temperature can make proteins...denatured.

"However, if it is in... a habitable place, or... a wasteland where civilians need to be rescued, you need mercury needles, melee."

Turan shivered slightly.

Hesta asked with concern, "Do you still have the strength to say it?"

"Yes," Turan looked at her, "this question is very important, you...listen to me...finish."

Hesta nodded silently.

"After the onset, the bones of the chelates, and... most of the non-joint skin... will be strengthened. It is difficult for ordinary bullets and cold weapons to penetrate their defenses... except for the eyeballs... and nasal cavity."

eyeball.

nasal cavity.

Hesta's brain was running at high speed. When fighting the chelate before, she tried to attack the eyes of the chelate according to Sean's suggestion. Whenever the bullet might cause damage to the eye area, the chelate Things stop attacking and turn defensively.

So, is this a weakness?
"But... just hurting these parts is... not enough." Turan continued, "We must focus the attack on the eyeballs and...the nasal cavity, because, through these weaknesses, we can... destroy the pincers with weapons complex brain, especially... the prefrontal lobe.

"The frontal cortex is the brain lobe that manages cognition, emotion, and behavior. It also dominates the chelate's...killing behavior. If it is destroyed, the chelate will become harmless...or die..."

"I see."

Turan let out a long breath, "...Jane."

"I am here."

"Chiba... when will you come?"

"She's been at the base all day today, so she should be here soon." Hesta whispered, "At most three minutes, she will definitely arrive—she is impatient and never procrastinates."

"Okay...ok..." Turan panted, "3 minutes, I...I can do it."

Before the words fell, the two heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door at the same time, and then, the keyboard sound of entering a thirteen-digit number came from the door—someone entered the mercury needle ID at the door.

Turan and Hesta looked at the closed door at the same time, "Miss Chiba!"

However, the door did not open, and an emotionless synthetic female voice sounded mechanically:
"The matching of ID and biometric information failed, your behavior has constituted illegal intrusion, please leave immediately."

Turan fell into despair for a moment - the person outside the door could not be Chiba, it was probably the chelate trying to enter her ID.

Sure enough, outside the door, Chelate pouted.

The door of the safe room is the same as the isolation door in the corridor, which is made of very strong and indestructible materials, but what does it matter? If the door is not broken with a hammer, then the wall embedded in the door will be smashed together how?It just takes more time.

The chelate raised its fist, and every time it hit, the ground here would tremble.

In the safe room, Sean has passed out, only Turan and Hesta are enduring this difficult moment.

Turan looked up at Hesta, "Hide, Jane, you find a place to hide yourself first... If you can delay it for a while--no, you first...you get the anti-epidemic spray first, otherwise it will kill you as soon as it comes in." I can smell where you are...quick...quick!"

Hesta didn't move, she looked at the shaking wall and door in front of her, and suddenly remembered the door of the monastery's rest room.

She had pushed open that door countless times, and received hugs and kisses from the old man behind that door.

She thought of a distant afternoon, of an anthropologist, of a thick book, and of Alma's slow and gentle reading—

"Jane!" Turan snapped, "Did you hear that, hurry—hide!"

Hester came back to his senses.

The past and the present overlap, and everything seems to be repeating the same mistakes, heading towards destruction.

The sound of slamming the door continued more than a dozen times, and with the last loud bang, the chelate finally removed the doors of the entire safe room.

The dispersed dust dissipated, and the chelate smelled a strong, almost pungent fragrance-the anti-epidemic spray almost covered up any other smells in the house.

It first saw Turan, who barely raised his head, and not far behind her, the black-haired boy was lying on the wall for a blood transfusion.

"You're not dead yet...?" Chelate was really stunned, it frowned and blocked its nose, looked left and right, "Where's the red-haired one?"

"Don't come here..." Turan's voice was low, and he uttered a pale threat, "The other mercury needles... are coming soon."

Chelate laughed, and it walked slowly to Turan and squatted down.

"I never thought of getting out of here alive, Turan . . . I know where this place is too well for me to escape.

"If it weren't for the extender that the base injected me every day, I wouldn't have survived last week. You can't imagine how boring the days of being a chelate are... But I should really thank you for letting me die I had such a pleasant gaming experience before.”

it smiles.

"I shouldn't have left without checking the body... It's my fault for letting you suffer for so long here for nothing. Don't be afraid, don't worry, the pain will stop soon."

Chelate's hand supported Turan's chin, and slowly grabbed her throat.

"Goodbye, little girl from Katla, I will... remember you."

A drop of sweat.

A drop of sweat fell like a raindrop.

It lightly hit the chelate's arm.

Almost at the same moment, the chelate suddenly felt a chilling killing intent, which was so abundant that it instantly disturbed its mind.

For a moment, Chelate raised his head——

On the ceiling chandelier, the red-haired Hesta hangs upside down from the zenith.

But at this moment, she was already flying downward like an arrow leaving the string.

The chelate immediately moved sideways, but Hesta had already stretched out her hand to it, and she landed on its shoulder like the swallow of death.

The girl held the chelate's neck in one hand, and tightly held the practice gun with the other hand, and mercilessly slammed it into the chelate's eyes——

The burst eyeballs exploded like fireworks, and the fast-moving bullets shot through the sequestered brain instantly. The hot bullets stirred, and blood and brains sprayed out along the hollow eye sockets, and were thrown into the air together with several bullet casings. .

Although the chelate had stopped struggling after the first bullet was ejected from the chamber, Hesta kept tightly strangling the chelate's neck.

The only six rubber bullets left in the magazine were shot by her...all of them into Chelate's left eye.

(End of this chapter)