sinovels Chapter 155 Stinging
Chapter 155 Stinging
"Cough cough...cough..."
At the edge of the Umbrella battlefield, a violent coughing sound rang out.
Sato Saori opened her eyes with difficulty.
However, what came into her view was not the hospital's white ceiling, nor the familiar sky, but an enlarged version of a face crying with snot and tears streaming down its face.
"Wow! Saori, you're finally awake! You scared me to death!"
Before Sato Saori could figure out what was going on, the dazed girl buried her face in her arms.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! I'm going to break it! You're trying to murder me!"
The collision with the dazed girl nearly knocked Sato Saori unconscious again, as if she had been hit in the chest with a sledgehammer.
That hurts!
She struggled to push the silly girl away.
The fragmented memories were gradually pieced together.
She remembers that during the violent explosion, in a moment of panic, she instinctively shielded her younger sister from the impact.
What happened next...
I don't remember any of it!
"We...we're not dead?"
As if she had just thought of something, she quickly lifted her clothes and looked at her abdomen.
I thought the severe abdominal pain would cause my skin to tear open, but I was stunned when I saw a layer of dark red scales covering my abdomen.
But soon, she remembered the changes that had happened to her...
"I...I'm alright?"
"Yes! You're alright. Saori, you have no idea, you scared me to death..."
The girl, Daida Mei, sniffled and wiped her face with her sleeve as she recounted what had happened.
"I thought I was going to lose you as a friend..."
"Saori, from this day forward, you are my little sister's second parent, you are my absolute best friend..."
As she spoke, she threw herself at Sato Saori again, tears streaming down her face...
"Hey, hey...get lost! Your snot's all over me!"
Sato Saori was disgusted.
But soon, she was stunned by the scene around her.
As her gaze shifted, she witnessed a scene that shattered her worldview.
Several dozen meters away.
More than a dozen black heavy mechs, each over three meters tall, were patrolling the ruins with heavy steps.
These mechs are completely black and have no reflective properties.
They were carrying heavy Gatling guns, the kind you only see in movies, their barrels still spinning slightly and radiating residual heat.
And in the sky.
Ten black armed helicopters, without any serial numbers, circled like vultures, tightly controlling the airspace over the area.
On the ground, a group of men in black wearing exoskeleton armor were cleaning up the battlefield.
Upon seeing the soldier still panting, he shot him without saying a word, then dragged him like a dead dog to a pile of "corpses" by the roadside.
"Who...who are they?"
Sato Saori stared in disbelief at the ruthless men in black, her mouth agape, wide enough to fit a light bulb.
"Aren't we being chased by those rattlesnakes? Where did these people come from?"
"It seems... they've come to rescue us."
The naive girl shrank back and pointed to Shadow Assassin not far away.
"The masked man said that the organization sent them."
"An organization? What's all this about?"
At this moment, Sato Saori felt her brain was not working properly, and her little face was completely bewildered.
She simply couldn't fathom what organization could be so brazen on American soil, wielding such a level of armed force.
If there are any, they can only be those with big beards...
Just when the two women were questioning the meaning of life.
In the center of the battlefield.
The battle was drawing to a close.
"I refuse to accept this! I am Colonel Guyford of the Special Operations Bureau of the United States!"
A hoarse, desperate roar rang out.
The leader of the Rattlesnake squad no longer concealed his other identity.
I only hope that the people in the dark will give him a break, considering his official affiliation with the United States.
At this moment, the arrogance that had been on his face was gone.
He clutched an empty energy pistol tightly in his hand, leaning against a broken concrete slab, panting heavily.
Around him.
The room was filled with members of the Rattlesnake Squad.
The skinny guy who was wielding the scalpel had his head smashed into the wall; they couldn't pry it out.
The red-haired woman was nailed to the ground by several steel bars and had long since died.
And that big guy Buck was bombarded to smithereens, beyond repair.
completely annihilated.
In just half an hour.
His Rattlesnake squad, which was known as the most elite in the United States and had carried out countless black missions, was crushed like ants by this group of men in black who suddenly appeared.
The gap in strength was so great that it filled him with despair.
Of course, there is also technological suppression.
"This is an act of war! I want to see my superiors! I'm acting under orders!"
As the shadow assassin approached step by step, Guyon's eyes were filled with fear, and he roared, his voice trembling with fear.
"You can't kill me! If you kill me, the American military will not let you get away with it!"
"military?"
Shadow Killer stopped in his tracks, his voice behind the mask carrying a hint of sarcasm, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
He casually tossed his already chipped tactical knife to the ground and pulled out an oversized, large-caliber revolver from his waist.
"The military you're referring to is probably busy cleaning up the mess for the men in Congress right now."
Shadow Killer raised his hand, the dark muzzle of his gun pointed directly at Guy Doffen's forehead.
"Of course, I won't kill you right away. You should be glad that you still have some value to us."
"What?" Guydorf was taken aback.
Is this to leave someone alive?
Is there still a chance for things to turn around?
However, before the joy on his face could fully appear, Shadow Killer's next words plunged him into an icy abyss.
"Of course, as long as they don't die."
"As for whether it's complete, missing any limbs, or whether its brain still works... that doesn't matter."
boom!
As he spoke, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The next second, Gaydorf's right knee exploded into a cloud of blood mist, along with bone fragments that flew out with it.
"ah--!"
A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the ruins.
This once arrogant and tough guy knelt down on the ground, hugging his legs and rolling around frantically.
"This shot was fired for my brother."
Shadow Killer walked forward expressionlessly and stepped on Guydorf's intact left leg.
Click!
The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.
"Aaaaah! Kill me! Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"
Guidofen was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed, his eyes rolled back, and he spat out blood and foam from his mouth.
"Want to die? That won't do."
Shadow Killer crouched down, took out a green syringe from his pocket, and plunged it into Guy Dofen's neck.
"This is a high-concentration adrenaline-mixed, potent analgesic, our latest product."
If nothing unexpected happens, it should keep you conscious for at least three hours, and also keep you hanging on by a thread.
Shadow patted Guydorf's face, which was contorted with pain, as if looking at a dead dog.
"Someone will be coming over later; you'll be the gift we present to them."
"Gift?"
Although Gaydolfen was in so much pain that she was almost delirious, she still heard the word.
To...treat oneself as a gift?
Who exactly is this person?
Who exactly is this person who can make this group of terrorists, who possess heavy mechs and treat the United States like nothing, so eager to please them?