aircannonsinc Chapter 2 Sky Blue Eyes
Chapter 2 Sky Blue Eyes
Despite the addition of a silencer, the loud noise still echoed throughout the ward.
The bullet spins and accelerates inside the chamber before being ejected.
The white-haired man straddling her chuckled, seemingly unconcerned about Su An's death.
The woman's eyelids didn't twitch at all as she pulled the trigger, but the scene before her made her exclaim in surprise: "Blue? How could it be blue!"
Su An's eyes had turned a deep, bright blue without anyone noticing.
After the bullet left the muzzle, it slowed down continuously in front of Su An, as if there was an unbridgeable distance between them.
Su An straightened up in surprise and leaned forward, only to find that the bullet had mysteriously retreated.
He stared at Tasia's pistol, his eyes hardening, and leaped forward to snatch it.
Tasia's eyes lit up with admiration. She tossed aside her pistol, flipped backward, and pressed a button on her medical kit in mid-air. With a click, the kit's outer casing detached, revealing a dark gun barrel.
It was an extremely simplified light machine gun, discarding unnecessary accessory rails and leaving only a simplified barrel and drum magazine.
She sighed, "I never thought that the stuff from those lunatics in the Equipment Department would actually come in handy."
The gun was pointed at Su An's eyes, and the trigger was pulled without hesitation, bang bang bang!
Like a torrential downpour, a torrent of bullets swept through the enemy with a rapid-fire rate of fire. No one could withstand such a fierce attack; even an armored vehicle would have been destroyed.
Su An felt a sharp pain in his head, as if ten thousand sharp knives were slicing through his skull, cheering in unison for two words—"Stop!"
His blue eyes gleamed with a fierce light, and a burning desire for life mingled with a murderous rage made Su An roar, "Stop!"
The torrent actually stopped; every ambitious bullet started high and then slowed down, no matter how fast it was initially.
An invisible barrier blocked the light machine gun's offensive; even the fastest bullets eventually came to a comical halt in front of Su An, bowing down like subjects to their superiors.
From the moment Suan leaped out to the moment Tasia fired her bullet, only half a second had passed.
A hint of horror finally appeared in Tasia's eyes.
She retreated repeatedly, quickly emptying all the ammunition from the drum magazine; the barrel of the gun was red-hot from the high rate of fire.
All the bullets were fired from the barrel.
Bang bang bang bang! Bang bang bang bang! Bang bang bang bang!
The boy in the hospital gown charged forward recklessly, his eyes as fierce as knives. He flipped over on the ground and grabbed the pistol.
The gun felt cool to the touch, and Su An finally felt a little relieved.
Without hesitation, he raised his gun and aimed at Tasia's head. The dark barrel of the gun enveloped the bullet that was speeding through the chamber, and it fired, killing her!
Pop!
Tasia was shot and fell to the ground. She struggled to her feet, her eyes filled with shock: "I lost?"
She raised her hands, enduring the excruciating pain, and said, "I meant no harm, I can explain..."
"Forgiving you is God's business."
Su An did not stop and continued to pull the trigger repeatedly.
Clap clap clap clap!
The bullets in the magazine were all fired, landing all over Tasia's body and exploding into beautiful sprays of blood.
Su An felt that the bloodstains were strange, but he dared not stop and kept pulling the trigger until all the bullets in his pistol were gone.
He then picked up the woman's light machine gun from the ground, replaced the magazine with a drum magazine from the medical kit, and aimed it at the already motionless woman, pulling the trigger again.
Pat pat pat pat pat!
The recoil of this light machine gun was terrifying. Su An was forced back by the gun butt, which was firing at full power. He used all his strength to press down on the muzzle, and bullets rained down on the woman's body.
Tasia's limbs convulsed from the kinetic energy of the bullet, blood splattering everywhere, and she remained lifeless for a long, long time.
Su An gasped for breath, looking at the lifeless Tasia with suspicion, and muttered, "Not safe enough."
His eyes searched around, and when his gaze fell on the fruit knife in the fruit bowl on the bedside table, his eyes lit up. He picked it up with delight, examined it for a moment, and then slowly approached Tasia.
Gojo Satoru clapped his hands in amazement, then looked down at the woman on the ground for a long time before smiling knowingly.
Su An gripped the knife in his hand, suppressing his wildly pounding heart, and walked step by step toward Tasia. He raised the fruit knife high, the tip aimed at Tasia's heart.
The tactile experience of using cold weapons is completely different from that of firearms. The cold metal is right in your hand, and if you stab downwards, blood will splatter.
Su An swallowed.
"You don't even understand what happened, and you've never killed anyone, so why do you insist on wielding a knife?"
Gojo Satoru, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up. His tone was curious, and even carried a hint of scrutiny.
Su An could sense that beneath the white-haired man's blindfold, a pair of sharp eyes were staring intently at him, as if recalling something or considering it.
Su An tightened his grip on the hilt of the knife slightly, raised it a few inches, adjusted his aim, and then let out a soft sigh of relief.
"Whoever she is, whatever she's doing here, it doesn't matter... I'll definitely finish her off."
"Oh?" Gojo Satoru stared at Su An curiously.
There is a Chinese idiom, "to cut the grass and remove the roots."
Su An exhaled a breath of stale air:
"Besides, she's already using superpowers. Who knows if the enemies in this world have ways to survive? Maybe this woman isn't dead yet! Of course, we have to finish her off!"
Su An stopped watching Gojo Satoru's reaction, tensed his body and tightened his core, raised his sword, and brought it down—
"Spare his life!"
An aged voice suddenly entered the ward.
Su An only felt a blur before his eyes as a magnificent and intricate folding knife deflected his downward thrust.
The folding knife was held in an old but strong hand. The newcomer was dressed in a blue suit with a bright rose folded on his chest. Beneath his silver hair, his eyebrows were sharp as knives, and his golden eyes burned like candlelight.
Su An had never seen such a flamboyant old man before; he was like a fine sword, never rusted or covered in dust.
"I am Hilbert Jean Angers, the rector of the University of Kassel, and I apologize for the offensive behavior of my student."
The old man bowed, his voice unusually kind, and stared in amazement at Su An's blue eyes as if he had discovered a rare treasure.
"I have never seen such beautiful eyes; they remind me of the wildflowers along the banks of the Cambridge River."
Su An still gripped the knife tightly, arching his body like a praying mantis to face the old man.
In Blue Eyes' vision, the old man named Angers was brimming with vitality, like a furnace. This wasn't some old man struggling to cross the street; he was a ferocious old lion through and through!
The old, ferocious lion can eat people!
What the hell? What kind of world have I transmigrated to?
Su An struggled to stay conscious; his body swayed precariously from the pain, and he couldn't hold on much longer...
"Are you alright? I meant no harm..."
With a clang, the fruit knife in Su An's hand blocked Angers' ornate folding knife. He raised his forearm and slashed down like waving a flag, the blade accelerating towards Angers' throat.
"You're kidding me!"
Su An gritted his teeth and swung his sword down, the cold light in his hand almost leaving afterimages!
No malicious intent? You're kidding me!
Without a word, this group drew their guns and opened fire, and then used heavy weapons to suppress the enemy with a barrage of bullets. If it weren't for the invisible barrier protecting him, he would have been the one who died, not the corpse on the ground!
Even a clay figure has a bit of temper, let alone a living person!
What do you mean by "no malicious intent"? What do you mean by "apologizing for the offense"? Are you kidding me?
Su An didn't believe a word a person who defended a murderer said, so his response was a knife!
What was originally a fruit knife that could be found anywhere in the supermarket for a few dollars had, under Su An's vicious wielding, taken on a magnificent and unrestrained quality!
The blade flashed past swiftly, like lightning.
A hint of appreciation flashed in Angers' golden eyes, and his figure blurred for a moment, as if a frame had been cut from a movie.
His body fell backward, and his throat narrowly missed the blade by only three inches.
"What a beautiful cut!"
He seemed oblivious to his impending death, and laughed heartily.
"Su An, you're truly a dragon-slaying genius!"
Su An's sword thrust remained undiminished; he raised it upwards.
Reflected by the ceiling light bulbs, the blade gleamed as brightly as the sun.
Angers stared at the knife being pushed toward him, his pupils reflecting memories.
If he had swung that sword a hundred years ago in that sweltering summer, perhaps everything could have been different.
"Menek, I think I've found that blade!"