Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 109 The Most Fortuitous Decision Of His Life "He's dead..." Calista murmured to herself, her tone hollow as she continued to bite him, only letting go after a lingering moment had passed.

She then methodically sat upright and, with a disconcerting serenity, checked his pulse. There was no doubt about it he was undoubtedly dead.

As she sat there, her body slackened, every muscle and limb throbbing with intense pain. It was only now that the stark realization that she had indeed taken a life firmly implanted itself in her mind.

Just moments before, she had been propelled by a singular, driving thought-she must not die.

Thus, every action she had taken was to stave off her own demise. But now, with those who had been pursuing her lying lifeless, the vivid memories of how she had dispatched each of them flooded back to her. She had crushed the first man's skull, broken the second man's neck, shot the third, and bitten the fourth to death.

Throughout it all, she exhibited not a hint of fear, no terror, nor any tremors of guilt.

Suddenly, Calista found herself laughing quietly, her hands covering her face. It was evident she was laughing, yet her expression could just as easily have been mistaken for one of wailing, albeit without shedding a single tear.

Have I transformed into a demon following my own tragic experiences? I've ended the lives of four individuals with such chilling precision! And even now, after their demise, I feel nothing... It's a numbness that terrifies me. A deep sadness and an overwhelming fatigue washed over her. The distant echoes of gunfire were just that- distant. Surrounded by the burning jungle, she felt as though she had reverted to being the forsaken one, forever hiding and fleeing, living in a perpetual state of fear. I really want to sleep... No, wait! I still have the password! Energy all but drained from her body, Calista frantically searched the dead man's body with trembling hands, but found no communication device. She staggered to her feet, but as she did, a wave of dizziness from the medication struck her, pushing her to her physical limits.

Her legs buckled, sending her to one knee. Then, a gunshot echoed through the air.

Calista gasped in shock, whipping her head around only to see the man she had shot earlier. Someone had delivered a fatal shot to his head, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

Clearly, her earlier shot had found its mark, but had not immediately killed him. Moreover, he had just attempted an ambush. Luckily, someone had intervened on her behalf. Otherwise, her fate would have been sealed... Struggling to remain conscious, Calista managed to lift her head, curious to see her rescuer. However, as the effects of the medication surged through her veins, she collapsed. Initially, she braced for impact with the ground, but, to her surprise, she found herself caught in someone's arms.

She couldn't discern who it was, but since they were cradling her, they surely weren't there to end her life. "Bomb... password..." her voice was barely audible as her blood-stained fingers traced numbers on the man's arm.

With this, those people wouldn't have to die; there should be enough time... Could saving lives possibly balance out the sin of taking one? Overwhelmed, Calista was no longer capable of such reflections as she slipped into unconsciousness.

Kallum tightened his embrace around her body. The sight of someone attempting to assassinate her had made his heart stop. Almost instinctively, he had fired a shot.

Thankfully, she was alive. Despite the numerous injuries she had sustained, she persisted resiliently in clinging to life.

After holding her briefly, Kallum suddenly released Calista with a hint of alarm and handed her over to Elijah who stood waiting behind him.

He was apprehensive that he might have already contracted the K Virus. Since Calista was injured and vulnerable, if she were to get infected, everything he had accomplished that day would have been for naught. Initially, Elijah found it rather odd.

Why would Mr. Kallum go to such lengths to save someone yet not even embrace them once? However, upon noticing the affection in the man's gaze, it was clear that he really cared about her.

"Take her back to tend to her wounds," Kallum instructed.

Upon hearing this, Elijah quickly breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Kallum, she's been rescued. You should go seek treatment yourself! You're not just anyone... Even though the antibody wasn't administered in time, you'll definitely be okay!" SWS el? Kallum could feel his body rapidly deteriorating, but he couldn't bring himself to voice these concerns. So, he remained silent, directly dialing the military district, and communicated the crucial password to them. Ultimately, a hundred thousand lives were saved. Yet, who could have possibly anticipated that the hero responsible for their salvation was merely a young lady? Not only had she adeptly evaded the clutches of those who pursued her, but she had also struck back, neutralizing those who sought to cause her harm and in doing so, she safeguarded countless lives. This heroism was unmistakably characteristic of Calista.

Kallum had long recognized that beneath any changes, Calista retained a fundamentally kind-hearted nature. She had merely encased her intrinsic goodness within a shell of newfound resilience and determination.

Perhaps this transformation was fortuitous; he realized he might not always be there to protect her in the times ahead, but she had proven that she could indeed protect herself.

He believed that the memory of Calista's visage at that moment would linger with him until his final days.

Resolute and sharp, her figure set горова against the backdrop of a forestm engulfed in flames, where the towering inferno could not even diminish the intensity of her presence. He felt immensefor having been there to aid her-surely, this would be gratitude remembered as the most fortuitous decision of his life.

Inside the cave, the process of removing the contents had been carried out with systematic precision, were incinerated on and the bodies were, the spot Uriah had met his demise alongside those he had dismissed as "inferior." The once loyal subordinates of the Jurickson family, indoctrinated from a young age, were now nearly entirely extinct. It appeared that their story had reached its definitive conclusion.

By the tCalista regained consciousness, she found herself back in her hcountry. The familiar settings enveloped her in a wave of confusion. How did I end up here? Was the bomb successfully deactivated? Who savedback then? As she opened her eyes, the nurse overseeing her care was overcwith elation. "You're finally awake! You've been unconscious for six days!" Without responding, Calista rubbed her temples. It was then the door swung open to reveal Benedict.

"Callie, you're finally awake!"