Chapter 854:
Stories had portrayed Deathbringer as using twin pistols, though the identity’s gender remained shrouded in secrecy.
To discover that the dreadful Deathbringer was, in truth, a woman! The mercenary leader’s pupils gleamed with disbelief and bone-deep dread. His countenance mirrored a storm of emotions, his terror only intensifying with each passing second. Only Deathbringer could silently dismantle his elite mercenary squad.
Deathbringer never let a round go unused. Each shot Deathbringer loosed landed flawlessly, targeting fatal spots with ease, even when fired casually.
The mercenary leader knew that had Deathbringer chosen to execute him, he’d already be sprawled in a crimson pool, breathless and cold. To him, Deathbringer represented a monstrous wall—one he lacked the strength to overcome, gripped entirely by unrelenting panic.
Drained and defeated, the mercenary leader had no strength left but to collapse in humbled submission. Escape never left his mind, but his limbs were seized by fear, making movement impossible. Such was the dreadful force of an unmatched practitioner.
The mercenary leader felt his vitality ebb away, pallor overtaking him as he trembled violently. “You… You…”
Before he could finish stammering, Balfour, having shaken off his own daze, erupted with fury. “You pathetic loser! Weren’t you supposed to be the finest in the mercenary world? Didn’t you brag about your skills? I blew a fortune hiring you, and you can’t even face a single woman!”
Balfour lashed out, sending a furious kick into the mercenary leader’s frame. “What’s wrong with you? She’s here to end us—open fire now!”
As Balfour’s rage peaked, he lunged for his weapon, aiming to shoot at Christina. A moment later, searing pain stabbed through his arm.
“Ah!” Balfour shrieked, pain twisting his features, and his firearm dropped from his grasp. “You wretch! How dare you shoot me!”
𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝔤𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀[.]𝖼𝗈𝗆
Cursing viciously, Balfour noticed Davina positioned not far off. He instantly lunged for a blade, intending to seize her as leverage.
Yet Christina had already anticipated every move he would make. Before he could shift his weight, a bullet shattered his kneecap.
“Ah!” Balfour howled, buckling beneath his fury, crumpling in helpless torment.
“Wretch! Wretch!”
Christina’s cold, contemptuous eyes fixed on him, and she squeezed the trigger twice without a flicker of hesitation.
Balfour’s other arm and leg were shot as well, incapacitating him entirely. He crumpled, screaming and writhing in anguish. “Ah… It hurts… You wretch…”
Spotting the mercenary leader still frozen like a startled deer, Balfour launched another tirade. “Trash! Fire at her! You’re supposed to command a team of mercenaries, and one woman reduces you to rubble! You’re better off buried!”
The mercenary leader, his senses finally returning, was seized with fury and drove his foot into Balfour’s gut with full force.
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