Chapter 625 - 392: Ending Move_2
As he spoke, he took out a detonator from his breast pocket and waved it at Qi Ling.
This detonator was connected to a micro bomb implanted in Xiaoqi’s heart. Press it, and her heart would be blasted, dead beyond dead.
Zhao Yiming’s meaning was already very clear—return the evidence you’ve destroyed back to me, I want to use it to accuse Luo.
Dare to refuse, and you’ll witness a childhood friend dying before your eyes once more.
Since Xiaoqi was present, explaining these words directly wasn’t convenient, but Zhao Yiming believed, with Qi Ling’s extraordinarily high intelligence, a few simple gestures would make her grasp the point.
This game, from scheming to being schemed against, then to an astonishing turnaround, was dramatic, and he would ultimately become the final victor!
Just as Zhao Yiming was waiting for the destined victory, the situation changed.
Qi Ling’s amber eyes widened, her pupils dilating to a terrifying extent, her hand resting on Xiaoqi’s face gripping tighter and beginning to sink into her flesh.
At first, Xiaoqi thought Qi Ling was just too excited after their reunion, so she endured it.
But as the pain grew intolerably sharp, she felt her face might be torn apart and couldn’t help letting out a pained hum: "Zero... you’re hurting me..."
Qi Ling clenched her teeth so hard that the grinding noise between her upper and lower teeth was faintly audible. Instead of letting go, she fiercely grabbed Xiaoqi’s neck with her other hand, preventing her from pulling back.
"You... defiling scum!"
Before Xiaoqi could react, with a roar, Qi Ling suddenly yanked her back, smashing her forehead against her face.
"Ah!!!" Xiaoqi screamed miserably, her nasal cartilage shattered, and blood filled her mouth. She shrieked anxiously, "Zero, what are you doing?!"
Qi Ling, seeming crazed, threw herself at Xiaoqi, using the solid metal butt of her pistol as a hammer, relentlessly hitting Xiaoqi’s head.
Xiaoqi tried to fend off with her hands, but Qi Ling’s strength was overwhelming, rendering her bruised in moments, her screams incessant.
"You scum!" Qi Ling roared, grasping Xiaoqi’s hair, forcing her to meet her gaze, that beautiful little face now turned exceedingly ferocious, "You think with this face, holding thoughts about her, you’re her?! Huh?!"
Xiaoqi was directly frightened into tears, unable to comprehend how Zero, whom she’d grown up with, could be so violent, raising such an outrageous hand against her.
She cried out, "Zero, don’t scare me! I’m Xiaoqi!"
"Shut up! Shut up!!!" Qi Ling flipped Xiaoqi over, straddling her, this time not using a gun but her fists, fiercely punching down on her face.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!..."
Heavy dull thuds and pitiful wails intertwined, Xiaoqi’s face rapidly swelled, blood constantly gushing from her mouth and nose, but however much she howled, she couldn’t stop Qi Ling’s vicious hand.
Qi Ling persistently ravaged Xiaoqi’s face, as if wanting to obliterate the visage of this long-lost friend, eyes ablaze with unprecedented fury.
"Years spent by my side belonged to the already deceased Xiaoqi, what are you?!"
"Wearing her face... stealing her memories... you cloned scum, nothing but a moving, talking mass of flesh, dare to compare with her?!"
Qi Ling’s fists were covered in blood, yet continued assaulting, anger like floodwaters sweeping everything away, only the sound of several dull thuds, Xiaoqi’s teeth fell out, blood springing forth like a fountain, staining her collar red.
"With her face! With her face! On what grounds do you wear her face?! Huh?!"
Xiaoqi helplessly struggled on the ground, trembling, her face already obliterated beyond recognition, transformed into a mass of bloody flesh.
Just as consciousness was about to slip away, Xiaoqi used her last bit of strength to lift her hand and performed a startling action.
She did not push Qi Ling away, nor retaliate, but rather trembled and gently embraced Qi Ling.
At that moment, the fist Qi Ling intended to strike stalled mid-air.
That grotesque mouth twitched open, her gums pulverized into ruin, the sound utterly distorted yet faintly discernible as she continued to speak:
"Little monster... I’m in so much pain..."
Qi Ling’s eyes reflected the disfigured Xiaoqi, vision gradually blurred, turning indistinct, as crystalline liquid welled up, sliding down her cheeks, dripping onto the face marred with wounds, mingling with the blood.
Moments later, Qi Ling said nothing, fiercely clasping Xiaoqi’s neck with her hands, fingers sinking into the flesh, those amber eyes filled with murderous intent and hatred, yet silently shedding tears.
What was "Xiaoqi" thinking at this moment?
This "mass of flesh" cloned from a laboratory, her mind filled with all the memories between Xiaoqi and Zero.
In the heart of this mass of flesh, she believed herself to be Xiaoqi.
The Zero she always loved was now about to kill her.
Was there anger in "Xiaoqi"’s heart? Sadness? Or something else?
No one knows the answer anymore.
"Xiaoqi" merely woodenly embraced Qi Ling, allowing herself to be firmly strangled.
As if fearful of injuring Qi Ling’s hand, she did not struggle, even lifting her chin, letting Qi Ling strangle her more easily.
In the end, those eyes mingling tears and blood went dim, the blood-stained small hand slipping down from Qi Ling’s back, falling weakly to the ground, no longer moving.
"Xiaoqi" died at the hands of the little monster she cared for since childhood.
At this moment, Qi Ling’s consciousness seemed torn apart, sometimes swallowed by flames of anger, gnawing at the mass beneath her, sometimes childhood memories surged up, making her tremble and stroke the face of an old friend.
A beast-like fury-filled roar emerged from her throat, transforming into a collapse of sobbing, shouts of despair, manic wails.
Zhao Yiming watched now with limbs cold, never expecting that his final hand would be so torn apart by Qi Ling.
Driven by fear, he hurriedly reached for the gun in his pocket, nerves taut and limbs numb, fumbled and dropped it when he first retrieved it, crawling like a dog to pick it up.
Finally picking up the gun, he barely managed to switch off the safety with trembling fingers, wanting to aim for Qi Ling and shoot her dead when...
Qi Ling moved first.
She almost instantaneously drew her gun, aimed with absolute precision at Zhao Yiming, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
Zhao Yiming felt a chill in his hand, it became empty.
Looking down, he saw the bullet sever his gun-wielding hand, the severed hand holding the gun bloodily fell to the ground.
After the chill came excruciating agony, Zhao Yiming clutched his bleeding wrist, fell to the ground, and let out a harrowing scream.
Struggling to crawl away, Qi Ling swiftly approached, raised her foot and stomped him down.
Her silver hair obscured the light descending from the dome, backlit her face making it indistinct, only those extremely cold and bloodthirsty amber eyes shone with cold glints.
Zhao Yiming shrieked in terror: "Qi Ling, wait..."
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Five consecutive shots, starting from above Zhao Yiming’s severed wrist to the shoulder joint, blossomed five blood flowers, directly obliterating his arm.
"Ah!!!" Zhao Yiming cried out in agony, shouting at the top of his lungs, "You can’t kill me! I’m Heko..."
Eject magazine.
Reload.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Six consecutive shots, starting from the palm of the other hand, going upward, exploding the remaining arm too.
"Ah!!!" Zhao Yiming screamed, cried, but could no longer halt that extreme madness.
Qi Ling kept reloading, kept shooting, not aiming for the vitals, only shooting limbs, segment by segment upward, tearing Zhao Yiming’s flesh, maximizing his suffering.
At the last bullet, Qi Ling raised the smoking muzzle at Zhao Yiming’s forehead.
By now, Zhao Yiming’s consciousness was frail, those scattered eyes reflected the far-reaching sky, his blood-stained mouth opening, closing, repeatedly uttering the same words: "Headquarters..."
"Headquarters..."
"I haven’t been to... Headquarters..."
"Bang!"
Gunshot, skull shattered.
Game over.