Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 411 I Am The Most Powerful Weapon Amid her pained cries, Kurt couldn't resist taunting her, his smile twisted with menace.

"You better not be planning anything. I could tear you apart with one hand!" His words were a chilling reminder of his physical superiority.

Carried along by him, Calista remained as still as if life had left her body. They moved several meters before a faint, incredibly weak voice emerged from behind Kurt.

"You thought... by disarming me, I wouldn't be able to harm you?"

Kurt, startled by the defiance in her voice, reacted instinctively by throwing Calista aside. She collided with the wall, the impact causing blood to trickle from the corner of her mouth as she slumped to the ground. Yet, despite the pain, a faint laugh escaped her lips.

In the dim light, there was a certain glow in her eyes. "I... I am the most powerful weapon..." she declared.

Initially, Kurt didn't grasp the meaning of her words. But then, a burning sensation rapidly spread throughout his body, the heat intensifying unnaturally.

"What's happening... to my body?" he gasped as the fever surged, overwhelming his senses.

Typically, the K Virus might induce a fever, but nothing as severe as what Kurt was experiencing. His previous injuries compounded his vulnerability, allowing the virus, transmitted through Calista's blood, to aggressively take hold. His once formidable strength ebbed away as he became weak and disoriented.

Blood! A sudden fever?

dawned on him as he stared at his arm where Calista's blood

with shock,

smile. "Just as you suspected, I'm infected

staggered back, his body burning with the intense fever brought on by the

he could have easily torn apart just moments ago had now slowly moved to his side, looking down on him from a position of superiority. The roles were now reversed;

the last to die from it. Feel honored?" Calista's tone was almost conversational as she reached for his

him, and he collapsed to the ground. Despite his efforts to rise,

his struggle, her

carried was unlike any typical strain; it

making its effects on others, particularly on an

individual like Kurt,

gunshot echoed

it difficult for Calista to aim precisely, and her shot struck Kurt's abdomen instead of his heart. His screams filled the night air as

sparse streetlight, the ensuing silence was punctuated by a final, gruesome sound-a blood spurt hitting her ankle boots. Kurt, once a formidable foe under Kiefer's command,

had just transpired was hard

shadow elongated and distorted by the light, an oppressive aura of death

speak, his phone rang,

overhearing the conversation, lifted her gaze toward the direction they had come from, her ears catching the sound of approaching footsteps. Quintus quickly