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?

stared at his arm where Calista's blood had mingled

in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock, he could barely articulate his

smile. "Just as you suspected, I'm

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

had now slowly moved to his side, looking down on him from a

virus will end with me... and you, you'll be the last to die from it.

to recover the weapon, but his coordination failed him, and he collapsed to the ground. Despite

struggle, her laughter

typical strain; it had been

form, making its effects

like Kurt,

gunshot echoed through the

difficult for Calista to aim precisely, and her shot struck Kurt's abdomen instead of his heart. His

by a final, gruesome sound-a blood spurt hitting her ankle boots. Kurt, once a formidable foe under Kiefer's command, now lay lifeless, defeated by a woman he had

impact of what had just transpired was hard for Quintus and the others

there, her shadow elongated and distorted by the light, an oppressive

speak, his phone rang, bringing

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