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 had mingled

disbelief, his eyes wide with

you suspected, I'm infected with a deadly virus... You might as well call me the Annihilator

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

to his side, looking down on him from a position of superiority. The roles were now reversed; the predator had become

deadly virus will end with me... and you, you'll be the last to die from it. Feel honored?" Calista's tone was almost conversational as she reached for his gun

he collapsed to the ground. Despite

her laughter cold and

virus she carried was unlike any typical strain; it had been honed within

potent form, making its effects on others, particularly on

individual like

gunshot echoed

and her shot struck Kurt's abdomen instead of his heart. His screams filled the night air as Quintus and his team arrived

fired again under the 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, now lay lifeless, defeated

just transpired was hard for

distorted by

as Quintus was about to speak, his phone rang, bringing news that plunged him

had come from, her ears catching the sound of approaching footsteps. Quintus quickly ended