Why it never ends

Chapter 260 Good Night
Those were three familiar faces—Hoffmann, Rich, Schmidt.

Roger suddenly understood something.

In the light of the fire, he saw the huge shadow cast by Hesta on the wall, and her footsteps were calmly approaching...

The instinct to survive made Roger struggle to get up, but he stepped on the marble floor where the drink had been spilled earlier, and fell to the ground again.

The wine dissolved part of the black stain on the ground, and Roger raised his palms, only to realize that they were all dried blood.

His pupils dilated suddenly, "Save...save..."

Hesta grabbed Roger by the hair and lifted him from the ground.

"I finally found you... Luo-Jie!"

Under the irresistible fear, Roger's facial features have been completely distorted. Hesta looked at his face silently, and suddenly found that the expressions of these men seemed to be the same when they were dying—their eyes were tearing apart. , his face was blue and purple, the corners of his mouth were sunken and slanted, his nostrils were opened wider than ever, and thus brought a clearly audible breathing sound.

She moved closer to Roger's ear and sniffed his scent.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this day," Hesta said softly, "I've been looking for you these past few years."

"You are... thorn... thorn..."

"Assassin." Hesta's face tilted slightly, "Or you can call me Jane Hesta, that's my name."

"Why...for..." Roger was tearful, he felt his throat was burning like fire, but he still tried his best to speak in a hoarse voice, "I... don't know you at all—"

"Remember 'Donna'?"

Roger's expression froze for a moment.

"In 4628, you had a two-week vacation because of the 'Bail Period for Relatives and Friends'. You chose to go to the artificial coast in the south of Wulian for vacation. At that time, a mercury needle named 'Raven' suddenly appeared. She used a dagger to Pierced both of your lungs... I guess you won't forget about it."

Hesta picked up the silver wine jug that had fallen on the ground, and she shook it gently. There was nothing left in it.

At this moment, Roger stood up and rushed towards the side door of the dance floor not far away. A sharp dagger swirled out of Hesta's hand almost at the same time. Its blade flickered and then plunged into the Roger's thigh.

Roger fell silently. He pressed the wound on his leg with one hand, and grabbed his throat with the other. He panted hard, trying to call for help, but he could only spit out a series of weak breath sounds.

Hesta took Roger by the hair and brought him back to the fire again.

"This fall, Raven and I met in the [-]th District. She told me that the thing she regrets the most is that she didn't kill you with her own hands. At that time, she didn't directly kill you. The original reason was to let you experience more pain before you died. Who knew that AHgAs sent you directly to the intensive care unit for mercury needles...

"At that time, I especially wanted to tell her, don't regret it, you did nothing wrong, if you really let Roger die so unconsciously, we will regret it for the rest of our lives.

"But it's okay, I held back," Hesta looked at Roger, "Before things succeed, one less person who knows what I'm going to do will increase the chance of success. So this mood, I don't mind anyone. did not say,"

Blood kept gushing from the wound on Roger's thigh. He curled up on the ground in pain, and whispered in a voice that only Hesta could hear: "Donna's death... I am also... sorry... But, I have never I never thought...to kill a mercury needle...that was all...all accidents..."

"In order to attack the local chamber of commerce, it was you who planned the kidnapping case and took so many civilians as hostages."

Roger's brows were deeply frowned, and at this moment, he shed tears of remorse again.

Back then, he shouldn't have planned that action for that little tax—this matter...how could it not be over until today?
"I...I would like to apologize publicly..." Roger cried bitterly, "I would...will donate all my property..."

Roger touched the upper of Hesta's shoe.

"As long as you are willing...to let me go, I...I promise, I won't hold you accountable for tonight's..."

"What are you talking about in your sleep?"

"You... you all have chips on your mercury needles... right?" Roger, who was lying on the ground, raised his head vigorously, "I... If I disappear, others will check... When others find you today Wan's abnormal whereabouts... will naturally... be tracked down, at that time, do you think... do you think you can escape?"

Hesta touched his chin and looked at him thoughtfully.

This reaction made Roger seem to grasp a ray of hope, and he squeezed out a bleak smile: "I can... set up a foundation, who is Donna to you? A friend? A sister? I can use her Name... or your name for the foundation, I... I can support women who make a living from the wasteland to a habitable place... do whatever you want, give me a... a chance at redemption— "

Hesta drew back her foot, a bloody smile breaking into her face as the flames split her face into two.

"Think again with your toes, Mr. Roger, if I can't escape, how did Naxi and Schmidt die? How did I stand in front of you today?"

Roger was stunned again, and then, he bit his lower lip tightly, his body shaking violently from crying, he twisted his body, and slowly crawled to Hesta's feet, trying to pull her trousers.

"Please... please..."

Hesta knelt down and took Roger's hand.

Facing the firelight, she took out a slender syringe and quickly and precisely pushed all the medicine into Roger's vein.

Roger retracted his hand unexpectedly, "...what did you do..."

"Don't you know me? I found this in your bedside table."

Hesta threw the needle in front of Roger.

Roger frowned, he tremblingly picked up the needle, and quickly recognized what it was—a sensitizer.

"I also use it occasionally when I am in combat. The concentration is usually around 0.02%, which is five times lower than the version you use, because it can greatly improve people's five senses in a short period of time, so it can always Effectively help me retrieve the aberrant hiding in the dark faster..."

Hesta was silent for a moment, then smiled, "However, the side effects are also obvious. During the effective period, people's pain perception will also become more sensitive. Once injured, the pain is almost unbearable."

Hesta stood up and stepped on Roger's crotch.

"I suppose you're carrying one with you right now?"

Roger screamed and curled up in pain again.

Hesta stepped over Roger on the ground and brought out a prototype of a life support device from the shadows.

"Come on, time is limited... none of us should waste this good night."

(End of this chapter)