Chapter 215 Blood Dawn (Part 2)
Screams, gunfire, blood, and chaos filled the conference area at dawn.
Jennings and his team, who had been ready to leave, were ambushed.
The attacker was one person.
A woman with a half-ghostly face.
Jennings, who was trained in kickboxing and fencing, saw her attacks as wild and instinctive.
She scratched, bit, and used brute force.
She seemed clueless.
Normally, anyone could take her down easily.
But now, no one could stop her.D
Gemma had suddenly appeared, charging straight at Jennings and the Evolving person next to him.
Jennings cursed, "William's a liar! And you're the worst!"
Gemma moved even faster when she heard that.
Gunshots echoed.
Gemma's reckless charge put Jennings and his teammate under immense pressure. They fired, hoping to hit her, not caring about the civilians around them.
Chaos erupted.
Gemma swatted someone aside, smashing their head, and closed in on Jennings and his team.
There were no more obstacles in her way.
An Evolving person fired, hitting her left shoulder, but she didn't slow down.
She seemed immune to pain, pushing her speed to the limit. As others aimed, she lunged into the group.
Her forehead smashed into the nearest Evolving person's face, caving it in. She then lifted his body, using it as a weapon.
"Hold her tight!"
Muhammad Abdullah dodged the body with his professional skill.
In this group, only Jennings and Muhammad were professionals.
Muhammad was a Warrior.
He grabbed Gemma from the front, constricting her with his skill as her bones creaked.
"Kill her, kill her!" Jennings yelled.
When Jennings saw that Gemma wasrestrained, he kicked away the body she was using. He didn't care about anyone else; he just wanted her dead.
Jennings realized she was a two-star Evolving person.
Only a two-star could crush one-star Evolving person so easily.
Someone swung a knife.
Gemma tried to dodge but failed. The blade cut a gash on her forehead and blood poured out.
A kick hit her ribs, another strike hit between her legs, and a wooden stick came down on her head.
The attacks landed almost simultaneously.
Even though she was a two-star, it was dangerous for her to be attacked by so many one-stars, especially since Jennings and another person had their guns raised.
The attacks seemed to have no effect on Gemma. Blood dripped from her nose, wooden splinters pierced her scalp, and her face was nearly covered in blood.
But she there was no expression on her face. It was as if she was waiting to die.
Only Muhammad, who was holding her, sensed something and tried to let go in horror.
It was too late. Since a two-star Evolving person's strength and a one-star professional's skill had resulted in a stalemate, Gemma's upper arm couldn't move, but her forearm lifted, reaching Muhammad's ribs.
She dug her fingers in, and as he tried to retreat in terror, she tore them apart.
Survivors on Jennings' side would later recall that the world turned red at that moment. The woman who tore a living person in half was the clearest memory of that bloody scene.
"Crazy, lunatic."
Those were Muhammad's last words.
Gemma's left hand moved near her right, and with a slight effort, she snapped off a piece of Muhammad's rib. In a flash, she stabbed the sharp bone into the throat of an Evolving person who was momentarily stunned with fear.
She hadn't learned any combat techniques, but it didn't matter; she only needed to know where to strike fatally.
Gunshots rang out again, hitting Gemma's hand.
The Evolving person who fired cursed. He was so shocked by her brutality that his hand shook, so he only hit her hand.
Jennings also fired, but Gemma had already moved. She darted behind another Evolving person, stabbing the bone into his heart.
Gemma killed four Evolving persons almost instantly.
The thick smell of blood began to spread, filling Jennings with fear and Gemma with excitement.
She felt no pain, only pleasure and excitement. Every drop of blood that fell on her made her tremble with excitement, whether it was her enemy's or her own.
Gemma knew she was crazy and abnormal. But it didn't matter; she liked it. In peaceful times, she might have been diagnosed with a series of mental illnesses and locked away. But in the apocalypse, she could fully enjoy this 'sickness.'
'You all forced me into this?You must endure this version of me!' Gemma thought. She suddenly burst into laughter, filled with unrestrained madness.
She slit three more people's throats, leaving three wounds on her body.
Jennings and the last two survivors began to flee.
They had completely broken down as the lunatic laughed.
At this moment, in their eyes, this woman was Satan climbing out of hell, terrifying and unstoppable.
Two desperate screams reached Jennings' ears, followed by a bloody scent. He gritted his teeth, turned around, and tried to use his professional skill, but instantly felt a chill in his body. He stared blankly at the beautiful, almost unreal hand protruding from his stomach and uttered the same words he had said when Gemma first appeared.
"William, dishonest."
Gemma licked the blood from her lips, smiling as though she was meeting a lover.
"It's not my master. It's me who's dishonest."
