Chapter 41: Fated to struggle (3): Die for yourself
###Back to when Bolin shouted at everyone to shoot###
"Don''t hold back!"
"SHOOT!"
As soon as Bolin started screaming, everything became a snail pace in the sight of Chuck. The first submachine gun starts to spew bullets, but every bullet is at the pace of an air gun''s pellet in the eyes of Chuck.
He held the de pointing down, reverse angled as the thick back spine of his de is resting against his forearm and with a violent elbow thrust, he cut and ricocheted the line of bullets that came at him.
[Shling] [Shling] [Flint] [Shling] [Shling] [Shling] [Flint] [Shling] [Flint] [Flint] [Shling] [Flint] [Flint]...
Closely following the superhuman maneuver, the second submachine gun started firing rows and rows of bullets, Chuck took a step forward and did a full rotation, used the moments to issues a single hand samurai sword sh...
{Shling] [sh]... all the bullets were cut in half and sttered all around him. If anyone could see Chuck in a slow-motion, one will see a might sword god unhesitatingly moving forward with a single de, gant and unrestrained.
At an identical moment, two more guns started showering bullets. However, for the two, Chuck did not cut the bullets. He tilted the sword ina nt angle and ricochetted the bullets with the t of his de. Directing the projectiles all around him...
{Shling] [Shling] [Flint] ... [Stter] [Stter] [Stter]
He deflected the bullets to the ce of another operative who is about to shoot. The unlucky special ops member became a sieve of human flesh by the very bullets of his fellow brother.
As soon as the first operative lost his life, Chuck started to masterfully angle the de and ricochet the bullets in a way, so that every bullet that was shot at him was directed towards another operative.
{Flint] [Shling] [Flint] ... [Stter] [Stter] [Stter]
{Shling] [Flint] [Flint] ... [Stter] [Stter] [Stter]
{Flint] [Flint] [Shling] ... [Stter] [Stter] [Stter]
Chuck was like a concertmaster who is masterfully orchestrating a symphony of bullets using his tall de as symphony baton...
Each deadly note is a death song for the operatives, the ring sound of the loud guns drowned the mournful dying scream of the operatives.
In less than 30 seconds, 23 of the 25 operatives that surrounded Chuck fell down in their own pool of blood, as their bodies were stuffed with lead fired from their own teammates.
[Click] [Click] [Click] a young operative who was standing beside Bolin was repeatedly pressing his empty gun. His eyes are flooded with the expression of terror. The more he heard the ''ck'' of Chuck''s foot, the more he saw Chuck walking towards him, the more fear-stricken the young operative became...
"...please ...let me go..."
[Swish] ... [Spulch] ...
One sh of the de was Chuck''s reply to the operative''s pleading, leaving his head roll down away from his blood sttering torso...
The geyser of blood spilled over Chuck''s face. The cold emotionless eyes and the crimson tint of the blood on his face painted Chuck as a visage of restrained evil that may explode at any moment at the smallest of provocation.
Beheading thest operative, Chuck and Bolin were the lone living beings in the vicinity...
"Why haven''t you used your gun?"
"..heh ...will it make any difference..." self-deprecatinglyughed Bolin.
"...I ...have one request..."
"Hmm?"
"Let the cleanup team take the remainder of Ei''s body... please..."
"Mmm," Chuck nodded to the request and just looked at Bolin''s eyes for a few seconds. Those few seconds felt like an eternity for Bolin, an uncontroble shiver went up the entire of his spine. Despite how much Bolin tried, fear keeps creeping into his soul. He wanted to face death like a man, but hepletely unable to maintain hisposure. Before his mental fortitudepletely breaks down, Bolin with his shivering body and eyes tightly shut, screamed out...
"DO IT!"
"KILL ME!"
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Contrary to Bolin''s expectation, he wasn''t chopped into two but was pped away, flying. The only thing he saw before he passed out was Chuck''s back slowly walking away. After that, everything went ck for him...
After a few steps, Chuck looked back at the passed out Bolin and muttered...
"Don''t be too hasty to die. War is where the benefiting privileged squabble in safety, while the unrted unprivileged die in droves..."
"...Live for yourself..."
"...More importantly..."
"...die for yourself..."
After saying that to no one in particr, Chuck walked away from the scene of carnage. It was a sight of hell filled with human blood, flesh and body pieces. Despite the sun, the day felt colder...