The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

"The final test is to try not to lose any limbs under her attack."

It was Carly's voice, mischievous, as if her plan had succeeded.

"Come on, little white flower!"

Following Carly's order, the butterfly knife in Perlis's hand stopped spinning. She stared at Pace, bent down slightly, and the factor energy bracelet on her hand spun at high speed, flashing a red arc.

“Hey, wait…” Pesce stepped back in fear, “Little princess, it’s Brother Pesce, you can’t be serious, okay? Remember to show mercy? Otherwise… Aaaaaaaaah!!”

Perlis said nothing. A flash of red light appeared, and the pure white figure tore through the air like lightning, rushing towards Pace at high speed.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

.......

2) Broken Wrist (Part 5)

At Kemp's suggestion, Yu finally chose to join the team, and thus the three of them finally got together.

Even though the plan that Kemp mentioned did not require them to fight, to be on the safe side, the group decided to go to the gunsmith and get some tools for self-defense.

Along the way, Kemp repeatedly beat his own thoughts: Is this really rational? Is it really possible to succeed in trying to pick up leaks in such a cruel and bloody competition?

This is stupid. Kemp finally came to a conclusion. He knew that the "loopholes" and "taking advantage of the rules" he had said were all bullshit. The Federation had used the same set of rules to select the [Blades of Babel] when the Tower of Babel was built. The "loopholes" he had discovered were well known to everyone. How could a kid like him, who knew nothing, play with the rules?

But even so, Kemp didn't want to give up. As a newspaper boy, he had been fed up with the contemptuous looks, and when he thought of the good memories of his childhood, he became more determined to climb out of this quagmire as soon as possible.

And, yes, to save Aunt Enlia.

But was it really right to drag Jessica into this? Although Jessica had been running around in the alleys since she was a child, she was not the kind of girl who was too weak to hold a gun, but even so, she would never have the chance to experience such a bloody battle.

Would it be most reasonable to stop now?

While thinking, Kemp and his group came to the corner of Shouma Lane. This area is connected to the urban area, so it has more infrastructure. Soon, the group came to the gunsmith's shop under the guidance of Yu.

"It's right here," Yu said, pushing open the door and walking in as if she were entering her own home, ignoring the two people behind her who were a little scared, "Come in."

Kemp turned his head slightly and found that Jessica had a blank look on her face, as if she was very scared. Her hand gently grasped the corner of Kemp's clothes, looking like a little girl who had lost her way.

Sure enough, girls still have a natural fear of weapons and firearms...

"Let's go?" Kemp lowered his voice and patted Jessica who was in a daze, "Let's go in."

"Um..."

So, Kamp took the lead and protected Jessica as she entered the adult world of arms.

After the [College War], the Federation banned all residents in the territory from owning fully automatic firearms, and all production lines were controlled by the [College]. Therefore, the civilian gun shops were selling single-shot pistols or old-fashioned muskets. Most of these firearms could only provide stopping power within a relatively low range, and were of limited use in long-range combat.

Kemp speculated that this kind of policy was probably intended to prevent civil uprisings. After all, the slums in the border city of Lavis were as numerous and dense as bamboo shoots after a March rain. Located on the border, it was naturally easy for people with ulterior motives to exploit them.

"Awesome..." Jessica looked at the old guns on the wall and murmured, "Little Camp, which of these guns is better than yours?"

"Of course it's my gun," Kemp touched the gun in his hand, "It's my father's gun."

"Little Camp rarely talks about his father," Jessica said softly, "Where did he go?"

"Let's talk about it next time. The rain is waiting for us."

Kemp ended the conversation abruptly and walked to the counter to meet Yu, who had been chatting with the gunsmith for a long time. Jessica hurriedly followed Kemp, a little flustered.

Approaching the counter, Kemp discovered that Yu was arguing with the bearded old gunsmith, and their voices were getting louder and louder:

"I've already told you, old man, charge less!"

"No, it won't be cheap," the gunsmith shook his head, and slightly swung his bandaged arms, "Your broken gun basically needs to be remade, at least five hundred federal reserve coins!"

"Three hundred and fifty!" Yu's voice was cold, "Otherwise I'll kill you."

"Who are you trying to scare, little brat? I'm the one who changed your diaper!" The gunsmith spitted, his beard shining, "Four hundred and fifty, no room for improvement."

"Just three hundred and fifty."

"Four hundred! There's no room for improvement," the gunsmith yelled, his face almost touching the rain. "If you don't have money, get out and stop annoying me!"

"How dare you talk to me like that?" Yu's voice was very sharp, "Kneel down."

"Fuck you, get down on your knees!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Get out!"

"......"

Kemp and Jessica stared at the interaction between the two in amazement, not even sure whether they should speak.

Is this guy serious? How can you bargain like this? What's wrong with asking someone to kneel down? This is a gunsmith's shop, are you here to rob him?

"Fuck, you bastard, three hundred and fifty is three hundred and fifty, get out of here right away after you're done," the gunsmith cursed, grabbing the small purse handed over by Yu, who was smiling coldly, "You'll never have any future if you keep shooting pigeons on the bell tower... Find a class as soon as possible."

"Haha, you can't imagine that, can you? You old man," Yu put his hands on his waist and smiled coldly, "I'm about to participate in the [Tower of Babel Competition]. The next time we meet, I will be the best."

"Huh?" The gunsmith glanced at Yu's small figure sarcastically and shook his head, "You don't deserve it."

"Oh, mortals, you can't understand me," Yu shook his head proudly. He turned around and pointed at Kemp and Jessica behind him. "Old man, these are my two followers this time. They will help me win a place in the competition. Do you believe it now?"

Hearing what Yu said, the gunsmith narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Kemp and Jessica behind Yu. The moment his eyes met the gunsmith's, Kemp raised his hand slightly and waved gently.

"Hi?"

"Hey, you little bastard," the gunsmith's loud voice nearly frightened Kemp to death. "Hey, kid, you really wanna go to the competition with this thing?"

"Yes...yes..." Kemp stammered.

"Then you must be out of your mind," the gunsmith shook his head, "just give up now and find a class that's more practical than this."

"No, we have to go." Kemp tried to make his voice sound firm.

"Nothing is worth it for kids like you to compete and die," the gunsmith said fiercely. "Every year, there are stupid kids like you who go to the competition regardless of their lives. How many of you think can come out alive?"

"We...have a reason to go?"

"What's your reason?" The gunsmith sneered. "You just want to make some money and move out? I've seen countless bastards like you come to me to buy guns and go to those bastards' competitions to be cannon fodder, but no one has ever come back."

"No," Kemp shook his head, "that's not our reason."

"No?" The gunsmith was a little skeptical. "Then tell me, what's the reason..."

"Because..."

"My mother, crystal wrist inflammation is in the advanced stage."

When Kemp was about to speak, a firm female voice interrupted him. He turned around and found that Jessica's eyes were gleaming, as if she had made up her mind.

"You are..." The gunsmith thought carefully, and then suddenly realized, "The daughter of Enlia's family?"

"You know my mother?" Jessica was a little surprised.

"We used to work in the same cave in the mine, so we are old acquaintances." The gunsmith nodded. "Is her wrist broken?"

"The doctor said... the only option is surgery..." Jessica lowered her head slightly, her eyes sparkling, "but... I can't raise the money."

Hearing this, the fierceness on the gunsmith's face faded a little. For a moment, he seemed to have something stuck in his throat, not knowing what to say.

Maybe he wanted to persuade these kids? Kemp didn't know, because the gunsmith turned around and put Yu's sniper rifle into the workbench behind.

When he turned around again, the fierce look on his face returned to its usual state:

"Hey, brat," the gunsmith waved his hand, "Do you want to repair the gun or buy one?"

......

2) Broken Wrist (Part 6)

"In the end... you still can't defend it?"

At this moment, Pace was lying on the sofa in Lian's laboratory, foaming at the mouth and with his eyes rolled up. Lian was fiddling with the equipment and injecting him with some medicine to make him feel better at least.

"No, I think it should have been blocked," Carly stood aside, checking Pace's one-way shield and confirming the damage to the instrument. "According to the battle record, the consumption of factor energy was only about 80%. Logically speaking, it has not broken through the defense..."

"Then why was he bounced away?" Lian glanced at Carly and sighed, "I didn't intend to test the [Parting Gift] in a place like this..."

"The danger trigger threshold you set is too low?" Carly chuckled, "No, animal lover, you haven't exercised for so long, are you frustrated?"

"Impossible!" Lian was very unconvinced, "【Parting Gift】will only be triggered when a huge and unstoppable threat is predicted. If your one-way shield is blocked, the ejection device will not be able to be activated!"

"Who knows?" Carly glanced at Perlis who was looking at the unconscious Pace in a trance, as if she was thinking about something. "Little White Flower? Are you okay?"

"Hmm?" Perlis raised her head, a little flustered for a moment, but soon calmed down, "I... I'm fine..."

"It's not your fault. You've been very restrained," Carly comforted Perlis calmly and handed Lian a handkerchief. "It's still a problem with the device. It would be best if we had a chance to debug it before the competition starts. But our Debite boy will have to work hard."

After that, Carly continued to work. Perlis lowered her head again, thinking about what had just happened.

After she started fighting with Pess, the latter had been using the one-way shield of factor energy to defend himself and had hardly taken the initiative to attack. Facing the shield of factor energy, Perlis naturally did not give up at all, but attacked with the butterfly knife with all her strength.

Although Pace kept wailing, Perlis's attack showed no sign of penetrating the factor energy shield. Gradually, with his defense being very successful, Pace also tried to use the factor energy hook to move around, and by the way, he used some simple attacks on Perlis.

The entire test should have gone on so smoothly. As the competition was about to begin, this kind of warm-up in a safe venue was what both Perlis and Pace wanted. Naturally, the two of them fought with great devotion.

Until, that knife from Perlis.

"bass--"

Perlis couldn't explain what happened. She only remembered that a red light flashed before her eyes, and the intense energy instantly filled her arm - not the butterfly knife, but her arm. At that moment, a long line appeared on the body of Pace in her eyes, a red line.

For some reason, Perlis knew that as long as she slashed along this trajectory, Pace would be cut in half along with his shield.

She used up all her willpower to stop herself from swinging the knife with all her strength. But even so, Pace's exoskeleton armor still detected a strong threat and sounded an alarm, triggering the [Parting Gift] that Lian had installed on it.

"Pfft-"

A blade of blue flame shot out from the tail of Pace's giant armor, launching him directly into the sky - and then crashing into the ceiling.

"Oh my god—" Pace only had time to let out a scream before he was knocked to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"..."

Perlis gently rubbed her wrist. She always felt as if she had forgotten something, but she couldn't devote her energy to thinking. Whenever she tried to dig deep into her heart, she could always see the indescribable red geometric symbol and the endless darkness that followed.

Was she too tired? Perlis rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes. But her body told her that she was not tired at all, but rather had an unusual amount of energy.

It was as if the wounds on Wanren Mountain had disappeared completely in just half a month.

Why is this happening? Is there something important that I have missed?

Perlis recalled the red line that appeared on Pace's body. She had never seen that before and had never had the urge to cut the person in half.

Vaguely, Perlis sensed that something was gradually changing.

"..."

Under the treatment of the instrument, Pace fell into a peaceful sleep, and the numbers on the vital sign detector gradually stabilized. This kind of minor injury is nothing to the Thebites with strong physical fitness, but Pace really needs to sleep for a while to recover.

Beside the sickbed, the white-haired girl looked at the Thebit man and lowered her head slightly, lost in her own thoughts. Seeing her appearance, Carly at the side could not help but sigh deeply:

"I have to do it," Carly murmured under her breath.

"What?" Lian looked up, thinking Carly was talking to her, "What?"

"Nothing," Carly smiled softly and shook her head, "Animal lover, help me look at something."

After that, Carly took out a revolver from her waist bag. This was the steam revolver that Grace gave her. It once belonged to the Great Prophet Zacamos Arachi. She handed the revolver to Lian, who took it and carefully examined the mechanical structure on it.

"So impressive..." Lian stroked the steam structure on the revolver and couldn't help but praise it. "ESTA-9, a customized version. Which master of I-Tran did you steal this from?"

"It's a relic of Zacamos," Carly muttered softly, "a junior gave it to me."

"It's really a good token of love."

"Eh?" Carly was a little confused. "What token of love?"

"Such a precious thing, someone can give it to you, it must be a little thoughtful, right?" Lian finally found the opportunity and smiled evilly, "Pink-haired otaku girl, I see you don't understand at all."

"What do you know? Who would think that way?" Carly waved her hands, as if to dispel something dirty. "You must have watched too many romance cartoons to have a love-brain like this..."

"Not necessarily," Lian chuckled, "but this gun is indeed a good one. After all, Hillster's military factory rarely mass-produces weapons anymore. You basically have to use connections to get this kind of thing by ordering a custom order. It's quite valuable."

"Indeed, it is a gun that is specially designed to shoot factor energy bullets after all," Carly nodded, "So, is there one?"

"have what?"

"[Thorn] bullet."