Marvel's Princess - Chapter 27
With a loud “boom,” the female vampire, caught off guard and accelerating forward, was struck squarely by the pickup, sending her flying nearly twenty meters.
Before she could rise and hurl curses, Bella leaped from the pickup, her eyes emitting a pale blue glow—the mark of psychic energy being pushed to its limits. She stomped on the ground, leaving a shallow footprint, and instantly sped up, overtaking her target in less than a second to appear behind the female vampire.
James, the male vampire, quickly halted his charge, turned around, and prepared to move to the side to assist. Just then, he witnessed Bella forcefully tearing off the female vampire’s head with her hands.
“This smell is truly foul! What did I just say? All of you scum are going to die today!” Bella, holding the female vampire’s head, spoke with total confidence.
She continued to enhance her physical abilities with her psychic energy, constantly reassuring herself with thoughts like ‘you can do it’ and ‘you’re great.’
There was no time to practice fighting techniques, but as long as she was faster and more robust than her opponent, that would suffice.
Confidence is a curious thing. When one side’s morale is high, it naturally impacts the other, especially when James realizes he has miscalculated. He assumed Bella could only have strange powers and lacked real combat strength.
Now, he was forced to revise his understanding; this detestable woman had managed to twist off a vampire’s head before he could react, her speed and strength far exceeding human limits.
He felt a moment of doubt, and as Bella charged toward him, he instinctively stepped back, but then his ferocious nature took over. Why fear? Let’s fight!
After three exchanges, his confidence largely returned. Bella’s fighting style seemed unthreatful to him.
However, Bella felt her confidence waning after the first three moves. She could deceive others but not herself.
She had virtually no combat ability. Telling herself she could fight was self-deception; she honestly couldn’t beat James, the vampire.
Fight if possible. Run if not!
There wasn’t much else to say. Bella didn’t know any fancy techniques; she kicked up a cloud of dust and then turned to run.
James did not hesitate, pursuing her in flight.
“Get down!” a shout came from ahead on the left.
A black Chevrolet was parked across the road.
A muscular Caucasian man in a tactical vest, guns in hand, was aiming past Bella.
Who was this? Seeing that he appeared to be offering help, Bella didn’t refuse.
She darted to the side, clearing the line of fire for the Caucasian man.
The sound of gunfire, “bang bang bang,” followed continuously.
The Beretta M92F, indeed a renowned gun, was a bit slow for a vampire, given the distance and the vampire’s agility. James dodged left and right, only slowing slightly as he evaded five consecutive bullets.
Facing an enemy who could dodge bullets at close range was a first for the man, but his mental fortitude was much stronger than Bella’s. Though somewhat surprised, he was not flustered.
He didn’t retreat an inch; his hands were steady on the gun, and he continued to fire.
Using his extensive combat experience, he anticipated James’s evasion speed and angles.
As the vampire dodged one bullet, he realized another was already before him. Caught between spent force and unready new strength, he couldn’t avoid the next shot from the Beretta M92F, traveling at an initial speed of 375 meters per second.
Vampires, though supernatural, are still flesh and blood, and bullets can wound them.
He was hit repeatedly, and Bella took the opportunity to kick out and break one of his legs. While the Caucasian man, Chris, was reloading, another brunette woman descended from the black Chevrolet.
Bella recognized this brunette as Claire Redfield, whom she had seen twice before during a plane crash. Claire now sported a ponytail, a white shirt paired with a short jacket, jeans, and boots—a stark contrast to her previous student attire, looking more like a soldier ready for battle.
Given Chris’s mercenary attire, his rugged, muscular appearance didn’t seem out of place. If anything, his wearing a suit and tie would have been the fundamental paradox.
Together, they shot the significantly weakened James into a sieve and, at Bella’s urging, continued firing at the vampire’s head until it was destroyed.
Then Bella piled the vampire corpses together, doused them in gasoline, and set them on fire.
As for the whereabouts or the state of the African American vampire, Bella wasn’t sure; this was the best she could do under the circumstances.
A pressing issue now stood before her. Her display of supernatural strength and speed during the fight was hard to miss, and she doubted Claire and Chris hadn’t noticed. How should she explain it?
Before Bella could think of an excuse, Chris devised his interpretation.
“Could this be one of those legendary super-soldiers? Her strength and speed are incredible.”
“Ah? Oh, yes, that’s right! You’re spot on! It’s genetic engineering, you know,” Bella wiped non-existent sweat from her brow, quickly reviewing her interactions with them since they had arrived.
She had been about to run when they likely noticed something odd about her, but since they didn’t ask, she felt no need to explain.
So, a genetically modified super-soldier it was!
“Miss Swan, you are in great danger. This is my brother, Chris. He works for the FBI,” Chris said confidently, flashing his badge before Bella.
Claire quickly introduced them. Bella nodded, though she didn’t believe Chris’s so-called FBI status for a second.
Everyone knows the FBI includes a diverse group, ranging from their agents to S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives, HYDRA members, CIA, KGB, Mossad, MI6, various militias, witch hunters, vampires, demons, angels, and even extraterrestrials!
If you randomly checked ten people on any street, at least one would likely have an FBI badge that looked suspiciously genuine.
Bella didn’t understand their underlying motives: “What danger are you talking about?”
Chris looked around before speaking hushedly, “An enemy hidden in the shadows orchestrated the plane crash. I suspect they used some kind of optical camouflage and then deliberately set up coincidences to frame someone else, creating an alibi. This criminal is brilliant!”
Bella was silent.
If she didn’t know the truth, she might have believed him!
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