From the Abyss of Stars Part 1

026. Tendon Splitting and Bone Breaking (Part 2)

026. Tendon Splitting and Bone Breaking (Part 2)

"The guard squad is out of contact."

Assistant Anna said in a deep voice:

"The life signals of security teams A-12 and C-03 have also disappeared. Even the guards with military equipment have been wiped out, which shows that the enemy is coming with determination to root out our humanitarian organization... Should we continue? If we retreat now—"

"No! We can't transfer the patients again. Many are bedridden and will die on the way."

The professor shook her head:

"How is Nurse Nordley doing?"

"The White Fang gang has a special Level 4 infected who released a shadow impact that destroyed nearby electronic equipment... Currently, we don't have specific details."

"That's really unsettling... Anna, do we have any spare forces left without calling up the third floor?"

"Almost none." Assistant Anna checked the information and gave a pessimistic conclusion: "The White Fang gang has too many people. If it weren't for their reluctance to destroy the shelter's facilities with heavy firepower, theoretically, we should have fallen 20 minutes ago."

During their conversation, there was an urgent knock on the office door again:

"Professor, the first floor is about to fall! Please transfer quickly—Argh! Ugh—"

The sound of a blade penetrating flesh abruptly stopped the urging voice, followed by the dull thud of blunt force trauma and the shattering of bones, accompanied by cursing and maniacal laughter.

The office fell silent.

Despite the enemy being at the door, Assistant Anna saw no trace of panic on the professor's ageless face.

"Hmph... how pathetic."

The professor was silent for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh:

"I thought they would come for my life. To kill me—at least it should be a college graduate, right? But now, Anna, it seems I might die at the hands of a bunch of illiterates and scum."

"Professor, we still have time to leave, and the third floor can—"

"I won't leave, nor will I activate anything on the third floor. That is... humanity's treasure. I absolutely cannot let it be ruined by a bunch of filthy, insidious bottom-dwellers. If I am to die, then it means the so-called gods have allowed these secrets to be buried with me forever."

The professor opened a drawer and took out a handgun. She removed the magazine and, in front of Assistant Anna, loaded two bullets. She handed the gun to Assistant Anna:

"I don't have the courage to end myself... Anna, if they break in, I'll leave it to you."

Assistant Anna's gaze was complicated. As she instinctively took the gun, she realized how heavy this cold weapon was.

For a person's wrist, it was a one-pound iron block, but for a life, it seemed overly light, because it was a one-pound iron block.

"I won't shoot... Professor." Anna didn't realize her voice was trembling, her vision blurring slightly: "And I can't possibly shoot you... I'm just a doctor."

"Anna, do you remember the teachings from your training?"

The professor's gaze softened as she placed her hand on Anna's crystalline hand, gently saying:

"This world doesn't just have humans; there are viruses, bacteria, parasites, beasts carrying pathogens, patient zero... Sometimes you have no choice. To prevent disaster, just like tumor removal and cranial surgery, you must bring great pain to the patient, even beyond their limit, to remove the disease."