After My Death, I Became a Heartless Madman - Chapter 42.1

But someone had to teach how to use the light bullet gun.

Bai Ruowei fired a shot first. Dressed in a professional special training suit, the white bodysuit accentuated her slender yet powerful waist with two sleek blue stripes trailing down. Her fingers were long, her expression focused. The oversized light bullet gun looked almost like a well-suited toy in her hands.

With a loud bang, veins in Bai Ruowei’s arms tensed like steel wires as the gun unleashed a powerful shockwave. The plastic target was obliterated in an instant, leaving the shooting instructors drenched in cold sweat.

Not just the instructors even the action team members who hadn’t undergone specialized training couldn’t withstand the gun’s intense recoil.

Bai Ruowei set the gun down, her expression flickering with something unreadable.

“Operating a light bullet gun is difficult. Beginners aren’t advised to attempt such a high-level firearm.”

Watching the demonstration had been a whim for Song Shizhou. Hearing this, she should’ve brushed it off casually.

At this moment, Bai Ruowei was practically begging in her heart to be ignored.

Because with a complex mechanism like the light bullet gun, if Song Shizhou really wanted to learn, the two of them would inevitably have some physical contact.

Intimate physical contact.

She’d have to hold Song Shizhou’s waist, guiding her hands to adjust the gun’s intricate scope. Their bodies would unavoidably press close.

But right now, even a teasing remark was enough to make Bai Ruowei’s body heat up, her skin prickling with sweat.

Her muscles tensed as she silently prayed for Song Shizhou to overlook her, just like before. To let her step aside and rest for a moment.

To let her body cool down.

An Alpha deprived of their mate’s pheromones was more pitiable than an Omega. And Bai Ruowei was an Alpha who had long been denied her mate’s mark. Even the faintest trace of pheromones was enough to make her eyes damp.

Just as she was caught in this dilemma, a calm voice drifted over.

“When Miss Bai accompanied Zhao Yiqing skiing back then, did you also advise her against choosing the advanced ski trail like this?”

It was Song Shizhou.

Bai Ruowei froze.

This wasn’t jealousy, it was a reminder. A reminder of all the absurd mistakes Bai Ruowei had made, of who had truly broken their vows. Why bother pretending now?

Hearing this, Miss Bai’s expression crumbled. She could effortlessly wield such a complex and demanding weapon, yet when it came to her relationship with Song Shizhou, she always ended up defeated in the most humiliating way.

Bai Ruowei wanted to explain, but Song Shizhou didn’t seem inclined to give her the chance.

Little Zheng, sensing Song Shizhou’s intent, dutifully interjected,

“Didn’t Miss Bai accept Chairman Chen’s task? Why does it seem like you’re not intent on completing it now?”

Bai Ruowei’s gaze flickered before she readjusted her grip on the gun.

She raised it, aiming at the target. The motion was fluid and graceful. Though Bai Ruowei couldn’t paint, she was undeniably a skilled teacher when it came to shooting. Unfortunately, her only student didn’t appreciate her abilities instead treating her like air.

Helpless, she steeled herself and spoke.

“Miss Song, please hold my arm.”

This sentence was too strange. Bai Ruowei felt as if she had become a toy in her hands, her cheeks instantly burning red. She didn’t like this feeling, this sensation that was clearly dangerous yet made her sink deeper into it…

The scent of night-blooming cereus brushed past her, carrying Song Shizhou’s unique pheromone. That day, in some random office at the Council, Song Shizhou had been in the same position, gripping a collar in her hand, driving her to the brink of collapse.

The faint, elusive fragrance of cereus grazed her scent gland, the Enigma’s scorching breath burning against her ear. Though the scent of cereus was usually light and delicate, now it carried an overwhelming sense of aggression. A stray lock of Miss Bai’s hair slipped down, and Song Shizhou kindly tucked it behind her chest.

Bai Ruowei suppressed the peculiar emotions in her heart and aimed at the bullseye.

“With a regular gun, you can pull the trigger once you’ve aimed at the target. But the scope of a light bullet gun is slightly higher, so you need to adjust your aim downward a little.”

As she spoke, Song Shizhou lowered her head slightly, the Enigma’s breath brushing past her sensitive scent gland.

The next second, the muzzle of the light bullet gun erupted with a fierce white light. The particle interception screen reacted instantly, followed by the sound of something breaking after the violent impact.

She had missed.

The powerful recoil of the light bullet gun made her stagger. Bai Ruowei’s face flushed slightly as she bit her lower lip, the corners of her eyes glistening as if holding back tears.

The instructors were stunned. Miss Bai’s precision was usually machine-like her mistakes were once-in-a-century occurrences.

And even if she had missed, why did she look so devastated, as if on the verge of collapse?

Could there be another reason?

Little Zheng was also startled. She stepped forward to steady Bai Ruowei.

“Maybe you should rest for a while? You don’t look well…”

This was too humiliating.

Bai Ruowei shook her head, forcing herself to regain her composure.

“It’s fine. I don’t need a break.”

The pheromone interference wasn’t the problem. It was just that her scent gland tingled with a faint warmth perhaps the residual heat from when Song Shizhou had leaned in.

It inexplicably reminded her of that collar tightening around her neck.

Seeing her still stubbornly holding on, Song Shizhou merely smiled and said nothing.

Practicing with the light bullet gun was out of the question now, the interception screen had been destroyed by Bai Ruowei’s shot. One more misfire like that, and the entire professional training room might be ruined.

Song Shizhou held the gun, her expression unreadable. The instructors were frantic, at a loss for what to do, when the door slowly opened.

Someone stepped forward.

“I’ll teach her.”

Soft light fell before her, casting mottled gray shadows. Song Shizhou thought the woman’s voice was pleasant, her footsteps steady.

It was Lan Chi.

Her hair was longer than it had been in Flying Bird Town, now dyed an ethereal blue. The long strands draped loosely over her chest, and she wore a single earring.

Her attire was far from formal, just an ordinary shirt and trousers yet among the uniformed crowd, she didn’t seem out of place at all. Instead, it made the others look awkward and mismatched.

The coaches had long heard of Lan Chi, she was the central figure in that tragic incident from years past. Though Lan Chi was far less terrifying now than she had been back then, when she stood before them in the flesh, they still felt an undercurrent of oppressive tension.

Not to mention, this person bore such a striking resemblance to Miss Bai.

There was a hidden door in the training ground leading to the rest area. Assistant Zheng had initially called for someone to escort Inspector Bai to rest, but Bai Ruowei waved them off, insisting she could walk on her own. Yet the moment she saw Lan Chi appear, she stumbled slightly.

Lan Chi didn’t say anything. Assistant Zheng had intended to have the light bullet guns removed, but now that Lan Chi was here, she merely reached out her hand and Assistant Zheng obediently handed them over with both hands.

Lan Chi took aim, her finger poised over the trigger. Song Shizhou’s heart leapt into her throat, but Lan Chi didn’t fire.

“Bang.”

She playfully mimicked the sound of a gunshot before tossing the light bullet gun aside.

Song Shizhou asked,

“Sister, why didn’t you shoot?”

Lan Chi shook her head.

“It’s too powerful.”

They had already witnessed the destructive force of the light bullet gun, hadn’t they? A single shot had reduced the entire interception screen to rubble. Such a dangerous weapon ought to be locked away in a vault, not paraded around for entertainment.

The same went for someone like her someone who always brought pain to others. She, too, should be sealed away in the Surveillance Institute’s sunless dungeon, not standing here, perfectly fine, right in front of Song Shizhou.

Her slender fingers traced the barrel of the gun as if greeting an old friend, her expression oddly focused.

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