Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 573

In that moment, the sunlight became a moving spotlight, closely tracking its leading lady.

*

Inside the damp, dark house, Mina was dragged into a windowless room.

Her warm down jacket was torn to shreds, white feathers swirling in the air.

Her mouth was taped shut. She stared blankly at the dancing feathers as more and more of her clothes were ripped away. The moment the hem of her shirt was lifted, she gave up.

Her only solace was that she wasn't a true daughter of the Blackthorne family.

That way, even if she died here, she wouldn't drag their name through the mud.

[Eradication countdown: 03:00:03]

Mina closed her eyes and bit down on her tongue.

Crash!

A deafening boom echoed through the room.

Something heavy collapsed, and sunlight poured in.

Bang!

Another loud crack rang out, and searing hot blood splattered across her face.

Mina slowly opened her eyes. A white feather landed on the tip of her nose, and a second later, she heard the voice of her salvation.

"Mina, don't be afraid."

*

Bang—bang—bang—

Gunshots rang out in rapid succession across the shantytown, each one closer and more intense than the last.

Isolde stood frozen, staring in disbelief toward the concrete building.

For a split second, she felt as if a bullet had flown out of that iron door and pierced right between her eyes.

"Huh? You weren't the one shooting?"

Isolde stiffened, her face draining of color as she turned around.

Preston had silently slipped into the dark alley. He was already a monster, but blending into the shadows made him look even more dangerous. Even his smile sent shivers down her spine.

Isolde took a defensive step back, completely overwhelmed by the situation.

Preston glanced toward the source of the gunfire, looking mildly intrigued. "Did you give the gun to someone else?"

Another gunshot.

The bullet tore through the man's shoulder, blowing open a bloody hole. His agonizing scream completely drowned out the gunshot.

"Oops, missed! That's okay, we'll just try again."

Bang. A bullet sank into the man's leg.

"No worries, we'll definitely hit it next time."

Vivienne's voice was gentle, sounding exactly like a kindergarten teacher. "See? They don't dare fight back. Even though I only have one gun and can only shoot one person at a time, none of them want to be the first one to lunge at us. Because they're terrified of dying."

"Mina, look at them. Stare your fear right in the face, and kill them. Kill your fear."

The atmosphere in the room froze solid.

Zeke had hired desperate thugs. Realizing they were dead if they didn't act, two of the men exchanged glances, simultaneously preparing to lunge forward.

Quick as lightning, Vivienne pulled a compact, modified handgun from her waist.

Bang! One of the men dropped instantly. A split second later, she aimed at the other. "Sorry, I do aim for the head. And I'm very accurate."

She pulled the trigger again. Before the man could even react, a hole appeared between his eyes.

"Alright, the rest of you, stay on your knees. This little piece of trash needs some target practice."