Just as he was about to turn around and leave the mess, he heard faint, suppressed sobs behind him.
Ribs turned his head and his cold gaze fell on the blonde beauty curled up on the wet grass not far away.
Eberhart's mistress, the woman who was thrown here as a human shield, was now trying to struggle to her feet.
Her golden curly hair was disheveled, and her charming face was now covered with pale tear marks.
When she saw Ribs walking towards her, she immediately trembled violently like a frightened rabbit, using her hands and feet to retreat: "No... don't kill me... please... I don't know anything... I... I was just accompanying him... please let me go..."
Ribs stretched out his hand and said in an unquestionable command: "Get up."
The woman shuddered all over, and timidly stretched out her cold and trembling hand and placed it on Ribs' strong hand.
With a little effort, Reeves pulled her up from the mud. Her legs were weak and she could hardly stand. She could only rely on Reeves' arms to support herself.
"Don't be afraid," Reeves' voice was low, "I'm not interested in killing you. I just want to... talk to you."
Chat? In this place? At this time? The woman couldn't understand.
But her instinct for survival made her grab a life-saving straw. She nodded desperately, her lips trembling and unable to utter complete words: "I... I'll listen to you... Anything is fine..."
Without saying anything more, Reeves half-supported and half-helped her away from the bloody core area of the helipad and walked towards a relatively intact two-story villa annex not far away.
It might be a servant's room or a warehouse, which had survived the battle just now and the door was ajar.
Pushing the door open, he found darkness inside. Ribbs fumbled for the switch and flicked on a dim ceiling light. The room was simply furnished, containing a few sundries and cleaning tools. He closed the door, shutting out the smoke and flames outside.
The woman stood huddled in the corner, staring at Reeves in shock. Reeves leaned against the wall by the door, taking a brief breath, feeling a dull pain in his wound.
Time is running out, and the sirens of Chicago seem to be getting closer.
"Come here." Ribs' voice sounded even deeper and more irresistible in the darkness.
The woman hesitated and took a few trembling steps closer.
…
No excessive prelude.
For Reeves, it was a necessary measure to heal his wounds; for this woman, it was simply the price she paid for her right to live.
The process might be rough, but it wasn't long. Ribs only cared about whether or not [Rapid Recovery] could be activated.
At the end of the conversation, a familiar warmth began to surge through Ribs' body. The system prompt didn't appear, but he could clearly feel the skill activated! His body, subtly strengthened by [Strengthening Physical Fitness], now greedily absorbed this warmth.
The tearing pain in my left shoulder quickly eased and healed; the scratches on my back and arms felt a slight tingling sensation, which was the wounds quickly scabbing; the trembling pain in my bones and the dull pain in my internal organs also subsided as quickly as ice and snow melting.
Less than five minutes.
Most of Reeves' minor injuries had healed completely, leaving only a few scabby, faint red marks. While the most serious laceration on his left shoulder hadn't completely disappeared, the swelling had mostly subsided, and muscle movement was no longer restricted, so he could handle the rest with his strength.
He suddenly stepped back. In the dim light, the woman curled up, tears still on her face, but her eyes were empty and numb, as if she was still immersed in the huge shock.
Ribs quickly straightened his worn combat uniform and put on his bulletproof vest. He looked deeply at the woman and finally said something cold and emotionless:
"Forget tonight. If you want to live, shut up forever."
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