Chapter 208 It's All Your Fault
The rocks underfoot were slippery, and a slight misstep could send one tumbling into the bottomless, dark waters, where countless predators lurked, waiting for their prey to fall in.
Just then, a roar came from afar.
The sound initially resembled muffled thunder rolling across the sky, distant and indistinct, yet carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.
Immediately afterwards, the wind direction changed abruptly, and the roaring sound became clearer and clearer, tearing apart the originally oppressive silence.
The sound of propellers grew louder as they approached.
Strong gusts of air pressed in from the horizon, churning the sea and creating layers of white waves.
The air was thick with the smell of metal and fuel, making everyone tense.
The enormous machine emerged from behind the clouds, its silhouette gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
A helicopter is rapidly approaching.
It was like a giant steel raptor, speeding across the sea, its rotors whipping up a gale that made it almost impossible for people to stand.
The aircraft hovered at low altitude for a moment, as if locking onto its target, before slowly lowering its altitude and approaching the island-like reef area.
The fuselage is printed with logos from different countries—are they domestic?
Is it from Country D?
The red and blue emblem shimmered in the sunlight, and the pattern of an eagle and shield was faintly visible, but the details had been blurred by the wind and sand.
Song Xiaoxiao squinted, trying to discern whether it was a banner of redemption or a death sentence.
Song Xiaoxiao's pupils contracted.
Her heart sank suddenly, as if gripped by an invisible hand.
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, running down his cheeks and into his collar.
The arrival of that helicopter meant the situation was about to spiral out of control, and she had no time to hesitate any longer.
Time is running out.
Every second is like sand slipping through an hourglass, irreversible.
She knew that if she hesitated even a moment longer, all her plans would fall apart.
She could not wait any longer, nor could she back down.
Then...
Let's give it our all!
Countless images flashed through her mind—the humiliation of her childhood, the revenge she received as an adult, and everything that Song Zhiwei had taken away from her.
Anger burned fiercely in his chest, consuming the last shred of reason.
She suddenly charged at Song Zhiwei, her steps faltering but filled with a resolute ruthlessness.
Sand and gravel swirled at her feet, and the sea wind whipped fiercely against her clothes. Like a trapped beast pouncing on its prey, she roared, "If you die, I won't live alone!"
The voice was so shrill it almost tore through the air, filled with madness and resentment.
So what if they shoot?
She stared intently at the gun in Song Zhiwei's hand, but showed no fear.
If she's fast enough, she can pounce on her before the gun goes off and use her last bit of strength to drag her into the abyss.
She wanted to make those perpetually calm eyes taste the bitterness of falling into darkness.
If she's fast enough, I can pull her down with me!
Her arm was outstretched, her fingertips almost touching the hem of Song Zhiwei's clothes.
In that instant, she seemed to see victory—two bodies falling into the sea together, creating huge waves, and her hatred would never cease with the waves.
The seawater is right beneath your feet, waiting.
The dark sea surface gleamed with an eerie light, like a giant mouth waiting to devour everything.
She could even hear a low gurgling sound coming from underwater, a signal that sharks were swimming.
She wasn't afraid; she just wanted to drag Song Zhiwei down with her.
She wanted to make sure Sheng Tingzhou would never have a moment's peace in his life.
He loved Song Zhiwei, and he protected Song Zhiwei.
If Song Zhiwei dies at her hands, even if she herself dies with her, Sheng Tingzhou's heart will be forever nailed to this sea, tormented day and night in unbearable pain.
Song Zhiwei's eyes were like ice.
Her gaze was eerily calm, devoid of anger or fear, like a bottomless, icy pool.
She stood there, her body straight, like a statue, unmoved by the howling wind tearing at her hair.
With a flick of the finger, the trigger was pulled.
The movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Gunshots rang out across the empty island, like thunder ripped through the sky.
Bang--
The bullet sliced through the air and pierced Song Xiaoxiao's knee with pinpoint accuracy.
In an instant, blood exploded in the air, a blinding red, like a blooming flower of evil.
The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible, accompanied by Song Xiaoxiao's heart-wrenching screams.
"ah--!"
She lost her balance, her knees buckled, and she fell heavily to her knees.
The excruciating pain shot through her body like an electric current, almost suffocating her.
She pressed her hands tightly against the bleeding wound, warm liquid seeping from between her fingers and staining her palms red.
Her face was as white as a sheet, cold sweat poured down her back, and her lips trembled violently.
How could this be...?
Why legs of all?
Her mind was in chaos, a mixture of resentment and fear.
She can still run, she can still escape, as long as her legs are still there...
But now, all hope has been shattered by that one shot.
She could no longer lunge at Song Zhiwei, nor could she ever carry out her final revenge.
Song Zhiwei shook her numb hands.
The recoil from pulling the trigger made her hand go numb slightly. She glanced down at the muzzle of the gun, then slowly raised her eyes again.
She walked up to Song Xiaoxiao, her steps steady, her voice devoid of any warmth: "I've waited for this day for far too long."
Every word was like an icicle, piercing Song Xiaoxiao's already shattered dignity.
"It's time to end this."
She looked down at her sister, who was kneeling and weeping, her eyes showing no pity, only a calm that had settled down.
Those years of being bullied, framed, and smeared have finally come to an end at this moment.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a roar came from above.
Not just one, but countless helicopters approached from all directions, like dark clouds covering the sky.
The sound of the rotors blended into a deafening noise that made it hard to breathe.
Countless helicopters hovered in mid-air, the sniper rifle barrels protruding from beneath their fuselages gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Dozens of red dots from sniper scopes, like the eyes of death, landed steadily on Song Xiaoxiao's forehead—one, two, three…
It was densely packed, like a net that was impossible to escape.
"No...don't shoot...I don't want to die..."
Song Xiaoxiao trembled violently, her pupils dilated with fear.
She trembled, clutching her head, her nails digging deep into her scalp. Tears and snot streamed down her face, her voice broken and fragmented, "I am the eldest daughter of the Song family... I haven't had enough... I can't die... I can't..."
She is a goddess adored by millions, the focus of media attention, and a high-ranking socialite.
She should be surrounded by flowers and applause, fawned over by men, and look down on everyone under the spotlight...
Instead of dying like a stray dog on this desolate reef.
"It's all your fault... Song Zhiwei... It's all your fault..."
She dragged her crippled leg, crawling forward inch by inch, her knees scraping deep red welts on the rough rocks.
Her face was contorted beyond recognition, her lips twitching, her eyes filled with resentment and madness. "I should have killed you long ago... when you were still a little bastard... I should have strangled you..."
Song Zhiwei stood there, motionless.
The wind tousled her long hair, and her figure appeared exceptionally lonely amidst the numerous red dots of sniper fire, yet unwavering in its resolve.
She looked at the woman who had once been high and mighty but now crawled like an ant, and felt no emotion.
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