Chapter 466 The Bullets
Catherine moved swiftly. The weapon that had been tightly held by the scarred man was suddenly in Catherineâs hand.
The scarred man was genuinely shocked this time. He instinctively examined his palm. He flipped it back and forth comically and ludicrously.
Before he could see how Catherine managed to touch his hand, Catherine had already snatched the weapon away from him. He thought Catherine must not be ordinary.
Her speed was beyond human capabilities.
As the scarred man stared at Catherine, his pupils dilated. His eyes were filled with not just fear but also confusion and bewilderment.
Catherine toyed with the scarred manâs weapon in her hand for a moment.
Then she sneered.
It was just an outdated relic from the last century, and this man had the audacity to play with it. He was not even afraid of being ridiculed.
Catherine suddenly pulled the trigger.
The scarred manâs eyes widened, and his face instantly turned pale. He had a hunch that his life was about to end at that very moment.
His focus was entirely on Catherine, and he had even forgotten how to call for help. However, what happened next left the scarred man even more surprised. It was just like how he initially wanted to toy with Catherine. Catherine didnât immediately harm him.
The scarred manâs gun was rotated twice in Catherineâs hand and then completely disassembled into individual components.
That was truly impressive.
The scarred man had seen skilled marksmen, even experts who could disassemble and reassemble guns blindfolded.
But someone like Catherine, who disassembled the weapon with one hand while rapidly spinning it, was something he had never witnessed before.
At that moment, the scarred man suddenly realized he had provoked someone extraordinary.
Catherine held seven bullets she had disassembled from the firearm and waved them in front of the scarred man.
Her eyes shifted, and she cast a cold, disdainful glance at the scarred man before uttering three words in a chilling tone.
âWhere is she?â
The scarred man had been in this game for many years and had grown indifferent to life and death. While he was fearful, he didnât reveal his bossâs secrets.
Their boss had leverage over them. Their own life was expendable, but they couldnât jeopardize their families.
âIf you want to kill me, then do it, but youâll never find out where she is.
âWith my lowly life, Iâll kill a rich young lady. Iâve wonâ¦â
Catherine sneered. She couldnât help but admire the scarred man. Even in such a dire situation, he dared to talk tough.
She asked only once and wouldnât ask again if there was no response.
The scarred man observed the eerie smile on Catherineâs face. She didnât press him further, nor did she threaten him with any harsh words. He couldnât help but feel a shiver down his spine.
The more silent she became, the more it indicated trouble. As he watched Catherine approach with the disassembled bullets in her hand, he felt an inexplicable sense of danger.
He panicked and stared at Catherine. He involuntarily tried to step back.
âWhat are you going to do?â
Catherine held a bullet between her fingers. She spun it before pressing it against the scarred manâs cheek.
With astonishing force, Catherine embedded the bullet into his cheek. It caused blood to spray directly onto Catherineâs fair face.
It was such a gruesome sight, and she didnât even blink.
The scarred man writhed in agony and screamed wildly, but it was futile. To prevent him from struggling, Catherine had tied his hands and feet, rendering any movement a luxury.
Catherine had no intention of stopping.
With bullets one after one, the torment continued.
The pain was unbearable. It was worse than death.
The scarred man would rather she had put him out of his misery with a single shot. Catherine picked up another bullet. This time, it was aiming for the scarred manâs eye.
This time, the scarred manâs lifeless eyes came to life. His instincts kicked in, and he could no longer endure the excruciating pain. He began to beg Catherine, and his voice was hoarse and desperate.
âI was wrong. It was my mistake. I should never have offended you. Pleaseâ¦â
Due to the continuous splattering of blood, Catherineâs once cold and elegant face was now stained with blood. It created a stark contrast to her fair skin.
With her aloof demeanor, the blood added a hint of bewitching charm and made her presence even more formidable.
The scarred manâs plea didnât make Catherine stop.
She continued to approach with the bullet aimed at the scarred manâs eye. Seeing that she was about to drive the bullet into his eye, the scarred man couldnât bear it any longer.
He surrendered.
âIâll tell you! Iâll tell you! Just please give me a quick death!â
Catherine halted her actions and gave the scarred man a cold, piercing look. The scarred man didnât hesitate and quickly pointed toward a small room upstairs.
âSheâs up there. We havenât laid a finger on her. You can trust us.â
Catherine roughly dropped the scarred man to the ground and ascended the rickety stairs to the second-floor room.
The room was dimly lit, with only a small window providing a faint light source. Catherine, with her exceptional eyesight, immediately spotted Audrey in a corner.
Audreyâs hands and feet were bound. She leaned weakly to one side with her head drooping, which suggested she had been drugged.
Catherine approached Audrey and untied her. Then she gave Audrey a sharp pinch on the philtrum.
The intense stimulation made Audrey regain consciousness slowly. She opened her eyes and saw Catherine crouching in front of her. Her eyes widened instantly. She opened her mouth and shouted, âKathy, run! Iâll cover you. Hurryâ¦â
Catherine was momentarily puzzled by Audreyâs strange behavior, but then she realized and smiled slightly.
âAudrey, why are you still smiling? Donât you realize weâre in trouble?â Midway through her sentence, Audrey suddenly noticed something and rushed forward. âKathy, what happened to your face? Why is it covered in blood? Did those kidnappers hurt you?â
Her voice choked as she spoke, and tears welled in her eyes. Facing such an endearing sister, Catherine couldnât help but feel a little helpless. She casually wiped the blood off her face with her hand.
âLook closely. This is someone elseâs blood, not mine.â
Even though Catherine explained, Audrey still couldnât relax. She rushed forward and gently touched Catherineâs cheek to make sure there were no wounds. After that, she couldnât hold back her tears any longer.
She cried out, âYou scared me. I thought they disfigured you!â
Catherine was so beautiful. It would have been a shame if anything had happened to her face. Catherine pulled Audrey to her feet. â Letâs go. Weâll talk later.â
Audrey was surprised. She asked, â Kathy, are we just leaving like this? What about those kidnappers? What if they catch us again?â
Her words were overflowing, and if Audrey wasnât her sister, Catherine might have silenced her for good.
Then Catherine dragged Audrey downstairs. Audrey couldnât believe her eyes when she saw the chaotic scene below. âKathy, look at this!â