Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 330. Attack or Revenge?

It started to rain slightly, and the group returned to the tent while the child walked slowly behind them.

The kid raised her head, and I had a feeling that our eyes would meet if it weren’t for the leaves from the tree covering them.

Henry and I sat there silently, shielded from the rain by the tree we hid under, and suddenly the world seemed much quieter.

But not long after, the group exited again, this time with an additional person, an older woman. While they talked and laughed animatedly under their umbrellas and strolled back to the dragon, the child—without an umbrella—took the lead and again pointed at one of the bones.

I didn’t say anything; I had no expression when I saw the same scene happening again.

"The owner of a conglomerate," Henry mumbled in explanation.

No idea how he was able to know that, but I took the info in and watched her perforate the bone with a machine gun before closing her eyes.

This was like a hunting trip for the rich; instead of animals, they butchered themselves.

It was exactly what I feared would happen when I got a glimpse of the counterpart theory.

She took a deep breath; her hair seemed shinier, and she appeared at least ten years younger. But she didn’t break into laughter; she only weakly leaned against the politician.

He spoke to her, and so did the other men, and then she was brought back to the big tent again, medical personnel clothed in white taking her over when they were near the entrance of their accommodation.

The child pointed out the right bones, so she had to be the prophet.

The next ’client’ was a younger woman with crutches who looked as if she was suffering from a muscle disease.

The prophet wandered around the dragon before she shook her head and pointed to a spot.

The soldiers perforated the bones, which constantly regrew, and after some time, the child raised her hand to tell them to stop, and then she pointed at a specific bone that had been freshly recreated.

The woman with the crutches needed help to be held steadily, and when she shot, not only was her targeted bone struck, but quite a few surrounding it as well.

Luckily or regrettably, the dragon’s heart remained intact.

Like a miracle, and amidst screaming, she could get rid of her crutches, but she also wasn’t really looking happy to have received her counterpart’s memories, as she cried and shook.

Besides the first man and the one following the girl with the crutches, the majority of people they brought weren’t that happy after robbing their bone counterparts’ experiences. All in all, there were 12 people getting an upgrade on their age and health.

Among them, Henry recognized a retired miracle surgeon, someone high up in the military, and another politician who was near death’s door.

The sky had darkened, and there was no new "client" popping out of the big tent.

The kid was brought into another, smaller tent, while Grandpa Lawrence went with the middle-aged man, who could be his son and Dr. Lawrence’s father, into a separate one.

"What do you want to do?" Henry squeezed my body, which had turned ice-cold, as he rubbed his head against mine.

"Do you want to kill them all?" It sounded like a devil’s whisper, and the anticipation in his voice showed his stance regarding the topic.

"I want the kid and whoever is opening the portals, which is probably Henrietta." I didn’t think further, just wanting these two key figures away from the rest of these people.

"Sounds good. Let’s wait until it is completely dark."

"Yeah." With our ability to see in the darkness, we had a clear advantage.

I sat numbly there while leaning on Henry and watched the sky turn darker and darker.

It would really be best if these people died, hopefully taking the secret with them. But who knew how many back home knew of it? The soldiers we had seen were at least about a hundred in number.

What if they told their families? Just with that, the number of insiders would already skyrocket.

What about the rest that had participated in this operation? This didn’t seem to be a small-scale project.

How many people were out there that had booked a trip to shoot at these bones or, later, to kill other kinds of counterparts?

"Do you recognize the two guys that collared us?" I asked Henry.

"I didn’t see them, but if I hear them speak, it’s another story. They were the only ones that should know about us." He answered, already knowing my intention.

"Okay. Let’s go." I said, having watched the soldiers patrolling long enough to know when they would change their positions.

"I’ll go first; be careful, it’s wet," he warned before he half-climbed, half-slid down the tree, landing on the ground with ease.

I did the same and managed to land safely as well.

I moved a few steps forward to test if we could still use the inhuman speed, and that was indeed the case. This would help us plenty.

We crept to the campsite but stopped when we were still inside the forest, at a spot where the soldiers patrolled every ten minutes, always with a team of two.

"Tell me if you recognize them." I whispered and crouched down behind a tree, not far from muddy footprints on a little trail.

"I will," Henry smiled bloodthirstily and stayed standing, leaning beside me.

The good news was that almost every soldier made quiet small talk with his partner; the bad news was that even after waiting for an hour, Henry didn’t give a sign of recognition.

"Should we go and see if they are still there?" A soldier, part of the next team of two, asked quietly.

"What are you talking about? There is nothing to look at." The other hissed reproachfully.

Henry nodded at me, and I stood up soundlessly.

Even if he didn’t recognize them, their conversation already hinted at their identity.

Henry made a motion with his hand held high, and when I looked at the two soldiers, I figured that he was telling me that he would take on the taller one.

I nodded back at him and raised my hand, retracting one finger per second to give us the countdown until we would strike.

Five

The rain had stopped in the meanwhile; it was just drizzling now.

Four

We had to act fast because they had weapons, their fingers already on the trigger for the worst case.

Three

With my other hand, I tightened my grip around the branch, ready to either kill them or make them unconscious.

Two

Because if these two soldiers didn’t die, and if the campsite group somehow managed to find their way home without the prophet and without Henrietta, wouldn’t they be able to find out about Henry and me? Wouldn’t these people, so very high up the ladder, seek us out for revenge then?

One

Was what I was doing here the right thing, or was it wrong?

Have I become a villain without even noticing it?

GO!

I motioned for Henry to move and ran to the smaller soldier with inhuman speed. They had still been talking when, in less than half a second, I stood behind my target and struck his head with the branch.

From Henry’s side, I only heard a crack, and it was again deathly silent.

The operation was a success, with no screams and no weapons fired; one of them was even dead—it seemed Henry hadn’t taken his time to question the goodness of his character and the value of human life and all this shit.

He dragged the taller soldier with a broken neck away, more to the back where we had come from, and I followed by dragging the smaller one there as well, my branch still on me.

After making enough distance between the patrolling route and the two soldiers, we put them down.

We could change our clothes with them, but both of our current clothes had our cum on them, and I was too paranoid to leave them behind; carrying them in our hands was also out of the question.

Although my clothes were conjured up, I couldn’t put them back into the past at the moment. With the collar and stuff, and without having a time limit, they also wouldn’t disappear by themselves.

Additionally, the soldiers did not wear helmets, and with our glowing eyes, we would get immediately spotted even if we wore camouflage.

And... I didn’t want Henry to wear the clothes of the guy that had collared him, which was in itself already an unforgivable crime. At least they didn’t take off his necklace and put the collar on top of it, or else all hell would have broken loose, and I would have killed the smaller one as well.

"CRACK." Henry had knelt by the unconscious, smaller soldier’s side, and now there were two corpses, so there had been no reason for me to overthink, as it seemed.

Anyway, there wasn’t much time until their disappearance would be noticed; I motioned Henry in the direction of the smaller tent while holding onto my bloody branch.