Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 390

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 390**

In her covert role as a spy for Building B, while residing in the confines of Building A, Alison had begun to rediscover a sense of vitality that had long eluded her. It was as if the very act of gathering intelligence breathed life back into her weary soul. She felt a renewed sense of purpose, a mission that ignited a spark within her—a stark contrast to the emptiness she had experienced before the world had crumbled into chaos.

No matter how furious Francis became, she remained resolutely silent, her heart pounding with both fear and defiance.

Today, she was prepared to sacrifice everything for her cause, even if it meant facing death head-on.

Francis was a tempest of rage. In the world before the apocalypse, he had prided himself on never laying a hand on a woman. Yet, in this new reality, he had found himself losing control more than once, particularly with those he felt had crossed an unforgivable line.

As he glared at Alison, sitting there with an unsettling calmness, a wave of frustration washed over him. In a fit of anger, he kicked her hard, the force of it sending her crashing to the floor. He swiftly drew his gun, pressing the cold metal against her temple.

“Alison,” he barked, his voice laced with venom, “you were the one who let them into the 65th floor, weren’t you? Because of your betrayal, Nelson was captured! Now tell me what Building B’s true goal is, and perhaps I’ll consider letting you redeem yourself. Otherwise, I swear I’ll pull this trigger right now.” He cocked the gun, the sound echoing ominously in the tense air.

His fury was a raging storm, threatening to consume him.

If it weren’t for the urgent need to uncover Building B’s plans—and to ascertain the fate of Caroline and Tyler—he would have pulled the trigger without a second thought.

There were others he wanted to eliminate as well.

With the recent upheaval—new abilities surfacing and swarms of insects attacking—he had let his vigilance slip. He had foolishly assigned only a handful of soldiers to monitor these spies, and now the consequences of his negligence were glaringly apparent.

Francis seethed with self-loathing for being so careless, for believing he could manipulate these people into feeding Building B false information as he had done before.

On the floor, Alison, curled up and seemingly defeated, suddenly erupted into laughter.

Her laughter was wild and unrestrained, reverberating through her entire being.

Francis, taken aback by her reaction, kicked her again, his voice a thunderous demand for her to speak.

Nearby, other soldiers were mercilessly interrogating the remaining spies, their voices harsh as they sought answers about Nelson’s capture and whether Tyler and Caroline had been set up in advance.

With each passing moment, the weight of uncertainty regarding the two missing individuals pressed heavier on Francis’s chest.

Suddenly, Alison shot upright, an unexpected movement that startled Francis into action.

In a flash, he unleashed his wind ability, sharp gusts slicing through the air and striking Alison with brutal force, tearing at her skin.

He could end her life in an instant if he chose to.

Yet, she didn’t flinch. Instead, with an unsettling calm, she seized the gun from his grip and pressed it firmly against her own forehead.

Her hair fell away from her face, revealing eyes that burned with a feverish intensity. “Colonel Sutton,” she said, her voice steady and chilling, “do you know what they call me in Building B? They say I’m a good dog. A good dog never questions its master’s commands—it simply obeys.”

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