DPM Chapter 22 Wedding Night (3) Part 2
Translated by Snowfall77
Blood flowed out of Mozun’s mouth, and soon the sound of his troubled breathing could not be heard.
Wu Xingyun held his fingers under Mozun’s nose, feeling no inhale or exhale of air.
At that moment, Wu Xingyun believed Mozun could not be revived, and became sad for no good reason. Mozun’s hand was still raised in mid-air, hopeful and empty.
Finally, Wu Xingyun reached out and held Mozun’s hand. Wu Xingyun didn’t know why he did it. Perhaps because Wu Xingyun was about to be ripped apart by angry mutants. Perhaps Mozun’s words before death had been too deeply affectionate and melancholy. Or perhaps, thinking of the expressions Mozun had revealed while telling his tragic story, Wu Xingyun was simply sorry.
From the window, wispy hints of dawn glowed, casting shadows.
Wu Xingyun knew that soon the mutants would discover that Mozun was dead, all the Federation people on Yuanxing would be killed, and then would come the Alliance’s horrific suicide attacks on the Federation.
There would be no mercy.
His time was running out, Wu Xingyun knew it, but his heart refused to acknowledge facts, brimming with contradictions and hesitations.
No one could save the life of Mozun. Except for the Ghost solider who’d shot him.
Each Ghost soldier had a different azimuth and force to their shots, causing bullet structures unique to the shooter.
Therefore, only the Ghost solider who’d fired it would be able to remove the bullet.
Of course, it was mostly theoretical. In general, once a Ghost soldier hit someone, they croaked without any chance of treatment. So mending people shot by Ghost soldiers had been a boring, seemingly senseless lesson.
Wu Xingyun had been trained on it, though he’d viewed it as unnecessary, a top secret largely ignored by everyone. Even many of the highest-level Federation officials had no clue Ghost soldiers could practice this function. Much less would Mozun have known.
One thing Wu Xingyun was very clear on. Mozun requesting him and marrying him had been purely for retaliation. Vengeance alone, with no other factors.
Still, Wu Xingyun bent his head and searched for Mozun’s pulse, finding the very weak beat. A person’s heart was a most vulnerable place. Even a mutant wouldn’t be an exception. If Wu Xingyun didn’t quickly decide, Mozun truly would die, and Wu Xingyun and his people would be buried along with him. The Federation and the Alliance would start fighting again. And if Mozun’s intentions for Ouyang Liu had succeeded, the Federation would have already started engaging in infighting, been unprepared, thus leaving the result of the ensuing battle a foregone conclusion.
But Ouyang Liu was dead. Leaving the future in flux.
Wu Xingyun could sacrifice himself and the other Federal people on Yuanxing, gambling that the Federation would have the final victory.
Or, Wu Xingyun could save Mozun’s life and let the unstable current situation continue.
No one had ever accused Wu Xingyun of being an independent thinker. And he’d certainly never been asked to make such decisions, much less encountered a situation where he had to.
He’d always obediently followed his superiors’ orders.
His superiors told him who to kill, he killed them. His superiors told him rescue his teammates, he saved them.
Now it was only Wu Xingyun, no superiors around to shoulder the decision-making burden. He’d made the choice to kill Ouyang Liu earlier, someone who’d belonged to his own camp.
The next dangerous choice was whether or not to save the enemy.
What the hell to do? Answers refused to fall into Wu Xingyun’s lap as he contemplated the ridiculousness of all. Taking out his own people, then considering sparing the other side.
He alone had passed final judgement on the traitorous Ouyang Liu. What qualifications had he thought he had?
Mozun’s vital signs had almost ceased. At the door and windows of the house, faint golden light dispersed, then slowly dissipated.
A sign that Mozun’s invisible barrier around the house was gone.
Wu Xingyun could try to run away. Even though it was too late.
There was no spaceship, no signal transmitter, they couldn’t even leave the planet, let alone give the Federation any warning. Time had run out. Waiting with Mozun’s dead body, or waiting at the Federation base camp, what was the difference?
Twisting his head slightly, Mozun regarded the man fallen to the floor, his face wan and peaceful.
Mozun had probably been thinking of his dead lover, viewing death as a release.
Truly a demon. Departing free, following his beloved, leaving behind bitter enmity and dreadful war.
All the things Mozun had done, as he’d said himself, to have vengeance to the very end.
Tightening his lips, Wu Xingyun took a deep breath, and then pulled out a coin from his wallet.
Face up, die with Mozun, gloriously completing the assassination mission.
Face down, save Mozun, continue with the marriage, completing the peace mission.
Wu Xingyun tossed the coin, the silver disk making a cheerless arc in the air, until plunking down.
Clink, clink, the coin made a few rotations on the floor, then stopped.
Face down.
Unreconciled, Wu Xingyun threw it again.
Face down.
Third toss, and finally face up.
Yet Wu Xingyun’s heart had already made a decision. Let the coin face up or face down, the significance wasn’t much.
He’d found that when the first two tosses had told him to save Mozun, he’d still somewhat hoped for Mozun’s death.
When the coin had finally landed face up, only then had Wu Xingyun’s mind cleared. Mozun mustn’t die! Wu Xingyun shouldn’t die and neither should any of the other Federal team members die!
Whatever Wu Xingyun’s current actions would mean for coming events, whatever happened to the war or the peace, it belonged to the future.
Once Wu Xingyun realized this, he immediately laid Mozun level, ripping off his bloody shirt completely. Going over to his torn combat suit, Wu Xingyun found the first aid kit and got to work.
Definition of azimuth
1: an arc of the horizon measured between a fixed point (such as true north) and the vertical circle passing through the center of an object usually in astronomy and navigation clockwise from the north point through 360 degrees
2: horizontal direction expressed as the angular distance between the direction of a fixed point (such as the observer’s heading) and the direction of the object
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/azimuth
DPM Chapter 22 Wedding Night (3) Part 2
Translated by Snowfall77
Blood flowed out of Mozun’s mouth, and soon the sound of his troubled breathing could not be heard.
Wu Xingyun held his fingers under Mozun’s nose, feeling no inhale or exhale of air.
At that moment, Wu Xingyun believed Mozun could not be revived, and became sad for no good reason. Mozun’s hand was still raised in mid-air, hopeful and empty.
Finally, Wu Xingyun reached out and held Mozun’s hand. Wu Xingyun didn’t know why he did it. Perhaps because Wu Xingyun was about to be ripped apart by angry mutants. Perhaps Mozun’s words before death had been too deeply affectionate and melancholy. Or perhaps, thinking of the expressions Mozun had revealed while telling his tragic story, Wu Xingyun was simply sorry.
From the window, wispy hints of dawn glowed, casting shadows.
Wu Xingyun knew that soon the mutants would discover that Mozun was dead, all the Federation people on Yuanxing would be killed, and then would come the Alliance’s horrific suicide attacks on the Federation.
There would be no mercy.
His time was running out, Wu Xingyun knew it, but his heart refused to acknowledge facts, brimming with contradictions and hesitations.
No one could save the life of Mozun. Except for the Ghost solider who’d shot him.
Each Ghost soldier had a different azimuth and force to their shots, causing bullet structures unique to the shooter.
Therefore, only the Ghost solider who’d fired it would be able to remove the bullet.
Of course, it was mostly theoretical. In general, once a Ghost soldier hit someone, they croaked without any chance of treatment. So mending people shot by Ghost soldiers had been a boring, seemingly senseless lesson.
Wu Xingyun had been trained on it, though he’d viewed it as unnecessary, a top secret largely ignored by everyone. Even many of the highest-level Federation officials had no clue Ghost soldiers could practice this function. Much less would Mozun have known.
One thing Wu Xingyun was very clear on. Mozun requesting him and marrying him had been purely for retaliation. Vengeance alone, with no other factors.
Still, Wu Xingyun bent his head and searched for Mozun’s pulse, finding the very weak beat. A person’s heart was a most vulnerable place. Even a mutant wouldn’t be an exception. If Wu Xingyun didn’t quickly decide, Mozun truly would die, and Wu Xingyun and his people would be buried along with him. The Federation and the Alliance would start fighting again. And if Mozun’s intentions for Ouyang Liu had succeeded, the Federation would have already started engaging in infighting, been unprepared, thus leaving the result of the ensuing battle a foregone conclusion.
But Ouyang Liu was dead. Leaving the future in flux.
Wu Xingyun could sacrifice himself and the other Federal people on Yuanxing, gambling that the Federation would have the final victory.
Or, Wu Xingyun could save Mozun’s life and let the unstable current situation continue.
No one had ever accused Wu Xingyun of being an independent thinker. And he’d certainly never been asked to make such decisions, much less encountered a situation where he had to.
He’d always obediently followed his superiors’ orders.
His superiors told him who to kill, he killed them. His superiors told him rescue his teammates, he saved them.
Now it was only Wu Xingyun, no superiors around to shoulder the decision-making burden. He’d made the choice to kill Ouyang Liu earlier, someone who’d belonged to his own camp.
The next dangerous choice was whether or not to save the enemy.
What the hell to do? Answers refused to fall into Wu Xingyun’s lap as he contemplated the ridiculousness of all. Taking out his own people, then considering sparing the other side.
He alone had passed final judgement on the traitorous Ouyang Liu. What qualifications had he thought he had?
Mozun’s vital signs had almost ceased. At the door and windows of the house, faint golden light dispersed, then slowly dissipated.
A sign that Mozun’s invisible barrier around the house was gone.
Wu Xingyun could try to run away. Even though it was too late.
There was no spaceship, no signal transmitter, they couldn’t even leave the planet, let alone give the Federation any warning. Time had run out. Waiting with Mozun’s dead body, or waiting at the Federation base camp, what was the difference?
Twisting his head slightly, Mozun regarded the man fallen to the floor, his face wan and peaceful.
Mozun had probably been thinking of his dead lover, viewing death as a release.
Truly a demon. Departing free, following his beloved, leaving behind bitter enmity and dreadful war.
All the things Mozun had done, as he’d said himself, to have vengeance to the very end.
Tightening his lips, Wu Xingyun took a deep breath, and then pulled out a coin from his wallet.
Face up, die with Mozun, gloriously completing the assassination mission.
Face down, save Mozun, continue with the marriage, completing the peace mission.
Wu Xingyun tossed the coin, the silver disk making a cheerless arc in the air, until plunking down.
Clink, clink, the coin made a few rotations on the floor, then stopped.
Face down.
Unreconciled, Wu Xingyun threw it again.
Face down.
Third toss, and finally face up.
Yet Wu Xingyun’s heart had already made a decision. Let the coin face up or face down, the significance wasn’t much.
He’d found that when the first two tosses had told him to save Mozun, he’d still somewhat hoped for Mozun’s death.
When the coin had finally landed face up, only then had Wu Xingyun’s mind cleared. Mozun mustn’t die! Wu Xingyun shouldn’t die and neither should any of the other Federal team members die!
Whatever Wu Xingyun’s current actions would mean for coming events, whatever happened to the war or the peace, it belonged to the future.
Once Wu Xingyun realized this, he immediately laid Mozun level, ripping off his bloody shirt completely. Going over to his torn combat suit, Wu Xingyun found the first aid kit and got to work.
Definition of azimuth
1: an arc of the horizon measured between a fixed point (such as true north) and the vertical circle passing through the center of an object usually in astronomy and navigation clockwise from the north point through 360 degrees
2: horizontal direction expressed as the angular distance between the direction of a fixed point (such as the observer’s heading) and the direction of the object
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/azimuth
