Bang!
Another gunshot rang out. Tong Ran paused, identifying it from the south. She drew a feather arrow from its quiver, slick with sweat from her grip.
Down below, Mo Nanjue weaved through the residential area, his gun holding five bullets. Narrowing his eyes, he made a quick calculation and suddenly dodged sideways.
The person following him spotted him and raised a gun to shoot in his direction. Bang!
As the shooter fired, Mo Nanjue spun and hit his hand. The gun slipped from the shooter's grasp and fell to the ground. Mo Nanjue advanced in two strides, picked it up, and fired another shot behind him.
Again and again, Mo Nanjue weighed the remaining bullets in his hand, figuring there were just over twenty shots left. He frowned. This was a dead-end. To get out...
Mo Nanjue gripped his gun tightly, knowing it was impossible to exit unscathed.
"Over here!"
