"Song Jia" emerged from the kitchen with a meat cleaver in one hand and the second section of her own spine in the other. However, her steps came to a halt the next moment.
She discovered that in the less than ten seconds she had been gone, the living room had changed again. Alan and the others were still sprawled across the floor, unable to move even a finger. The speakers continued playing music, but Zhang Heng was nowhere to be seen.
"Song Jia" could not help blurting out a curse. "Fuck, he got away?!" Just as her words fell, the sound of a window shattering came from the second floor.
"Song Jia" immediately rushed out of the house and into the front yard. The instant she stepped through the door, a bullet flew toward her face. Song Jia had no time to dodge and could only take the bullet head-on.
But unexpectedly, it was a 25mm high-explosive round. This type of ammunition could penetrate 50mm of steel plate, and upon striking its target, the explosive filler inside detonated, sending scorching, razor-sharp fragments flying in every direction.
After taking that shot, everything above "Song Jia's" neck was blown apart. Blood and chunks of flesh were practically pasted across the wall behind her. Many parts of her body were slashed by shrapnel, some fragments even embedding themselves directly in her muscles. She looked utterly wretched.
Zhang Heng, who had fired the shot, was also slightly stunned. In the living room earlier, he had not opened his eyes in order to avoid arousing suspicion. He had only slipped away after "Song Jia" entered the kitchen, so he had not seen what "Song Jia" looked like after transforming.
And because he had not wanted to give the target time to evade, he had