Gunfire echoed around them. Like an agile wildcat, Helena used the surrounding obstacles for cover, skillfully cocking her crossbow and loading it with bolts forged from refined steel.
But... this was a coastal highway. There was hardly anywhere to hide.
Miao Mu caught up with her in just a few strides. The Glock 17 in his right hand had been replaced with an M500 Revolver. He aimed at the swiftly dodging figure ahead and pulled the trigger.
He had no intention of showing mercy. Who knew where this person had come from, wanting to take his life?
Bang! Bang! The M500 Revolver's recoil was almost nonexistent in Miao Mu's hand; even the muzzle barely rose.
Helena's hairs stood on end. She hurriedly threw herself forward, hitting the ground face-first in a thoroughly miserable state.
But if she had not fallen, the .500 Magnum rounds would have blown fist-sized holes through her body.
Damn it, was this guy insane? Helena roared inwardly.
This Miao Mu was nothing like a police officer. He was more like one of those mafia family "cleaners," a professional killer whose moves were far too decisive.
Helena rolled to her feet and raised her crossbow, aiming at where Miao Mu had just stood. Yet the road was empty. He was already gone.
"Don't move. Otherwise, your head won't be any different from a smashed watermelon. You can look forward to finding out whether your brains are white."
A slightly warm gun barrel pressed against the back of Helena's head. The unquestionable voice left her breathless.
She tossed her crossbow onto the ground. Helena folded her arms and turned her head slightly, but the barrel at the back of her head prevented her from moving too much.
"Are you going to shoot me, or take me to the