The Death Knell Has Rung-Are You Ready for Your Epitaph?

Rat-tat-tat-tat—

Gunfire erupted as the framed Selina scrambled swiftly across the rooftops.

Using the steel framework and beams as cover to block the bullets, she remembered the little gadgets in her belt. Fumbling open one hidden compartment after another, she pulled out a flashbang and threw it down.

Boom!!!

Flames burst forth amid the gang members' screams, and a fireball rose from the spot.

Clearly, that had not been a flashbang. It had been a grenade!

Chaos broke out in the warehouse. Several gang members charged up to the second floor, brought out their beloved semi-automatic firearms, and pulled the triggers at Selina's position, interrupting her reflections on life.

Selina flipped over the edge, leaped from the warehouse beam to the ground, rolled upon landing, and dashed into a cargo rack piled high with goods, hiding her petite figure behind cover.

Her heart hammered in her chest. Hearing the chaotic footsteps around her closing in, Selina's palms sweated as she frantically rummaged through her belt again.

Compared to Russell, the gang members were nowhere near as threatening. Yet Selina would rather have faced Russell than these vicious, desperate criminals.

True, Russell had never known how to hold back when beating her up. Several times, he had beaten her into a pig-headed mess and even broken her nose.

But she knew perfectly well that Russell only beat people up; he did not actually want her dead. And after beating her, he was even responsible for treating her injuries.

Gang members were different. Though weak, they had guns and killed without batting an eye.

Unable to tell the difference between flashbangs, grenades, and Smoke Bombs, Selina pulled out three throwing knives and told herself to be brave. She absolutely could not let herself be scared into submission.

With a swish, she threw