Song Ning stumbled, then quickly steadied herself.
She waved a hand at A Yuan. "I'm fine! Nothing serious! Just a flesh wound!"
She turned to look behind her.
The man lay on the ground, his eyes wide with fury. Blood gushed from a bullet hole in his temple.
Another bullet had struck him in the back and passed through his chest.
Judging by the distance and angles, the snipers on the rooftops to her front left and behind her were exactly where she had expected them to be.
An officer came forward and directed them toward a police car to take her to the hospital.
Of course, more importantly, they wanted to take them to the station to record their statements.
Nearby, someone reported over a radio, "Black Bear has been shot dead! Black Bear has been shot dead! Only a handful of suspects escaped!"
An officer gave Song Ning a quick dressing for her wound. A Yuan and the others were bundled into the police car too, and everyone was taken away together.
Song Ning gave her statement at the hospital.
She had simply had rotten luck this time.
Who could have known that the fugitive being hunted across Harbor City would happen to run into the courtyard where she was staying-and even into her room?
All she could tell them was what had happened after the man climbed through the window.
A Yuan and the others gave matching accounts.
By the time they realized something was wrong, Song Ning had already been taken hostage.
The police seemed to understand the situation and did not make things difficult for them.
They only asked them to explain why they had been in the fishing village and provide identification. Once their identities were confirmed, they could leave.
The reason was simple: