TAP-TAP-TAP. The sound of footsteps from Gao Zhiming's group echoed through the empty subway tunnel. They had just emerged from the underground city.
No one spoke, but everyone had their weapons in hand. According to Olivia's report, the person who had been tracking them on the street was now somewhere in the darkness behind them, drawing closer with each passing moment. No one knew who this person was, what their objective was, or if they had accomplices. The atmosphere in the tunnel grew increasingly tense.
Whether or not the stranger knew her true identity, Anna had already decided to strike first. Her hand shot up from the ground, grabbing the man's ankle in a viselike grip. An instant later, green Rotten Inflammation flared to life before him, lunging for his face.
Two gunshots rang out, and a pair of rapidly spinning bullets flew toward his body.
