Dozens of people fired their guns simultaneously in this street less than ten meters wide, virtually creating a blanket of firepower where bullets sparked and chipped the buildings everywhere.
Yet, despite the intense gunfire, they never managed to hit Qing Chen and Capri.
It was like the metal storm under the steel dome of Cell 18—the first time it was activated, bullets poured down like heavy rain, yet not one touched Qing Chen.
Qing Chen and Capri moved as if they were shuttling through winding tunnels, with bullet-made tunnel walls on each side that meant certain death upon contact.
But they never died.
"It's our turn," Qing Chen said with a smile.
The moment they passed by a member of the Future, fresh blood suddenly spurted from the back of the member's neck.
It was as if an unknown force was taking away their life.
The most terrifying knives are those unseen but felt.
The moment you feel it, the result could be death.
