A second slower, his head would have been blown up!
Jiang Yanxu crouched down. His pulse was drumming im his chest. The cold night air was sharp with the scent of gunpowder and shattered glass, brushed across his face.
His eagle eyes narrowed as he scanned the darkness beyond the broken window, yet only an empty shadow stared him back.
The sniper was like a ghost. He vanished as if swallowed by the city before Jiang Yanxu could blink.
Sht!
A thin line of blood slid down his cheek; a kiss from the glass that had exploded on impact. Faintly, it stung, yet Jiang Yanxu barely sensed it. He wiped the blood away with his hand, showing a straight face.
Even amid chaos, there was something hauntingly composed about him, like the calm before a storm you knew would drown you.
Slowly, he stood up, crunching glasses beneath his shoes. His black suit hung immaculate, save for the shards of broken glass scattering like a brutal massacre.
