Chapter 25 Beijing’s Iron Veil

Beijing’s night was a cauldron of neon and smog, its streets pulsing with the hum of scooters and the clatter of street vendors. Lena Carver crouched in a shadowed alley near the Forbidden City, her Glock a cold anchor in her trembling hands, her wounds shoulder, thigh, arm, and hip throbbing beneat...

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