Chapter 27 Hong Kong’s Final Cut

Hong Kong’s skyline blazed with neon, a jagged mosaic of glass and steel cutting through the humid night. Lena Carver crouched in a Kowloon alley, her Glock a cold anchor in her trembling hands, her wounds shoulder, thigh, arm, and hip throbbing beneath blood-soaked bandages. The pain was a relentle...

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