The plan to play dead and launch a surprise attack was no longer possible.
The thought had barely formed when the young woman closest to the car silently raised her gun at Mai Mingle.
Mai Mingle dove frantically onto the seat. A bullet whistled past her head and shattered the passenger-side window. With a loud CRACK, the glass fragments exploded like a burst of ice and snow in the dark night.
The roar of blood in her ears was deafening.
The shock alone made her chest tighten like a block of slowly drying cement. Her breathing grew short and shallow, a dull ache spreading within.
'I have to find a way to stall them—otherwise, forget the bullets, I'll have a heart attack first.'
"Which one of you is the real Jin Xueli?" Mai Mingle blurted out, raising her voice.
She waited a beat; no second bullet came from outside the car.
'Maybe that's a good sign?'
'If every single one of them thinks she's Jin Xueli, this question should cause a little chaos, right?'
