BANG——
The crisp report of the Glock 17 shattered the stillness of the alleyway.
The female agent in the long robe never expected anyone could draw and fire so quickly.
A small hole appeared in her forehead, blood spraying out from the back of her head. When she fell, her body knocked over a table, scattering the pomegranate flowers all over the ground.
The vendor with the goatee had already reached his right hand toward the goods beneath his stand, where a pistol was hidden.
Song Heping fired without even turning fully, his movements a seamless flow of drawing, sidestepping, and shooting.
By the time the goateed vendor pulled out his pistol, he found Song Heping's gun already pressed against the top of his head.
"You…"
BANG——
Song Heping didn't give him any chance.
He fired directly at the top of the man's head.
The bullet shot downward through the skull and out through his jaw.
The vendor crumpled like a marionette whose strings had been cut.
