Chapter 23

With the final crisp crack of the Copperhead, another body hit the dirt in the abandoned lot.

Lin Mo flicked his blade, casting off the blood that clung to it. The surface gleamed clean, flawless. The blue-green runes etched into the blade pulsed faintly, fading only once the sword returned to its sheath.

Hiro Kitagawa followed suit, ejecting his empty mag and smoothly slotting in a fresh one.